Unknown - The big whip-off

Suddenly he felt better. He had turned a corner and now saw a long line of blue uniformed men. If nothing else he felt safe. That no demented traffic offender would leap out and attack him while so many officers were standing around.

It also gave Edwin someone to ask directions from. But what if all these officers were in this insidious plot together? Would he have to bribe them all? Edwin swallowed hard. There was nothing left for him but to be brave. He stiffened his back, ready to show them the kind of stuff he was made of.

"Excuse… excuse me," he stammered nervously, his trembling hand holding up the map. "Could you help me find interrogation room eighteen?"

Edwin had to tap the policeman on the arm twice before getting any response. In defeat, he was about to reach for his wallet, when the much taller man turned to look down at him.

"Yeah? What do you want?" The man's deep, harsh voice all but caused Edwin a coronary.

"I was only asking you about where interrogation room eighteen might be." Edwin was stammering again and didn't like it, thinking it didn't make him appear manly. The map looked like he was waving it around, his hand trembled so badly.

"Right. As if you didn't know already. Listen, some of these guys have been standing in line a long time, so why don't you just go to the back and wait like everyone else?"

This more than confused Edwin, who couldn't hide his puzzlement any better than he could his stuttering. Why would this many officers be waiting to get into an interrogation area?

"Possibly I didn't make myself clear. I'm looking for 'interrogation' room number eighteen. I'm supposed to meet with my clients there."

"Yeah, yeah. Like I said, get in line… Wait! You said your clients?"

The little mousy man nodded his head until it looked like it had to be a painful act. Edwin fished a business card out of his suit pocket for the officer to look over. The name of the firm was enough to change the officer's outlook.

"Shit! Yeah, I should have known it would happen before I got my turn. Come on, I'll show you the way."

The patrol man led the way and Edwin became more surprised as the line of officers stretched out before him further than he had originally thought.

It was incredible! What were they all doing here? Didn't they have other duties?

"Alright boys, playtime's over, let us through," his guide yelled out before them. There were a few groans and several curses tossed their way before the officer bulldozed through the waiting bodies, leaving just enough room for Edwin to follow if he hurried.

Finally getting into interrogation room eighteen. Where he saw his two clients laying naked on top of the single table in the middle of the room. The wooden top was narrow enough that as Leslie and Kay lay across it, that each could take a cock in her pussy and still stuff another hard one in her mouth at the same time!

"This is outrageous! What are you doing!"

Edwin was on the verge of a coronary once more. Bad enough he had been afraid the police would hold him up for bribes, but what could explain what they were doing to these poor women.

"Pretty obvious I should think," Leslie said as she popped the cock out from her mouth.

"Just supporting our local police. Letting them know how much we care," chuckled Kay right after she swallowed down the thick load of cream she had just taken. Her pussy was still being stuffed and she was reaching for the next man in line, eager to cram his meat into her mouth.

"You mean they aren't doing this to you?" Edwin asked incredulously.

"They sure are. And doing it quite well!" Kay had hold of the next stud's cock and was massaging it to full erection.

"No! What I meant was, are they forcing themselves on you?"

Edwin was mopping at his forehead. This was far beyond his worst fears. His world was crashing down around him. His time at the firm must be coming to an end. Why else would he have been sent down to get two common street whores out of jail?

"Are they ever! But if you mean, are they raping us, I'm afraid it's almost the other way around. But once we showed them how they were outnumbered, they quickly surrendered themselves to our custody," Kay got out before refilling her mouth with the fresh cock.

Edwin couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had to be in the wrong place, or dealing with the wrong two women. He fumbled around in his briefcase. Weren't the ones he was there for… let's see, yes! They had been arrested as accessories to a foiled bank robbery.

"I'm terribly sorry," he apologized, doing his best to avert his eyes from the ladies as they plied their trade. "I'm here as legal council for two women who apparently blew up a bank."

Two lovely faces snapped around to face Edwin.

"It's not our fault!" they cried.

Randel Thompson sat uncomfortably behind his desk. He had already been over the file laying before him more times then he cared to think about, and was prepared to do it once more.

Leslie and Kay weren't his.

He hadn't hired them, he didn't even like them. It was his misfortune to have inherited them. The worst part of all was their record. No matter how you looked at it, they were the best agents W.W.W. had. Not that Randel had the first idea why. During his own rein as head of the massive security agency he had brought along many agents who were more talented, better trained and certainly more intelligent. Yet there was one thing Leslie and Kay constantly produced.

Results!

Along with a good deal of mayhem. There were many times they made him feel as if he were trapped in a bad episode of "Get Smart". It usually only took them a few minutes before they started to make him crazy. Acting like amateurs, they always seemed to be blundering aimlessly through an assignment, yet they always cracked whatever case they were given. No matter how difficult, even seemingly impossible.

They didn't even seem to care about the missions they were assigned. Because of this they usually got the most repulsive jobs possible. The ones no one else would touch. Which lead to their company nick name of the Dirty Pair.

Randel could only guess that they had to be smarter then they put on. Either that, or there had to be some tiny, hidden portion of their brains that kicked in, working with skill and precision of a Sherlock Holmes. Only with them, the solution of their investigation didn't happen all at once. It slowly bubbled up. Taking it's own sweet time before one of them recognized what was going on around them.

It had to be something like that. They couldn't possibly be relying only on pure luck. Could they?

His intercom beeped once and Randel steeled himself. They were here. He took a deep breath and hoped the Valium he'd taken would kick in soon.

"Hi Chief. You wanted to see us?" Leslie asked, just as bright and perky as a high school cheerleader.

Relax and smile, Randel told himself. They were the last people he wanted to see, and he hated when they called him Chief. He was only waiting for the day one of them reached for her shoe phone, then he'd know it was time for him to retire.

"Aaaaah, yes. Yes I did. Please, take a seat. I was just looking over this file…"

"It wasn't our fault!"

"What? No, not that file," Randel said hastily, although he still wasn't quite dear as to what they were doing naked at the bank. But as with most things regarding Leslie and Kay, he decided he'd rather not know.

"I'm talking about this. Your next assignment."

Leslie was the first to recover. "Oh sure, yeah…"

"We knew that," Kay finished for her partner while nodding her head.

Randel hated when they did that. It made it hard to follow which one you were really talking to. But then with these two it probably didn't make any difference.