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Author's note: I would like to thank mjm aka Jason and Arianna for all their help and assistance.
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When I had become famous in the world of detective agencies, I had moved to a big shiny office building. My girls and I took up a whole floor. Many things happened since that time and now days I worked out of my old office. The big corporate image did not fit me and I found it was more trouble than it was worth. Today Rachel was staffing the front desk. Each of the girls would take turns while I would sit in my office and pretend to be busy. I was playing darts and missing badly when the phone rang. "Yes?" I said answering it.
"There is a Leanne Baker here to see you. She does not have an appointment." Rachel said. After a moment she added, "Your three o'clock appointment called and said he would be late."
Back when I had first started, Rachel was my first case. She wanted me to find her missing boyfriend. Finding him was easy; the problem was that he was in bed with another man. Just to make life more complicated he as well as his lover was dead. It was a simple case of murder suicide. Rachel and I had become close after that and to help her out I gave her a job as my receptionist. Over the years, she had become as dependable as anyone I could think of.
In the years we had been together, Rachel had figured a way to tell me what she thought of people who walked in. While I did not have a three pm appointment with anyone, her message meant that this was someone I should talk with. "Very well Rachel, send her in." I said in reply. "Oh, and Rachel," I added, "For tonight's lesson, you will be the one tied on the bed." I could hear her fight back a moan of pleasure. "Please inform everyone of this for me. Finally, will you have Sue Ann and Angela both call me." I said and hung up.
The woman, Leanne Baker, entered my office and stood looking at me. She acted as if she were walking into a bear den in the middle of winter. Her lack of any makeup, plain cotton dress, and sensible shoes spoke of someone who was used to plain speaking. "I'm Sam Spade, please have a seat." When she sat down I added, "How may I help you Miss Baker?" Today I was dressed in dress pants, white shirt with its top button undone, loosely tied tie, and jacket. While my hat sat on the corner of the desk. The important clothing was hidden from prying eyes; I was wearing a full latex rubber body suit that caressed me with its sensual touch with every move I made. My shoes were the ones I had bought long ago at the store where I found the seduction of the latex.
Sitting down I smiled. It was not at her I smiled, it was how the clothing excited me. I decided that once I could get Miss Baker out the door, Rachel and I would have some quality playtime to take the edge off. "Miss Spade, I want you to find my sister," she said. Like her looks and clothing, Leanne's voice was plain and flat. There was no, for lack of a better word, music to it.
Pulling a pad of paper up I took out a pen the girls had somehow found for me. It was covered in the same latex rubber as my undergarments. I noticed how my client's eyes were drawn to the pen. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of disgust and fascination. "I see, what is her name please?" I replied.
"Margaret, Margaret Baker" she replied still looking at the pen.
"And where did you last see her?" I said as I wrote her name down.
"She went to preach the word. She was going to work her way down Twenty-third and Oak, and down to Main and up Twenty-forth." She replied looking up at me finally.
I wrote the information down and said, "Why come to me? This is a simple matter for the police." I was curious as to why she came here.
"I went to the police. They said she was an adult and could take care of herself." She paused and said under her breath, "Heathens."
"I see," I replied. "Do you have a picture of her?" I asked. She rummaged through her purse and came up with a simple color picture. I didn't know that you could still make these. Every picture I had seen was a hologram. Looking at it, I saw two women standing in front of a country church. The one on the left was Leanne while the other, who looked as if he had just eaten a prune, was Margaret.
"May I keep this?" I asked. She nodded in reply. "What was she wearing on the day she turned up missing?"
"The same as what I am wearing now." She replied and stood once more.
I quickly wrote down the description of the clothing. "Thank you. Is there anyone you can think of who might have something against you or your sister?"
As she sat down she said, "No Miss Spade. We are protected by our lord and savior."
I wrote that down also. You never know when even the simplest thing can turn important. I looked at her and thought a moment, "It will be one hundred a day plus expenses." I really didn't need the money anymore. I worked because I enjoyed the change.
