This is another chapter in the Bridge Club series. I'm taking a slightly different tack in which I hope you like. We get to see how much of a force Glory can be just by how her reputation and interactions with others can affect others. Especially after some of her special tea. If you have any comments, please keep them civil and worthwhile. Just telling me I suck gets you deleted. Thank you.
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BACK IN DELORES' ROOM
"I don't know where she is, officer. We had a fight; I left, and got back late. She never came back and her cell phone is off. I don't know what to do!"
Police Lieutenant Christine Jackson sighed as the man started to blubber. She was here because the man had blathered over the phone about a fight and missing wife and the dispatcher couldn't understand half of it, so they sent her to clear it up.
Her own personal opinion was that the woman had left him, but some of the stuff was odd. No clothes taken, her purse was still in the room, and her cell phone was gone and not on. She had looked around but had found no sign of anything weird.
A whistle of a teapot made her look up. The man turned off the little stove in the kitchenette and sighed. "I made some tea for her..."
He looked about ready to cry (again), so Christine quickly said "Uh, do you mind if I have some? It's been a long day."
The man sighed and nodded and she had a cup. She sipped it and noted it had an odd fruity flavor to it. She finished looking around and then noticed something. The door to the next suite, while closed, wasn't locked. She opened it and found that the door was open into the room.
"Odd." She thought. The room was obviously inhabited but no one was in at the moment.
Something was off and she decided some more questions for some different people were in order. She told the man that she would be back but she needed to talk to some other people first.
As she headed for the elevator she felt a bit flushed. "Huh, the hotel must have turned up the heat."
She stopped at the door to the man's room and decided to check out the connecting room on her way. She opened the door and stepped into the room. She kept the door open so the man could she her but he had started blubbering again and she simply sighed and turned around to look around.
The room was inhabited by a couple. Two sets of luggage, she could see two bathing suits hung up to dry in the bathroom. She scanned the room and determined that whoever was here hadn't been up in a while. She looked over on the bed and blinked.
Lying on the bed on a black diamond patch in the pattern was a piece of clothing. She walked over and looked down and realized it was a leather thong with nickel studs around the front area that covered the pussy.
"Pussy? Why the hell did I think that?" Officer Christina muttered out loud. She looked at the rest of the room and pursed her lips. "This doesn't belong here. Everything else is put away, or in the suitcase. This was left by someone else."
Officer Christina pulled out a pen and carefully picked it up the thong. She held it up and looked at and caught a whiff of pussy. While normally this would gross her out and lead to some comments about nasty women, this time she instead held it a bit closer and took a nice long smell. "Mmmmm, well, someone had a good time." She said out loud and then flushed red. She looked around and quickly stuffed the thong into a paper clothing bag the hotel left for the laundry service.
Christina retreated quickly. She shut the door and excused herself from the sobbing man. She met a hotel security guard by his door and then headed towards the elevators. "Okay, something is off about this. I'm thinking someone was here besides his wife and I need to know who. I need to see the security cam footage for the elevators and for the hallways. Also I need to know who is in that adjoining room."
The guard nodded and led her to a private office in the security section of the hotel. She sat down and a security manager came in and turned on a computer. He pulled up several screens and showed her what to look for. Christine thanked him and started to work. She was sweating and she took off her suit jacket. Her chest also felt very tight for some reason.
She scanned through several cam views but didn't find anything. Another guard brought her information about the next door couple. They had been there for 2 days and today had gone on a day long excursion to Hoover Dam and the lake behind it. They were not due back until late in the evening and the guard had several witnesses who would state they had gotten on the bus.
Christine was about to give up when she got to the freight elevator view. Around 20 minutes after the man had left; two women and a doorman got into the elevator and rode it down to a sub-basement. One of the women roughly matched the man's wife in description, but seemed to be younger looking and more sexy.
"Sexy? Now why did I choose that word?" she thought and she shook her head. The other woman though had her attention. She was wearing a tight leather dress that barely covered her pussy, tits and ass and thigh high platform boots. Her hair was done up in a high bun or tower and she moved with a strut that made Christine jealous.
"Wow, I bet every man is watching that ass when she walks by." Christine thought and her mind drifted for a few moments. She had a vision of strutting next to this woman, dressed in leather and latex, feeling horny eyes undressing her...
She started and blinked. "What the hell? Shit I need to focus, must be the heat in here, I'm sweating buckets." She angrily thought. She turned to the guard who was bought the info on the next room and asked him to look at the camera.
"That doorman. You know him?"
The guard looked closer and nodded. "Yeah, names Tyler. He's gotten into some trouble for helping hookers into the hotel. He didn't know about the new camera apparently. Looks like he's still at it."
"Well, hard to say. They are leaving after all and we don't have any video of them entering a room." Christine said. She didn't want the guy fired for letting hooker in, girls needed to make a buck after all. She blinked again and frowned. "Now why in hell did I think THAT?" she wondered.
She shook her head and said "You guys can do whatever but I need to talk to him about who he was with. Can you bring him here?"
She waited in the room while the guard went to get him. She was really having trouble breathing and her chest was so damn tight. It was almost if her bra was too damn short. She tried to adjust it but after a few more minutes she gave up. She looked around and quickly undid most of her blouse buttons and slid it down around her waist. She then unhooked her bra and let out a huge gasp of relief.
"Oh that is MUCH better. Damn, how did that happen? My bra shrunk on me." She rubbed her tits and took a quick intake of breath. "Oh wow! The girls are really sensitive today! Woof! Well, I'll just let them breath without that nasty unsexy bra and we'll be fine."
Christine pulled her blouse back up and buttoned up most of the buttons. She left the top three undone. First, her blouse seemed to be a lot tighter than before so it would be hard to get them all done up. Second, she had a lovely set of tits and she really ought to show them off.
The door opened right after she had sat down and started looking at the other woman. The guard led in a nervous looking man who paled when he saw the video. Christina spun in the chair and looked at him. The doorman and the guard both blinked and flushed as their eyes went from her face to her tits to her face. She giggled just a bit and then shook her head and looked at the doorman.
