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OMAHA VICE Part 1 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 rapidly 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. '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. "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." 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 bounce in its tight high on the skull pony tail. 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." 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. "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?" 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. "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 you're prostate with the butt plug and cumming into your 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." 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'." 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." 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. "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. "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 a 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. "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." 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 wheres 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. ------------------------------------------- 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 level to true power. While this project was extremely important it was potentially political and social poison for any matron 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." 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, 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 septums. The ring was similar to the one that adorned their dress matching leather chokers. "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." 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. 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 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 state, 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 a gathering. Using the hand held ion stream wand, she began to lay out an organizational chart in the center of the room. 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." ---------------------------------------------------- "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. ----------------------------------------------------- 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 dragging 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. 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 was cut 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 muscular 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 half 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." 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 the '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. 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. "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.' 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 night 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.' 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. -------------------------------------------------------- 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. 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. "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 the 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 few 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. 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 spemazota 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. ------------------------------------------------- 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. ---------------------------------------------- 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 a 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. ------------------------------------------------- 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 of an 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. 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 caf?, 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 caf?, 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 fa?ade 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 fa?ade. '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 of him. Byron's chuckling was subsiding and asked, "Mike, despite my outburst, having the sissy stay w