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MISTAKEN IDENTITY. By Anyport.
Detective Dan McCormack stared at the television
screen watching, for what must have been the hundredth
time, the footage of the robbery. He gazed transfixed
as the door opened and the stunning blonde walked into
the hall way and along the corridor to the jewellers'
office. Even after all this time, he couldn't believe
anyone could make the simple act of walking into such
an erotic event. The film had actually been taken from
three different cameras. One at each end of the
corridor and a third in the office, McCormack had
combined the three into one continuous film. He'd even
had a copy made which he kept at home, though this was
strictly against departmental policy. But then, if
anyone ever found out about the real reason for his
taking the tape or, god forbid, the fantasies he had
about the mysterious thief, he imagined that
possessing the tape would be the least of his
problems.
Add to this the fact that he was now dating a woman
who could very well turn out to be a material witness,
if not in this crime, then almost certainly in either
one involving charges of handling or possibly wife
bashing. Though the latter was highly unlikely since
the man's wife seemed unwilling to press charges. All
in all though, the whole case was one Dan would rather
he'd never seen.
Once again he reviewed the evidence, there was the
video of course, irrefutable proof that the blonde
woman committed the robbery. Unfortunately she was
nowhere to be found. Then there was the case against
Eddie Church, he'd been identified as the man who
pawned a ring from the stolen jewellery, and he even
admitted doing so, though he claimed he'd taken it
from his wife's jewellery box. When he heard this, Dan
McCormack had hopes that the mystery woman would turn
out to be none other than Pamela Church. Sadly, she
was only around five feet tall and considerably
overweight. No matter what she did to herself, there
was no way she could ever look like the thief who
stood at least six feet and even allowing for the not
inconsiderable height of the thief's stiletto heels,
Pamela Church was still far too short.
Not for the first time, Dan hit the pause on the
video and inspected the thief in detail. The shot, one
of his three favourites, was of the blonde as she
walked away from the first of the corridor cameras.
Dan marvelled at the way the tight fitting; strapless
leather dress highlighted every curve in her superb
body. His eyes ran down the back of the dress and over
her beautifully rounded behind ending a third of the
way down her thighs. Below the dress, were a pair of
black stockings with seams, which ran, ramrod straight
down the backs of her long shapely legs. Dan knew she
was wearing stockings rather than tights because, in a
later shot in the office, she bent over and exposed
stocking tops. That was his second favourite, the
other one being a simple front on shot which he could
picture simply by closing his eyes, he'd looked at it
so often. Her thick, shoulder length strawberry blonde
hair framed her lovely face, what could be seen of it
at least. She was wearing wrap around dark glasses to
cover her eyes, and a translucent white organza
yashmak to hide the rest of her face. Despite the
covering, her luscious, brightly painted red lips were
clearly visible, which in Dan McCormack's eyes, only
added to the overall erotic appearance.
Around her neck she wore a one-inch wide black velvet
choker with a small pearl at the centre. Not for the
first time, he imagined his hands sliding across the
soft skin of her bare white shoulders and down to her
small round breasts. He pictured her gripping his
wrists firmly and pulling his hands away. He could
almost feel the soft leather of her elbow length
gloves as she forced him to his knees.
Just then the door to his office opened, and Dan
quickly hit the play button. He looked up to see
Officer Samantha Ryan, Sam, as she preferred to be
called, enter the office. Although he knew little
about her, Dan found it difficult to like Sam Ryan; it
was common knowledge that she was bisexual, though no
one had ever seen her with a man. The rumour was that
she was into domination in a big way, whips and all
Dan had heard, and that the only men she ever dated
were forced to wear women's clothes and perform for
her and her girlfriends. He knew the reason he
disliked her had nothing to do with her sexual
proclivities, but whenever she was around he felt
decidedly uncomfortable, particularly when she stood
behind him, as she was now, and looked over his
shoulder. It made the hairs on the back of his neck
stand on end, and the strong smell of her musky
perfume assailed his nostrils and gave him an odd
feeling in his stomach.
And it definitely wasn't her looks that bothered him,
she was actually a very attractive lady, though she
was some ten years his junior. In fact, he'd had
several fantasies about her since she'd joined his
station, which, he was embarrassed to admit, even to
himself, revolved around his being feminised by her.
"So," She said as she looked at the television screen.
"This is the famous mystery jewel thief?" Dan nodded
his head, unable to speak thanks to a peculiar lump in
his throat. Sam studied the picture for a moment then
asked, "You know of course that it's a man?" "WHAT?"
Dan yelled, "Don't be ridiculous." He added glaring at
the screen. Sam laughed, "Have it your own way then,
but I can tell you from vast experience of such
matters, your thief is definitely male. Oh there's no
question he hides it very well, in fact I'd say he's
been cross dressing for years, but...." She examined the
screen for several seconds, "Yep, no doubt about it,
that's a man all right." She turned and walked out of
his office glancing back and smiling mysteriously as
she closed the door behind her.
Dan once again paused the video, and stared at the
vision on the screen. Could it be? Surely not, how
could anyone so beautiful possibly be a man? Surely
Sam was mistaken, but then as she pointed out, she was
something of an expert with cross dressers. Dan sat
back in his chair and closed his eyes, once again
picturing his hands being pulled away from those
wonderful breasts. He knew that Sam was right of
course, but that didn't make the thief any less
beautiful, and to his horror, Dan realised he was
sporting an impressive erection thinking about a man
dressed in women's clothes. He opened his eyes quickly
and hit the stop and rewind buttons on the video, how
could he be excited by this man? He was straight; in
fact he even had a girlfriend. As if to prove the
point to himself, Dan picked up the phone and called
Susan inviting her out to dinner the following night.
As he hung up the phone he thought to himself, 'There,
would a queer invite a woman out to dinner, I don't
think so.' He picked up some papers from his desk and
began sorting through them, trying hard to get the
picture of the blonde thief out of his mind.
The following morning, he once again visited the
Church household. Pamela answered the door, and
responding to his question, she confirmed what they
both knew to be a lie, that she'd walked into yet
another door. This time she'd broken her nose and two
fingers, presumably stopping the door from hitting her
again Dan thought sardonically. He found himself
praying that Eddie Church was guilty, anything to get
him away from this poor woman. It turned out that the
man in question was out of town on business and would
be back the following day, and no, she had no idea
where he'd gone, he might try his office.
After asking Pamela to get her husband to call him
first thing in the morning, Dan thanked her and left.
Just in case, he drove round to Eddie's office, but
the receptionist was no more help than Pamela had
been. There was nothing more he could do for now, so
he headed back to the station.
The following morning Dan sat at his desk, his head
buried in his hands as he nursed the mother of all
hangovers. He groaned as he recalled some of what
happened the night before. He'd taken Susan to a very
pleasant Italian restaurant and they'd had a couple of
drinks before dinner. Then they had two bottles of
Chianti with dinner, Dan drinking most of it. A couple
of port wines had followed with coffee and then
finally, when they arrived at Susan's home, she'd
invited him up for a nightcap, which turned out to be
a rather large measure of Cognac. By which time Dan
was well and truly over the limit.
Susan was such a good listener he soon found himself
confiding in her. "Do you remember me telling you
about the jewellery robbery Susan?" "Of course I do
silly, I work there remember?" She smiled. "Of course
you do, that's how we met." He took her hand and
kissed it, "Did I tell you we have the robbery on
video?" Susan smiled humouring him, "I think you
might have mentioned it, a blonde woman did it if I
remember correctly." Dan shook his head, "That's just
it, it's not a woman it's a man." Susan looked
stunned, "How do you.... I mean what makes you so
sure?" He explained about Sam Ryan in some detail, he
even mentioned the fact that he'd had fantasies about
her. As he recalled this Dan groaned into his hands
once again.
Susan had nodded her understanding, "I suppose she'd
know if anyone would and as for you having fantasies
about her, well she is a very attractive woman after
all." She watched Dan for a few seconds before adding,
"Is there something else you're not telling me?" Dan
sat in an embarrassed silence for a while, then
suddenly began blurting out the whole story. How he'd
been fantasizing about the blonde for weeks and the
copy of the tape he kept at home, everything. Susan
listened quietly and when he seemed to be slowing down
she interrupted with, "That all seems fairly natural
to me, by all accounts she, or should I say he is very
attractive, and you had no way of knowing it wasn't a
woman did you?" "That's the problem," Dan continued,
"I find the fact that he's a man even more exciting, I
still have fantasies but now it's a man who forces me
to do things." Susan smiled, "Oh I see, I don't think
I'd worry too much about it though, after all, they
are only fantasies, we all have those don't we?"
Dan sat at his desk feeling decidedly stupid and
embarrassed, obviously he'd never be able to see Susan
again, he could only hope that she remained discreet,
if any of this ever got out, he'd be ruined. He opened
his drawer to see if he had any vitamin b when he was
snapped out of his self-pity by the insistent ringing
of the phone. He grabbed it quickly, anything to stop
the pain it was causing in his head. "Yes, what is
it?" He growled. "Oh I'm sorry, is this a bad time?"
"Susan? No, no of course it isn't, sorry, I was just
concentrating on something, how are you?" He asked.
"More to the point," She laughed, "How are you, I
think you might have had just a little too much to
drink last night." "Believe me I'm paying for it now."
"Well anyway, I won't keep you, I just thought you
might like to know something about Eddie Church."
Dan sat up straight in his seat, all thoughts of a
hangover gone for the moment as he tried to focus on
the much more important subject of Eddie Church. "I'd
welcome any information on that particular gentleman
Susan, what exactly is it you think I might like to
know?" "Well actually, it was something Pamela told me
a few weeks ago, I'd forgotten all about it until you
told me about your thief being a man. Did you know
that Eddie like to dress up in women's clothes?" Dan
stifled a laugh, Eddie, you do mean Eddie Church don't
you?" "Yes, at least that's what Pamela told me."
"Well, well, that really is very interesting, thank
you Susan, I'm very grateful to you. I'm afraid I'm
going to have to leave now, I'm sorry to cut you off
short, but I think I'm going to be rather busy for the
rest of the morning thanks to you." "It was my
pleasure Dan, I hope it was of some use to you, oh and
before I go, thanks very much for last night, I really
enjoyed myself and I hope we can do it again very
soon." "So do I, but next time I think I'll drink a
lot less, I'll call you okay?" "That'd be great, bye
Dan." As soon as he hung up the phone, Dan raced
around the station arranging a search warrant, they'd
already tried once and found nothing, but this time
they were looking for other things.
Eddie Church was still in bed when they called, since
he hadn't arrived home until 3.00am. They duly served
him with the warrant and began searching the house
once again. This time they went straight to the
bedroom. "Which is your wardrobe Mr. Church?" Dan
asked. "That one why?" He pointed to the smaller of
the two wardrobes. Dan opened it without comment and
smiled as he produced a very elegant looking blue
cocktail dress, followed by a simple black dress.
Unfortunately there was no leather dress, but then he
really didn't expect to find one.
"Does this belong to you sir?" Dan asked, holding up
the full-length cocktail dress. "Of course not, it
must be my wife's." "Really?" Dan held the dress
against his body, "You don't think it might be just a
little long for her do you?" The dress was quite
obviously made for a woman much taller than Pamela
was, and both men could see that clearly. "Well
obviously it is," Eddie replied angrily, "I suppose
she was going to get it shortened or something, and
anyway, what business is it of yours. Now, unless
you'd care to search through my sock drawer, I think
it's time you left." "You didn't mention anything
about travelling when we spoke last Mr. Church." "Well
obviously I travel, I'm a sales rep' it's what we do."
"Where is the bag you used for this latest trip?" "You
mean my suitcase? It's still in the car why?" Dan
picked up a set of keys and asked, "Are these your car
keys sir?" Church nodded.
Dan sent a constable to bring the suitcase up. When
it arrived he placed it on the bed and opened it.
"You're sure this is your suitcase Mr. Church?" "Of
course I am, what's the problem this time?" Church
demanded as he walked over to the bed. Dan picked up a
pair of lace panties and asked, are these yours sir?
And these?" He added a pair of stockings to the
panties. Church stared in disbelief, "There must be
some mistake," he tried to snatch the clothes away
from Dan, but was restrained by the constable. As Dan
continued to search, he found several more articles of
women's clothing, together with a black wig. Then, at
the side of the bag in a pocket, he found a black
velvet bag containing what seemed to be most of, if
not all the stolen jewels. "I think it might be an
idea if you put on some clothes Mr. Church, and might
I suggest you make it men's clothing, I suspect you
may be away for quite a while." A further search of
the car produced a tube of bright red lipstick and a
pair of dark glasses exactly like the ones worn by the
thief.
Within a week, Church had been tried and convicted,
since, on the advice of his lawyer, he pleaded guilty.
He was sentenced to three years and just to make sure
he wasn't lonely while he was inside, Dan managed to
get a copy of the video passed to a couple of the
inmates via a friend of his who happened to be a
warder at the prison. As he sat at his desk
congratulating himself on an excellent result his
phone rang, it was Susan. "Since you didn't call me, I
decided I'd better call you." "I'm sorry Susan, I've
been a little busy lately, as you know I managed to
get a conviction on Church, he won't be beating his or
anyone else's wife for a while." "I know, that's why I
called, I thought you might like to come round for a
celebration dinner." Dan considered the invitation for
a moment, 'What the hell,' he thought, 'If she can
forget what I told her I sure as hell can.' "Sure
Susan, I'd be delighted." "Great, I'll see you at
seven, oh and bring wine." She laughed as she hung up
the phone.
Dan arrived a few minutes early and knocked on the
door. He heard Susan calling out for him to let
himself in. As he opened the door she called, "I'll be
down in a minute, help your self to a drink." Dan
poured himself a glass of coke, he decided to go easy
on the alcohol tonight. He was about to take a drink
when the door opened and Susan walked in. Staring in
disbelief, he didn't notice the coke spilling down his
chest. "You're spilling your drink." She smiled. He
glanced down at the spreading stain on his shirt and
quickly placed the glass on the table before returning
his gaze to Susan.
She stood quite still as he took in the complete
picture from her black high heeled shoes, up her
stocking covered legs to the body hugging black
leather dress, the black velvet choker, the long
blonde hair and those wonderful bright red lips behind
the white veil. The only difference was that this time
he could see her lovely blue eyes. "Come here." She
said quietly. Dan walked forward slowly, as he
approached her he reached out and stoked her perfect
soft skin and slid his hands down over her breasts.
She reached up and gripped his wrists in her
leather-clad hands, and forced him to his knees. As he
gazed up at her he spoke for the first time. "But Sam
was certain the thief was a man." Susan smiled down at
him and said, "She was right."
End.
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