Enslaved Inspector

Amanda pushed the phone back into her pocket, Charlie wasn't responding, her undercover agent had missed another meeting & soon would be time to go back to her office & start to implement the emergency protocol.

The young barista pushed across the Americano & looked at the woman again in the posh business suit, the girl in the apron had seen her many times before & with a younger woman & sometimes a younger man, this time though she seemed worried & distracted.

The woman was pretty, salon nails sparkling, a size 14-16 fitted into a smart grey suit, underneath the satin blouse her her 36D tits were being held firm by an expensive M&S bra, the faintest of outline could be seen in the strong fluorescent lighting.

Underneath her tartan A Line skirt was a perfectly groomed sex, a small landing strip befitting of someone her age, she wasn't happily married & in truth her sex was often needing artificial stimulation to keep her urges at bay.

The matching M&S underwear stretched tight across her buttocks, she knew she had put on a little weight, but nothing that the gym sessions would sort out.

The hemline of her panties was contrasting nicely with her patterned tights & her skirt length showed off enough of her thighs to get interest from the right sort of men.

Amanda's low block heels clacked away as she walked back to the sofa & adjusted her knee length skirt before checking her phone again. She was obviously distracted & was scribbling notes on a pad, before she got interrupted.

The barista looked again at her & saw a new figure walking over, the retired man looked like determined & confident & had his eyes firmly fixed on the woman.

Mr Johnstone looked up & moved to the sofa, settling down his own coffee mug, he paused to smile at her, he enjoyed her reaction & then sat opposite her.

He gave the woman a rye smile & gently pushed his hand out towards the table. His own mobile phone rested gently on the table. Their was quick realisation that she was in trouble but for the moment, she contained herself & breathed hard.

"Mandy, we had a deal, your office was told about going after the brotherhood, we have had a truce for over ten years & you fucking come after us"

Amanda hated being called Mandy, she now started to feel a cold panic come across her skin, the coffee was tasting funny, she instantly started to get a headache, she didn't want to think about what might be happening.

Looking at the distinguished older gentlemen she realised that he was in good shape for a retired man & he still held that confidence that he held when he was working as a defence lawyer.

Mandy crossed her legs & pulled her jacket upwards, she felt vulnerable, her Gucci perfume was drifting across the table, the bastard was enjoying this, she sipped on her coffee & composed herself.

"We didn't go after you, Marty & Charlie went digging & I was about to pull the reins in, whatever you have started or your thinking, then we can call re-start the truce can't we".

From the investigation she knew that Mr Johnstone a couple of times was a Guildsman, ex service man & fixer for the Guild back in the day. Every move he did made her more nervous as she sipped her coffee slowly & try to avoid his eye contact.

He lifted up his hand & waived it again, he suddenly realised how much she had grown up since her first days as a beat cop in the old town, dealing with the drunken fights from the old plastics factory at the weekends.

"Detective Inspector, you knew that we would allow the usual Park Girls to be picked up & hauled off to Juvenile detention or county jail, you can even start to stir the pot with the Warriors, fuck knows they need to be kept in check, but you have fucked with the Brotherhood, the elders have already agreed the way forward".

Amanda looked confused as Mr Johnstone listed off Marty, Nicky, Charlie & some nurse that had been mixed up in this investigation, he showed off a picture of his new wife to be & it showed Nicky as a perfect stepford daughter, & Amanda felt another cold shudder across her body as she looked the 1950's style that she was dressed in.

"Mandy, the elders have chosen to set a warning, your seniors in the regional crime team will learnt not to fuck with us again for a long time, of course this warning comes with the knowledge that you & your little band of guinea pigs will just be the warning.

Amanda felt a strange sensation spread across her body, she knew her skin was starting to itch, her breathing was becoming more rapid, she then noticed the thin white powder lining her coffee cup.

The poor detective knew she had been drugged, it had happened once on an undercover operation but this was far worse, she could only guess what the old bastard had planned for her. anything with the Guild was always bad news.

The young barista watched, it would only take seconds but first she watched the middle aged woman spill her coffee everywhere, her hands trembling constantly & then finally they gave up the ability to hold anything between her fingers.

Poor Amanda's lower body suddenly spasming & convulsing as every muscle started to lose any semblance of control, a wet patch was now spreading out from her sex & dripping onto her legs & she now started to collapse onto the floor.

Her older companion was masterful, he had a military way of helping her, unblocking her airway, loosening her scarf, waiting for the real help to arrive, he didn't panic & seemed to be working to military precision.

Mr Johnstone pulled the chest strap hard on the gurney as it slammed into the back of the private ambulance, the poor woman having the fit was moaning now & groaning, her mouth frothing with spit bubbles forming constantly

"The thing is my dear, when in future years, you look at your new life, you will remember that it was your ambition & career driven arrogance, that caused all this, I cannot wait to see the real you when we next meet".

Amanda tried to scream, but nothing happened, the sedative was now fully in effect & she was on her way to the private hospital.