Chapter Twenty
The two police officers pulled up the available public records for Amanda Michelsen. It showed a speeding ticket, a ticket she received on the beach earlier this year for a bikini that was deemed too revealing. Her motor vehicle records showed she had traded a Honda Accord for a new Mustang earlier as well. Officer LaShay printed the records for them. "Did she show for court in the bikini thing?"
"I don't think so. I think it shows she mailed in the fine," LaShay said.
"Any wants or warrants on her?"
LaShay turned back to the computer and did a nationwide search for Amanda's records. The wait was all of thirty seconds for them, "Let's see, the only hit was a loud party she attended in her freshman year of college. Her name was taken, and nothing was pursued beyond that. She has a clean record, no wants or warrants."
Clark, tapped a pencil to his lips. "How long ago was the speeding ticket?"
"Let's see, six years ago and she paid the fine. We've got nothing to bring her in for. But that doesn't mean we can't go talk to her."
Clark asked, "How long before the camera's cleared?"
"It should have been ready by now." LaShay lifted the phone and called downstairs to the equipment room and was informed that all was set and ready for them. "Let's go!"
"Wait. Do we know where she works?"
LaShay searched the print outs in her hand, and after a moment began shaking her head, "Nope. We don't have that one."
"Where first? Her home or the old boyfriends home?" Clark asked.
"I'm betting she's at work. The girl's got her shit together it seems. I mean, look, she's had one ticket in her car, quite a while back. And she wore a thread to the beach, all us girls will try that once or twice if we have the body for it!" LaShay explained.
"So when do I get to see you wear one of those threads? You've got the body for it!"
"Steve, I love you and I love the beach, but Sweetie, I don't need the tan. Right?" she told him while fluttering her eyelashes at him.
Steven gave her an evil grin and said, "Ya got a great tan, don't let anyone else tell ya different!"
She punched him in the shoulder and the two set off to get the camera and an unmarked detectives unit to drive.
Once outside, getting into the car, Clark got behind the wheel and made the necessary checks before leaving. The radio worked, emergency lights checked out and the siren gave a short chirp. The other detective began getting the camera ready for action. Clark said, "I sure wish the courts would allow digital cameras! That'd make setup a lot faster!"
Detective Jones said, "Yeah it would, but with how fast people have learned how to modify pictures with all the computer programs that are out there, the courts wouldn't have any way to know what's been fixed and what hasn't! Besides, this 35mm isn't hard to use anyway."
"Old school stuff," he said.
"Yup, I like old school stuff! Hey, I like you don't I?" she said.
"Well, since we don't know where she works, let's head over to her new house, the former boyfriends house, she's got to be heading there sometime today," Clark put the car in gear and headed out of the parking lot.
With the decision made, she picked up her cell phone and called the pairs commander and told them where they were heading. He jotted it down on his event's pad and wrote the time down.
Chapter Twenty-One
Amanda was very nervous in her surroundings. Nothing made sense! How can she be here? All she could absolutely know was that she physically felt everything! The straps, the paddle, the vibrating dildo! Still, she was excited and wanting to cum so she decided that she was willing to do anything they asked of her to see where this was leading. Also, she could relax a bit since "The Master" was gone now.
The girl seemed to be in charge now and she walked up behind Amanda. Unknown to her at the time was that the girl approached her with a leather paddle in her hand similar to what The Master had used minutes ago, but hers was red, matching her kinky outfit.
Amanda thought she could relax until she heard what sounded like the rushing of air and immediately felt the stinging sensation from the red paddle against her bare ass. The woman, now strode in front of her and into the spot lights. Her red outfit glistened as she moved. She too had a dog collar on, but hers was patent red, like the rest of her outfit. Her hair was dark chestnut brown, and pulled sharply back and held by, of course, shiny red bands. She was very pretty, and had a very sexy body! Her breasts were exposed and Amanda could see what looked like a larger gold hoop hanging from her pussy when she stood with her legs semi-apart.
The woman, struck her again, each time was harder than the last and commanded her, "You will obey me now! You may call me Mistress Vanessa," she turned to the male and said, "Bobby, give this worthless Initiate your cock to suck on!"