Unknown - The big whip-off

Maybe I could just kill them myself, he thought. But where could he hide the bodies?

"What I meant sir," Leslie continued, "Is that it would take money to hire professionals and then you'd have to drill them over and over at it to get the timing down."

"Like with the box boy," Kay agreed. "Drilling, time and time…"

"It would have to be one of the more wealthy people who hated Albertson, just to afford such a project," Leslie managed to finish, but only because her hand was covering over Kay's mouth.

Randel ignored the women as best as possible while he punched up some information from his computer. "If we are looking at it from a purely financial point of view the best guess would be Preston Davis. They've been crashing heads almost from the beginning. But in a way, none of it would make any sense. Why would Davis suddenly change tactics after this many years?"

"Possibly that's the entire point. He could have gotten tired of the fight. Maybe he decided it was easier just to declare himself the winner and this would be the easiest way," Leslie offered.

"Or maybe he has his own ideas on how to merge the two fortunes," Kay said. "You know, bang the daughter, con her into marrying him, and take over Albertson's empire from the back door. So to speak."

Even Leslie had to stare hard at Kay, not at all sure where that idea could have possibly come from.

The redhead shrugged her shoulders. "Hey, just an idea."

"Enough! You have your assignment! Find the girl and bring her home to her father. I don't care what you have to do, but do it soon. This isn't a case we have the luxury of time with. Albertson owns us and he wants action. Understand?"

"Right Chief." Leslie snapped off a sharp salute.

"Don't worry about it. We'll have her back before Daddy can get the sheets changed on her bed." Kay turned and was headed for the door when she suddenly stopped. "Might be easier if we took the file with us though."

Sweeping the papers and photos together, she closed the file and turned to leave again. Spinning around too quickly, her elbow hit the computer's monitor, knocking it over.

Thump… blam!

"Aaaa… Sorry about that Chie…"

"Out! Get out! Right now! Out!!!!"

"But we could…"

Randel was looking for a part of the smoking debris he might throw at them, but was half afraid he might electrocute himself if he grabbed the wrong thing. Then he thought that might not be such a bad idea, as the pain in his head came pounding back.

"But why do I have to be the slave?"

Leslie looked over at the pouting redhead and wondered why they always had to have arguments like this. You'd think that after all this time of working together things would be smoother.

Putting on a front of calm and patience she answered, "First of all, it was my idea."

"No, that doesn't cut it," Kay shouted. "What about the time we needed information out of that pimp. It was my idea for one of us to go undercover as one of his girls…"

"And I let you do it," Leslie jumping in quickly. "Not only did you do a good job of it, you even picked up a little extra Christmas money if I remember correctly."

"Yeah, but…"

"And I didn't complain a bit if you remember."

Kay's eyes scrunched up as she thought back on the case. "I guess that's true."

"Of course it is. But when I come up with a plan and all you can do is bitch about how you want to change it," complained an indignant brunette.

"Not… not really. Did you really think I did a good job on that other case?"

"You were wonderful. There wasn't another girl in Jimmy's stable that made half as much as you did."

Kay suddenly sat up much straighter, feeling quite proud of herself as the memories came flashing back to her. "That's right. And I only charged half price most of the time just so I could prove to Jimmy how much better I was then all those loose sluts he had around."

"All part of the reason why I was thinking of you for being the slave. It would be an undercover role demanding strong acting abilities."

Kay was quick to nod her head in agreement. "Sure, I can see where you'd need me to do that. You couldn't act your way out of a bad date."

Leslie started to say something, but stopped herself before she did. Kay would get her's soon enough as it was.

"There is that, I was thinking more about how much better you look in leather than I do."

"You really think so?"

"I'm sure of it."

"Great! O.K. I can see it's a fabulous plan. There's just one thing I don't understand."

Only one, Leslie wondered. "What's that?"

"Just why are we going to this party?"

"I thought you'd gone through all the material we brought back from the office?"

"And I did," Kay came back rather quickly, feeling a bit hurt that her friend would think otherwise.

"Did that include the rest of the files Randel sent over?"

Shit! "Well… I looked most of it over." Kay glanced over to the two foot high pile of folders and wondered which one of them she should have read.

"If you had, you might have seen that one of Davis' hobbies is B amp;D."

"So? He likes to let some woman beat up on him. He does like to let be the beatie, not the beater?" Kay asked, sounding suddenly hesitant over her new role.

"According to what W.W.W. could get on him, Davis is a dominant in the bedroom as well as in the board room."

"So that's why you're wanting me to play the role of slave! You want Davis to carve up my cute little back side with some monster whip!"

Leslie had both hands up, waving them to slow the redhead down. "Come on, would I do that to you?"

"YES! Remember the time when…"

"Now stop it! This is a party. You'll be going as my slave, not his. I'll be there to protect you. All you have to do is be beautiful and make people want you."

"How does that get us the girl?" Kay was calming down, but she doubted her role could possibly be as easy as her partner was making it out.

"Don't you see? Who ever it was who kidnapped Denise had to be rich enough to pay for it. Now if they also happened to be into B amp;D, they'd probably have the facilities to hold her with. Stuff like a dungeon…"

"And all those groovy leather strap things," Kay interrupted.

"That's right. All we have to do is find the right rich person, and we'll find Denise."

"But I thought it was Davis that had her?"

Leslie gave a nod. "Odds are he does, but this works out just as well in case he isn't. Everybody in town who might have the resources to pull off a caper like this will be at this party."

"And all I have to do is look pretty?"

"Right. We act like a cover for each other. You're attractive enough for other dominants to come over to talk to me about, and while that's happening, you can check out the other slaves. We'll cover twice as much territory that way. It'll give us a chance to get in close to Davis. He's not exactly the type of person you can just call up and make an appointment with. But he should be feeling looser at his own party."

"And all I have to do is look pretty?"

"Where did you find this stuff?" Kay asked as she stared at herself in the mirror.

Leslie's voice rang out from the other room where she was getting herself ready for the evening festivities. "There's that little place over in Hollywood, 'The Sub Miss'. They have a full range of leather and rubber fashions. Just the thing for the now slave on the go."

"Give me the address. This stuff is weird and kinky, but I think I like it."

"Somehow I just knew you would," said Leslie under her breath. "Didn't I tell you you'd look better in leather then I would?"

"Kind'a hard to tell. There isn't much here."

Kay was still looking at her reflection in the mirror. The outfit her partner had gotten for her wasn't much more than a string bikini made out of black leather. Oh sure, it still couldn't be considered anywhere close to being normal day wear. Not when the tiny halter cups had silver studs dotting the smooth surface, and there were pieces which popped off so her nipples could stick out. Then there was the opening down the center of the G-string, giving easy access to her pussy.