PART 5: PAYBACK
Guilty as charged.
"Bring in the prisoners." A woman's voice called out to the hallway.
Six uniformed LAPD officers firmly pushed three women into the large room. Each woman was handcuffed behind her back, one policeman tightly holding each of the women's biceps. The women were put in row, about two feet apart from each other. They were all made to face a large, black, baroque pedestal writing desk. The sliding door to the sundeck was open to let the neighbors hear the sign of things to come.
Sitting behind the desk in a large, red upholstered throne-like chair sat a bald, blunt faced broad shouldered man wearing a simple black shirt with red buttons.
Next to him stood a tall, slim, raven haired woman with clear blue eyes that were twinkling with amusement, wearing a simple black, sleeveless dress.
Darlene and Lance Del Toro simultaneously licked their lips as they contemplated the three hot and spicy dishes rough justice had served up to them.
The first woman on the right of the line-up was in her early twenties, her brown hair tied up, with beautiful brown eyes, sucking nervously on her luscious bright red painted lower lip. Her creamy skin was slightly flushed. She wore hoop ear rings, a necklace and three rings. A tight beige dress high lighted the curves of her belly and big ass. Alexis stood before Darlene and Lance in pink Come-Fuck-Me shoes with a look of bewilderment.
Trying to avoid making eye-contact with Mrs. Del Toro, Mrs. Gordon Price stood in the middle of the line-up wearing the exact same outfit she wore the last time she was in the Del Toro household--except this time she had a bra on under her white blouse.
Her short navy blue jacket was unbuttoned. The pinioning of her arms thrust her large, round breasts front and cent. She'd been arrested at work and frog marched through her firm's crowded lobby, the clicking of her black high heels the only sound to be heard. The cops put her in what they scornfully called "the Pussy Wagon", next to Alexis, who they'd arrested when Lexy was showing a client a property.
Squirming and simpering in her restraints, Mrs. John Smith stood before the Del Toros, wearing nothing but a near to vanishing off-white bikini and a pair of scarlet high-heeled shoes. When the cops had burst into her bedroom in her husband's mansion, Sandra was in her bare feet. Per Del Toro's directive they ordered Sandra to put on the reddest shoes in her vast collection.
Just before the door of the Pussy Wagon closed Sandra caught a glimpse of her white-haired husband standing in the door way of his mansion. She couldn't read the expression of his face. It was two months since their fifth wedding anniversary dinner party at Hell's Kitchen.
Her long black dirty blonde highlighted hair still damp from a recent shower, her sagging tits heaving from barely concealed panic, Sandy tried, unsuccessfully, to get out of the grip of the two policemen who held her arms. She mustered up a spewing shrill snarl: "What the fuck is going on here? This isn't a jail, Del Toro you don't work for the police, these cops wouldn't tell me what the charges they were arresting me for, what the fuck is going on you fucking prick, you can't do this!"
The six policemen and the Del Toros derisively laughed at Sandra.
Lance sprung out of his seat like a Jaguar on to the top of the desk, over shadowing every one in the room. He wore tight black pants with a leather belt with a bald eagle's head belt buckle. He was in his bare feet.
Making an expansive gesture, his voice sonic boomed: "Yes we can Sandy! A change had to come! We're taking back what's ours!"
Lance leapt from his desk and landed in front of the three cowering women. He marched back and forth before them, looking each in turn right in the face as he explained the facts of life.
"I am a proud member of a team of patriots who are restoring the balance, who are regenerating and reforming the American family, neighborhood by neighborhood."
Alexis was baffled even more by these words. Nubia and Sandra feared that they understood what these words meant all to well.
"These fine upstanding policemen have been seconded from the LAPD, they are special deputies of the Court of the All-Seeing Eye. Thank you for your service."
The six policemen, their eyes hidden by mirrored sun glasses, nodded slightly, a few modestly guffawed.
"The Sons of Liberty will restore the Republic--we are overthrowing the Whoredom."
Nubia and Sandra's big tits were heaving from the hot rod racing of their hearts.
"I am an agent of the Court of the All-Seeing Eye--I am duly authorized by them to investigate the morals of the women in my neighborhood and if their morals are found wanting to reform them by any means necessary." Lance smiled broadly.
