Unknown - Spread for pleasure

She went first to the tapes listed for the house in Encino where she had met both Betty and Marilyn. There were three tapes for the date she visited the place.

"The bastard's did a twenty-four hour surveillance on that place the day I was there," she murmured as she slipped the first tape into the VCR.

The first few seconds of the tape were blank and then a view of a sparsely furnished room appeared. Chris found the fast forward button and ran at least 500 counts off the tape before a figure appeared on the screen.

Chris vaguely remembered having seen the woman who walked through the door. She was a statuesque red head dressed in skin tight brown leather pants and a matching vest. Beneath the vest she wore a tight pink sweater that revealed more of her full breasts than it hid. The tight pants conformed to every curve and of her narrow hips.

She stood in the doorway surveying the room, swinging a small shoulder bag and licking her full red lips again and again. The only sound audible was the soft chink of the chain attached to her bag as it moved back and forth. There was a barely audible tap on the door and the redhead turned at the sound.

A tall gray haired man entered and the woman's face lit up as she flung her arms around him and kissed him fiercely. Her ardor was reciprocated. In moments the two of them were undressed and stood naked on the pale yellow carpeting facing each other.

Chris could barely stifle a gasp as she looked at the muscular body of the man and the size of his erection. She guessed that he was well over six feet tall. His muscles rippled as he grasped the lithe, satin smooth body of the redheaded woman, whose abundant hair now cascaded almost to the floor, and lifted her from the floor and carried her to the single bed in the room.

The woman was pleading, in a soft voice, over and over, "Please make me a good girl, daddy."

The man was silent though obviously very much aroused. He lay the woman on her back on the bed and picked up a long feather that must have been on the floor, hidden from the camera. Holding the gorgeous redhead by one breast he stroked her already wet pussy with the feather. She struggled against his hold and squealed spreading her legs and thrusting her lovely body upwards.

With each thrust the man stroked her wide open cunt and moved the feather down the crease of her buttocks. She was grunting and squirming as the man continued to hold her with one hand and stroke her cunt and asshole with feather he held in the other.

Suddenly, the red head stopped all movement her eyes closed, and her mouth opened slightly. From deep in her chest she emitted a soft crooning sound that gradually grew louder until she uttered an ear splitting shriek. Her body was now jerking uncontrollably and she pulled the man down on top of her, shouting, "Fuck me now."

The coupling was quick and turbulent. Their pelvises thrust at each other so strongly that they slapped like loud hand claps. Both came suddenly the man groaning and straining. While the redhead wrapped her willowy, shapely legs around his waist and screamed with each orgasmic jerk that moved her lovely body.

As they lay panting Chris was suddenly aware of her folded hands pressing hard against her soaking wet crotch. "Jeez, I haven't done that since I was fifteen," she muttered.

Chris pushed the fast forward button again and the man, whose face she felt she recognized, and his redheaded lover jiggled off the screen. Chris suddenly realized that she was looking at action occurring in a different room.

"Did they move the camera," she wondered to her self as she watched a rather ornate bedroom fill with a half dozen nude and semi-nude men and women. At fast speed she could recognize no one. When she slowed it down she immediately spotted the dumpy little nurse who had given her the party house address and Marilyn among the crowd.

"Holy mackerel," she giggled as she watched the assembled group, consisting of all shapes and sizes, rapidly arrange themselves into a boy-girl daisy chain. The camera seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time fixed on one pasty faced, scrawny man, with wispy black hair. All of a sudden the shock of recognition.

"I know who that man is and also the one with the redhead. They're city politicians who've been in the news recently. Wow this is hot," Chris murmured to no one in particular.

She once more went to the fast forward key and moved on through the tape until she saw another change of scene. This time Chris saw her own thin, supple body and the full breasted form of Betty Morales coupling on that critical night. She shivered and fast forwarded to the end of the tape.

"I wish I could fast forward out of the situation that I got into that night," she thought as she ejected the tape and put in the next one she had selected.

"It's rather like watching a porno movie isn't it," a soft woman's voice said. Chris jumped and turned toward the voice. Betty Morales stood behind her with a worried look on her face.

"My God you scared me," Chris said sharply.

"Sorry. I came in while you were briefly watching our antics on that night," she said with a wistful smile. "Sam asked me to chaperone you in here. It's possible, but not very likely, that Hilda or Paul or Fred could show up."

"Oh! I never thought of that," Chris said.

"The reason it's unlikely is because I would guess you sent them a warning message as you tried the computer access codes."

"Huh – I just used the first few. The inventory and filing system used for the tapes came up right away," Chris replied.

Betty chuckled softly. "You're a typical computer user kiddo. The person who wrote this program knew his business. There is no way that your unauthorized access wasn't designed to alert the authorized users of the material. It's possible you even erased the more valuable stuff in the computer memory by accessing it as you did."

"I didn't realize. You mean I may have erased the drug inventory for example?"

"Yep. Or the list of folks these crooks were blackmailing – besides you and me that is," Betty said grinning.

"Why are you grinning. It's damned embarrassing for an intelligent person to let the crotch rule the head. Especially when it gets video taped," Chris said blushing once again.

"Yeah I guess it would be for a girl from Nebraska."

"I'm from Iowa and don't be so damned patronizing," Chris said hotly.

"Don't get huffy. I'm just trying to kill some time until your friend Joe gets here with the warrant. I want to get those cases open and see what's in them," Betty said. "Let's watch some more kinky video while we're waiting."

Chris shook her head. "I really don't like doing this. It's like reading other people's mail. But, I want to find the one with Marilyn and me."

"That was your night for girls was it," Betty said staring hard at Chris.

"As a matter of fact yes – yours too?"

"With me that's every night doll. Didn't your friend Lena tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"She invited me to move in with her and Stephi once the case is settled," Betty answered.

"Doesn't this stuff on the tapes bother you? What will the DEA say if this gets to them?" Chris wondered.

"Nothing. Let me tell you a little story about my career," Betty said leaning back in her chair and stretching so that her magnificent breasts stood like ripe melons beneath a soft sheer covering.

"You testing me?" Chris laughed.

"Good line. That's how things started in my office so in a way I guess I was testing," Betty said grinning.

"OK tell me about it. I'll find the tape of me with Marilyn later."

"I have been a lesbian even before I really knew about sex. Technically I guess I'm bisexual since I do get the urge to try it with men from time to time. But my luck with them, as you recently observed, has always been lousy. Women have always attracted me. I love their smell, their smooth skin, their bodies and their faces."