Excelsior Hotel, Bologna, Italy
Erika moaned in pleasure as she lay on top of Tasia's naked body, her head where the other girl’s groin was and vice-versa, assuming a classic 69 position. Erika was just as naked as Tasia, both not even wearing earrings or something in their hair. Tasia lay spread out on the bed with her legs wide and her arms stretched out sideways, her tongue sticking out from her mouth. "Oh my, I'm so glad you were assigned to my case," gasped Erika as she turned around, her breasts rubbing against Tasia's as she kissed the frozen Greek's neck.
It had been over half a day since Erika had found out that Interpol was on to her and Monica was still out, arranging a private jet for their next trip. Erika was hoping to leave earlier, since it was now early in the morning, but she'd still managed to get some sleep, Tasia and Lotte making for good quiet company. Still, her pre-ordered breakfast would be arriving in half an hour, so Erika knew she'd need to clean up a bit before her nosy maid Francesca arrived.
"Oh hell, let her walk in on us," panted Erika as she planted a deep kiss on Tasia's lips, her tongue locking with the Greek's own. Unsurprisingly Erika had wasted a full minute with just one kiss, the billionaire having been known for her incredibly long lip-locks back at UCLA when she'd still been remotely interested in men. Sighing slightly, Erika got up on her knees and slid off the edge of the bed. Placing herself in front of Tasia's feet, Erika reached down and flipped the Greek up onto her heels by pushing down on her ankles. Tasia nearly slammed into Erika like a falling mannequin before the blonde steadied her rigid guest and fixed her pose, putting her at attention with her arms at her sides and her legs together, her mouth closed. "Sorry to leave you, but I think Lotte's a bit lonely, don't you?" asked Erika, getting no response. Erika giggled and planted a kiss in the middle of Tasia's cleavage.
Walking into the bathroom, Erika smiled at the sight of Lotte standing in naked the bathtub. Erika had posed her there earlier, arranging the German girl to stand in the buff with her hands running through her hair along the sides, her lips formed in the shape of a moan, her eyes squinting slightly. "You look like someone from Playboy," laughed Erika as she stepped into the tub with the frozen Lotte and closed the shower curtain. A moment later hot water sprinkled down on the female pair as they stood in the shower, Erika massaging her smooth body with a sponge bag as she rubbed up against Lotte, the water running down the pair as the bathroom got steamy.
Following the ten-minute erotic shower Erika felt much better, hanging up the sponge bag on the hot water knob. "Thanks for the company, love," whispered Erika into Lotte's ear, promptly raising the brunette's arms above her head in kissing her passionately. Erika began to run her hands down towards Lotte's soft breasts but stopped when she heard a knock at the door.
It couldn't be Francesca, as Erika still had at least ten minutes before breakfast was due to arrive. Another knock was heard as Erika cursed to herself and stepped out of the shower, slipping on a towel and a pair of fluffy white slippers from the New York Hilton hotel. A third knock occurred as Erika continued to curse while walking towards the door, her left hand holding the white towel closed across her torso with her damp hair hanging from her head like a mop. Erika looked into the fisheye peephole that the room had and then dropped her towel in surprise; four women she recognized from the palace were there outside!
The woman with reddish-brown hair stood in front of the door in a gray business dress, the taller brunette behind her dressed almost exactly the same, though her dress was a bit lighter in shade. The familiar Hui stood near the door dressed casually in a black tank top and jeans, and the tall blond that Erika remembered from London was at the back of the grouping in a white shirt with really short sleeves and enough neck room to show some cleavage, with black pants seen further down. All four women looked at the door intently. Erika leaned back from the peephole and licked her lips in excitement mixed with anticipation. They had to all be from Interpol, she realized, which meant if she had to deal with them she could have a lot more fun doing it. Unfortunately Tasia, a member of the same organization, was standing naked in the room with enough Type-7 drug in her slim body to keep her in a statue-like state for a week. If that wasn't enough, a kidnapped German tourist was in her shower, though she probably wasn't reported missing yet. As the woman with reddish-brown hair raised her hand to the door to knock again Erika relaxed her mind into that particular daydream that froze time around her and the woman’s loose fist froze mere inches from the door. It was very quiet.
"Okay, plan," muttered Erika to herself, grabbing her purse from the floor and pulling out a stick of gum to chew on to help her focus. "They might think I'm the thief, which is who I am, but they can't have enough to arrest me since no video feed should have a shot of me with something I stole out in the open. They may however be wondering about Lotte or Tasia. Lotte wasn't supposed to be missed, not for a while, so I doubt it’s her. We scrubbed down Tasia' room pretty well, but maybe they're just here to interrogate me about Tasia's disappearance as a witness. Okay, that's no big deal. If the worst comes to worst I can always drug them, but lets see if I can get out of this without doing that... " More relaxed, Erika threw her purse onto the bed and picked up the fallen towel, drying herself off on the spot as she admired Tasia's nude glory. As long as she kept her mind focused, she had all the time in the world.
Once Erika was dry, she returned to the bathroom and quickly dried Lotte; making sure not to get too excited by the practice as not to accidentally have time start again. Once Lotte was dry, Erika carefully carried her back into the main room while she still remained there standing in her somewhat sexy pose with her hands above her head. Erika then went to work dressing the pair, digging out their bras from under the bed and covering their exquisite orbs. Following this, Lotte was re-posed to stand at attention and promptly laid out on the bed so her panties could be slid back on. Once this was done Erika did the same with Tasia, the woman's dark underwear covering her bikini wax. Erika couldn't help but kiss Tasia while she lay helplessly prone, extremely pleased that the Greek was now hers. After finishing covering up the two kidnapped women, Erika carefully lifted up Lotte at the knees and shoulders and, with a bit of difficulty, slid the attractive brunette under the bed; effectively out of sight. A moment later Erika did the same with her favorite redhead. To ensure neither woman would be spotted from their hiding places Erika fixed the sheets and blanket that covered the bed, letting them droop down to the floor. The belongings of the two women that she hadn't thrown out also went under the bed so anything involving kidnapping was hidden away from prying eyes.
Erika's next task was to get dressed and hide her collection of drugs, which besides the Type-7 sedative also included some Italian cannabis that was Monica's favorite; some mirtazapine anti-depressants, which Monica and Erika had tried after finding it in Tasia's purse; and thiothixene, Erika's tranquilizer of choice before receiving the Type-7. The drugs were stuffed into the bottom of Erika's designer bag and placed on the counter. Erika planned to get dressed next but then realized that the dolly used to carry Lotte into the room was still out in the open by the balcony. Sighing at how absent-minded she and Monica could be, Erika opened the sliding door and pushed the dolly outside. Looking down Erika saw that the road below was empty, allowing the blond billionaire to simply push the metal cart over the side. There was a loud crash as the handcart hit the pavement and broke into several pieces, but Erika was already closing the sliding door.
With the room more or less in order, minus the chairs for the coffee table, which were parted near the door, Erika got dressed. The day had appeared to be a bit cool so Erika selected a tight-fitting powder blue top with sleeves that reached down to her elbows but with a neck low enough to show a hint of cleavage. To add to that Erika selected a pair of ivy green shorts that stopped only half an inch above her knees. Erika then accessorized with a pair of white false ivory earrings that were effectively disks and a somewhat light shade of pink lipstick. For a final touch, the blonde drew her hair back into a low ponytail, which gave her a slight air of sophistication. Pleased with her appearance, Erika finished up her work on the room by returning the chairs to the coffee table and heading for the door. To the frozen foursome outside, not even a split-second had passed while Erika was setting the scene.
* * *
"Are you room service?" asked Erika as she opened the door, surprising Lucienne as the older woman had been about to knock again. Having seen the commercials for Stone's company, Lucienne and the others had been expecting her to be dressed in a bikini or something extremely revealing, thus they were taken aback by the fact that you could barely even see any part of her breasts, unless you considered the fact that her scooped shirt left little to the imagination.
"No Miss Stone, we're with Interpol," explained Lucienne, pulling out her badge from her jacket pocket and showing it to one of the world's richest women. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right with you."
"What's this about?" asked Erika, eying the four agents a bit suspiciously. Hui and Cassandra, the resident experts on facial expression changes, were ultimately unsure if her surprise and actions were out of the ordinary.
"Your neighbor, a Miss Serafina Costanzo of Rome, Italy, was reported missing," explained Cassandra, paying close attention to how Erika reacted to the news.
"I see," muttered Erika, her eyes widening. The reaction was a typical one, Cassandra observed, but didn't seem quite right somehow. Erika clearly wasn't as surprised as she should have been, but precisely what she was hiding was another story. "Come in; pardon the mess," offered the wealthy blonde, opening the door wider so the four agents could enter. All four women were carrying USPs openly, Cassandra and Lucienne having them sticking out from their belts while Hui's was on the back of her belt and Marika's was holstered more towards the front. Marika, at the back of the group, saw Erika eye the weapons as the women entered but considered that to be typical, since she doubted the billionaire spent a lot of time around people with guns. Hui and Cassandra crossed the hotel room floor, quickly electing to take the coffee table seats. Marika stood back near the long counter and leaned against it, casually scanning the room, while Lucienne and Erika sat on the foot of the bed, only a few feet apart.
"Did you know Miss Costanzo at all?" asked Lucienne as Erika seemed to look at the French woman's hair, which was done up in a bun.
"We met in the lobby last night, but that's about it," admitted Erika, tapping two of her fingers on her knee. "A redhead, right? Yeah, she was all dressed up and I heard her mention something that sounded like the word 'date' in her cell phone while I was walking through the lobby."
"Did you speak to her at all?" interjected Marika from the counter.
"A bit; she recognized me," replied Erika with a somewhat sad smile. "I'd just gotten back from dinner with my travel agent and I was hoping to just come up here and relax, maybe watch some television and take a nice bath. She came up to me and asked me what I was doing in Bologna. I told her I was just on vacation and that I needed to be going, but she insisted on talking about how we were neighbors and such. Cute girl, but way too talkative." Lucienne found herself slightly aroused by how Erika talked, well aware of the rumors that she was a lesbian. Erika however kept glancing over at Hui, perhaps interested in the Chinese woman due to a fetish or something.
"So you're here on vacation, then?" asked Hui, taking advantage of her eye contact with the suspect. "Why are you staying in this room when there are more opulent suites in other hotels? You've amassed one of the biggest fortunes in the world, Miss Stone. Are you slumming?" Cassandra smiled at Hui's remark, knowing that as low-key as the hotel was, it was hardly slumming. The room was fit for upper middle class patrons, perhaps even lower high class ones .
"I just hate all the press I get, and if you take a smaller room that sends the message that you want to be left alone," explained Erika, seemingly ignoring Hui's jab. "Please call me Erika; Miss Stone makes me feel so old... "
"I can sympathize with that," laughed Hui, breaking some of the tension in the room.
"You've been traveling around quite a bit, Erika," Cassandra told their hostess. "According to your flight records you've been to New York, Cairo, Paris, London, Athens... are you aware that you've been in these cities at the same time that major thefts have been committed?" Cassandra knew the remark was a risk, but figured it was worth a shot.
"If you're going to accuse me of having a connection to that, then talk to my lawyers," snapped Erika, clearly offended. "After completing a few business deals I decided to go on a world tour of sorts. Last time I checked, that doesn't warrant an Interpol investigation."
"Sorry about that, but it had to be said," offered Lucienne, shooting Cassandra a warning glance. "We've been told you're sharing this room with someone. Is this person around?"
"That person is Monica, my travel… agent," explained Erika, which caused her guests to raise their eyebrows in surprise. "Now you know why I'm traveling a bit low-key. Monica's done so much for me over the years, so I figured I owed her. She's out arranging us a flight to Moscow at the moment. I was hoping to see the Kremlin."
"We'd like to talk to her before you leave," insisted Lucienne. "She may know something you don't, after all."
"Of course," agreed Erika. Just then there was a knock at the door. "Oh, that must be my breakfast." Erika stood up and opened the door to the hotel room, revealing Francesca the maid with a cart covered with a breakfast setting. There was toast, bacon, eggs, sausage rounds, a fruit bowl and whipping cream as well as a teapot filled with Erika's favorite, the classic Earl Grey tea. On the second level of the card were several dishes, including teacups and saucers. "I don't suppose I can offer you some tea?" asked Erika, glancing back at her guests.
Lucienne looked around at her team members and Hui, nodded to her with a slight grin. She could tell that Erika was feeling a bit suspicious and the tea would cool things down a bit. Maybe with Erika relaxed she would slip up and reveal some important information. “Please, that would be nice,” Lucienne replied with a nod.
“Oh lovely,” Erika said, clasping her hands together. “Francesca, please set out the food on the table, I’ll take care of tea.”
“Of course, Ms. Stone,” Francesca nodded. This was a change from the way she usually did everything, but the maid figured since there were guests present Erika wanted to act differently. Francesca smiled warmly at the other four women in the room as she began setting up the breakfast platters on the coffee table.
“Is Monica, your travel agent, going to be back soon?” Cassandra asked as Erika started to hand out a saucer and cup to each of her guests. Cassandra had to admit that she was feeling a little star-struck, being served by perhaps the richest woman in the free world, if you didn't count the trophy wives of the select few male trillionaires.
“I actually have no idea when she is going to be back, since she usually comes back whenever she is finished but this is Italy, so she might have gone sight seeing,” Erika replied, snapping her gum and handing a cup and saucer to Cassandra. “Sorry; bad habit,” She added with a quick smile, which Cassandra wasn’t sure was fake or real.
“Miss Stone, could you explain to us why your fingerprints were found at all of the locations where the thefts have taken place and why you were not accounted for afterwards?” Marika asked, the tall blonde speaking for the first time in a while. She was clearly the strong, silent, type.
“Please, call me Erika,” Erika requested as she retrieved the fancy teakettle from the breakfast cart along with a handful of tea bags. “And to answer your questions, I have no idea how my prints ended up at those locations, I must have touched something at some point. I get excited around fancy things and sometimes I can’t help myself,” she replied with a smile as she poured some hot water from the kettle into Cassandra’s cup and handed her a tea bag.
“Erika, how about not being accounted for after the theft?” Hui asked, repeating the second half of Marika’s probing question as Erika served Hui her tea and continued on to Marika.
Erika eyed Marika and smiled warmly, remembering how the tall woman had looked in the buff and replied, “I get bored easily so I just left, but also I wasn’t aware I had to stay.”
“After a theft such as the ones we are dealing with, everyone that was in the area is required to stay until the authorities have gathered enough information.” Lucienne stated as Erika served her.
“Francesca darling, why don’t you get a cup and saucer for yourself too; you’ve been working so hard, the least you could do is have a break for some tea,” Erika suggested kindly to the waiting maid, who stood by her cart, taking in everything that was being asked and answered.
“Oh, thank you, Ms. Stone,” Francesca replied in her accented English as she took up Erika’s offer, taking a cup and saucer from the second level of her cart.
“Well I wasn’t aware there was a crime being committed; as if I had I can assure you I would have stayed just to see what was going on and help out of course. It's not every day I get to see an actual investigation in progress,” Erika replied as she poured some hot water and handed Francesca a tea bag.
“Why were you dressed differently in Cairo and Athens?” Cassandra asked, dipping her tea bag into her cup and looking over at Erika, who was now eying the food atop the coffee table cutely. Cassandra studied Erika facial expression; she was indeed a gorgeous woman but the evidence was mounting against her.
“I just felt like it, plus it helps to keep oneself incognito,” Erika replied with a hint of annoyance, sitting down Indian style at the coffee table across from Hui and Cassandra. Taking a nearby napkin, she spit her gum out into it and tossed the napkin towards a waste basket, the wad of paper making it in. She smiled brightly like a child and agent Hui grinned to her slightly. Erika noted that everyone, including the Francesca the maid, had their tea prepared. “Well ladies, I would like to enjoy my breakfast without any more questions at least for twenty minutes or so and then we can continue. Would that be alright?” Erika asked, looking around at the four Interpol agents who surrounded her. Francesca looked down at her cup awkwardly, wishing she wasn’t in the room as she had just noticed all of the other women had guns and that killed her curiosity.
“Very well, Erika,” Lucienne said with smile. She was feeling strongly attracted to Erika, having had some time to admire the billionaire’s body as she served them tea. Lucienne also noted that Erika was also difficult to read, making her feel a little suspicious. The attractive blonde was hiding something, though it was a gut feeling there was something there but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe later with Erika’s permission they could search the room and put Lucienne’s gut feeling to rest. A question from Cassandra snapped Lucienne from her train of thought as she sipped her tea.
“When will your travel agent return?” Cassandra asked again, a poor attempt to catch Erika off-guard. Lucienne threw another look at her friend and co-worker: she loved Cassandra like a sister but the woman was bit too pushy when it came to interrogating.
Erika continued to stack food on her plate with hungry eyes and didn't look up at the British agent sitting across from her. “Every day for the past 20 or so odd-years I have enjoyed a quiet breakfast and I would like to have that now. Monica will return when she returns and until then, could you just let me eat in peace? Afterward I will be more than delighted to be interrogated,” Erika replied almost seriously and sans the friendliness that she had exhibited only seconds ago.
Hui, sitting next to Cassandra, could feel the negative energy between the two women and interjected before Cassandra could speak and possibly do something that the senior agent would regret. “Sorry Erika, we will continue once you have eaten, thank you for the tea,” Hui apologized with a nod and smile. Erika did not reply and remained focused on her food with a smug look on her face.
Cassandra looked over across at Lucienne who sipped her tea with a warning glare towards her friend, shaking her head slightly as a warning for the British agent to back off. Hui, at her side, sipped her tea, looking around the room calmly as usual. Marika, leaning against the counter, was looking down at her tea lost in her thoughts, organizing information and doing what came natural to forensic experts. The maid stood next to her cart looking around the room awkwardly with her tea cup to her lips and Cassandra could tell the tall girl didn’t want to be there.
* * *
Everything went dead silent around the room as Erika chomped down on a piece of toast with some grape jelly smeared over its crusty surface. She took a forkful of eggs and bacon before looking around the room. The only thing that could be heard was Erika’s chewing. The five women who surrounded her were frozen in place. She smiled with her bulging with the food in her mouth. I guess it has come to this and now I will have some fun with all of you, your reward for knowing too much.
Erika stood and moved to her black backpack sitting at the end of the counter, removing the silver thermos of Type-7. She chewed her food gingerly as she unscrewed the top and poured the water-like material into it. She looked around the room at her own personal wax museum: the French woman, Hui and Francesca had their cups up to their lips. The British agent was raising her cup to her lips and the tall blonde leaning against the counter was a wild card as she was just staring down at her cup. Erika gulped down her food as she took the couple of steps to the blonde’s side and poured a little of the Type-7 into the teacup. Putting the lid filled with Type-7 aside, Erika pried the cup from Marika’s hand and then leaned her head back, opening her stiff jaw and pouring a good amount of the drug-laced tea into her mouth. Erika placed the cup back in Marika’s hand and left her head leaned back to be sure the liquid reached its location. She wiped off some dribble with her hand before moving to the British agent with the thermos-lid full of the sedative. One by one, she visited them all, and the maid as well.
Completing her cycle of guests at Lucienne, Erika noted that she still had a quarter of the sedative left in the lid. She poured the French senior agent a measured amount and then went back to Cassandra and poured the rest of the measure into her rising cup. “That’s for all the sticky questions, love,” Erika cooed, kissing the suspended Brit on the cheek. She replaced the lid along with the thermos back into her backpack and sat back down at her dish, picking up another slice of toast. With a blink everything was back to normal, for the next few seconds at least.
Marika gulped the liquid that had suddenly appeared in her throat and had a puzzled look on her face as she looked back down and froze, suspended, unnoticed by her team members. Hui sat quietly suspended with the cup still up to her lips and eyes looking up at the ceiling. Cassandra took a sip of her tea and as she lowered the cup she suddenly stopped and stared blankly at Erika who was smiling brightly. Erika turned around to see Francesca and then Lucienne frozen in place with cups to their lips. Erika threw her head back and laughed wildly at her now statue-like guests. She chuckled to herself as she went back to finish her breakfast in peace. A shot of watered-down Type-7 could freeze a person for roughly three hours, which was what Erika took when she needed a nap. The amount in the agents’ teacups was enough to last a good chunk of a day, at least five times the amount of a shot. Cassandra would be the worst off, her tea-to-sedative ratio was almost even, meaning she'd be frozen for at least a day or longer. There was plenty of time for Erika to have her fun.
* * *
Erika finished her breakfast, leaving a mess on the table and a little food left over for Monica if she was hungry when she returned. Afterwards Erika made a call to Monica, telling her that she had a surprise waiting for her when she got back. Monica couldn’t wait but was still stuck setting things up for their departure, the private jet bogging things down, and told Erika she’d be as soon as she could. Erika then went out and placed a 'do no disturb' sign outside the door to make sure no popped in on her and her little tableaux of guests. Returning to the suspended ladies, Erika began moving them about, arranging them by size and posing them to stand at attention side by side for further inspection of her new pose-able statues. She also removed Lotte and Tasia from their hiding spots, being that it was safe once again for them to be in view. Stripping her two prizes, Tasia and Lotte were soon lusciously bare once again so they could stand in the buff at attention, flanking the bed. Erika vigorously kissed both of her naked dolls once before stripping herself naked and returning to her waiting guests.
Erika fondled her own breasts with anticipation as she looked down the row of blank stares before her. She had arranged her guests by height and removed their guns. She hated guns; they always made her nervous. The four guns in holsters now sat at the edge of the counter along with the four wallets and IDs that Erika had also retrieved so she could know who exactly was chasing after her. All in all, she realized, they were quite an elite team. Standing first in line from left to right was Marika. The tall blond, like the other four women, stood motionlessly at attention, legs together and arms at her sides. She bore the same puzzled look she'd had when she'd realized she had drunk something unusual. Erika thought it was cute and left her face that way, at least for the time being. Standing to her right was Francesca, whose face bore a blank look as her brown eyes stared past Erika and her pink lips were slightly parted. On the maid’s right was Cassandra who, for being the pushiest of the bunch, Erika had molded her face in an exaggerated appearance so that her mouth was opened wide along with her eyes, giving her a horrified look. Erika giggled to herself as she eyed the Brit’s enduringly surprised facial expression. To Cassandra’s right was the leader of group, Senior agent Lucienne Christophe, her lips pursed in the position they had been when she was sipping her tea with her large brown eyes staring emptily forward in Lotte’s direction. Finishing off the row, the shortest and cutest of Erika’s frozen guests was Hui, whose lips remained parted as her almond eyes stared up at the ceiling.
“So we meet again, Hui... since you’re the sweetest and cutest you’re going to get naked first; now let’s see what kind panties you have on today,” Erika purred seductively as she sauntered towards the Chinese agent. Raising the shorter woman’s arms over her shoulders, Erika removed the black tank top, revealing Hui’s familiar breasts wrapped in a white cotton bra with pink bow prints all over it. Leaving Hui standing with her arms raised, Erika knelt down and worked on her tight jeans and soon they were sitting at Hui’s ankles. To Erika’s surprise, Hui’s landing strip womanhood was masked in a hot pink thong. “Whoa; shocker!” Erika squealed as the thong joined the jeans at Hui’s ankles. She removed the bra along with Hui’s socks and shoes. Tossing the bundle of clothes aside, Erika lowered Hui’s arms and let her eyes take in the compact Chinese woman’s naked form once again. Giving Hui a passionate kiss on her soft pink lips Erika moved to her left.
Looking into Lucienne’s empty eyes as she undid the French woman’s pony tail, Erika realized this would be the first time she would be seeing the senior agent naked. “I think I’ll save you for last,” Erika cooed, looking down Lucienne’s sharp-looking gray suit and nylon covered legs over black heels.
“I like you so much more this way sweetie,” Erika whispered into Cassandra’s unhearing ear as she looked at the wide-eyed and open-mouthed woman. She smiled evilly as she began to unbutton the gray business coat. “This suit is so tight on you dear, you’ll feel so much better once it’s off; and so will I,” Erika cooed, opening the coat up and eying Cassandra’s firm round breasts wrapped in a satin red half-bra. Cassandra remained posed in place with a horrified expression on her face. She was now naked with her arms extended out in front of her like a zombie.
Standing to her right, the maid Francesca stood in her birthday suit with her bare long arms raised over her head. Her dark curly hair was out of its bun now and rested over her shoulders gracefully. The maid had perfectly globular breasts and upon further inspection Erika noted they were fakes, but well-done fakes at that. She enjoyed them a bit, along with Francesca’s clean shaven mound before moving on to examine Marika.
Marika was naked, like everyone else in the room except for Lucienne, who remained fully dressed between the naked Hui and Cassandra. Marika’s blond locks were out of her ponytail and rested past her shoulders with her hands arranged running through them. Erika tossed the bundle of clothing and footwear into the corner of the room to join Hui’s clothing before returning to the row of living statues.
She noted that Cassandra and Hui were the only two women of the naked collection that had hair covering their womanhoods. “I think a bit of grooming is in order,” Erika said, grabbing hold of the tall Brit from around the waist and dragging her towards the bathroom.
* * *
Monica stepped out of the elevator with a sigh. Italian wasn’t her best language and she had been speaking it, or attempting to, all day. She was pretty sure everything was going to work out as her boss has planned, the only part that was not a 100 percent sure-on was the deal with the airport, as she had the most difficulty dealing with getting a plane and passport visas ready for their trip to Japan. Even though the clerk had told her everything was ready and good to go for Erika, Monica still was not totally sure that the Italian clerk had understood her properly. She had arranged for a truck to arrive down in the hotel’s loading docks within the next couple of hours to pick up Erika and her along with their two special guests. She needed a couple of hours of rest, the travel agent thought, taking off her heels and walking barefoot to the hotel room door. She noted the 'do not disturb' tag outside and remembered Erika’s phone call a couple of hours before. Taking out her key card, Monica impatiently opened the door to the room.
Shutting the door behind her and dropping her heels, Monica was welcomed by the sight of Lotte and Tasia like two sculptures locked in a passionate lover’s embrace while sitting on one of the two chairs. Lotte was seated with legs wide and her arms wrapped around Tasia, who was sitting on top of the German over her bare thigh, kissing Lotte on the neck like vampire. Tasia’s hand was wrapped around Lotte’s breasts tightly in their heated pose. Sitting the other chair, also waxwork-still, was another blond Monica had seen from one of Erika’s photos; the tall woman was seated wide-legged with her head thrown back, eyes shut and mouth open. The blond’s hands cupped her own breasts and sitting between her long sexy legs was a woman who Monica recognized to be Francesca the maid, sitting naked on her knees with her eyes open sleepily and her tongue actually inside the tall blond’s womanhood. “How hot…” Monica muttered in awe, looking at the pose. Looking away from the two erotic poses, Monica noted the plate of food that Erika had set aside for her. On her way back to the hotel she had been a bit hungry but now she was horny; with her sex trumped food any day.
Looking away from the food, Monica noticed there was someone lying on the bed but they were covered by the blanket like a dead body at a morgue. She crept over to bed to have a peek, thinking it was Erika hiding to surprise her. Reaching over Monica started to lift the blanket, expecting Erika to pop out naked. “I wonder who’s under this blanket?” Monica asked loudly, smiling and expecting Erika to start giggling as she neared.
Suddenly Erika's lips were locked against Monica's; both were nude and swirling steam surrounded them. They were lying on the tiled floor of the bathroom, where Monica felt her nakedness and Erika’s breasts pressing against hers. Instead of figuring out what had happened, Monica played along, already knowing Erika had stopped time, much like the first time the heiress had revealed her gift to her a little over a year ago. Erika chuckled softly as she kissed Monica on the neck, Monica wrapped her legs around Erika’s as she moaned sensuously. “Is everything set?” Erika asked cutely, resting her face between Monica’s breasts.
“Uh huh…” Monica moaned erotically with her eyes closed. “I like your surprise, sweetie,” She added with a chuckle, looking down at the blonde whose hair was sleeked back revealing her Goddess like features and crystal blue eyes.
“You haven’t seen it all yet, love,” Erika said, smiling and sitting up over Monica’s hips abruptly, making her natural breasts jiggle from the sudden movement.
“Oh?” Monica asked, grinning, “There’s more?” Monica sat up on her elbows and looked around the steaming bathroom, then noticing there were two other ladies standing in the room with them. It was no surprise at all that both were frozen stiff, even when time flowed normally.
Erika hopped off happily from her friend and stood. “Yup, check ‘em out.”
Monica stood, noting her clothing bunched up in the corner of the room, and then looked around to see a naked brunette woman lying spread eagled on the floor not too far from where Erika and her had been. The woman was a little taller than her and had a gorgeous body, large round breasts proportional to her frame and a clean-shaven womanhood. Monica laughed out loud, seeing there was one of her dildos stuffed inside the woman. Looking up at the woman’s face, which bore a sleepy look with eyes dreamily at half staff and lips open in a drunken grin. The woman’s long brown hair, like her body, was wet and was slicked back. “Nice, who is she?” Monica asked.
“This is Special Agent Cassandra Flick of Interpol, England,” Erika introduced, kneeling down beside the naked Brit and rubbed her smooth wet thighs, then playing with the dildo, moving it in and out. “She’s kind of like a bitch in person, but as you can see she’s not too bad in this form,” Erika added with a smile, seeing her friend show a sign of nervousness looking down at the naked police officer. “Don’t worry honey, you know she can’t move a muscle right now,” Erika said while standing up and kissing Monica.
Monica smiled weakly, accepting the fact that there was no turning back and she had to trust Erika’s actions. Looking over at the tub, Monica saw an Asian woman sitting there with her bare legs sticking out of the tub and bent at the knees, her back resting against the other end. Like Cassandra the woman was naked. Her hands were behind her head; her black hair was wet and slicked back away from her flawless face. Monica smiled at the woman, who was smiling cutely at her. The woman’s wet skin looked to be really healthy and creamy looking. Her small but round breasts bore pink nipples, which were rare for an Asian woman and her womanhood clean-shaven like Cassandra's.
“This is Special Agent Hui Lan of Interpol, China; hey you want to see something cool?” Erika asked, smiling and picking up a long fat blue dildo from the floor. She then settled between Hui’s creamy thighs and carefully worked utmost length of the dildo into the small woman.
“Oh my…” Monica winced. Erika had shoved that same dildo into her too and the experience was not pleasant, but Hui kept a smiling face.
“Her pussy is the loosest one so far… she’s probably the slut of the bunch, or just had some bad relationships. I guess it’s true what they say about them Chinese,” Erika laughed as she stood back up, leaving the dildo inside of the Chinese woman. “Straight bitch…”
The two naked unfrozen women left the steaming bathroom arm in arm and headed back out to the main room. Monica was surprised to see there was still someone under the covers and stared at the bed curiously. Erika met her gaze and smiled. “That’s coming up sweetie,” Erika promised, moving to her little pink suitcase, affectionately called her treasure chest, which contained all of her sex toys. She moved the pink case to the foot of the bed for easy access. “Before I show you the last surprise, I'd like you to meet Special Agent Marika Heino of Interpol, Finland and you already know our chamber maid Francesca,” Erika announced, gesturing to the seat the two naked ladies were posed at.
“We should join Interpol; there are so many hot cops,” Monica joked with a laugh.
“I know, right?” Erika laughed along with her friend. “And now our final guest, who I have saved for our enjoyment,” Erika said as she jerked the blankets off the bed, uncovering Lucienne, who was still fully-dressed and was laid out straight with her heel-covered feet pointing directly up and her hands clasped over her stomach. She looked like a display mannequin that had stiffly fallen into bed. “This is their leader, special agent Lucienne Christophe of Interpol, France.” Erika introduced, crawling into the bed and sitting to Lucienne’s right.
Monica followed suit and crawled on the bed on Lucienne’s left. The woman was stunning; her shoulder length reddish-brown hair resting on the pillow and over her shoulders. Her brown eyes were staring straight up and her lips were parted showing white teeth. Monica already could tell the woman had an awesome body. “Let’s get her naked!”
Erika grinned evilly as she ripped opened Lucienne’s business coat, sending buttons flying everywhere. Monica stripped off the French woman’s heels and began to work the skirt of her stiff hips. Within seconds Lucienne’s business suit was strewn on the floor and she was laid out on top of the bed with her arms raised above her head. Her slim body was clad in a black lacy bra, black silk bikini-style panties, and a black lacy garter belt that connected with her nude thigh-high stockings. Monica and Erika looked down at the woman with eager and hungry eyes. They descended over Lucienne’s stiff form like mad animals over prey, ripping off her undergarments as if they were food until she was completely naked. With the French woman now naked, Erika eyed her pair of perfect round breasts, sexy core which only had a slight bruise over the ribs but the clean shaven mound turned her past that. Monica did the same, rubbing her hands over the woman’s bare thighs.
“How long do we have?” Erika asked, barely able to contain her arousal, her eyes locked on the French woman’s statuesque body.
“We have time…” Monica replied, licking her lips.
“I got her tits you, get her pussy…” Erika ordered almost forcefully and leaned over the bed to retrieve her treasure box.
Narita International Airport, Tokyo, Japan
"Attention Miss Stone, Miss Stein; we've been asked to wait here for some reason," the pilot told his passengers over the intercom. The plane was a small Cessna Citation, one Monica had chartered. Besides the pilot and his co-pilot there was only the two passengers, who sat next to the left wing of the plane, and a flight attendant who, due to the hastiness of the preparations, was male. Erika had been steamed due to the presence of the man, having hoped to have a mid-flight romp with with a cute little stewardess. In her anger, Erika had purposely drugged Monica's tea and left her frozen for the entire flight, posed with sunglasses on and her head leaned back so it would look like she was sleeping. Ultimately Erika had regretted the hasty action, wanting some sexual activity during the flight and having incapacitated her favorite partner. After watching a pornographic film on her movie screen Erika had decided to get her frustration out by having the flight attendant, a Portuguese man named Marcelo, join her in the Mile High club. Marcelo had seemed fine with it, and Erika suspected he was a bit of a gigolo, nor could he tell when a woman was faking it.
"What's thebig deal?" asked Monica, finally recovering from her drug-induced rest.
"They want us to wait on the aircraft," replied Erika, sitting tensely in her seat while Marcelo was in the back galley mixing a Martini.
"Uh oh... " muttered Monica, realizing what the delay could mean.
"Okay; I left you comatose for the entire flight for screwing up the jet arrangements, and now you're telling me there's another problem?" groaned Erika, too quiet for Marcelo to hear.
"They don't usually delay an aircraft unless there's a problem with something onboard, or they can't find a disembarking ladder," admitted Monica. "The thing is, I can see the ladder out my window. Something's up, but I have no idea what. That's the last time I work with some dumb-ass Italian... "
"Okay, I'll take the blame this time, since I did say you needed to book this as fast as you could," offered Erika, rubbing her temples. Just then sirens could be heard as Marcelo offered Erika her martini.
"Airport police; that can't be good," muttered Marcelo as he glanced out a window on the right side of the aircraft. "Má notícia, princesa bonita."
"Dammit, what now?" asked Erika, downing her drink in a deep gulp, standing, and moving towards the cockpit. Since it was a private jet, the security features employed by major airlines weren't installed; only a curtain separated the passengers from the pilots.
"Terminal police, they're setting up a ladder for you," explained the plane's captain, an older American man named Willy Blake. The co-pilot, a slightly younger man, merely shrugged.
"I hope you guys got the proper permission to land, or there's going to be a lawsuit," swore Erika, exiting the cockpit. In the back of the aircraft Monica was standing by the open door with Marcelo.
"They want to talk to you," explained Monica, pointing out the door. Glancing out the windows as she walked, Erika saw two police cars were parked in front of a disembarking mobile staircase, four officers standing right in front of the last step. None had a weapon out, but Erika did see the familiar glint of metallic handcuffs.
"Well then lets talk to them," muttered Erika as she came within an arm's reach of Monica and promptly reached out and squeezed the agent’s hand, focusing her thoughts. Erika then turned to look down the steps and saw two men and two women in police uniforms standing below, but none of them so much as blinked.
"Alright, you go try and find out why they're here while I go get our luggage," Erika told Monica, the only other person currently capable of moving. Erika walked back to her seat to grab a piece of gum from her purse while Monica hurried down the steps to examine the four officers. The Japanese police officers were almost exact opposites of one another: one of the men was tall, old and apparently balding while the other was short, young and had a full head of hair combed back with gel; the women meanwhile had an older, taller one with short business-like hair while the other was young and a bit short with shoulder-length hair combed back behind her ears. All four wore light-blue short-sleeved buttoned shirts and dark blue lower-body coverings; the men wearing pants while the women had skirts and pantyhose. Only the balding man was wearing a hat, no doubt a poor attempt to hide his hair problem. The older man stood closest to the two black and white police cruisers with what appeared to be a warrant in his hands while the older woman and younger man stood on either side of the stairs and the young woman was straight below them with cuffs in her hands. The two flanking officers had their hands resting gently on their Taser guns.
Monica drifted over to the senior male officer and snatched the paper from his fixed hands while Erika exited the craft with their two large suitcases, almost falling down the stairs as she went and knocking over the older woman by accident as she reached the paved apron; the female officer was now laying on her left side while Erika rolled her shoulders and looked at the young rookie, who had to be no older than twenty-five, in front of her. "Oh shit... " gasped Monica as she read the paper. "Erika, that Italian bitch didn't file our visa paperwork properly! Neither one of us can legally be here in this country!"
"Crap," muttered Erika, ripping the blouse off of the younger female officer. "Alright, go get our companions while I deal with these guys... " Monica darted back up into the plane while Monica continued to strip the young officer, soon leaving her completely naked with bright red nipples and somewhat uneven breasts, her arms spread out at her sides with a serious look remaining frozen on her face. "You need a little action," decided Erika, examining the woman's groin and seeing that there was no sign that she wasn't a virgin. Deciding to solve that problem, Erika stripped the young male officer down to nothing, gasping when she saw how big his steak was, both in comparison with other men as well as compared to his own potatoes. After a bit more posing the man and woman were locked together on the ground, the man on top with his member firmly inside her womanhood, the pair were then handcuffed together at the wrists by the two sets of cuffs, one from each officer. For a laugh, Erika had left their faces blank, so both looked extremely bored as they lay there, their faces only an inch apart, their eyes gazing at each other with a glassy appearance to them. As Erika finished her work Monica dragged the large black trunk down the stairs, which contained the sedated Tasia and Lotte.
"Good thing they all have wheels," observed Erika, noting that all three pieces of luggage they had were equipped with typical rollers so that they didn't have to be carried. "Lets cuff up the other two and get moving," suggested Erika, snapping her gum.
"You can do that; I've got something else in mind," replied Monica, heading towards the nearest squad car. Erika went to work stripping the two older officers, finding both of them to have very saggy bodyparts in spite of only being in their forties, and with a bit of work posed them the same way as the other two, handcuffed together at the wrists, the paper stuffed between the woman's large but somewhat droopy breasts as she lay with the agitated-looking bald cop on top of her. Monica then returned to her employer's side, two pairs of keys in her hands. "We can use a squad car, since I've locked one and taken the keys, thus it'll be a few hours before they can report it stolen," explained Monica, getting Erika to laugh evilly.
"I knew there was a reason I loved you," Erika told her friend and lover as she headed towards the squad car.
* * *
A few hours later Erika and Monica were now situated in a small apartment near the Tokyo docks. After some hunting, Erika had found a building that looked like it belonged to the upper class and picked out a corner apartment that was unlikely to have a family living in it. Much to Erika and Monica's good fortune, the room was owned by Sakura Ashikage, who was a single woman currently between jobs but who apparently had some way of getting by. Erika had done her usual knock at the door, wait until it was unlocked and then stopping time, kicking in the door and drugging the owner of the unit into immobility with a dose of Type-7.
Monica was sitting on a pea green couch while in the buff with Tasia posed laying on top of her, also naked. The sitting room had a nice-looking HD TV set, but Monica was too busy enjoying the feel of Tasia on top of her, the woman laying flat on top of the travel agent with her arms around the mobile woman's head, her face frozen with her lips puckered and her eyes closed. In the bedroom Erika was taking out some sexual frustration on Lotte while madam Sakura sat on the lounger next to the couch. The Japanese woman was average height with somewhat tanned skin and totally shaven all over, save of course for her plucked eyebrows and shoulder-length dark brown hair which shone like silk. She was sitting with her arms resting behind her head, an open smile on her lips with her head tilted slightly back. Erika and Monica had both already given her a go and injected her with a full dose of Type-7 and were considering keeping her around for pleasure like the German tourist and Greek Interpol agent.
"Okay, I've had some fun; I feel better," declared Erika, walking out from the bedroom, her hair in total disarray and her body showing obvious signs of sexual activity. All the same, Monica couldn't help but admire her lover's perfect figure, even though she was slightly unkempt "We don't have the right to stay in this country, so what can we do?"
"Turn ourselves in, for one," started off Monica, causing Erika to give her an icy stare. "I didn't say it was a good idea, but we could do it. You should definitely call your lawyers and have them scratch the right backs and cover the right palms to make this go away, but we need to get out of the country. Since they'll want to see our passports at the airport, flying is out, and since we're on an island cars and trains over the border are no good either."
"So, we need a boat then," determined Erika, following Monica's logic. "At this point we might as well go home, since we've got Interpol on our tails and back in the good old USA they'll have to deal with the full power of Stone Enterprises."
"Right; but we can't take a cruise because of the passport problem, so we need to obtain a private yacht," explained Monica, revealing why she'd driven the pair and their frozen companions to an area near the docks. "Money isn't an issue, but it might take me a little time to find a boat that will meet our needs, since we're going to have to cross the entire Pacific Ocean."
"Luckily time is on our side," giggled Erika, moving to sit on top of Sakura. "I figure by now the ladies we left in Rome finally been able to get the message out that the car was stolen, but we did take it through a car-wash with the windows open and then flooded the inside, so any DNA evidence is gone. That and the fact that we left it with a bunch of shifty-looking guys and their sledgehammers... "
"It'll probably take the police a week to come see us here, if not triple that," admitted Monica, casually unwrapping Tasia's arms and rolling out from under the frozen but pliable Greek, leaving her alone on the couch while flat on her back. "You're so clever sometimes; I wish I was you, but then I wouldn't be able to do this... " As Monica finished her sentence she walked over to Erika, leaned in and kissed her. Monica then leaned back and grinned while Erika got off of Sakura, standing squarely in front of her travel agent.
"Hey, did you c-" began Erika, suddenly stopping in mid-sentence. The blond billionaire stood with her right eyebrow raised, her mouth open and her right hand on her hip with her elbow bent while her left hand was raised towards her mouth.
"Yes, I did coat my lips with Type-7, thanks for noticing," giggled Monica as she casually fondled Erika's perky breasts. "Just a little payback for what you did to me on the flight, as well as letting that Portuguese guy plow you." Wrapping her arms around Erika's supple waist Monica dragged her helpless employer into the bedroom to join Lotte on the bed.
* * *
Excelsior Hotel, Bologna, Italy
Lucienne’s eyes opened wide in shock and terror. She was laying on her back atop a bed completely naked. The mere fact of her being naked had not shocked her as much as the barrel of a USP placed inside of her mouth. Cassandra, her long-time friend, was straddled atop her waist, also naked, one of her hands holding Lucienne down at the throat. The grip was tight, Cassandra’s other hand held the USP. Lucienne looked at her friend with pleading eyes. Cassandra’s face was made-up with dark red lipstick and dark eye-shadow and she looked down at Lucienne vengefully. Lucienne had never seen her friend look down at her that way. The look was somewhat unnatural and her eyes looked empty, but there was still a gun in her mouth and a finger on the trigger. Lucienne started mumbling but it was hard to say anything with a gun in her mouth.
Hui felt a sudden wave of pain in her groin, the most painful thing she'd ever felt in her life. She was standing in the main room of the hotel room holding her USP, aiming it at Cassandra who, like her, was naked and sitting over Lucienne who was lying on the bed. Hui fell to her knees and let out a piercing scream, dropping the USP from her hands. Reaching to her groin her eyes shot open wide, realizing that she was shaven clean down there and that something was in her. Something huge and hard. “Oh God…” she cried out as her she gripped the end what she concluded to be a large dildo. She rolled on her side, holding to the exposed part of the dildo.
Marika felt her nakedness as well as the warmth of the naked girl that was sitting on her lap kissing her neck. The girl looked up and went wide-eyed, looking around before she let out a scream. Someone else was screaming in the background, but Marika kept herself from screaming, recognizing the girl who she remembered was Francesca the maid. Francesca jumped up off of Marika and looked in the direction the bed, screaming some more. Marika got up and felt very awkward, standing face to face with a naked girl while being naked herself. Her mind worked fast as she grabbed hold of the panicking girl’s shoulders and told her everything was alright and ordered to go to the bathroom.
It took a little convincing and some broken Italian before Francesca complied and dashed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Coving herself up as best she could with her arms, Marika moved to the side of bed. “What the hell are you doing?!” Marika yelled at Cassandra, who like she was naked, and holding a USP which was inside of Lucienne’s mouth. Lucienne was also naked, looking over at Marika with watery eyes filled with fear. Marika had never seen Lucienne afraid before. “What are you doing, Cassandra?!” Marika yelled once more, walking closer to bed with caution. Cassandra didn’t say a word.
Sucking up the pain in her groin Hui picked up the USP she'd dropped earlier and turned her attention towards Marika’s voice. She stood up with burning pain in her womanhood and held the USP at eye level with both her hands. “Drop the gun, Cassandra!” Hui yelled out, her voice cracking, hiding her pain.
Marika met eyes with Hui across the bed and for the first time and saw the seriousness in her face sans the smile that she always bore. The Chinese agent was naked as well. Marika's eyes widened seeing something stick out of the smaller agent’s womanhood. “Do it, Cassandra!” Marika ordered, still covering her breasts with one arm and her womanhood with the other.
“Cassandra!” Hui yelled again, this time there was anger in her voice. The pain and the situation in front of her was too much for her bare. “Cassandra – drop the gun or I’ll shoot. I mean it! Drop the gun!” Hui demanded, this time as she clicked off the safety of her USP and took aim at the senior British agent, who showed no sign of obeying the order.
Marika could see the intent in Hui’s eyes; she had never seen the Chinese agent angry before but knew for a fact the Hui was the best shot on the team and was not afraid to use her weapon if she had to. “Cassandra, please drop the gun,” Marika pleaded as she inched closer to the bed.
Lucienne looked back up at her friend, begging with her eyes, which now had tears streaming out freely. She noticed Cassandra’s expression had not changed nor was she blinking. From the corner of her eye she could that Hui was ready to discharge her weapon. She quickly waved her off, Hui complied and backing down. Marika, standing at the other end of bed, reached out and touched Cassandra’s hand but nothing happened. Lucienne reached up and grabbed hold of Cassandra’s arm that held the gun. Cassandra remained unmoving and bore the same facial expression. She was stiff like a mannequin. Lucienne’s heart rate calmed down as she pushed Cassandra’s arms back and the USP left her mouth. “Something is wrong!” Lucienne exclaimed, realizing that her friend was not moving.
* * *
Cassandra was now clothed in a white fluffy bathrobe but hadn’t shown any signs of movement; holding the same vengeful look on her face that she'd held for the last couple of hours. She stood at attention now with her legs straight and arms at her sides. Marika was dressed back in her street clothes with her gun on her hip, as she was when they had first arrived at the hotel the day before to question Ms. Erika Stone. That was the last thing that she'd remembered. Marika walked around Cassandra, looking her up and down. The British agent was frozen but posable, it was an odd condition for her. She had no idea what had happened and taken a blood sample from everyone including the frozen Cassandra, sending it to the closest Interpol lab to see if they could find out what they had been drugged with. Lucienne had taken charge, investigating the crime scene and attempting to track down where Erika and Monica the travel agent had gone. Tasia was still missing as well, Marika realized with a sigh as she sat down and looked at Cassandra, who was standing in front of her with the same angry expression.
After the situation was calmer and in control Lucienne had arranged for her team to be placed in Tasia’s room and had Marika watch over Hui and Cassandra. Hui had been drugged up with some pain killers to help ease the agony from the giant dildo that had been stuck into her. Being a small person the drugs took effect quickly and soon Hui was out like a light. Cassandra, on the other hand hadn’t come out of her catatonic state yet. Lucienne had no idea what had happened to her; it was as if something had turned her into a statue of flesh and bones. Marika and Lucienne had found that Cassandra’s rigid body could be posed like a store front mannequin. They decided not to tell anyone about Cassandra’s condition, as the last thing Lucienne wanted was a bunch of doctors probing her friend. Lucienne figured they all had been given something similar; perhaps Cassandra was just given more of it and she’d come to at any moment. The leader had told Marika to call her when either Hui woke up or Cassandra began moving. Lucienne was down in the hotel’s security command center overseeing the investigation; she was dressed only in her skirt and blouse as her jacket’s buttons had been ripped off, she’d sent the jacket to the lab for forensic examination.
Lucienne was sure something had happened to her sexually while she was unconscious and her other team members felt the same way. Problem was that she was not sure what, so under Marika’s recommendation they had submitted blood samples to attempt to figure out what had happened. What Lucienne knew was they had been drugged with something and that Cassandra was still feeling the effects of it, plus their prime suspects were gone. She had people looking into flight plans and departures that very moment, since she didn't trust Erika's word on what her travel plans had been. As she waited for her Italian associates to report back to her, she looked over Erika Stone’s credit records from her stay at the hotel to see if she could figure out if she'd had anything to do with Tasia’s disappearance as well. So far she was coming up with nothing. Tossing the records aside, Lucienne sat back in her chair and took a deep breath, throwing her head back and staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the peculiar events before her, but like real life her mind was also confused and lost.
“Excuse me, agent Christoph,.” An Italian detective said, tapping Lucienne on the shoulder and snapping her out of her thoughts. “You have a phone call from the airport."
Cassandra blinked once and looked around the empty room; she was not sure where she was. The last thing that she remembered was questioning Erika Stone and now she was standing in an empty hotel room in a bathrobe. What was going on? she thought, looking around the room. She heard some water running in the bathroom and looked down at herself to see if she was armed: she was not, nor was she even dressed in the clothes that she had been wearing the last time she'd checked. She patted herself down and realized she was not wearing anything at all under the bathrobe. She looked over to the bed on the other side of the room and saw Hui lying on her side; she was dressed as she was during the interview with Erika Stone. Cassandra rushed over to the bed side. “Hui, are you alright?!”
Hui slowly moaned and rolled over on to her back. “Yay, Cassie you’re up!” she squealed as she sat up and hugged Cassandra tightly.
Cassandra looked down at the Chinese agent who looked as if she was drunk. “Are you drunk?” She asked, puzzled and stating what she suspected.
“She’s on pain killers; she is going to be punchy like that for the next 12 hours,” Marika said, coming out of the bathroom. “How are you? How do you feel?” Marika then asked, walking up to Cassandra’s side and examining her. “You have been stiff as a statue, out cold for almost a day.”
“Out?” Cassandra asked, standing up from bed. “What happened?”
Marika is about to explain when the door was flung open and the three women turned their attention to it. Lucienne stood in the doorway with a look a surprise turning to relief on her face. “Cassandra, are you alright?!” She asked in a worried mixed and shocked tone of voice. Closing the door behind her and crossing the room, Lucienne hugged her friend tightly, relieved that she seemed alright. “Great to have you back, I’ll explain what happened on the way to Japan.”
“Japan?” Marika asked.
“Yeah, there has been an incident there… I’ll explain on the plane, but right now we have to get a move on. Can she move?” Lucienne then asked, gesturing to Hui, who had fallen back to sleep with a big smile on her face.
“Yeah, she’ll be fine.” Marika replied, leaning over the bed to attend to the dozing Chinese agent. “She’ll be back to her normal self once we land.”
“Come on Cassandra, let’s get you some clothes,” Lucienne then said, looking over at Cassandra who was still trying to figure out what was going on. Everything was just happening too fast.
“Yeah…” She replied as she followed the other senior agent.
* * *
Omotesando Hills Mall, Tokyo, Japan
Erika stood in the dressing room of a clothing shop whose name she couldn't read properly or spell, as she'd never bothered to learn Japanese, unlike Monica her travel agent. The mall was only a few years old, being one big building which combined housing and shopping, the shops being located on the lower part of the massive building. Because of this new development, Erika hadn't had a chance to visit the mall until her current trip, thus it was the highlight of her stop in Tokyo. Originally she'd considered hitting a museum and stealing an old fan, but with Interpol on her trail she would skip the rest of her planned crimes and stops and just head straight for home as soon as she could.
Slipping on a tan-colored fur coat, Erika did a spin in front of the full body mirror inside the tiny white dressing room. Her hair was pulled back in a slightly elevated ponytail, which made her look more like a model than a conservative woman, large looped earrings made of solid silver hanging from her earlobes. Her lipstick choice was a mild pink and aside from that all she wore was some concealer, giving her a flawless natural look. The fur coat was worn over the top of a black strapless top with a pink lining and a matching skirt which stopped a good five inches above her knees. Finally she wore long leather boots, which she was also trying on, her white heels in the corner of the tiny room with her purse, which was quickly picked up. "I like this look, I think I'll take it," decided Erika as she struck a few poses, finding her esemble to be very hot. Pushing aside the light blue curtain, Erika drifted back into the main part of the store.
"What do I owe you?" Erika asked as she blew a bubble of green gum, opening her purse. Standing outside the change room was a sales woman, who wore a light blue short-sleeved blouse and a navy blue skirt. The woman was in her mid-twenties and stood with a patient look on her face, her mouth shaped into a relaxed toothless smile, her head tilted slightly to the left as her hands were held in front of her around her crotch, her dark hair in a conservative ponytail. The woman's blank gaze met Erika's own without so much as a blink. "I guess it's free," giggled Erika, popping the bubble and giving the sales girl a kiss on the cheek. The woman wobbled on her feet but remained as she was.
Glancing around the store Erika saw two more girls, both in their early twenties by her estimate, standing near the window display. The store was a small one, featuring a lone counter and cashier with only the woman Erika had just kissed working the floor. The walls were covered with hangers displaying various shirts, jackets, pants and skirts. A full wall window was on either side of the store's door, each one featuring two fairly realistic female mannequins. Looking around the store, a prank came into Erika's mind and she decided she might as well do it.
First things first; Erika went to the the top of the store's corners and disconnected each of the security cameras using the scissors she carried in her bag. Next she headed for the two young women that were on the west side of the store near the changeroom and clerk. Both had brown hair that had been lightly tipped with dark roots and they both wore the same shade of pink lipstick and light blue eye-shadow. The taller one stood in front of a clothing rack, both her hands touching a pink T-shirt with purple sleeves, her head looking down with a relaxed smile on her face, her hair hung loosely around her head. The tall Asian woman was wearing a white sleeveless V-neck blouse and dark red capri pants with black flats, accessorized with a white vinyl purse hanging off of her left shoulder. The shorter girl, who stood nearby, was looking up at the two display mannequins, her hands on her hips as she beamed up at them, her own hair also loose like her friend's but wavy instead of straight. She was dressed much differently than her friend, wearing a horizontally-striped brown and white top underneath a navy blue jacket with a denim skirt and black heeled boots that went almost up to her knees.
"Hello hottie, give us a kiss," giggled Erika as she got a look at the taller one's face, finding the mole near the left corner of her mouth to be quite cute. She kissed the girl full on the lips and then proceeded to wrap her arms around the frozen woman's waist, lifting her up off the ground and turning her so she was standing beside her companion. Erika then climbed up into the window display, taking a moment to admire the two mannequins placed there: both would probably look like real people from a distance. Both display figures were the same height and were molded with their elbows bent thirty degrees, their palms flat on their hips. One wore a pink T-shirt and black skirt with black leather boots while the other wore a spotted fur scarf around its neck with a white halter-top, denim shorts and white heels. Neither one used a stand, making it easy for Erika to lift the two humanoid statues down from the window and place them off to the side.
"Up you go!" exclaimed Erika as she stepped behind the shorter girl and lifted her up into the window display. A moment later Erika did the same with the taller girl, putting the two where the mannequins had stood earlier. Erika then stepped up into the display herself and carefully tilted back the smiling heads of the two frozen women, making sure not to push them so far that they fell backwards. Erika then dug into her purse and pulled a thermos full of Type-7, a new one she'd had a courier get for her from the Stone Enterprises building in Tokyo. Monica, meanwhile, had taken the half-empty thermos Erika had been using up until now, just in case she also encountered someone worth drugging. A full thermos cup of the Type-7 sedative was poured down the open mouth of each window girl, the liquid trickling into their stomachs where it would instantly kick in once time resumed and freeze the pair for a minimum of two full days. Once the pair was drugged, Erika closed their mouths and moved their heads back to an level position, turning their smiles into neutral expressions so that they resembled mannequins’ faces. The shorter one kept her pose while the blond arranged the taller one to stand with one hand on her hip and the other extended away from her body while bent at the elbow, her palm facing up and shaped so that it looked like a typical mannequin's arm.
Erika left the two authentic mannequins standing near the wall racks, their arms posed so it seemed like they were feeling the cloth of the dresses. Following the clean-up, Erika then moved the two mannequins from the other window over to the counter as well as the employee who had been frozen near the dressing room. With expert skill Erika stripped the two women of their matching uniforms and dressed them in casual T-shirt and jeans outfits that the mannequins were wearing, then dressed the dummies up in the employees’ clothes, nametags and all. Once both mannequins were placed behind the counter Erika drugged the real store clerks with Type-7 and placed them in the window, both in classic mannequin poses. The one that had been standing outside the changing room now wore black jeans and a pink shirt with Japanese characters on it; a cheap black purse that was made for display hanging from her left shoulder, one hand on her hip while her other hand was bent away from her hip, her palm downwards. The clerk from the counter was wearing blue jeans with a white shirt as well as a furry vest, her hands posed in front of her as if she were in conversation. Both women wore expensive black heels.
"So much for profit, but hey, maybe you adorable girls will get a modelling job from this experience when you finally wake up... " giggled Erika as she exited the store, nearly bumping into a business man who had been entering as she left.
Coming to a set of stairs leading to the next level in the time-stopped mall while cursing the fact that the escalators were also frozen, Erika caught sight of a very cute round backside and walked over. A girl in a navy-clored school outfit with a white blouse stood near the bottom of the steps, frozen in place with her left foot just touching down on the step three up from the bottom. Her back was to Erika and she stood stiffly, looking down at a compact pink cell phone in her hands, apparently receiving a call. The girl appeared to be a senior, after a quick inspection of her pink purse confirmed this for Erika and that finding out she was eighteen, she didn't feel guilty when she lifted up the skirt to reveal white lace panties that barely masked a well-kept womanhood. Erika stepped around and examined the girl's face; she had a small grin on her lips, which were a light pink, and her dark-brown hair was cut short with spike-like tips, giving it a lot of personality.
"What do you know; you're just my size!" laughed Erika as she examined the tags on the girl's collar, discovering the uniform would fit perfectly on the blonde's own body. "Well now, I can't pass up the opportunity to get an authentic Japanese school girl outfit. Monica would stick me with a needle if I just let you go!" With eager hands Erika carefully laid the girl down on the floor a few steps down, dragging her on her heels to reach the level, and set to work removing her blouse, skirt, jacket and socks. The shoes were one size too small, but Erika wasn't worried about them. Soon the girl lay clad in only her underwear, the frilly white lace barely hiding the girl's nipples and leaving nothing to the imagination, with an obvious camel toe visible on the front of her panties.
"You're such a sweet thing, I should pay you back for this," whispered Erika as she began to kiss the girl from lips to breasts. Once Erika finished, while nearly losing her gum at the cleavage, she took the girl's forgotten mobi phone and slid it into her own thong, making sure it was set on vibrate. "You're welcome, and thanks again," Erika said softly as she nibbled on the girl's right ear.
Erika's next task was finding a shopping bag to carry her new uniform in, as she'd merely worn the clothes she'd taken from the last store out, cramming any extras into her purse. Fortunately in a wide open area there was a small fountain whose timestopped water streams looked like sculpted ice; standing frozen next to it were a pair of women who had plenty of shopping bags to spare. The area was crowded, but there were mostly small children and adults in their late thirties and early forties, none of which appealed to Erika as much as the twenty-somethings that were near the fountain. Both had dark hair with lighter brown tips, clearly highlights of some form. The one on the left wore light blue jeans and an even lighter-blue tank top that had frilly lining as well as dark brown flats, a dozen bags were divided between her two hands. She possessed very long hair that was hanging free with the left side combed behind her ear while the right hung forward, her locks curling halfway down. Her cute friend wore the same style of jeans but with white heels and a strapless white and pink top which was designed with a sort of diagonal stripe pattern. The other's hair was straight and pushed back, revealing long pearl earrings hanging from her ears; most likely those gems were fakes.
Elbows from a focused Erika knocked over several other people as she pushed her way to the pair, drinking in the sight when she arrived. Quickly snatching a large white bag, which contained a wooden picture frame from the curly-haired girl, Erika stashed her stolen uniform and put it aside, casually removing the other bags as well and tossing them into the crowd. "I'd keep if both if I thought I could get away with it," Erika whispered into the ears of the bagless girl as she began to passionately kiss her rigid lips and use her scissors to strip her nude. Within moments the curly-haired woman stood in a simple walking pose clad in nothing at all, even her shoes gone and socks cut off. Her breasts were petite but tight and well-shaped, her body possessing no visible hair at all save her head and a slight hint of it around her womanhood. Erika carefully kissed this area, being sure not to enjoy it too much lest she accidentally let time start again without her consent. The straight-haired friend was soon naked as well; the two women almost carbon-copies as far as Erika could tell, save the shade of their nipples and choices of nail polish, the curly-haired girl having darker nipples and pink polish while the other had lighter nipples and purple nails. Erika enjoyed kissing and groping both for several of her own minutes before she decided to end her current fun but leave the pair with a parting gift.
Since time was frozen the water in the fountain was as well, making it seem like jelly to Erika as she stepped into it while barefoot, the curly-haired girl held horizontally in her arms. The girl was placed on her knees, her left shoulder pointing at the edge of the fountain. A moment later her exposed friend joined her, her surprisingly authentic earrings now sitting in Erika's purse, and the two were placed with their arms around one-another. Erika sealed the deal by closing their eyes and pressing their mouths together, making sure their tongues would touch. On the other side of the fountain were several teenage boys, one of whom had a camera. Erika was sure that the boys would silently thank whoever had set up the erotic tableaux in the fountain for them as she stepped out of the ankle-deep not-wet water and put her shoes back on. "Enjoy your dip," called Erika as she blew a kiss to the fountain pair, strolling over to a handbag shop with her new belongings in the stolen shopping bag.
The bag store was like the other stores in the mall; it had a Japanese name that Erika did not even want to try to pronounce, but it was a bag store none the less and internationally these were pretty much all the same. Bags; expensive ones. Erika entered with a bored look on her face, as even though the store was set up differently than some of the other stores that she had been to in other countries it had the same stuff. She chewed her gum, snapping it loudly as she looked a leopard-skinned purse at the closest rack. Making a nasty face she tossed it aside and moved deeper into the store, exploring other racks and displays. She did see some bags that were cute and tossed them into her shopping bag as she walked by. Chewing her gum slowly and keeping her focus Erika browsed the silent store as any other shopper would, aside from the fact that she was clearly shoplifting at the same time while the clerks and other patrons were standing around like waxwork dummies.
The first two of the four aisles that Erika walked through were empty while the third one had two older women there. Erika had almost lost her lunch when she looked them over, thinking about a prank. She ignored the two ladies, but not before snatching the nice bag that both were examining from their stiff hands. Erika blew a bubble and took two more bags at random; one of her many goals in life was to have a bag for every day of the year and different bags every year. She let the bubble pop and looked down at her shopping bag, realizing it was getting full. At the end of the aisle towards the front of the store was a woman and two children about eight or nine years old of age, a boy and girl. Looking at the three Erika concluded that they were a family. The woman held a nice brown leather bag in her still hands and looked down at it with a relaxed face and a slight grin. The two children stood behind her obediently, the boy looking out of the store while the girl looked down at her feet. Erika walked up to the mother and accidently knocked the little girl down, her head catching the shelf behind her and stopping her short stiff body at an awkwardly sloping angle.
Looking down at the little girl, Erika let out a laugh. “My bad... ” she teased, stepping past the little girl to her mother’s side. “Let’s see what we have here; you’re the only half decent person worth looking at in this aisle,” Erika said as she snatched the bag out of the woman’s hands and tossed it aside, since she already had a bag like that at home. Grabbing hold of the woman by the shoulders, she turned the mother to face her. Eriak grined slyly. “MILF... ” giggled the billionaire. The woman had a youthful cute face that was very round, an older version of her kids’ little round faces. Her hair was silky brown with dark roots and hung freely to the small of her back with bangs falling over her face. The mother was dressed in a thin long-sleeved purple shirt over a pair of tight fitting leather pants and she stood in black leather high heels. A black vinyl purse hung off her shoulder. “My, I think we got something here,” Erika said as she squeezed the blank staring woman’s breasts through the thin shirt. “Let’s get these little brats out of the way first,” she said, with a disgusted look at the leaning little girl and the boy.
Putting her bag down she first lifted the little boy up. “Since you’re looking out into the mall let’s put you out there, a handbag store is no place for a little boy,” Erika said as she carried the small stiff person out into the mall, bumping into patrons as she did so and carried the boy all the way to the opposite end of where the bag store was. She stood the boy in a fake decorative plant and made her way through the crowd, knocking over some more people as she made her way back. “If you were older I’d have my fun with you as well but seeing that you’re a brat... ” Erika grunted as she carried the little girl around the shelf to the last aisle.
The last aisle of the shop was the largest aisle, having a large open space with a counter against the wall with two clerks standing behind it. Both clerks were women and were about in their mid-thirties to early forties, Erika guessed as she looked at the two. Both were dressed similarly, wearing white short-sleeved blouses with khaki skirts and nylons over black flats. Both had their brownish-black hair in conservative ponytails. One woman, whose face was covered in pimples, worked the registered with a sleepy look on her face while the other was a chubby woman who was leaning over the counter on her elbows, frozen while looking at her co-worker. The chubby woman’s eyes were shut and her lips were parted, thus she must have been talking to the register lady when time stopped. Erika placed the little girl standing on top of the counter next to the chubby woman. The little girl remained standing and looking down at her toes but now stood about three feet off the ground and was looking down at Erika with an empty look. “Not cool... ” Erika said with a snap of her gum, grabbing hold of the little girl’s waist and turning her around to face the other way. Walking around the counter, Erika looked over the two clerks, on a whim grabbing their asses for a feel. The register girl had almost nothing and the chubby one had too much. Oh well, Erika thought as she jerked both of their skirts, nude pantyhose and plain-jane panties to their ankles. She gave both ladies a smack on their bare asses before walking back around the counter.
“You have got to be shitting me,” Erika said, annoyed, looking at the far corner on the opposite side of the last aisle. There, in the corner, gathered around at the far end of the shelf were three women with pale, almost white, blond hair. The women had their backs to Erika but judging by the way they were dressed Erika knew they were American. All three girls wore denim bottoms; two had jeans while one had a skirt and their tops were red t-shirts. Erika walked up to the three girls, who each held a designer bag that was exactly the same. Looking up at their faces, Erika immediately knew who she was looking at: the girls of Phi Sig Delta, UC Fullerton chapter. All were familar to her but she only knew two of them by name. There was the athletic one, Amber, who stood closest to her and had a glazed-over wide smile on her face. Standing next to Amber and wearing the denim skirt that sat at mid-thigh was Sandy. Her face had a ridiculous expression, as her eyes were shut and her mouth open, making an odd pose; she was obviously in mid-speech when time had stopped. The last girl stood looking at her two sorority sisters with her bright green eyes and an elated expression upon her vibriant face. Erika looked down at the girl’s t-shirt and noted the yellow Greek letters “Phi Sig Delta” printed across her proruding chest. “I hate college girls... ” Erika muttered, flicking up Amber’s blond locks. “However, fate has provided me agian with an opportunity of meeting you annoying ladies once more so I shall return after I deal with a certain cute mother,” Erika declared to the unhearing sorority sisters, cupping Amber’s breasts through her t-shirt.
Walking back around the shelf to the third aisle Erika purposely knocked down both of the two older ladies, causing them to fall over each other in their rigid forms. She chuckled to herself, looking down at the to silver haired ladies as she walked over to the round-faced mother who was facing her as she approached. “Now let’s see,” Erika said, looking the woman up and down from her cute round face that was staring at Erika blankly down to her slender body covered by her her thin and tight clothing. Pushing the woman slightly at the shoulders she fell backward like a stiff board until she hit the floor, remaining in her standing position with her hands out in front her as if she were still holding the bag. Kneeling down at the woman’s feet, Erika removed the black heels which were ankle-high soft leather boots. Examing the boots Erika saw that they were her size and she liked the style as well. Smiling to herself she dropped the leather boots into her bag. The woman had thin black socks which Erika peeled off her and tossed them behind her carelessly, rendering the cute-faced mother barefoot. Moving up to the mother’s waist Erika undid the buttons holding the leather pants closed and soon was working them off of the woman’s stiff legs which were nice and smooth. Erika licked her lips with joy, running her hands up and down the woman’s legs and eyeing the white cotton thong that covered her womanhood. “My your one hot momma,” Erika cooed seductively. Moving up to the woman’s suspended delicate hands with their French tipped-nails, Erika noticed the large diamond ring on the woman’s right ring finger. “I’m always a sucker for diamonds,” Erika laughed as she removed the mother’s ring and stuck in the pocket of her new coat. Arranging the mother’s arms so they were up over her head, Erika stripped off the thin shirt along with the purse and tossed it behind her; the older ladies who were lying on the ground behind her were now covered in the mother’s clothing. “Lovely... ” breathed Erika as she cupped the round-faced woman’s small but round breasts from under a cute white lacy bra. She let her hands run down the mother’s flat and smooth stomach. “Really hot, for having two kids missy,” Erika remarked as she began to tug the thong off the woman’s still hips.
Once the mother was totally naked Erika hoisted her back up to a standing position and enjoyed the company with the mother’s small brown nipples capping cute round breasts and a landing-strip covered womanhood. She had a little too much fun and almost lost her gum in the process but stopped herself before it got too hot, which was easy since the mother wasn’t that hot, at least to Erika’s high standards. Feeling satified with the naked round-faced mother Erika picked her up at the hips and moved her to stand over the fallen elderly ladies, adjusting her bare feet so the woman stayed upright. She then posed the mother to stand with legs wide and arms on her hips looking down at the stiff ladies with a evil expression upon her face. “That should do it,” Erika laughed, kissing each of the mother’s breasts and taking another look at her work before vanishing around the corner with her shopping bag in hand.
“Stupid co-eds... ” Erika muttered as she snatched the identical designer handbags from the Delta sisters’ suspended hands. Erika had a handbag like it in her shopping bag already so she just tossed the bags to the ground. Grabbing hold of each sister by the hips she moved them apart and stood them shoulder to shoulder with stiff arms pulled down to their sides in the open area of the fourth aisle. “Nice to see you again, Amber!” Erika exclaimed happily, kissing the suspended girl full on the lips, almost making her fall over. Moving to Sandy and looking at her face, which was still contorted in a unnatural expression with eyes closed, “Sandy, this is our third encounter so I think that merits something…” she said with a sly grin, looking the perky blond up and down from her almost white blond hair to her sexy bronzed legs under her denim skirt. Erika reached her hand under the girl’s skirt and her eyes opened wide in shock. She quickly knelt down and opened the girl’s skirt, tugging it off her hips and letting it drop at her ankles. “Slutty are we?” Erika asked, looking at the Sandy’s contorted face and back down at her bare and shaven womanhood, which was absent from any kind of undergarments. “My, you are brave,” Erika said dully, standing back up and moving to the next girl. “Who do we have here?” She asked the silent girl whose head was still turned towards her sisters. Erika turned the girl’s head so she was facing her. The girl had pleasant green eyes, which was a different look from the other two who had blue eyes like herself. Erika eyed the girl’s smiling lips and then leaned forward and kissed them. “Nice to meet you, whoever you are.” She looked back down at the row of three sorority sisters and smiled brightly as an idea came to her.
Erika brushed her hands together as she walked back into the bag store. She had just come from the fountain where she had thrown the clothes of the sorority sisters. Lying on the floor, shoulder to bare shoulder, were the sorority sisters with their frozen expressions. Erika had knocked all three down and stripped them nude, enjoying their California tanned bodies once more. Sandy had been the easiest since she had gone commando, Amber and the green-eyed girl had both been wearing stingy bikini type panties and bras; Amber wore white while the green-eyed girl wore blue. Erika had seen all three naked before in Greece so it was not a big deal for her but she still took the time to enjoy the stiff co-eds. Looking down at the naked bodies and the blond hair of the frozen co-eds another idea dawned as she quickly went over to her purse and retrieved her thermos of Type-7.
She thought back to her growing collection of frozen beauties: there was Lotte the brunette, Sakura with black hair, and Tasia who was a redhead. A blond would make a great addition, she thought, looking at the three girls covetously as if she was a little girl in a doll store. She wished she could take all of them but that would not be too practical to cart around so just one would have to do. Kneeling down and looking over the naked blond co-eds carefully, touching their smooth sun-browned skin and stroking their clean shaven womanhoods, Erika examined each thoroughly. The green-eyed one was ruled out since her two sisters were actually hotter than her. Amber was finally ruled out too as after a closer inspection Erika saw that her breasts were fakes and that she was not a natural blond. So that left Sandy who was pretty hot as well and was a natural blond top and bottom. Erika stood Sandy’s stiff form upright, tilted the sorority girl’s head back and then poured a good amount of the Type-7 sedative down her open mouth to ensure a long freeze. “Welcome to the club, Sandy,” Erika said, laughing evilly as she tilted Sandy’s head forward. “Now what I am going to do with you two?” Erika asked, looking down at the two naked blonds at her feet.
After thinking for a minute or so, Erika decided that she was going to move Amber and her friend and stick them around the mall so when time started back up they would not realize that their friend was missing until later, giving Erika and Monica a chance to get out of the country without cops looking for a missing American college girl. She remembered that there was a sporting goods shop on the level of the mall that she was on, so she decided to place Amber there since she was the athletic-looking one. She left Sandy standing naked in the bag store with a wide eyed expression across her face as she hauled away Amber’s naked frame gripping the girl around the waist.
One thing that Erika did not consider was the distance of the sports shop from the handbag shop, as it was at the end of mall through a crowd of people. Erika found herself taking several breaks along the way and she even bumped into more people so she left a trail of fallen people of all sizes behind her. By the time she got sports store she was in need of a drink. Leaving Amber standing at attention in her birthday suit at the entrance Erika went hunting for something to drink. She found a freezer containing some kind of ice coffee behind the counter. There was a teenage boy who worked behind the counter who was leaning over the counter with his eyes closed; Erika flicked him on the face playfully as she drank her coffee drink which was quite refreshing and good. She hopped up on the counter next to the frozen clerk, crossing her legs and looking around the shop. There were only a few customers, mostly men and a couple of women that really weren’t worth the attention. Amber was the most attractive thing in the store, still standing naked at the entrance. Erika finished her coffee drink, put the empty can into the boy’s front pocket and retrieved another piece of gum from her purse.
Walking around the nearly empty sporting goods store she spotted a girl in her mid-twenties within the aisles of the store with her shoulder length brownish hair tied back into bun, dressed in a pink polo and a pair of khaki shorts that showed off her tanned muscular legs. The girl held a tennis racquet in her hands and was looking down at it with a slight grin. Erika walked around the girl, admiring her short athletic body. Her face was cute but other than that she was nothing stunning. She copped a feel of the girl’s round ass and small breasts and nodded in satisfaction. Pulling the racquet from her unmoving hands Erika continued to walk around the store, knocking displays down with the racquet. She finished her round of the store and didn’t find anyone else of interest; she did however find a display of three white painted mannequins standing on a raised pedestal in the soccer section. The mannequins were just plain white and resembled the body of a female; they were really designed just to model the white woman’s soccer uniform that covered their white fiberglassed bodies. “How are you supposed to sell anything with mannequins like that? Well I’m feeling good today so I’ll help you out,” Erika declared, blowing a bubble and letting it pop.
The white mannequins were stripped naked and piled on the ground, their plain fiber glass bodies looking more unnatural than ever now that there were no clothes covering them. Amber now stood in the middle of the pedestal, dressed in the white soccer uniform, with her hands placed on her hips and her blond hair tied in a pony tail. Her face bore a wide smile with her white teeth showing. The uniform was bit tight on her but more or less hugged her body nicely, showing off her American features. The mannequins had no had shoes or socks so Amber’s tan feet were bare. Standing next to her was the girl with the pink polo shirt who was now barefoot and dressed in a white soccer uniform as well. That girl was a bit shorter than Amber but fit the uniform a little better with her Asian build. Her hands were posed on her hips as well and also bore the same smiling expression as Amber. Since the girl’s hair was in a ponytail Erika had removed the band and let her black shoulder length hair sit loose over her shoulders.
Erika needed a third girl to complete the display so she ventured back into the mall and found another girl that was close by that she figured would fit the uniform. The girl had short dyed red hair with black roots and was standing hand in hand with her boyfriend or husband. Prying the two apart, Erika dragged the redhead into the shop and soon her flowery sun dress and lacy undergarments was sitting in a pile along with the clothes from the tennis racquet girl. The redhead now stood on Amber’s other side, posed in the same fashion as the other two girls. Erika stepped back and admired her work, snapping her gum loudly. "Now to make sure this lasts," giggled Erika with a grin, using another can of the coffee drink with Type-7 to create a mixture that would freeze the trio in their display poses for at minimum an hour. Erika made small adjustments to the human mannequin trio as she gave them their tranquilizing drinks and returned them to their earlier poses. “Ta, ta, ladies,” she said with a wave and turned, leaving the scene. Three women now stood staring blankly as if they were truly mannequins with the real deal at their feet as well as a pile of their clothes.
On the way out Erika picked up a shopping bag from behind the counter and picked out some random items for herself such as some cute sneakers and some athletic wear. With her new items in her bag, she was ready to leave but then spotted a flatbed cart with a stack of boxes on top. Thinking back to her experience walking with Amber through the mall Erika walked over to the cart that she pushed to the corner behind the counter and knocked off all the boxes. They made a loud sound as they toppled off the cart but the world around Erika remained frozen and quiet. Snapping her gum and not caring about the mess at her feet she tossed her new shopping bag on to the cart and left.
As she made her back to the handbag store Erika continued her reign of terror as she cut off clothing with her trusty pair of scissors, leaving a trail of half naked and naked patrons in her wake. Nearing the bag store Erika noted an information desk that was manned by a single woman. The woman was perhaps in her forties or early fifties Erika guessed, looking at her face. Even though she looked old she had aged extremely well and Erika was attracted to her. The woman stood behind the desk at attention with her hands clasped together over the top of the desk. Her face looked out into the frozen mall in front of her with a blank gaze and she bore a grin on her pink lips. Her black hair was tied back into an ultra-conservative tight bun showing off her well-aged face. The woman had a colorful scarf tied with a fancy bow around her neck. She wore a white dress shirt under a black blazer and a knee-length matching skirt over nude nylons and black pumps. Erika walked around the desk, inspecting the older woman more closely and touched her, feeling her up a bit before kissing her cutely on the cheek. “I think you need a break and I know exactly who could take your spot.”
The information desk lady now stood on the other side of her desk at attention and was completely naked. The lady stared blankly at the new information desk person, who was the green-eyed Delta girl that was now dressed in the black information desk worker’s uniform. Erika had tied back the girl’s hair into a tight and conservative bun and was now tying the scarf around her neck. The older Japanese info desk woman only looked on blankly with her grin. Once Erika was done with the scarf she placed green-eyed girl’s hands on the desk as how the older woman’s hands were before and then kissed the girl full on the lips before stepping back and making sure everything looked the way she wanted. The green-eyed girl had bigger features than the lady who had been wearing the uniform moments earlier so the dark skirt-suit fit a bit tighter on her, but from behind the desk it was hard to notice the difference.
Walking back around the desk, she turned her attention back to the former info desk lady who stood in her birthday suit now. The woman had a great, sexy, slender body for her age; tight round breasts with perky brown nipples, a flat stomach, cleanly-shaven womanhood and smooth long legs. Erika turned the woman to face her and began chewing her gum faster as she stepped closer to the older woman and undid the woman’s conservative bun, letting her long black silky hair fall to the small of her back. Leaning close Erika began kissing the woman on the lips and then nibbled on the neck and continued south, caressing her breasts and tasting her womanhood. Erika was about to ready to explode when the chewing of her gum reminded her to back off. “Foxy… I think that’s what I’ll call you,” Erika gasped, breathing hard in excitement. “Let’s see; where I am going to stick you?” She then said, looking around the mall.
Moments later in Erika’s time-frame the info desk woman who Erika had nicknamed Foxy stood in the widow display of an urban fashion store. The older woman was now dressed in pair of tight fitting low cuts jeans over a pair of Timberland boots and wore a hot pink tube top that left little to the imagination. Her silky black hair was braided and she wore heavy make up, making her look as if she was straight out of the Bronx. She still bore her blank look and grin and was posed standing with hips shifted to one side and hands behind her head. Erika had, like with the other women she'd turned into living mannequins, given Foxy a bit of Type-7 so her pose wouldn't be ruined the second time resumed. “Hot!” Erika exclaimed, laughing as she smacked the woman in the ass, making her wobble. Looking over Foxy once more, admiring her well aged face and sexy features, Erika nodded in approval before turning around and continuing to 'shop' within the store with another bag which she had picked up behind the counter of the store.
It was about three hours later in Erika’s time when she emerged from the main entrance of Omotesando Hills mall, dressed in her tan-colored fur coat and new boots, pushing the flat bed cart that was loaded with shopping bags and a stiff Sandy, who she had dressed in a little strapless red outfit with matching heels, propping the sorority sister up in the front of the cart with herlegs straight out in front of her. Her pale blond hair was tied in a fancy bun and her face bore a serious expression. Erika would move down a couple blocks to where Monica would meet her before she restarted time. She pushed the cart casually through the silent and still Tokyo streets, chewing her gum happily with her chin, oblivious to the stillness and silence around her.
The Omotesando Hills mall marked the end of Erika’s international trip so she'd made the best of it. She had visited every store, taking things for herself, Monica, and her growing collection of frozen girls. She had turned many shop employees into lifelike mannequin displays in their own stores and rendered many more naked along with random patrons as well. Every level of the mall and almost every shop were touched by Erika in some way, adding the Omotesando Hills mall to a prestige list that included the Egyptian Museum, The Louvre, The Tower of London and The National Archaeological Museum in Greece. Like all the past places she had visited, once time restarted, chaos would follow. The blonde knew this and only smiled at the thought as she spit her gum out.
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Crystal Yacht Club, Tokyo, Japan
"Here I thought nothing could top what that bitch had done in the Louvre," sighed Cassandra as the Interpol vehicles, a pair of Toyota Land Cruisers, approached Erika Stone's rumored location. The four agents from the original team were in the rear vehicle with another composed of Japanese agents leading the way.
"Over three hundred people exposed in public; I don't know how she did it," sighed Lucienne from her shotgun position, with Hui driving while Marika and Cassandra sat in the back. The French agent was over the shock of her old friend having pointed a gun in her face and was now back to remembering the images of her and the others stark naked.
"What's the latest?" asked Cassandra as Marika hung up her cell phone. The crime scene specialist, who was one of only two present who spoke Japanese, had been talking to the lead detective back at the scene of the crime for almost twenty minutes. The four agents had quickly learned where Erika had flown to when an arrest warrant came up for she and Monica in Japan. By the time their plane had landed, however, the Omotesando Hills mall had already been ravaged, leaving the four to pick up the pieces and find Erika before she escaped to international waters.
"They just found more victims," sighed Marika, rubbing her forehead and pushing her blond locks behind her ears. "Apparently this whole time some poor women had been substituted to replace mannequin displays, which no one had noticed since the women were as rigid and solid as one would expect from a store display. I'm guessing Erika gave them whatever she gave us."
"A drug that turns a person into mannequin?" asked Hui, thinking back to their own experience. "What have we heard from the analysts back in Italy? Anything on whatever was put in our tea?"
"The main ingredient was a sedative, apparently," replied Marika, explaining another conversation she'd had over the phone a bit earlier. "That isn't surprising, since we had effectively passed out. Apparently there were traces of morphine too, but there was also a powerful muscle-stiffener along with a few other elements."
"It knocks you out and also makes you unable to feel pain as well as it locks up your body," reiterated Cassandra, shaking her head in disbelief. "I guess that makes perfect sense, but it still doesn't explain how she does what she does so damn fast... "
"I'm starting to think that this mystery drug might not be the only thing in her arsenal," mused Marika, thinking back.
"Quoi?" asked Lucienne, confused.
"She's got billions of dollars and her company employs scientists that the governments could only dream of employing," Marika reminded her fellow agents. "Einstein's theory of relativity states that something moving extremely fast would perceive something else to be moving much slower, as if standing still. This may sound impossible, but the only thing I can think of that could make her capable of moving that fast is a device that accelerates her to a significant fraction of the speed of light, maybe even to the actual speed of light, if that makes any sense."
"Too much sci-fi, I think," was Cassandra's immediate reply, the British agent clutching her forehead and rubbing it.
"The most simple solution is usually the correct one," Hui reminded her companion, also sharing her disbelief at the theory.
"Now now, what with all the technology today I wouldn't be surprised in the least," piped up Lucienne, getting the others to back off of Marika. "Lets just focus on busting this bitch before we she can drug us again or whatever... " Right then the leading car turned right into a private wharf and Hui did the same. Both vehicles parked and the agents inside quickly exited, all of them drawing their sidearms. There were several boats dotting the docks, some small sailboats while others were full yachts. The lights were still on in the main boathouse, which included a restaurant, but it was late at night so the only lights were coming from the lobby. Curiously, the guard that was inside the checkpoint was nowhere in sight.
"Hui, you and Cassandra go with two of the others and check out the wharf," ordered Lucienne, using her left hand to emphasize her orders. "Marika, you're with me." Cassandra hurried off with Hui at her side, two male agents following with one carrying an HK MP5 submachine gun. Another two agents, a man and a woman, quickly took point as they, along with Lucienne and Marika, entered the boathouse.
The lights were on and ideally someone was supposed to be around at all hours of the night, typically a low level manager who would sit around watching TV. "Too quiet," whispered the female agent, who's name Lucienne recalled as being Mai. The male, Sakata, nodded in agreement while sliding the safety of his USP to the off position. The four cautiously stepped into the lobby of the building and finally spotted who they were looking for. Standing behind the counter was a Caucasian woman, a false blond in her thirties, who stood with her left hand raised in greeting, a smile on her face, which flashed perfect white teeth. She stood wearing a white blouse with a red vest and black pants, her feet out of view. The agents trained their guns on her but after a few seconds it was clear the woman was frozen in place, remaining fixed like a statue or mannequin.
"We're too late," cursed Lucienne, hurrying over to the counter. Upon closer inspection the woman's right sleeve was undone and there was a needle sitting on the counter next to the computer, which was still on. Lifting up the woman's sleeve Lucienne saw the tiny red mark that could only come from a hypodermic device. "She’s been drugged with something, probably the same one we were slipped in Italy," declared the senior agent. “She’s alive, but no telling how long until she will revive; with Cassandra it was the better part of a day. Marika sat down at the old CRT computer and began to type with the speed of a professional typist.
"There's a tracking grid for all the boats here," announced the Finnish blond. "If a boat isn't here, it has to be checked out or an alert will be sent. Good thing someone spotted Erika coming here, otherwise we might have gotten here a few days from now... " Marika called up the security records. "Two hours ago a boat was cleared for launch. It was a club boat, meaning the keys are probably in the club's safe."
"Great, she could be in the clear by now," sighed Lucienne, realizing they'd most likely been beaten. "Mai, Sakata, sweep the rest of the building. I'm going to go find Cassandra and see if she's found our missing guard." Marika continued to work as Lucienne exited the lobby, prying a cigarette from her jacket pocket as she gave the frozen blond a serious glance, taking in her perfect form. With a woman frozen like that it was easy to admire every single element of their body, something which Lucienne had to admit she found erotic.
Stepping outside, Lucienne lit up her cigarette as Cassandra came running over to her from the wharf. "The other two are checking the boats, but we've found the guard," explained Cassandra, gasping for air. "He's down by an empty stall with his pants down and pumped full of that immobilizer drug, probably from a needle."
"Clerk here got the same treatment inside," Lucienne told her old friend, puffing her cigarette. "We've confirmed a boat was launched two hours ago, the last one to be launched. By now Erika, and Tasia, are probably in international waters... " The older agent felt herself breaking down a bit at the frustration of losing such a valued comrade due to a mere matter of time. Cassandra saw this and touched her superior's shoulder, giving her a comforting glance.
"Don't worry, we'll find her and take that bitch down," promised Cassandra, and before either woman could stop it they were hugging, albeit lightly, in a way reserved for close friends. Lucienne's cigarette fell to the pavement and went out as the two women stood there for a short time until they heard the sounds of another pair of footsteps coming.
"I checked the logs and found a few concerning things," announced Marika as she came up behind the two agents, who were unsure what the blond had seen. "There were supposed to be two launches tonight, but that was only an hour ago, and the crews for the yachts that were supposed to leave aren't where they should be."
"What else?" asked Lucienne, turning away to hide her red face, though Cassandra seemed oblivious to the fact that her friend had been somewhat aroused by their innocent embrace.
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