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[Note: This is another story written long ago, and forwarded to my by
my French friend Avaro. For those who remember, C.C. created the world
of Clinton Crayle. He asked me to write a story in a Raymond Chandler
hard-bitten detective style, and this is it. So enjoy. And for the
details on the whole "She-Devil" thing, check the reviews. TOXIS.]
Spellbound - Part Four
by
TOXIS
I finished scrubbing the second floor ladies room floor and started to
roll my mop and pail into the detectives' squad room. I'd had been here
a week and no one had paid me the slightest attention. Why should they?
I hiked up my cheap blue uniform and started to mop from the back to
the front. Underneath, I wore no support garments at all. I hadn't
shaved my legs and I smelled of rancid sweat. My dark hair was oily and
kinked. It amused Dr. Troy to give me a noticeable moustache.
"Here comes Bertha, boys." Mullaney was usually the ring leader, the
one who jerked me around the hardest.
"Hey, Bertha, what do you use your mop water for ... to bathe?" They
all laughed, Mullaney cheerleading. I had been coming into this room
every night, hoping I could find a time when it was empty. No luck.
What ever happened to crime in this city?
"We've been talking, Bertha, and we want to help you out." Crawford
took my bucket away and emptied it out the window. "We're going to help
you get the job done, loose some weight and have some fun, all at the
same time."
They put my bucket over my head and handcuffed my wrists through the
handle. I couldn't get the bucket off. I couldn't see.
TWANG! WHAPP!! Something stung my ass. I looked down under the bucket's
rim. A rubber cupped dart was quivering, lodged on my big bottom. "See,
Bertha, you can keep mopping and every now and then we'll sneak up and
shoot you in your fat ass. You'll work faster and get the job done,
dump lots of weight and we get to have lots of fun."
My mop pole was worked up my ass and a slap sent me shuffling down the
hall. I could hear the darts being pushed down the toy gun barrels.
I started down the steps. The mop crashed as it fell behind me. I
thought I would scream with agony. It felt like my asshole was being
ripped out.
"Look, Bertha's trying to escape."
I tried the door to the carpool. Locked! "Bertha, we locked the doors.
You're just gonna' have to play with us." I shuffled towards the back.
If I could get to the lock-up, maybe I could get myself to a cell and
lock myself in.
WHHAPP!! A couple of darts struck my bottom all about at the same time.
I ignored the pain and opened the door to lock-up with my hip. All the
cells but one were closed. I made my way inside. The mop "tail" I
carried made me take a wide path but soon enough, I was able to kick
the door shut. I could hear the door click tight.
"Bertha!" I could hear shoes pounding in the hallway. I could see their
legs from below my bucket. "Holy Shit!" It was Mullaney. "Bertha,
locked herself in!"
"Thanks, Bertha. We were getting tired. Now we can use the cell like a
target range and see what we can hit." WHHAPP!! A dart hit my left
boob. Another hit my right. Darts
were hitting me everywhere. I tried to get out the way. The mop pulled
free and I was able to move and run and hide, or at least try to.
"Listen, Bertha, you must be getting pretty hungry from all that work.
Now, you come on over here and eat what I give ya' and we might not
shoot you so much." I took his cock in my mouth. I didn't do it right
away but they took the rubber cups off the darts and started to draw
blood. I couldn't tell who it was in my mouth. I just knew that he
wouldn't be the only one.
I had seen five detectives when I was being bucketed. I had number four
in my mouth when I heard somebody asking where everybody was. The cell
was unlocked and the cuffs released.
I was left, bucket in hand, alone as they slipped out the side door. I
had been raped. In a police station by the police!
But it was my chance. I took my time. They wouldn't be back for a while
and I had to find the files. Otherwise, I'd be back here tomorrow
night. And these guys' idea of fun felt like it would kill me.
As I rifled through the drawers, I cursed Dr. Troy yet again. It was
her idea that the best way to penetrate the security of this police
station was as a dumpy, slow and stupid cleaning lady. If I had looked
like a hick as Ida Mae, she made me look like retard now.
I cleaned the floors and lavatories. Scrubbed the interview rooms, the
detectives' offices but to no avail, I had never located the files I
needed to filch.
Hurry! I only had a few minutes. I went into the captain's office. Off
to the side was a low cabinet. I checked the top drawer. Nothing, just
old manpower reports and some press clippings on the Jeston-Kerned
double homicide. Oh yeah, this was the detective division that had
broken that one.
I tried the bottom drawer. There was a slim manila folder to the far
left. I opened it and found Captain Sipple's retirement, all the
statements and photos for. each of Dr. Troy's victims. I had heard
about this stuff over Scotch in a bar. Up close was a picture of a well
known lawyer doing a very energetic can-can. Another showed what looked
like a recently re-elected congressman slinking by in his silk sheath.
A few fast glances to see I had it all. Footsteps were getting closer.
I hid the file in my cleaning stuff. The floor still needed to be done.
I figured I'd be ignored if I got back to work.
"Bertha, you seen any of my men." I turned back from filling my pail.
"No, Sir, Captain Sir. I'm just getting to do the big room floor. He
nodded and arrummphhed and moved on.
Dr. Troy was very pleased by my results. So pleased in fact that she
let me clean her house for her.
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