Foiled Investigation

Clarissa Morgen parked her car adjacent to the local restaurant. She checked the building opposite to where she was parked. A guard was standing beside the entrance door of Johnson Brothers Lending Inc.

"There is no way I can sneak inside." She thought.

Last week, Clarissa was approached by a woman whose brother, James Williams, has gone missing. The sister told her that James owed money from the Johnson Brothers and that she thought that they had something to do with her brother's disappearance.

Clarissa's investigations lead her to the discovery that two days before James disappeared he was approached by Tre Johnson, the owner of the lending corporation, and beat him up as a warning.

Clarissa needed more information about Tre's involvement with James' disappearance. Sneaking into his office is out of the question. It might be filled with security cameras. Nope. Can't do it.

An idea crossed her mind. She growled in frustration. She hated the idea. She hated asking him for help, but she had no choice. "Fine! I'll go see him." She muttered loudly in her car and drove off.

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Higgins Electronics Depot. Clarissa stared at the shop's sign with disdain. I hate this place. She opened the door and walked directly to the counter.

"Is he in?" She asked the timid-looking teenager on the cash register.

The guy stared at her in amazement. Wow. She is pretty. He thought.

"Y-yes." He replied.

"Good," Clarissa replied and let herself in the counter, and walked straight to the manager's office.

"Hey, wait!" The counter guy called to her, but she paid him no attention.

Clarissa opened the manager's door and stood in front of the desk. The manager looked at her in surprise, then a wide grin appeared on his face.

"Clarissa! What a surprise!" Clyde beamed at his visitor.

"What brings your pretty face to my humble office?" He asked as he started running his eyes on her body.

Clarissa noticed his eyes and shrugged in disgust. Creepy as always. But I've got no choice. "I've got a job for you." She began.

"Anything for the beautiful lady!" Clyde replied and poured himself a drink. "Want a beer?" He asked her.

"No thanks. Look, I need you to plant bugs on the Johnson Brothers' office. Can you do it?" Clarissa asked.

Upon hearing this, Clyde put down his drink. His smile was wiped out of his face.

"That is not an easy task." He looked at her seriously.

"I know. That's why I'm paying you double than the usual."

Clyde paused for a while, tapping his index finger on the desk as he looked up at the ceiling.

"Well?" Clarissa asked.

Clyde stretched and adjusted himself on his chair. "I'll do it."

Clarissa sighed in relief.

"I'll do it, but I need another thing," Clyde said.

Dammit! Clarissa looked at Clyde with disdain in her eyes. She hated asking him for help. She hated the way he looks at her. She hated his creepy face, but this pervert is the only chance she's got.

Clarissa shrugged. "Fine. What do you want?"

Clyde grinned at her. "The double payment and a dinner with me."

"That's ridiculous!" Clarissa yelled at him in disgust.

"It's not an easy task. This is the Johnson Brothers we're talking about." Clyde replied.

Clarissa was filled with anger and hopelessness. Fuck this pervert! He can sense her desperation.

"Either that or three times the usual price. My services ain't cheap, you know." Clyde smiled at Clarissa.

"Come on, Clarissa. A dinner with me ain't so bad. We've been friends for a long time." Clyde began saying.

"I know I'm not your type. But dinner is all I'm asking." Clyde put up a sad face to go along with his plea.

As much as she wanted to smash his creepy face on the desk, she is desperate. Clarissa hated Clyde for that one time it took too long for her to pay his services.

The client bailed on her and she wasn't paid. She promised to pay Clyde when she got another case. Only then did Clarissa find out that three weeks is forever to Clyde.

As a reminder, Clyde planted a camera in Clarissa's room and took private pictures of her. He sent those photos to her along with a reminder to pay up.

Clarissa blamed herself for being careless and negligent, but it was no excuse to invade her privacy.

She never wanted to use his services again, but there was no other person who can do this. Clyde is the best in this city.

"Fine," Clarissa replied in disgust.

"Great!" Clyde exclaimed in excitement and stood up. "I'll plant the bugs tonight. Here's the listening device." Clyde handed her a small box with two earpieces and a small speaker inside.

"I'll call you when it's ready. The earlier I do it, the sooner I can have dinner with you." Clyde said and winked at her.

"Call me when it's done." Clarissa shuddered in disgust then turned to leave.

"Don't worry, Clarissa. I got you!" Clyde told her as she walked away. She's so hot and pretty. Clyde thought. His eyes fastened on her shapely ass. Those pants are so tight. He smiled when he saw the outline of her panties as she walked away.

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The Next Day:

Clarissa groaned as she was woken up by the ringing of her phone.

Who the hell calls at 6 in the morning?

She groped for her phone and picked it up. It was Clyde.

Great. Just the perfect guy to talk to first thing in the morning.

"What?" Clarissa said on the phone in a sleepy voice.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty. Everything's ready. Just turn on the device and you're good to go." Clyde told her on the phone.

"Great. Just send me the bill and I'll pay you."

"Don't worry about the bill." Clyde began. "I'll give it to you after our.." he paused. "romantic dinner."

"Ugh, fine," Clarissa said with displeasure in her voice, then hang up.

She got up from the bed, took a shower, then brought all the things she needed and left her apartment.

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Clarissa sat on the farthest corner of the cafe just opposite the Johnson Brothers' office and ate her breakfast. She inserted the earphones in her ears as she ate her meal.

She can hear Tre Johnson speaking with some people. Nothing significant was happening.

She then moved to her car that was parked just a few meters away from the office's front door. She watched the premises of the office and took pictures of the people going in and out of the building.

Ugh! This is so boring! The conversations she was listening was completely business-related and mostly were just senseless conversations.

Clarissa just sat inside her car for hours, listening intently to the conversations inside the office. It was around lunchtime when she heard Tre talk to someone on his phone.

"Hey. I'll be out to grab some lunch. I'll close the office at 4:00. Let's meet at the shop. I'll make James talk. I can't wait to get my hands on the Graff Diamonds." Clarissa heard Tre speak.

"Graff Diamonds!" Clarissa exclaimed. Those diamonds were stolen three months ago! Does James know where they are? How?!

Clarissa's thoughts are running wildly. "This case is bigger than I thought."

She watched Tre get out of his office and drove away. She tailed his car from a few meters away.

Tre's car parked outside a local restaurant. She watched him get inside the restaurant.

The restaurant's windows are tinted. "Shit," Clarissa muttered. I can't see him and I don't have a bug on him.

Clarissa got out of her car and went inside the restaurant.

The place was teeming with people. Clarissa took her place five tables away from Tre and watched him discreetly.

She watched him approached by a waiter. She couldn't hear what he was saying. She couldn't tell if he was simply ordering a meal, or told something to the waiter about some shady business.

Although she was bad at it, she tried to read his lips when her view was blocked when she was approached by a waiter.

Bollocks!

"Good day, miss. May I take your order?" The waiter asked politely.

Clarissa ordered something simple to send the waiter away.

Clarissa then continued watching Tre. Again, nothing significant was happening.

Tre eventually left the restaurant and started walking to his car. Clarissa followed him again.

She followed his car again. It turns out he only went back to his office.

Clarissa groaned in annoyance inside her car. This task is dragging as hell!

She parked on the same spot and continued listening to the conversations inside the office.

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It was now four in the afternoon. "Okay, this is it," Clarissa said.

She watched Tre leave the building and she tailed him again.

Tre parked his car beside a storage warehouse.

Clarissa parked her car a block away. She took out her binoculars and watched Tre.

She saw him leave his car and check his surroundings, then he knocked on the door. Immediately, the door opened another person peeped his head out of the door, then let Tre in.

Clarissa recognized the other man as Andre Johnson, Tre's younger brother.

She walked towards the warehouse. She did her best to make no sound.

She searched for an open window to peek through. Bingo.

Clarissa found a jalousie window on the rear side of the warehouse. She started removing the glass panels one by one when she heard two gunshot sounds.

Clarissa was startled. What was that? Were those...gunshots?! To hell with this, I'm going in!

Clarissa grabbed one of the removed glass panels and stepped back. She threw the panel to the window and it shattered the remaining panels.

She hopped inside the window and found herself inside a locker room. She moved to the door and fortunately, it was unlocked.

The door lead to open space inside the warehouse and in her horror, she saw two men lying face down on the ground.

She ran towards the sprawled bodies. They were lying face down and blood was starting to flow from them.

She grabbed the man closest to her and turned his body around. She recognized him as Tre Johnson.

"Oh my god!" Clarissa exclaimed as she saw Tee's bleeding torso. He had been shot.

"The other man must be Andre.", She thought.

She immediately reached for her phone and dialed 911.

"911. What is your emergency?" The voice on the phone said.

"There are two men with gunshot wounds. They are inside the warehouse at Fortitch Street. Both are still alive. Please hurry." Clarissa said on the phone.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a car engine starting. She turned her head in the direction of the sound and saw a blue van speeding out of the warehouse.

She was about to run and check the car's plates when somebody grabbed her hand. It was Tre.

He pulled her towards him and Clarissa gasped in surprise at his sudden strength.

His bloody hand grabbed the collar of her shirt. He tried to lean closer to her.

"H-he...... t-t-the diamonds..." Tre managed to say.

"Who did this?" Clarissa asked in a panicked voice.

"Before Clyde can answer, he slumped back on the floor.

"Don't move, and don't talk. The ambulance is on the way. I'm sorry, but I gotta go. I'll find out who did this."

Clarissa ran away to her car. She needs to find the person who did this. If she waited for the paramedics, she will also be brought in for questioning and that would make things more difficult.

Clarissa went out of the warehouse. It was already dark. She sprinted to her car and drove back to her office.

"Dammit!" Clarissa screamed and slammed her hands on the steering wheel.

When she reached the highway, it was blocked by two cars that crashed into each other. She was stuck in traffic for half an hour. When she slipped past the blocking cars, she sped off to her office.

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Clarissa stepped into her office and walked to the bathroom.

She stood in front of the mirror and washed her face.

"Calm down, Clarissa. Calm down." She told herself.

She noticed her shirt was stained with Tre's blood. She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off.

She tried to wash the blood stain away, but it was futile. She discarded her shirt on the tub and stood in the mirror shirtless. She noticed a tiny bit of bloodstain on the right strap of her bra.

His blood must have soaked through my shirt.

"What a mess." She told her reflection as she stood and looked at her half-naked body in the mirror.

She stepped out of the bathroom and approached her desk.

Something was wrong.

Clarissa stopped mid-step. Her eyes scanned the room. Something is off, but I cannot tell what.

She noticed her coffee mug was in a slightly different position than when she left it. The pens on her desk are slightly scattered.

Clarissa took a deep breath. Her alertness is peaked. She felt like being watched. My gun is in the bedroom.

Clarissa walked slowly to her bedroom. She was only a few steps away from the door when she heard a crashing sound behind her.

A figure burst out of the cabinet. He was dressed in black and had a baton in his right hand.

Clarissa's eyes widened in disbelief as she recognized the man as the man from Clyde's store - the guy behind the cash register.

The man raised the baton and Clarissa grabbed his wrist before he could strike.

Clarissa balled her fist and was about to punch her assailant in the face when arms wrapped her body from behind.

She gasped in surprise when the person behind her bear-hugged her. She heard the man behind her grunt and she was lifted off the floor. The cash register guy in front of her immediately grabbed her legs.

"Get off me!" She screamed at him.

The men lifted Clarissa and slammed her body on her desk.

"AHHH!" She cried out in pain as her back landed on the desk, the pens pressing hard against her spine.

She felt her legs being pinned in place. She also felt her hands being grabbed. I can't move!

Clarissa gave a cry when her hair was pulled down. She could feel the edge of the table on her nape.

Her head was bent down toward the floor. She was facing up, the light on the ceiling is blinding her eyes.

A figure blocked the blinding light from her eyes and she is now staring face to face with one of her assailants.

Clarissa's eyes widened in disbelief when she is staring at Clyde's smiling face.

"Hello, Clarissa." Clyde smiled at her face.

"You b-" Clarissa was cut short when the cash register guy elbowed her stomach.

"Hold her." She heard Clyde told his partner. She was still coughing and unable to struggle for a while when she saw Clyde pull a small bottle, and a white cloth.

Her eyes widened in fear as Clyde poured the liquid from the bottle into the cloth.

She started to struggle wildly, but before she could scream Clyde grabbed her hair again and yanked it toward the floor. Her head was lolled again towards the floor and the damp cloth was clamped over her mouth and nose.

"Mmmmhhhmmmp!" Clarissa gave a muffled scream. She tried to thrash her body, but their grip on her arms and legs are so strong.

"Just breathe, Clarissa." Clyde brought his face closer to hers and smiled at her creepily. He clamped the chloroformed cloth harder on her face and grabbed her hair with stronger force to keep her head in place.

"Hllllllp! Mmmmmhmmmmm!" Clarissa tried to kick her legs, and move her arms in vain. Her captor's grip was too strong.

"Easy, Clarissa. You ain't going anywhere." Clyde whispered in her ear. He looked at her face, then his gaze moved lower. He stared at her beautiful neck.

"Hmmmmmmhhh" Clarissa was starting to feel the effects of the chloroform. Her head is feeling light. Her resistance is getting weaker. She inhaled another breath full of chloroform and she felt her consciousness starting to slip.

She felt helpless. Her resistance is futile. She can do nothing against her captors as they clamped the chloroformed cloth on her face.

"That's it, Clarissa. That's a good girl." Clyde said. He noticed Clarissa's movements are getting weaker. He saw her eyes starting to lose focus.

He let go of her hair. She is getting weaker already. He stared at her eyes and smiled. He slipped his free hand underneath her bra, cupping and fondling her right breast. "Nice tits."

"Hmm....nnnn...nnhhh" Clarissa gave a weak scream as she felt Clyde's hand squeezing her breast. Her head slumped back toward the floor, her neck now exposed.

"I got this. Get the car ready." Clyde told Hank.

Hank noticed that the chloroform is taking its effect on the hot lady. Let go of her arms and legs and left reluctantly to get the car ready.

Clyde reached for the chair behind him and took a seat on the head of the table, with Clarissa's head in front of him. He clamped the chloroformed cloth harder against Clarissa's face. She is barely resisting.

"I got you, Clarissa. I told you I got you." He watched her eyes flutter. He smiled when he felt her hand try to yank his hand away from her breast weakly. He watched her eyes roll back to her eyelids. He stared at her as she gave one last moan and lost consciousness.

She's out. Clyde clamped the chloroformed cloth over Clarissa's face for another minute, his free hand fondling and squeezing her breast.

Finally, he took the cloth and put it in his pocket. He stood up and stared at Clarissa's face.

"You are so beautiful, Clarissa." He pushed her bra above her breasts. He then grabbed both breasts and squeezed them.

"Nice tits, Clarissa." Clyde fondled Clarissa's breasts for five minutes, then carried her limp body to her captivity.

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"So hot.." Clyde kept mumbling as his hands squeezed Clarissa's breasts passionately.

He placed his arms under hers and dragged her body off the table. He sat down on the floor with his back against the wall. He placed Clarissa's unconscious form in front of him -- her back is lying against his chest.

He placed his arms under hers again. He cupped her perfectly round breasts and felt their weight on his palms.

"Nice tits, Clarissa."

He started squeezing her breasts again.

"Oh yeah.. oh yeah." He kept mumbling when his phone rang.

He fished the phone out of his pocket and placed it against his ear while his free hand kept squeezing her breast.

"Just wait for a while, will you? I'm busy." He told Hank on the phone. "Drive around the building and wait for me in front of the back door. I'll be down in a few moments." Clyde continued, then hang up.

He placed his phone in his pocket and resumed playing with Clarissa's breasts. His thumbs nibbled her nipples, his hand squeezed her breasts and kneaded them like dough.

"Time to go, baby." Clyde gave Clarissa a kiss on her cheek. He reluctantly removed his palms from her breasts, then pulled the cups of her bra down to cover her breasts.

He stood up and admired Clarissa's shirtless, limp body sprawled on the floor. He watched her breasts rise and fall slowly underneath her bra as she breathed.

He scooped up her unconscious form from the floor and carried her over his shoulders. "Wow, you're light as a feather, Clarissa." He said.

He can feel her bra-clad breasts pressed against his back. Clyde started walking out of Clarissa's office while his hand explored her ass and gave it gentle slaps. He smiled in pleasure when he saw the way her ass jiggled when he slapped her.

His hands caressed her shapely ass and he felt the outlines of her panties over her slacks. "I knew these pants are tight." Clyde moaned in satisfaction as he groped her ass the entire walk towards the hall.

Clyde stood by the door to wait for Hank's signal. A minute has passed when Clyde heard four slow knocks on the door, signaling him that the back alley is clear. Clyde then knocked twice on the door acknowledging Hank's signal.