Party Girl
Chapter 11
It was a simple plan, but it required perfect timing.
"She just entered the building; no, she's coming in through the staff and players entrance. She'll take the elevator to the mezzanine. You know what to do."
By now Sandy was familiar with the route through the massive structure. Her credentials allowing her to avoid the spectator crowds, by way of the employee and VIP doors, however she didn't have access to VIP parking, baby steps she thought, she'd have that too soon enough. It was a long walk from preferred parking, at least she didn't have to pay to park. Entering the building she had to go through three guarded checkpoints that VIP guests didn't have to deal with.
"Excuse me...Dr. Mills."
"Do I know you?"
"Yes, Carmen Williams. I'm..."
"Oh yes, one of the player's wives. What can I do for you?"
"I was told to keep this quiet, but there's been an accident..."
"Darius? Take me there."
She didn't hesitate and followed Carmen back in the direction of the elevator she'd just exited and where Gail joined them.
"This is Gail..."
"I remember, you're another player's wife. What's happened. Are we heading to the locker room?"
Sandy asked worried that all her planning may have been in vain.
As they entered the large elevator that doubled as one of the freight elevators Carmen went to the control panel to select the appropriate button as Gail slipped discreetly behind Sandy and jabbed a needle into her ass. Carmen caught the surprised woman's hands as the drug worked swiftly causing euphoria and cooperativeness. With one on each side of the drugged psychologist they led her to Gail's Mercedes SUV. It was parked at the near end of the row in the coveted VIP parking. Carmen got in the back seat with the doctor, and they casually left the parking structure. In the back seat, Carmen watched the doctor reacting to the drug's hallucinogenic effects. She floated within the blissful feelings as normal objects became images she couldn't understand. It was a quick drive to Sandy's home.
Carmen used Sandy's remote control, pulled from the purse she clutched, and they slid into the empty garage. Within her office they guided the semi-conscious psychologist into her chair and pushed her behind the desk, there she slumped back as the drug continued to do its job.
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In the hotel lobby, Jenny and Katrina met AJ, and Karen Martin aka Dolores Munoz. Katrina wasn't impressed, Karen didn't look very intimidating standing there at just over five feet. She was a little thick around the middle, however she saw that the woman could be attractive if she tried. In fact, may have been considered attractive when she was younger. She turned her gaze to the tall Latina standing next to her like a security guard. She was pretty, could have been a model or actress. Bearing a strong resemblance to the movie actress from
"Magic Mike's Last Dance"
but couldn't remember her name, Selma something. Of course, she quickly assessed her physical attributes, and imagined what she might look like out of the cute outfit she wore. Katrina smiled imagining what her tits looked like, her loose-fitting blouse allowed for interesting movement, she began to salivate. Next she considered her long legs and visualize where they met wondering if she was shorn, wore a closely cropped landing strip or a full bush.
Jenny took the lead, knowing where Katrina's mind was.
"Katrina, this is Dolores Munoz and AJ Rameriz."
Katrina extended her hand to AJ and then Doctor Dee. Katrina was dressed masculinely, in slacks, blouse and a sports coat, her short blonde hair combed to the side and her face made up perfectly.
"I see, my protégé did a real number on this one. I should be able to help, if I can't remove the damage, I can mercifully push her forward. Anything is better than being halfway in."
Katrina blinked,
"Was it that obvious?"
She thought, refraining from replying, despite how much the comments stung. She needed Karen's insults to remind her why she was in Boston. At this point she was barely hanging on. Every woman she saw she wanted to fuck, and there were many pretty women within her view.
She was suddenly teleported back to Las Vegas and the bacchanalia she craved once again. The look and smell of her lovers pussies, and the exotic flavors. As if she had x-ray vision she continued to stare at AJ, smiling slightly. She was determined to solve the mystery of her crotch grooming, bald or natural.
Jenny's phone chimed, she read the text and announced.
"They're ready. Let's go."
A short walk took them to the elevator and the parking structure. AJ led them to her rental and the four climbed into the late model SUV. They traveled against the traffic, away from where the crowds were gathering heading to TD Garden. A few minutes later they were parking in the small lot, the security camera showed the four walking towards the office entrance. The timing was once again perfect. Sandy awoke from her drug-induced nap, slumped in her chair, realizing that she must have fallen asleep while in a session, as Carmen continued describing the details of a made-up crisis.
Recovering slowly, she grabbed her iPad, she hadn't taken down a single note. She must have really been out. How unprofessional, she was embarrassed. When she saw the feed from her security camera, and four figures exiting a car, she realized on top of falling asleep, she'd exceeded her time limit and other clients were arriving.
"I'm sorry, but we'll have to stop now..."
Looking down at her blank iPad, she realized she'd forgotten her patient's name. Her pale face glowed red.
"Carmen,"
the woman said, looking annoyed. Trying to salvage what was one of her worst nightmares, she tried to recover, "
...same time next week?"
Carmen wiped her fake tears with a tissue and stood. Gail stood too, just as the doorbell chimed interrupting them, much to Sandy's relief.
"I'm sorry my next appointment has arrived."
She strolled to the huge door and opened it. Four women stepped inside. Gail and Carmen moved back several steps making room for the women, but didn't leave.
Still recovering from the drug, Sandy didn't recognize any of the women, Katrina, Karen Martin, or AJ. But when Jenny returned after securing the door, Sandy became suspicious as the drug wore off. "
Wait a minute,"
Sandy recognized the face and red hair from the more than two dozen photos the private eye sent, and she studied. Before she could ask, Katrina stepped forward,
"What's the matter doc, you don't recognize the lesbian you created?"
