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The Peculiar Case of the Pilfered Prototype Karl Robertson had never cheated on his wife before, but the blonde haired beauty had literally fallen into his arms in the supermarket. She'd tripped over a ridge in the floor and gone flying, unable to stand up in her heels once she'd lost her balance. He'd managed to catch her as she fell into him and as he did so their faces were close enough to almost kiss. She'd thanked him for saving her and had been so grateful that she'd offered to buy him dinner. He should have refused of course, but not only was she stunning, but she was quite insistent on thanking her rescuer. The first mistake had been saying yes to the dinner, but then as they were talking Karl realised that they had so much in common. The second mistake had been looking into her deep blue eyes as they chatted and the final mistake had been to lose himself in their conversation and forget about his wife and two young children. She'd invite him back to her place and he'd phoned his wife up and told her that he had a lot more deliveries to make today, so would be late home. Now they were naked on the bed together and he was looking at the view of her arse raised up in the air and her glistening wet pussy ready to be entered. Her head was down so that she could get the angle for him to enter her perfectly doggy style. He'd gone this far, he could hardly turn back now. It was just going to be a one off as a thank you, but then again he knew that he might get addicted to sex with her. His cock slid into her smoothly and Florence's tight little pussy felt so good to Karl. She was so wet for him that his dick was well lubricated as it thrust in and out of her. Florence was not a quiet participant in the horizontal engagement and Karl estimated that her screams of pleasure could be heard half way down the street. As his seed shot out of his dick as a velocity that he'd never achieved before with his wife Karl had the best orgasm that he'd ever experienced in his life before. In many ways he wanted to carry on the affair, but he knew that it was foolhardy and he really did love his wife, even if sex had never been at this level. They lay there naked for a while after the act was finished, but eventually Karl decided that he had to end their fling as quickly as it had begun. "That was fantastic my dear," he said to her. "However I need to get back to my wife." "Oh," she pouted. She must have been somewhere in her early twenties and fit as fuck. "I was hoping for a sugar daddy to help me through college. Will you come back and spank me to keep me in line?" Karl thought these kinds of women only existed in the porn movies he watched but obviously not. "No, sorry. I'm happy to help you out Flo, but my family comes first for me." She bit her lower lip softly. "Well actually I came first. Several times in fact before you did stud." It was so tempting to give in and jump her bones a second time. She was begging for it after all, but doing it just the one time was making him guilty enough. "No, sorry love. It really was a pleasure bumping into you though." *********** On the day after getting back from MacGuffin Island, Anthony decided that it was best that leave Angela hanging up in the closet and remain the good husband to Anywn. He'd had an extensive run down from Anwyn on the plane back as to what constituted a holiday and what was a nightmare experience in a freaky castle run by a madman. Having endured the extensive pointers as to how Angela's behaviour was unacceptable at times, Anthony decided that he had perhaps given his wife enough face time and had retreated to the local pub to meet up with Bernard. It was really strange meeting with a second person called Bernard in the space of a week, but he'd known this Bernard since he was a kid. His friend was quite normal, being more of a typical welsh lad and smiled as he entered the bar. Claire had been working on some of Bernard's rough edges, but you could never completely take the lad out of him. Sitting at the bar, he had already got a round in. "You enjoy your little break with my sister then?" Bernard asked him as he pushed the pint of Brains across the bar to him. "Well it was certainly a different break," Anthony replied, not sure what of the whole affair he could actually tell his friend. Given that he'd gone there as Angela and that most of the other guests had been transgendered, he figured that pretty well nothing was about the right amount. "As long as you're both rested and recovered for work that's all that matters. I should take Claire up to Scotland for a break. Got any recommendations?" Anthony's instant thought in response was, 'Not MacGuffin Island', but he decided to plump for something safer in response instead. "Loch Ness and the Isle of Arran are nice." "Are they cheap? Claire's been wanting a break for a while, but the Zoo aren't exactly paying top whack. "I've no idea. We went all expenses paid, but I guess we paid in other ways," Anthony replied a little grim faced. "Oh well, I guess I'll look it up online. Hey my mate Terry's got a new girlfriend he calls Rusty. Do you know why he gave her that nickname?" Bernard asked. "Well I assume that she's got red or reddish brown hair." "Bit like that tart Angela you mean? No mate. When he bangs her, she makes a noise like a rusty gate swinging on its hinges," Bernard laughed. Anthony remembered what happened to Angela at Holly's hen-do and he really couldn't see the funny side. He knew it was just Bernard's laddish humour that he'd known since school, but the stark reality of being raped all of a sudden started to come back to him. Angela wasn't a tart. She was a bit of a show off at times, but she was never a tart. He drank down deeply on his pint to cover his embarrassment, outrage and shame, but he couldn't say anything to Bernard. Just like he couldn't tell Anwyn. He might not have been a real woman, but he felt the trauma just the same. He tried to change the subject, but there was a catch in his voice as he did so. "So, how is your attempt to catch up on the old family size with Anwyn and I going?" This time it was Bernard's turn to give a hangdog look. "Well she can't say I'm not trying my hardest. I'm thinking of getting her to go to a fertility clinic. There was a renowned one in Cambridge, but would you credit it when I went on their website it had closed down." Bernard was a typical lad. He never assumed that he might be the one with the problem. "Well I'm sure that you'll get there eventually. Cerys is such a treasure and I know that Anwyn wants to have another one or two. Did you catch the International game with New Zealand last weekend? The bloody island we went to had no television at all, so I couldn't see it." Anthony changed the subject to something safe, nothing to do with sex, though he still could not stop thinking about it. ********* The big day for ComTech Inc, the company run by Gwyn Mattherson was approaching and his bride-to-be Evie Taylor was making preparations of her own. The new government secure vid-con link was a massive contract that would see the company secure for many years to come. They had invested many hundreds of thousand pounds of R&D into the technology and the sales team were sure that they were going to win the contract. The company's reputation had been golden for years, but their core product was now starting to age and being overtaken by younger rival companies. This contract was therefore a crucial opportunity that had to be taken. Sourcing the cheaper components from China had looked like a good move to Gwyn since it had lowered the manufacturing costs and potentially made more profits, but Evie had seen the figures for the complaints start to stack up. These figures were currently for internal consumption only, but Wesley knew that it would eventually start affecting sales and they would have to report that in their next annual report. The killing blow to the company would be coming soon now though, just a couple of weeks before they were due to marry. Wesley felt bad about sabotaging the demonstration. He enjoyed being Evie, about to be married to Gwyn and living in relative wealth. He'd really gotten into the sex recently and Gwyn had been a more than willing husband to be. He wondered if the Professor would let him marry Evie's man and live out the rest of his days as the dutiful wife or if he would force her to do something worse. Wesley suspected the latter and he had no idea what additional elements the Professor had put into his conditioning as Evie. For now though he had little choice but to go along with the plan. The demonstration for the prototype secure comms link was going to be made in the large auditorium at St David's Hall in Cardiff. Each bidder for the contract would have a day to set up and demonstrate their solution to the government boffins and mandarins. They would then go away and contemplate what they had seen before awarding a preferred contractor status to one of the five bidders. Comtech were privileged in being the first to do their demonstration and so they had the best part of Sunday to ensure that everything was set up just perfectly. Evie had been taskedto somehow ensure that the demonstration did not go as planned. Gwyn was out organising his staff, but Evie was back at the house organising her own operation. She picked up her burner phone and dialled a number. Evie would be disposing of this when she'd finished with the Professor's scheme. "Karl, is everything ready for later?" she asked. The blackmail photos she'd seen had been pretty impressive. She had wondered whether the rather flexible woman who was pictured with him had been real or another suit. Not that it mattered. "Yes. This is everything right? You'll hand over all the photos and never contact me again," he replied bitterly. Evie couldn't really promise that but she knew that was what he wanted to hear. "Of course sweetie. Your little indiscretion will never be released to the world and your wife," she replied over the phone. "Fine. When do you want it done?" Karl demanded. "One in the morning on Monday morning," she told him. "You'll be sent the USB drive the next day after you've done the recollection." "Alright. Don't contact me again." With that Karl hung up the phone. Evie didn't plan to. ********** It was strange going into the office dressed as Angela. Normally Anthony would go into the office as himself, leaving the house dressed in his male clothes and then change into Angela's appliances and clothes in the office. The appliances were normally kept in a secret cupboard in Angela's office, but with Anthony having been away in Scotland he'd needed to take it all with him. This meant that it was simply quicker and easier to dress at home and go into the office in his female persona. On the way in he'd been cut up by an aggressive male driver who'd wound down the window and shouted out 'Stupid woman' at her. This was just another more extreme example of the misogyny that he'd experienced as Angela, Prior to the start of his cross-dressing experience he'd never really thought about such remarks, but with other thoughts churning through his mind at the moment, they were coming more to the fore. The office was eerily quiet when Angela arrived just as it normally was at that time. The requirement to get into the office to change had enforced an early start which had become habit forming now. There was however a pile of mail on Angela's desk and a memo draped over her keyboard. She sighed as she guessed who it was from. This was Theresa's favourite method of communication these days. She wondered what torture Mark's wife had got for her now. Angela. It seems that Mark is doing all the work training Phillip. It's about time that you did you share of the training. You are to take Phillip along on your next case and ensure that he gets the on the job training that he needs. I've already run this past my husband. Theresa. No doubt she ran it past him whilst they were in bed when he was the most susceptible to her little whims and foibles. Angela didn't have a problem per se with having Phillip tag along with her on the next case, and in the past it might have been fun. However Phillip was a little on the insensitive side and right now Angela was still feeling quite sensitive. Somehow, she decided, she just would have to muddle through, but it had not helped her mood this morning. The post at home had still not brought the results of the DNA test that she had sent off to find out who had raped her, and the longer that it was taking, the more on edge she was. *********** Gwyn Matherson was deeply worried. Everything for the demonstration had been set up the previous evening. The tests of the prototype device had all worked in the new location and everything had seemed to be ready for demonstrating to the men from the ministry. The problem was that the device was no longer there despite it being guarded by three security men, a laser network around it and constant CCTV surveillance on the area where the demonstration was to take place. The men from the ministry were due to arrive in an hour and if they didn't have the prototype to show them then the whole demonstration would fall flat. He picked up the phone. "Cosgrave. Have you checked all the CCTV yet?" he asked urgently as the man on the other end of the phone picked up. The answer came pretty quickly back. "Yes boss. No one has been close to the display since it was put there." "It can't have just vanished. It was placed there last night. You sure that you couldn't have missed something?" Panic was already welling up deep within Gwyn's mind. "No boss. I went through the lot on fast forward. I was paying full attention to the feed," Cosgrave told him. "It can't just have vanished! We can do the presentation without the demonstration, but it will effectively kill our chances of winning the work." Gwyn knew just how much it meant to the company's future. The company would limp on no doubt, but the markets would take a dim view of such incompetence and their share price would plummet. "Alright keep checking anything you can think of. I need to make some modifications to my presentation if we don't have that demo," Gwyn would have to worry later about where the device went. For now the men from the ministry would be here soon and after brushing up the presentation he would need to be there for the meet and greet. ********* The others started arriving in the office around nine O'clock, though Phillip came in late at about half past. By then Angela had caught up on the backlog of emails and letters that had accumulated in her time away from the office and was on her second cup of coffee of the morning. Phillip came bounding into her office like a puppy looking for affirmation from his mistress. "Angela, Mark says that I'm going to work with you on your next case. Isn't that exciting?" Phillip could barely disguise the fact that he was looking at Angela's breasts whilst talking to her. Normally Angela would have been loving the attention of her junior colleague, but now after being raped she was less sure. "Yes very," Angela replied without any real enthusiasm. Even Phillip noticed that she was not her usual self however. "What's wrong? You're usually more fun," Phillip asked her, tactless as ever. "I had a bad trip away and now I have all this work piled up," she lied. After all she could hardly say that she was raped a few weeks ago and she really wasn't in a good place. "Oh sorry to hear that," he said almost automatically, still staring at her assets. "So, what's our next case then?" "I need to sort my desk out and then I'll let you know," she offered. She had no idea what Mark wanted her to work on. She'd need to have a meeting with him to catch up, but she strongly suspected that Theresa would try and involve herself in it somehow and that there would be an argument about something completely trivial. What she needed was a case that could take her out of the office again for a few days, else there was going to be a tremendous argument. "Tell Mark that I need a meeting with him later this morning. Suggest to him that we do it at the Costa Coffee over the road." Hopefully he wouldn't share the news with Theresa and they could get some things done without her 'help'. ************** It was much later that morning after the meeting with Mark and just as she was thinking about lunch that Angela got a phone call. "Hello, Entwhistle Investigations. Angela Clemence speaking," she said in her best telephone voice. Angela, this is Gwyn Matherson. You remember, from Ian and Holly's wedding last month. I have a problem that I hope that your detective agency can help me solve. "Oh, yes. I remember. You're Evie Taylor's boyfriend. What can we help you with Mr Matherson?" Angela didn't really want to be reminded of that wedding, but it seemed that she wasn't going to have much choice. My company just had a very important demonstration for a new prototype that we have as part of a bid for a government contract. The prototype, under guard and CCTV observation was stolen overnight and I am at somewhat of a loss to explain it. The senior Government assessor has very generously given us a second chance to demonstrate it after the other bidders have done their demonstrations, however without the prototype there's no way we can do it. We can't just remake it in three days, so I'd like your agency to investigate the theft and recover the prototype before then? "I see. Well I'm sure that we will be able to do something for you?" Angela replied neutrally. "Where is this demonstration?" It's in St David's Hall in Cardiff. Can you get here today? Angela was looking for an excuse to be out of Theresa's way and this seemed such a good opportunity. "Yes I think so. My colleague and I will be with you this afternoon. Around 2pm traffic permitting. I'll call you when we get there." Thank you. I really hope that you can help us. We really need this contract! Gwyn concluded the call and Angela put the phone down. She could kill two birds with one stone on this job. Training Phillip and getting out of Theresa's crosshairs. She wasn't sure how Anwyn would take it, her being away for up to three days, but she'd worry about that when she phoned her. Fortunately for her. Most of Angela's things were in her office. "Phillip!" she called out to the office junior. Go home and get some things for an overnight stay and then get back here pronto. We have a big case to investigate!" she called out across the office to ensure that Theresa heard her. She'd need to go tell Mark what this was all about before she left, but Angela didn't think that would be a problem. ************ Evie was seething as Gwyn put the phone down in the hallway, but she couldn't show it. She'd suspected that he would involve the police in the theft, but her opinion of their investigations in other matters that Wesley had been involved with when he was working at the insurance company was pretty low. The detective agency and that dratted Angela Clemence woman had been a thorn in her side for far too long and it was really about time that something was done about them. "Is it going to be alright baby?" she asked her fianc?, looping her arms around his neck and giving him a hug. In this position he couldn't see her face go from a look of deep concern to an irritated scowl. "I've called in the investigators. I hope that they can help. If they don't find that prototype in time then we're screwed," he told her in a concerned voice. Evie was cursing her own greed now. She should have had Karl destroy the prototype, but instead she'd sold it on to one of the rival companies so that they could examine it and steal the tech. She'd made a tidy sum on the transaction, and hopefully it wouldn't come back to her as she'd asked for it in cash and had ironically used a voice disguiser on the phone to disguise her disguised voice as that of a man. She wanted the cash in case she needed to fund herself in getting away from the hold that the Professor's had on her, but now she saw that it could be a flaw in her scheme. "Oh I hope that they do. Your company really needs this contract." She put a concerned tone in her voice, then resumed her worried look and pulled back from Gwyn's shoulder to give him a kiss. Kissing her man was becoming so natural to her. The Professor's mental conditioning on Wesley's mind was strong and although she had independent thought, she found that she enjoyed doing things that Evie should enjoy with her man as well. He was coming over to check on her progress this afternoon, so she needed Gwyn out of the way so that she could go out and meet with him. These things were not an option when it came to dealing with the Professor she had found. "We do. We're not sunk if we don't get this job, but we'll be looking a lot less attractive to investors," Gwyn confirmed. "Are you going to meet up with the investigators today then?" she asked, still with concern in her voice. Gwyn nodded. "Yes this afternoon at 2pm at the hall. They'll have a brief chance to look around before the next company Frogstar Inc comes in to start setting up," he replied. It should give her enough time to go out to her meeting with the Professor and return before he returned to start cooking dinner. ********** The drive over to Cardiff from Swansea with Phillip was not really Angela's idea of fun. When Phillip was not checking out her stocking clad legs as she drove, he was asking her rather inane questions about the whole business of being a detective. It had therefore been a relief when she pulled into the car park close to St David's hall and slid out of the driver's seat to change out of her flats into her white floral patterned heels. The heels were designed to match the white floral low cut dress she was wearing, but there was no way she was driving in those 3 inch heels. As she bent down to slip the heels on, she could see Phillip checking her arse out behind her. Whereas once she would have been secretly thrilled at being checked out, these days since being raped she was a lot more nervous at being the source of such attention. "Phillip, make yourself useful and go get a parking ticket," she told the gawking youth and she struggled to balance and put her heels on beside the car. She could see the parking attendant over the other side of the car park and she really didn't want to have to explain a parking fine to Mark. Whilst she waited for Phillip she retrieved her handbag from the rear seat and quickly checked and refreshed her lipstick. When meeting a client Angela always liked to look her best. "Come on we don't want to be late Phillip. Remember you're here to watch and learn, not ask any silly questions. You're not Phillip Marlowe yet," she told the young man. "I never said I was," Phillip said a trifle offended. Angela ignored that and strutted towards the hall, her heels clicking noisily on the pavement as she went. When she got there she couldn't see Gwyn Mattherson around, so she phoned him and he told her that he'd be with her momentarily. Angela sighed to herself as she realised that perhaps she'd been too strident with Phillip. After all she was probably going to need his help. "I'm sorry Phillip. I'm just a bit under stress at the moment," Angela said apologetically. Just then Gwyn came around the side of the building and strode over towards them waving. He looked very smart in his navy business suit and tie over his white shirt. He offered his hand to her and she took it, noting his firm handshake. "Miss Clemence, good of your agency to come on such short notice, but this really is quite urgent and troubling. The presentation and demo that we were supposed to be giving this morning was deeply flawed as we couldn't show the product off in use. It's all well and good to talk about the technology involved, but we have to be able to demonstrate that it works to the Government," Gwyn began, adding, "It's kind of urgent that we find it." "I see. Well I guess we're going to need quite a few more details before we can make a start on any investigation. Do you know our daily rates?" Angela asked. Always best to get the money side of things discussed and agreed first. Gwyn nodded. "I checked your website. I'll also give you a thousand pound bonus if you can get me the prototype back in one piece in two days," Gwyn added. Angela knew that the bonus was nice, but not really that much of a boost to their finances. She asked the question uppermost on her mind. "Can you tell me about your competitors for this contract? The most likely source of your disappearance will be one of them. Industrial espionage is more widely spread than you hear about in the media," Angela noted that Phillip was not paying attention to the conversation and was instead checking out a blonde in her twenties wearing tight fitting hot pink Capri pant style leggings and a tight T-shirt. The blonde was bending and stretching before going on her lunchtime run and Phillip was focussed on her large rounded behind. "Frogstar Inc will be demonstrating tomorrow. They are a startup company run by a young woman called Virginia Wright. They're coming from nothing and are the outsiders in this bid, since they have no pedigree and the risk level of going with their company will be higher. They have reportedly developed a highly innovative product, but I have no idea what it entails." "How long has the company been going?" Angela asked, noting to herself that she'd need Phillip to do some research on the other CEO's.. "About two years now. They got some start-up capital from the city and have come a long way in a short period of time," Gwyn told her. "The company the day after tomorrow are our chief rivals in the marketplace. Ultra-Tech have been around for years and were recently taken over by a German rival in a buyout. They're product is old and boring. It works and it has some pedigree behind it, but the technology is getting dated. I think it would be a safe option for the government but it may then need tobe replaced again in five years' time. Their CEO is a man called Herman Rugrund. He's been appointed by the German owners to try and shake things up at Ultra-Tech but his revolution is taking time." "Alright and the last competitor?" Angela asked. "Glissander. They're probably our biggest rivals. They're slick and they've got a good product that demos well. However it has a few issues when used that you won't see on a demo. We made sure to stress the advantages of support in our presentation, but I don't know how well the government officials will focus on that. Our new product is still better, but without being able to show it in action there may be considerable scepticism from the officials," Gwyn finished. All the potential rivals had reason to possibly want to take ComTech Inc down a peg or two. Angela was interested in Frogstar Inc and their young CEO. They seemed like the type of organisation that really needed a leg up in the competition. Taking out the front runner would be a real boost to them. "Can we see Frogstar Inc setting up in the hall? Then I'd like to get a look at those security tapes," Angela said. It was possible that they had been doctored, but she'd need an expert to analyse them. "Coming Phillip?" "I'll be with you in a minute. There's something I have to do first," he replied, still checking out the athletic young jogger who was still warming up nearby. "Alright, but don't be long," she replied and headed off inside with Gwyn. ********* The Professor had chosen a small cafe close to the Cardiff Millennium stadium for their meeting. When Evie got there, he was already seated with a coffee and on an iPad at the table by the window. No doubt he was buying Frogstar stock in preparation. "You're late," he told Evie. "I had to wait until Gwyn went out again," Evie replied. "This is not easy you know." "Ya freedom and new life is dependent on ma whim Evie. Please dinniet tak me fer granted," Professor Munro threatened. She sat down opposite him and sighed. "I've done everything you asked for. The quality of ComTech?s products is going down ever since I got Gwyn to change suppliers. The failure rate and complaints have gone up. Now I?ve ensured that ComTech?s prototype was never shown to the government panel. They won?t win the contract and Gwyn?s company will slowly slide into obscurity. Happy?" Evie wasn?t particularly happy since she and Gwyn would be much worse off in her new life married to him. "Aye, but if ya nay do as I say ye can be replaced. Ma nu protegee is shaping up weel don?t ya think?" Professor Munro said proudly. "He did what he was supposed to," Evie said. In truth she hated the idea that the Professor had a new puppet to use and abuse as he wanted. She didn?t like him doing it to her, but equally she didn?t like the idea of being eclipsed. It was a strange thing for Evie. She didn?t even like to think of who she was before if she could help it. "Aye, and she?s very talented. Mind yu, she was a sex addict as a male. It joost needed a bit o? tweaking in her noggin," Professor Munro laughed. "She?ll be keepin? a eye on things fer me." The intent of that remark was clear. The Professor didn?t trust her to do her job properly and now had a new little spy to make sure she wasn?t going off the rails. "I will not let you down Professor. Once this is done though, I can be free to live my life with Gwyn right?" "Aye. I?ll nae make ya split with tha? big lug," he replied, though he didn?t confirm that she?d be left alone. "How reassuring," she replied sarcastically. "Now, I need ya ta put phase two inta operation Evie. It?s all very weel noblin? tha? favourite, but ya need ta ensure tha? the girl ya want wins. Else ma new investment weel be all ta nought." The Professor ignored him impudence and focussed on his goal. "Ma sponsors are quite concerned tha? everything goes ta plan." "I?ll do what you want, if only to get rid of that meddling Angela Clemence..." Evie said standing back up onto her navy blue heels and letting the skirt of her white and blue dress flare out. "Then you have to give me time to marry Gwyn and go on honeymoon." "Aye, but ma new girl weel be keepin? an eye. Tha lassie t?were a sex addict. I?ve jus tweaked her desires a wee bit as an experiment." With that the Professor laughed. Evie knew well enough how he liked to play with people?s minds for his own whims that he called his experiments. Still although she wanted out of the Professor?s control, equally she didn?t like having competition. ************ The hall was all in the process of being set up for the FrogStar Inc demonstration. There was a woman in her mid to late twenties directing various fit young men in plugging things in and fitting up the demonstration model. Angela instantly decided that the woman must be Virginia Wright and instantly started checking out her mannerisms, gait and complexion to see if she could detect anything amiss. She ultimately decided that if it was someone wearing a mask and bodysuit then they were really good and that the suit was one of the really high tech ones that she?d almost got her hands on once. "I take it that the woman down there is Virginia Wright?" she asked Gwyn who nodded. She watched the set up for a bit longer, looking at where all the cameras in the room were positioned and the angles that they would cover. She noted the four security guards dotted around the auditorium. "The floor here. It?s not got any trap doors or false bottoms in it has it?" she asked. It was the sort of thing a magician would do. "Not that I know of. You can poke around and look, but don?t get too close to them setting up. I don?t want them accusing us of sabotaging their demo." "I?ll need the names of the guards who were watching the prototype that night," Angela added. She was starting to wonder where Phillip was when she spotted him coming into the hall clutching a piece of paper with a silly grin on his face. "Of course. I?ll send you their names and addresses as well as a copy of the surveillance tapes, though those are rather large. The police have already questioned them though. We had to report this to the police for insurance purposes you understand, but I don?t have too much faith in them getting my prototype back in time or even ever getting it back," Gwyn replied. Angela nodded. "Phillip, you get to go through all that footage. I want you to check it closely for any anomalies. Any sign of a loop in the tape of a cut where anything looks odd. You understand?" Angela told him. A pair of younger eyes would be better going through it all, though she really didn?t fancy doing it and it was a good excuse to give a shit job to the trainee. "How long is it?" he asked a bit put out. "I expect it will cover the entire night," she replied. "But, I have Florence?s number!" he protested. "Then call her and set up a date for tomorrow night. You?re on salary tonight. I tell you what if you do this tonight, I?ll pay for your dinner tomorrow. How?s that sound?" Angela hoped that she was being reasonable, but she needed that tape checking quickly. "I suppose," Phillip said a bit sulkily. It was clear from his trousers that he?d wanted to set the date up for tonight. "Good man," Angela said. "I?m going to see if I can go and find the security guards. I?m sure that the police are doing a fine job, but I want to be sure." ********* Evie headed back to cook dinner for Gwyn after her meeting with the Professor. Wesley had never cooked in his life before but the Professor had given her extensive hypnosis to make her believe that she could cook and tidy the house as though she?d been doing it all her life. That had essentially given her the confidence to try to do it, but it hadn?t automatically given her the skill. That she?d had to practice over time. Indeed the Professor had insisted that she learn by cooking him dinner during their time together under his psychotherapy before she replaced the real Evie. Gwyn had actually commented that her cooking skills had improved since she had replaced the original Evie, so it would seem that the woman she replaced had not been much of a cook. She had been forced to leave the dinner in the oven on a low heat to keep it warm after Gwyn phoned to say that he?d be back a little late. She didn?t mind as that gave her some time to make a few other arrangements that the Professor had asked of her. It was far easier to bring others down than it was to make a supplier in the bidding look more attractive, but having disasters happen to all the other suppliers would really send signals that the race was being rigged. Evie had considered trying to blackmail the committee, but the head of the panel was a stern faced old woman called Prudence Leith who was the senior civil servant making the recommendation. She was pretty incorruptible from the research Evie had done and very hard to replace as she lived with a rather extended family. As such that was a pretty dead end when it came to a solution to her conundrum. So instead Evie had been forced to look at other options to beautify FrogStar Inc to the Government. They had some good technology, but the company had two real weaknesses that would count against them in the bidding process. Firstly they were a new start-up company without lots of financial backing that made them a risk to the government since they could go bust easily at any time if market conditions were unfavourable to them. She?d been trying to get an investment group in London interested in the company and she hoped that she had succeeded, but there was a bit of a chicken and the egg situation going on. They hadn?t wanted to invest if the company didn?t win the contract. She needed to nudge things further to make it happen. In the end she had concluded that the best thing to do was to start positive rumours about the company and potential future investment. In her life before she was Evie, Wesley had been in insurance and he?d known quite a few other financial movers and shakers. The problem was that he was now persona non grata and Evie, being the fianc? of Gwyn could hardly be seen to be putting around positive rumours about a rival company. So she needed someone else who could do that instead. The Professor had provided her with the ideal candidate in his new little pet and if this all went belly up, the rumours would be traced back to her and not to sweet little Evie. She picked up the phone and dialled. "The Professor has got a job for you. I want you to start some rumours in the financial markets about FrogStar Inc," she began, then frowned at the response she got. "No, not like that. Listen carefully, I want you to pretend to be a financial analyst from the city and not a slut. Use a different name and dress in a business suit. I?ll give you the names of financial analysts who need this rumour in a bit, but you need to remember this exact wording. Got that?" It was frustrating as the Professor?s new pet had trouble concentrating on serious stuff. She decided to spell it out for them slowly and carefully. "The venture capital company Trojan, which is one of the largest investment companies in the UK have held talks to inject a half a million pounds into FrogStar Inc via a stock split and the announcement is expected at the end of the week. This rumour needs to go to Patrick James, Norman Highway and Eric Kirkland. Got that?" Evie cursed as the Professor?s new pet outlined her own plan, which involved sleeping with at least one of them, if not more and letting the rumour ?accidently? slip during pillow talk. It was a workable plan, but the simpler way would have been to just let the mark overhear the rumour being spread during a fake phone call. She told the Professor?s pet exactly that, but she had a sneaking suspicion that the little minx wouldn?t listen and would do exactly what she wanted. ********* Angela found that she could interview two of the four guards right on site, since they were busy guarding the place once again today. She interviewed both when they were on their breaks and found that their stories matched. They were all there on duty all night. Each took a break every four hours, but the other three were all there watching the prototype which was under the covering all night. No one had come into the building and no one had even been near to the prototype. Angela suspected that either they were telling the truth or there would need to have been a big conspiracy going on between all the guards. It was a possibility, but they would also need to have doctored the videotape for the CCTV security cameras as well. This was not out of the question, so Angela decided to check on whether they were all employed by the same company. It seemed that they were not and the two she spoke to belonged to one company and the other two (who would be on duty again this evening) belonged to the Hall?s own security team. Angela decided that she would pop back later and talk to them, but that in the meantime she would find Gwyn and talk to him about what happened to the prototype before it arrived at the Hall. She phoned him and arranged to meet in the cafe upstairs in the Hall complex. "Gwyn, I?ve spoken to two of the guards, but I?m looking to track the prototype all the way from where it was stored to the hall," she told him. "Of course, but the prototype arrived here in one piece. We tested it one final time in the lab and I travelled with it in the van with the two delivery men. They carted it out of the van and set it up in the hall on the stand, then they covered it up so that no one else could get a look at it before the demonstration this morning. It was delivered here in one piece, so it had to be stolen overnight. "No doubt my colleague will be able to confirm that when he goes through the video feed tonight," Angela confirmed. This was sounding more and more like a magic trick and less and less like a robbery to her. Things didn't just disappear into thin air. "Can I have a look at the stand that it was placed on?" "Of course. It?s at the back in our area in the loading bay waiting to be taken back to the office. The driver should be here to pick it up in half an hour, so we?d better go now," he told her. That was good as she could kill two birds with one stone. "Just better show me where this loading bay is and then I?ll wait for the driver to arrive by the stand," Angela said thoughtfully. *********** The stand itself was simple enough, but when Angela tried to pick it up she found out that it was heavier than she expected. Now under the prosthetics Anthony was not exactly a weakling, but neither was he that strong. The stand was a square block top around two foot square and ten inches high with foldout legs beneath it. The top was carved in the shape of a sun with rays coming out of it in all directions. At the centre and the four corners were tiny drill holes which were probably used for countersunk screws. The central hole had some grey gunk around it that Angela couldn?t identify. On checking the gunk though, Angela was disappointed not to find any fingerprints. The sides had some strips of neon lights stapled to it and on the left hand side of the stand was a switch that turned them on and off. "What?s this thing made of?" Angela asked, putting it down again quickly. "I don?t know, wood probably. My wife Evie ordered it through some specialist company. Said with the lights on it would really show off the prototype, but I guess if there was no prototype then they?re not much use," Gwyn replied sadly. "Go I guess not. Bit of a waste of money really," Angela sympathised. She flicked the switch and the lights came on. Then flicking it the other way turned them off again. She decided that the thing must be heavy because of the battery that ran the lights. "Okay I guess there?s not much to see here." They waited around for another ten minutes or so for the driver and his mate to turn up. The van had Florington?s Van Hire - no job too small emblazoned on the side and Gwyn greeted the driver by name. "Karl, good to see you again. Can you take the stand back to the office and put it back in the lab. Someone has stolen the prototype, so it?ll just be this going back." "Sorry to hear that Mr Mattherson. I know the company was really relying on this contract," Karl sympathised. Gwyn smiled a weak smile back. "Yes, but I hope that Miss Clemence?s detective agency can find it again for us," he said with more confidence than Angela felt. She nodded giving a fake smile of confidence. "Indeed yes, Mr ..." "Mr Robertson," he said, offering his hand to her. It wasn?t a particularly firm shake. "Did you drive straight here from the lab?" He nodded. "Yes. We had Mr Mattherson in the van with us and he can verify that we didn?t make any stops. All we did was lift it into the van and then lift it out into the hall. After that it was the responsibility of the hall security guards." It was Gwyn?s turn to nod. "Yes, straight out of the lab into the van, then straight out of the van into the hall. I?m not seeing where this is getting us?" "I?m just trying to establish the complete movements of the prototype Gwyn," Angela replied. "Okay, but I?m not sure where this gets us though as we had the prototype in the hall." Angela was inclined to agree with him, however she really couldn?t make it seem like she didn?t have a clue how it was taken. One thing she knew for certain was that detectives (certainly those on TV anyway) always had an air about them that said that they knew that something was afoot. It was always the little details that were the keys to the riddle as was the case at the wedding. If only she could see what it was! "Gwyn I just need a full picture of everything that has happened so that I can assess the case. Hopefully my colleague will have something tomorrow morning after observing the video feeds." *********** That evening after dinner and an evening snuggled on the sofa together Gwyn and Evie headed to bed. As she was just putting her nightgown on and taking the makeup carefully off her mask, Gwyn asked her a question that she wondered at the source. "Where did you find the stand for the prototype by the way? Angela Clemence, the detective whose looking into the disappearance was asking about it." "Oh just some website," she said nonchalantly. She didn?t want him asking about the invoice for that. "Can you remember which one?" he asked her as she came back in from the bathroom. "Not off the top of my head honey. Talking of head ..." she knelt down onto the floor and opened the opening in his pyjama bottoms to let little Gwyn out into the light. It was at times like this that she needed a distraction and a woman had to do what a woman had to do. She gently rubbed the base of his penis and his balls. Gwyn was already showing signs of appreciation of his fianc?e?s efforts and from the noises he was making Evie could tell that he was anticipating what was about to come, but she wanted him to be fully at attention before she went the final distance to be able to fully pleasure her man. Part of Evie?s brain was screaming at her that this wasn?t what she should be doing, but Evie had been pushing the former self further and further away from her surface thoughts. The heterosexual maleinhibition that she had clung onto for so long to take little Gwyn into her mouth was now gone and she eagerly swallowed him. "Oh that?s so turning me on!" he exclaimed as she started to bob her head in and out on his shaft. There was a vaguely musty and salty taste to it, but it was only when she felt his hands on the back of her head and she went deep down the shaft that she nearly gagged. Deep throating him the first time was possibly not the way to go and she pushed back against his hands. She couldn?t however say anything as her mouth was otherwise engaged, so she gesticulated to him instead. Fortunately Gwyn got the hint and took his hands away from the back of her head. She continued bobbing up and down on his penis until he finally shot his load into the back of her throat. There was a sudden rush of saltiness in her throat as she withdrew her mouth and she sucked the rest of his member clean of his seed. "Wow, you?re getting better at that. That was so much more intense," Gwyn told her. Evie hadn?t known that the old her had gone down on him, but it was useful to know. Also she was secretly pleased that she?d been able to do it better than the real Evie. "You inspire me to greatness my dear," she replied. It was cheesy, but it kept the conversation away from the stand and back onto safer ground. ********** Next morning Angela found Phillip in the breakfast room of the cheap B&B that they?d booked to stay at in Cardiff. Theresa had insisted that they keep the outgoings as small as possible, and Angela suspected she would have made her share a room with Phillip if she thought that she would get that past Mark. Fortunately the bitch-Queen of the office had not forced the issue. "I?ve been through all the video from the security cameras," Phillip said sulkily. It was clear he was not happy about it. Angela decided that the lad needed some praise to keep him motivated. "Excellent, that was well done Phillip. Did you find anything?" she asked. Phillip shook his head. "No, it was really dull just watching hours and hours of the feeds, showing pictures of the damn prototype under the cover. The highlight of it all was when the security guards moved around a little." "Were there always three of them on duty? Did you notice any breaks in the feed?" she asked. "Yes and no." Phillip continued the sulk despite the praise. She?d need to do something about that, but the more she thought about it, the more she was convinced that this was as close to a magic trick as she was ever going to get. "I?m going to go and see a magician today. You can come too, and then if you like you can head off early for your date," she offered him. Phillip?s face lit up at the offer and he nodded eagerly whilst chewing on a hard croissant. "Why are we going to see a magician?" he asked, suddenly hyper interested. "Because I need to find out how this was done, and the whole thing reminds me of a magician?s stage trick," Angela replied. She?d abandoned the croissants ages ago and made do with some toast and jam. "Alright, but will one magician know how another?s trick is done?" he asked her. "They know the sorts of things that are used in these kinds of illusions. I?m hoping he can give me some pointers. For instance David Copperfield made the Statue of Liberty disappear in front of an audience seated in front of it. You know how it was done?" Phillip shook his head. "He had the audience seating on a rotating disk, and when the curtain was up, very slowly rotated it around, so that the statue was no longer in their line of sight. As the rotation was so slow, they didn?t notice," she told him. "But the cameras were all around and fixed. There?s no way they could have done that!" Phillip protested. "No, I?m not saying that this theft was done that way. Just using it as an example of how these things work," Angela said to him. She just wished she knew how this trick was done. ********* They had searched through the internet for a local magician, and after three failed attempts had made an appointment to see ?The Great Miasma?. The Great Miasma it turned out was a short dumpy man with balding hair, a goatee beard and a broad smile. Since he was not doing a show, Angela was disappointed to find that he was in normal clothes. "Mr Miasma," Angela began awkwardly, offering her hand. "So good of you to see us at short notice. This is my colleague Phillip Simonson" "Miss Clemence, Mr Simonson," he said formally shaking both their hands. He led them out of his practice room into a little office next door. "Now what can I do for you both. You said something about helping you with a mystery." "Yes, that?s right. We have a case that is baffling us and the police that seems to me to resemble a magic trick. So I?d like a bit of help and consultancy on it," Angela told him. Mr Miasma nodded. "The ?200 consultancy fee. I?d like that up front and I must stress that I cannot give away magic circle secrets, but I can help give you pointers as to how it might have been done," he replied. Angela fished into her handbag and withdrew the ?200 that she?d taken out of the cash machine on the way. "There is a certain valuable object that was taken from a lab and placed on its stand under a protective cover into an open hall covered by CCTV camera and four security guards. Three of them were on duty the whole time and they came from two different sources. The hall is a public hall and there were no trap doors in the floor of the room that we could find. Despite all that the object was missing the next morning," Angela told him. The Great Miasma sat in thought for a while stroking his little goatee beard until he finally replied. "The big thing with magic, perhaps the most important thing is misdirection. You make a great play of how secure all the locks are and the swords are real, when the true magic is elsewhere in the trick. From what you are telling me, someone has gone to great lengths to show that the object has been well guarded. That?s the misdirection Miss Clemence. What you need to do is understand where the trick was done. I would hasten to add that it will not be where the misdirection is." "So, we can rule out the security guards and someone messing with the camera feeds then?" she asked. "I wouldn?t say that 100%, but it certainly is not where I?d be looking. Magicians use sleight of hand, things that the audience cannot see and fake objects to achieve their tricks," Mr Miasma continued. "So the prototype could have been a fake and then Gwyn is using the theft to try and claim on the insurance?" she asked, but she didn?t sound convinced. Why would he involve her agency if he already had the police to provide the evidence of the theft and lack of progress on any investigation? "Could be? I do not know the people involved. You need to ask who the magician is and then hopefully you will see what opportunity either he or his assistant had to fool you." It was a fair point. She needed to reconsider who had the motive to steal the prototype. She?d assumed that it was one of the rivals in the bidding, and she?d still needed to question them today, however what if there were other suspects? A disgruntled former employee maybe? "That I don?t know. How would you do it?" Angela asked. "I couldn?t say without having more details of the object and the circumstances," Mr Miasmo said to them. "However one thing I do know is that I?d have to wonder whether there was anything made to accomplish this. Many tricks have specifically made items. Just look at my workshop out there. I have several cabinets and things to manufacture for my next performance." That gave Angela a jolt. She?d really not checked the stand out properly and that had been specially ordered. Perhaps she would need to go back to the lab later and have a look at it in more detail. "Thank you very much. This has been very useful. I hope you don?t mind if I give you a quick ring if there is anything else ...." Angela asked hopefully. Reluctantly Mr Miasma agreed. *********** As it was the day of the Ultra-Tech demo and Angela watched as a stern man in a suit entered the hall. She?d sent details of the CEOs of the rival companies to Mark that morning after talking to The Great Miasma and was awaiting whatever he could dig up on them. They all had something to gain from Gwyn?s company losing the bid, but only if they could actually win the contract. How could they guarantee that? "Is that Herman Rugrund?" she asked Gwyn. He shook his head. "No, that?s Alwin Sands. He?s their chief technology officer. He?s a bit of a grumpy son of a bitch." "Ultra-Tech. Do they really need this contract like you do?" Angela asked. "No, not really. They have plenty of customer?s around the world on their system, but they know it has a limited life-span left in it. They?re working on a replacement system, but it?s a year or two off. I have no doubt that they will make some play about a cheaper upgrade path to their new product, but without the actual product I doubt they will have a good chance. Obviously they have a product and the government might think its a safe option, but I don?t really rate their chances." "And the last supplier who is going to be demonstrating tomorrow; Glissander was it?" Angela asked. "I think that they are our chief competition really. They have a good product and they?re going to benefit most from this. I?ll show you their team when they turn up tomorrow," Gwyn told her. She nodded, but she had hoped that she would have solved the puzzle by then. "Can I go back to your lab and get another look at the stand please?" she asked. Gwyn nodded. It was a way out of the city to his offices, but since Phillip had already gone off to prepare for his date, he wouldn?t be needing the car any more today. *********** The lab was not quite what Angela expected when Gwyn had used the word lab. The picture in her mind had been a medical facility with test tubes and beakers and the like, but as this was a technology company it was instead filled with bits of technology and servers around the edge of the room, some of which periodically made a beeping noise. "Are you sure this is a lab and not a geek?s paradise?" she asked Gwyn. He did his best not to look offended at the comment. "A laboratory can be for a number of different things including technology. Ah, there it is shoved away in the corner!" he went over to where there were a number of server cabinets and dragged the stand out from behind them. "So, what exactly did you want to look at on this?" "I want to have a look inside it. Just as well that we have all the tools we need here. Can you pass me a Phillips screwdriver please?" Angela said after examining the bottom plate of the stand. Gwyn found one on one of the workbenches and Angela proceeded to start unscrewing the bottom wooden section of the stand from the top section. If anyone had made something then this was probably it, but Angela had no idea how you could make the prototype disappear without the use of a trap door in the stand. Finally Angela managed to get the lower part separated out from the upper part. She was disappointed to find that other than the small battery and some wires heading to the switch and the lights on the outside, there was nothing inside. The space was about 8 inches tall and 3 foot square. "So could you fit your prototype in there then?" Angela asked him. Gwyn shook his head. "No way. The DX-67 is more of a cube shape. No way that the interior of that has enough height to fit the top in," Gwyn told her. The news was somewhat deflating to her whole line of thought and logic. "Damn, I thought I had it," she replied and began picking up the two pieces to drag it back over to where Gwyn found it. As she did so, she found the thing so much lighter than when she tried to pick it up in the Hall. "Has anyone done something to the stand since it came back?" she asked him suddenly. Gwyn shook his head. "Not that I?m aware of. Just came straight off the van into the lab. I?ll check." Gwyn went back into the office and asked various geekly looking men and women about the stand. Everyone he asked denied all knowledge of touching it or indeed having had anything to do with it. "The stand has lost weight since it was in the hall," Angela said firmly. "I?d say that it?s lost a lot of weight in a very short time." "It still seemed fairly weighty to me. Are you sure you?re not imagining that? There?s no way that the prototype could have been in there unless someone spent many a happy hour chopping it up," he told her. Angela was sure that this was significant, but as of yet she couldn?t work out how. Still now she knew she was onto something and she wouldn?t let it go until she had the answer to the conundrum. ********* Phillip was excited as it was the first date that he?d had since he was forced to leave college. It wasn?t that he couldn?t get a date, but he?d been working so hard trying to pick up everything that he needed to know as a detective that he?d really not had much time. Mark and Angela seemed to give him all the tedious and boring jobs that they didn?t want to have to do themselves including stakeouts in unsociable hours. As a result he hadn?t brought all his best clothes with him and his ?lucky pulling pants? had sadly been left behind. So as a result his attire for the evening?s date with Flo was far more casual than he would have usually liked. He hoped that Flo wouldn?t mind and that he wouldn?t stick out too much in the posh restaurant that he?d booked on Cardiff Quay. He?d never made a connection to a woman as quickly as he had with Flo and for him at least it seemed that they were made for each other. His jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw her walking along the quayside in a plunging long red maxi dress with a split down the side and matching heels and clutch purse. She?d certainly gone to some effort for him and now he felt ashamed at the more casual jacket and slacks he was wearing. "Hello again Phillip. You look nice," she told him. He thanked his lucky stars that she didn?t see anything wrong with his outfit. "You, you look bloody gorgeous Florence," he replied and even then he thought that was an understatement. Florence gave him a shy smile at the compliment. "I like to keep fit. Well actually I have to really as I?m on a sports science course at the University of Wales. I guess you could say it's my job to keep fit," she replied to him. "Oh well, maybe you could give me some pointers then. Sometimes being on stakeouts mean I?m sat for long periods of time doing nothing. Ever since I left college, I?ve been putting on a bit around my middle," It probably wasn?t the best thing to admit that he was starting to get a bit of a spare tyre, but it wasn?t just the stakeouts that were causing it. The take away curries and the other junk food were also contributing factors. He realised that he?d gotten a bit slovenly ever since he?d started the new job and that was going to need to stop if he was going to keep a fit broad like Florence as his girlfriend. "I?d be happy to, and maybe you could tell me a bit about your work later. Being a detective sounds so freaking .... Cool. I bet you have some great stories to tell," It took her a little while to find the right word, but her smile at the end of her speech made him melt into a little puddle on the floor, but then he saw her shiver slightly too. "Let?s go inside. You look like you?re a bit cold out here," she nodded her agreement and they headed inside for their date. ********** Phillip couldn?t believe his luck in that Florence had agreed to come back to the B&B with him after their first date for a ?coffee?. He knew that coffee was usually used as a euphemism for something else, and given that they?d got on like a house on fire all evening, he felt that his luck might be in. The only problem was that he?d need to sneak her past the rather sour faced Landlady of the establishment that they had rented rooms in. Phillip went in first and checked that the coast was clear before opening the door again and bidding Flo come through the hallway and up the stairs as quickly as she could in her bright red heels. Flo didn?t help matters by giggling at the clandestine nature of their entrance as she went. Fortunately his room was on the first floor, but it seemed like an age as he fumbled with the keys and finally unlocked the door to his single room. "That was fun!" Florence said giggling. "Now where?s the coffee?" Phillip was disappointed that she?d asked but obediently he showed her the sachet?s of instant coffee next to the kettle. "Oh I?m not drinking that muck!" she told him firmly. "Anyway, I can think of something much better to do," With that she pounced on him, planted her delicate hands on his face and gave him a huge kiss. The second kiss included her tongue in his mouth, hungrily seeking out everything there was to find in his mouth. Phillip wrapped his arms around her and planted his hands on her firm rounded derriere. There were treasures under that red dress that had been tantalising him with a glimpse of their full glory that he?d wanted to get his hands on all night. There wasn?t any time for talking now. Mind you they?d done that all evening and he?d told her all about their current investigation and how his boss was stumped as to what had happened. He?d gone a bit far and said that he did most of the work anyway and he expected that he?d have it all solved in the next day or so. He?d wanted Flo to think that he was the proper detective and think more of him. Just then her hands moved down and one of them landed on his penis that was tenting in his trousers. "I want you so badly," she whispered to him. Phillip had never come across a woman so horny in his life before and was caught off guard as she pushed him down onto the bed and then started to unzip her dress in front of him. Beneath the red dress was a red bra with matching red lacy panties over a garter belt holding up white stockings. She stepped out of her red heels and began to ease down her panties, leaving her blonde haired thatch above her pussy and surrounded by a ring of lace and straps. She was every man?s wet dream. On the bed Phillip rapidly kicked off his shoes and pulled down his trousers and pants. These would be becoming his new ?lucky pants?. As soon as they were off, Flo literally leapt onto him and kissed him hungrily. He was grateful that the old single bed didn?t collapse at their combined weight. There was no time for talk as his mouth was either occupied by Flo?s mouth or her breast. Flo had a hungry look on her face and it wasn?t long before she rammed her nether regions down on his rock hard cock and began working herself up and down on his pole. Phillip was used to being the one in control of the act, and found it initially strange that the woman was grinding herself in and out on his naked cock. He could hear everything down below making a ?schlop? noise and he entered and exited from her sopping wet pussy and some way through she sounded like she had cum. He contented himself with fondling her firm tits and she pumped and pumped on his cock until he could take the ecstasy no longer and he was forced to shoot his load into her. She tried to continue to pump him, but eventually she gave up once he had become too soft. "I hope you have some more shots in your gun cowboy," she told him seriously with a sad face and a pout on her lower lip. "I?m sure I?ll be able to manage in a bit. How about I go on top next time?" he suggested. "We can alternate if you like, but I want to do as many positions as we can tonight," she said seriously. Phillip had never come across a woman who wanted sex this much and this often before. He wondered if he was going to have the stamina to keep up with this insatiable woman all night. "Then in between rounds you can regale me with stories about your case to fill the time you need to recover," she told him. Phillip felt that it was going to be a long night, but one he was going to remember for the rest of his life. **************** Next morning Angela noted that Phillip was not at breakfast. Given that he?d been out on a date the night before she decided to give him some slack and if he missed breakfast then that was his own problem. Once they were on company time though she would need to go and shake him out of bed. They only had today to try and solve this case and she was still nowhere near actually coming up with either who was responsible or how it was done. She was convinced that she was onto something with the stand, but it had only led to a dead end. She reviewed her plan of action for the day. She decided that she would head back to the hall and take a look at the final company?s staff members setting up in the hope that it might inspire her some more. The fact that she was so far away from a solution irked her when she knew that she should be wrapping this case up. There were too many little things that bothered her. She looked up to see a young man heading out down the hallway, no she corrected herself. It was a young lady wearing Phillip?s oversized coat, trousers and baseball cap to hide her hair. She was trying to carry something inconspicuously in a plastic bag. Angela assumed it must be her shoes as the trainers she had on were clearly two sizes too big for her. She smiled at the escape and wondered whether perhaps this was a clue to help her solve her problem, but she couldn?t see how a disguise might have been used to steal the prototype. As she was finishing her meal she spotted Phillip heading out down the corridor and then came back shortly afterwards carrying the coat, the trousers and the trainers. Angela smiled to herself, remembering what she was like as a younger person and to be in love. "We?ll be leaving for the hall in half an hour," she called out to him. She could just about hear the resigned sigh from the young man as he disappeared back up the stairs. *************** The Professor was back in his office checking the share prices. As he expected, news of the loss of the prototype had reached the ears of the stock market. He wasn?t surprised at this as he?d made sure that the news was leaked by a reliable source, whom he had given the information to via his new little puppet. ComTech?s shares were already down 10% and they were likely to be in the toilet once the contract was awarded. It was just as well he?d sold them the previous week and instead invested in Frogstar stock. This whole business was going to make him a lot of money and prove that his methods were a far easier way of making millions than robbing a bank. All the while he could continue with the experiments on his subjects to his heart?s content whilst they were supposedly under his medical supervision. Just then his phone rang. The number was from a burner phone that he?d given Florence, his new prot?g?e. "Yes lassie, what hav? ya ta report?" he asked her. I thoroughly quizzed the young man from the detective agency and they haven?t got a clue what?s going on. Do you want me to keep up the relationship and squeeze him for everything he has? Florence asked him eagerly. The Professor wasn?t surprised at her reactions, after all the conditioning he?d given her had not solved her sex addiction but heightened it, albeit with a major twist. What better way to treat a sex addict rapist than to make him female and crave sex from the other side? It was just a slight tweak in the mental processes to turn the desire for beautiful women and sex into the desire to being a beautiful woman having sex. Still, the conditioning might have some side effects that would need to be ironed out. "Alright lassie, but yer only need ta keep yer mark till tha? end o? tomorrow. Then I?ll haf a new wee job for ya lassie." He decided to hold off reporting success to his friends in low places until it was all done and dusted. The Professor was after all a stickler for ensuring all the details were wrapped up before he reported to his sponsors. Oh alright. As long as it?s another like him. I don?t want any of the boring jobs. Florence told him before he ended the call. He would need to begin work on his next great experiment soon. Planning was the essence of a successful enterprise and the Professor was nothing if not thorough with his schemes. ************** The morning had been a waste of time. The last company to present was a real corporate affair and seeing the men in suits told Angela nothing about the case. Mooching around the Hall with the permanently yawning Phillip did nothing to improve her mood either and so they headed to the Hall canteen to get an early lunch and to regroup. Phillip had insisted on getting a large meal since he hadn?t had any breakfast as well as a huge Knickerbocker glory ice cream that was way over the top of the glass vessel that it had been squeezed into. Phillip had only been half listening to her rant at their lack of progress in between mouthfuls of food and yawns. By the time he?d finished his main meal the young man was half asleep on the table. Angela made a mental note to ensure that she didn?t let him have a date before any important stakeout work in the future and phoned Mark to see if anything had turned up back at the office. Mark had not had anything new to impart on the case to her. They?d had the footage examined by an expert and he had concluded the same thing that Phillip had told her that it wasn?t doctored. None of the other CEO?s of any of the other companies had criminal records for theft and all the security guards were clean too. By the time he?d finished telling her about Theresa?s latest scheme for office efficiency, some twenty minutes had passed and Phillip was snoring. As Angela put down the phone to look across at her junior colleague she saw something that finally gave her the final piece of the jigsaw that told her exactly how it was all done. "Phillip, you're a genius and you don?t even know what you did," she told the snoring young man with the melted ice cream in front of him. Where the ice cream had been overflowing the top of the vessel, now that it had melted it was now just over half filling it in sticky melted liquid goo. The prototype wouldn?t fit into the stand given its normal dimensions, but if it was liquid then it most certainly would fit. That would account for the heaviness of the stand when she?d checked it in the hall on the day, but not when she?d seen it again at the lab. The battery in the stand may have been for the light in the real stand, but the fake one had not only powered the light, but also the freezer that had kept the dummy prototype cold. No doubt when they had covered and left the thing with the guards overnight the display lights had been switched off. This switched off the freezer built into the fake stand which had led to the fake prototype melting into the base. The bits of grey powder on the top of the stand were colourants added to the ice to make it seem like it was the real prototype. Given that it was working in the lab before it got there, then the switch must have happened in the van. Which in turn meant that the switch was done by the removal men. "Wake up Phillip." She poked him in the ribs. "We?ve got a case to solve and you?re sleeping on the job." Phillip woke with a start and looked at her bleary eyed. He was surprised when she added. "It seems that you have been instrumental in blowing this whole thing wide open. Well done!" ************ Angela had called Gwyn and got him to meet them at the depot of the removal men. As it turned out Karl and his mate Frank were out on a job, but would be back with them in an half an hour?s time. They waited until the van pulled back in, Angela resisting the temptation to give into Gwyn?s demands to tell him what this was all about. "Mr Robertson. I think you owe Mr Mattherson an explanation of what happened to his prototype." "What on earth are you talking about? Gwyn we?ve known each other for years. Who is this mad woman?" Karl Robertson asked Gwyn. "Yes, Miss Clemenece just what is this?" Gwyn took Karl?s side. "The switch for the prototype was made in the van. No doubt you put it onto one side of the van and then covered it over to reveal the fake one on the other side of the van. So, when you took it into the hall no one else was the wiser that you?d made the switch in the van," Angela told him. "I don?t know what you?re talking about. You saw the damn thing in the hall," Karl Robertson insisted, but it was a nervous insistence. "We saw something that looked like the prototype taken into the Hall, but with all magic tricks that is what we were supposed to see," Angela told him firmly. "Even if it was a fake, how they hell did they make it disappear? It still had three security guards and cameras watching the fake all night," Gwyn asked. "Because," Angela began, "the fake was made of ice and kept cold by means of a freezer in the fake stand. As soon as the power to the freezer was switched off, then the fake prototype began to melt into the base until all that was left was a little of the colouring dye that had been used to make the icy object look grey," Angela said firmly. She could see Karl Robertson squirming out of the corner of her eye. "That sounds impossible," Gwyn said. "So do most magic tricks until you see how they are done and I?m grateful to my sleepy colleague there for helping show me how this one was done." Angela nodded to Phillip who gave a sleepy grin back. "Do you remember I said that I thought the stand back at the depot was lighter than the one I?d tried to pick up in the Hall. That was because the base here was filled with water, and your so-called friend here had obviously switched the stands back for the return journey. So I have only two questions left unanswered. Who put you up to do this and why?" Karl Robertson looked really nervous at this point. Angela decided that he would never have made a good spy and he would only need a little more prompting to push him over the edge to tell them everything. "I?m sure Mr Mattherson will go easy on you if you tell us who your co- conspirators in this are in all this!" she promised. Gwyn didn?t look convinced but she pressed on anyway until the man cracked. "Look I never met the man on the phone, but I certainly can tell you everything about his female accomplice. She was young, fit and blonde and went by the name of Florence Joyner. I have the address of the flat where I err met up with her." Angela noted the look in Phillip?s eyes at the name and she felt really sorry for him at this point. So much so that she decided to be kind to the young man and spare him the sordid details of his latest sexual conquest having gone wrong. "Phillip, I think we have this all wrapped up now. Why don?t you take the train back?" she handed him ?40 from her purse for a taxi and the train fare. This was going to get nasty and didn?t want him hurt. "But Angela, all my stuff is back at the B&B!" he complained. "That?s okay Phillip. I?ll bring it back with me and give it to you in the office," she told him kindly. "You?re too tired anyway today to be much good," That at least was true. He looked both tired and deflated as he took the money and shuffled off in a daze. She could probably have done with his muscle if he was not half dead and desperately in love with their chief suspect. "Fine, give us the address. I?ll let Mr Matherson decide what to do about this separately," she told Karl. "Please, it was a moment of weakness and they blackmailed me!" Karl begged as he found a piece of paper in his coat pocket and handed it over. Angela felt vindicated but all this would come to naught if they could find this Florence Joyner and get the prototype back. "You can decide what you want to do about Mr Robertson on the way, but for now we need to get to this address as fast as we can," Angela told Gwyn. Reluctantly he agreed. ************ Angela decided to have Gwyn go round the back alley of the terraced house that the address led them to whilst she knocked on the front door. Her instincts were right as no sooner had she knocked and waited a minute but she heard Gwyn shout from the back and a feminine yelp. She dashed around to get to the back passage and found the athletic blonde young woman having been rugby tackled by Gwyn. She was now attempting to kiss and cuddle him as he held her in his arms. "Alright that?s quite enough of that Miss Joyner, if that is indeed what your name is," Angela said as they led the young lady back into the house, Gwyn having held her in an arm lock. They sat her down at the kitchen table and stood over her. "You have no rights to imprison me in my own house!" she protested. "But if he wants to come back later and play then I have some handcuffs we can make use of," she said to Gwyn. "We know what you did," Angela told the other young woman. "What had sex with your partner? I can assure you that he was more than a willing participant in that," Florence said defiantly. "That?s not what I meant and you know that perfectly well," Angela told her. "Oh so are we playing a guessing game then? I prefer roleplaying games. I?ll be the virgin strapped on a railway line and your big hunk can come and rescue me. I?ll even let you have a nice reward for rescuing me," Florence said to them. Angela was not sure if the woman was trying to play them or really was a bit on the mad side. "No, I?m talking about the prototype that you stole from Gwyn?s company," Angela said sternly. Florence smiled and shook her head. "No, sorry not aware of that. But if it?s a new toy that?s better than a rabbit I?ll happily test it out for him." "We know you blackmailed Karl Robertson, so you can stop pretending that you aren?t involved in this," Angela pressed. "Oh Karl. He was lovely and big and hard. Not as prolific as your partner, but he was big and thick and meaty," Angela couldn?t believe that this was coming out of another woman?s mouth. She seemed to be bordering on mad to Angela. "Florence, who put you up to doing this?" Angela changed tack. "I?m sorry but Florence is not in right now, please leave your name after the beep. BEEEEP." "This is getting us nowhere," Gwyn said to her. "I?m going to take a look around the house," With that he headed out of the kitchen leaving Angela with the mad woman. "This is not a game. We?re going to get the police involved and you?ll go to jail unless you co-operate," she warned. "I," Florence started but something seemed to catch in her throat. "I don?t think the melon is blooming," she concluded. Angela had already thought that she was mad, but this just about sealed the deal. However something seemed odd here. Phillip certainly didn?t think that she was mad and had been pretty happy with the whole date this morning. Now it could have been because he got his end away, but Angela didn?t think that even he was that shallow. She furrowed her brows and asked. "You can?t say who put you up to this? Somehow you are prevented from saying so," she asked. "Give that redhead a breast enlargement," Florence told her. So, this behaviour was induced somehow. She knew of one person malicious enough and capable enough of messing with someone?s brain that way and that was Professor Munro. She was glad that she?d gotten Phillip away from all this now and a new suspicion formed in her brain. "You?re actually a man aren?t you?" she said just as Gwyn came back in beaming and carrying the prototype in his arms. "No I?m not. I?m all 100% woman!" Florence protested. Angela reached around to Florence?s head and pulled. "Ow, ow. You?re hurting me!" Florence exclaimed. "What on earth are you doing Angela?" Gwyn asked her. She ignored him and reached under the hairline and found the Velcro that was keeping the wig on fast and slowly began to pull it off revealing the ties of the mask underneath. "Showing you that the person we are dealing with is not who you think," she said. "My hair, give me back my beautiful hair!" Florence yelled. But Angela went further and took the mask off, revealing the man beneath it. "You?ve ruined everything!" Florence spat. "How am I going to get a man to want me now?" ********** "So, his name is Robin Woodman and he has a string of convictions for sex offences. That makes sense," Angela said to Mark on the phone. Yeah, and guess who was the psychiatrist treating him? "Professor Archibald Munro. I already worked it out." I don?t want you getting mixed up with him Angela. He?s dangerous. Mark warned her. "Yes I know. Don?t worry I?m a big girl now," she replied. No you?re not Angela, even though you look like one. "Mark, I think you know that I can look after myself," Angela told him. I don?t want you causing a scene, understand? "Yes I got that Mark," Angela promised. She wouldn?t cause a scene, but she would still confront him. ************ Surprisingly enough Professor Archibald Munro?s secretary set up an appointment for Angela to go and see him the next day. She decided to wear her best green business dress and smart green heels for the meeting as she wanted to portray a serious tone when she confronted the man.As she entered he seemed to be busy on his computer with lots of figures and graphs on the screen. No doubt it was some experimental data, but Angela revised her opinion when after he tapped some keys, the screen showed a message that said EQUITY SALE IN PROGRESS. "Professor Munro. I have something rather important to discuss with you," she said as she waited for the Professor?s Secretary to disappear. "O aye lassie!" The Professor arched an eyebrow and swivelled his chair slightly. "One of your patients, Robin Woodman has been caught out in public dressed up as a woman and has been stealing valuables." "Ach weel, I?m sorry ta hear that lassie. I tak it tha? he has been found an? has been taken inta? custody?" the Professor replied. "Yes he has. He?s in Cardiff police station being questioned now," Angela said firmly. She didn?t want the Professor to get away with this. "Ack, weel thank ya fer letting me know," the Professor said dismissively. "They?ll want to know why the individual is able to rent a house and be in possession of a perfect female disguise whilst in your care," Angela pressed. "Aye, no dooubt. I reported tha laddie had escaped from ma custody some weeks aga ta the po-lice. I?m jus? glad tha? they caught him agen. Tha? laddie really tis a screwed up yoong man," the Professor replied smoothly. Angela didn?t believe a word of it. "You have a Police reference number for your report?" Angela asked. "Aye." The Professor checked his computer and wrote down a number on a post-it note and gave it to Angela who looked at it suspiciously. "Was there owt else young lassie?" "No. Thank you Professor. I?m sure that we?ll be seeing each other again." Angela did her best to keep her temper under control as she turned to head out the office. "Aye. I?ll look forward ta it lassie," the Professor replied. Angela was sure that he was grinning behind her back, but she couldn?t bring herself down by letting him have the satisfaction. She was sure that he had covered his tracks and that his stooge Robin Woodman would never give up the Professor?s secrets. After all, the Professor had probably screwed with the young man?s mind to such an extent that he would never be able to give the academic mastermind up, even if he was reliable enough to be believed. ********** Evie waited patiently for Gwyn to come back from the Government?s announcement of the award of preferred supplier for the contract. Gwyn had been allowed to demonstrate his company?s prototype by special dispensation and Evie hoped that things would start looking up for the company now. Whilst she had been forced to go along with the Professor?s plan, equally she didn?t want her future life to be so badly affected. She had deliberately left the prototype at the house that had been rented for Florence Joyner so that if there was any comeback on all this, it would not come back on her. In addition if the prototype were recovered by other means then it couldn?t be pinned on her and the company would have a fighting chance in the bidding process. As it had turned out, Florence had been outted and the prototype recovered. From her point of view therefore, the result of this whole affair was looking up. Her rival in the employ of the Professor had been arrested and was out of action and the Company was now within a hair?s breadth of winning the contract. No doubt the Professor would have cashed his share boom by now, so wouldn?t come back at her for the screw up. She heard the key go in the lock and Gwyn entered. "Well how did it go honey?" she asked him. "We did the demo at the last minute and it all went smoothly," Gwyn replied. "However when the Government assessors came back after their deliberations they decided to award the contract to Frogstar. Apparently the new Government policy is to start looking at spreading contracts out so that it?s not all the major players get the work every time. They were impressed with Frogstar?s tech and were prepared to ride out the risk of them being a small company. I?m sorry, but things are going to be more difficult going forwards." "Oh, I?m sorry honey." Evie went over to hug her fianc?. "I?m sure I can think of something to make it up to you tonight, but we?ll have to look and see how we can tighten our belts." She couldn?t hide her disappointment, but at least for now they were together. Without his new patsy though, Evie was sure that the Professor would come back with some new scheme that he would try and get her involved in. That was for another day however, and for now she just had to concentrate on consoling her man. *********** Angela arrived back at the office in a foul mood. She had just mulled what happened round in her mind and steamed all the way back in the car. The Professor was thorough in covering his tracks. The Crime report number that he?d given her turned out to be real and as a result she had nothing to pin on him. Even if the police had been looking hard for Robin, they would have never found him in his female disguise. Even after the police had arrived and removed him from the suit, he was still insisting he was female and needed to be searched by a female officer. The Professor had really screwed with his mind, but alas she had no evidence to back that up. Everyone looked up at her when she entered and she knew that something was up. "Angela, could I have a word?" Mark said to her. "Of course Mark." She stepped into his office and closed the door. Something was going on but she wasn?t in the mood to play games. "What?s on your mind?" "Phillip has complained that you threw him off the case just as he helped you solve it," Mark stated flatly. "Did he now?" Angela arched an eyebrow. "Did he tell you everything?" "He told me you were accusing his girlfriend of all sorts of nefarious things." "That would be the young lady who was really a young man in a rather expensive mask and bodysuit whose mind had been conditioned by Professor Munro would it, because I really wanted to save him from having to find out that the person he?d been shagging all night and was too tired to lift an eyelid the next day was really a man? You don?t think that perhaps keeping that from him was a good idea?" Angela told Mark. "Well he?s talking about going to visit her in jail and getting the money together for a lawyer for her," Mark added. "Well I wish him luck with that, but you might want to think about diverting him from that particular activity. When he finds out that Florence is actually a man called Robin I think he?ll flip. The Professor really did a piece of work on him." "That?s the other thing I wanted to discuss,." Mark was in serious mode. Angela could tell by the tone. "I told you not to go and see the Professor." "No, you told me to be careful. They are not the same thing," Angela replied. "You knew what I meant Angela. You?re not stupid. The Professor phoned me and made some veiled threats," Mark said. "He can?t do anything to us," she said haughtily. "No you and me, no. But he put something in Theresa?s mind when he cured her. The threat is there that he will trigger it if we interfere or try and expose him," Mark said. Whilst the thought of Theresa being a vegetable was viscerally appealing to Angela, particularly after some of the ?Memos? that Mark?s wife had sent recently, on balance she decided that even Theresa didn?t deserve that kind of fate. "Oh I see. So we can?t investigate him at all then." "No, the Professor is off limits. He?s clever and dangerous and a major threat to this firm. I tried to be subtle, but you didn?t get that. Understand?" Angela nodded. "What about Phillip?" "I guess I?ll deal with him, but you might want to avoid him around the office for a few days until he sets his sights on another young lady who takes his eye. Let?s just hope that this one is a young lady!" "And Theresa? Can I avoid her too?" Angela asked. "Now I know that you too don?t always see eye to eye, but I?d like you to at least make an effort!" Mark said to her. "Maybe she should stay at home until the Professor cools down," she suggested hopefully. Mark shook his head. "No, if he?d wanted to get revenge now, I?d have received a call. Just keep a low profile and don?t annoy him," Mark warned. With that Angela was left with no choice but to head back to her office and sulk. 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