Chapter 3

Saturday night started normally enough if a bit earlier than I was used to. The crowd was a bit different, more of a party atmosphere, and much more diverse. Quite a few looked like they were cosplaying being queer and there was a bigger group of dom/slave couples.

Still, they paid their money, so they made their choices. Business was good and, around midnight I saw someone I had met in a previous life walk into the room. It was one of the traffic cops who had been with Woodsy that day in the pub.

The barmaid saw him, “Here comes the heavy mob, use some of this, quickly!” handing me a jar of Vaseline. I ducked down behind the bar and applied the gel to my false vagina and my anus. When I stood, I was running my hands under the bar tap as he approached us.

“Hey, you, new girl,” he snarled, “It’s time that you found out just who is in charge around here. Come on, we have things to do, and I think you may enjoy it.”

When I came out from behind the bar, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the toilets. The two lots of toilets were off a room with mirrors and vanity benches for all the ‘girls’ to use to touch up their make-up. When we went in there was no-one there and he pulled me towards a mirror which suddenly swung away from the wall. We went through the gap, and it closed again. It must be controlled from somewhere, and I saw a camera mounted on the wall of the area we came to. Quickly looking back, I saw it was a two-way mirror from this side.

He pulled me down some stairs and into a small room where a guy was sitting at a desk with a bunch of screens in front of him. While my likely rapist spoke to him about a vacant room, I noticed that one screen was an overhead view of the part of the bar where the pack of cards was kept.

I had resigned myself to being his sex-slave as long as I found out more so did not resist when we went down a corridor with several doors and was ready for anything when he opened one and we went inside. The room looked like a hotel room with a nice bed, a wardrobe, and a door that stood open to show the toilet and shower inside. He closed the door and took his trousers off. To show willing I went to him and put my hand on his hard dick in his underpants and put my other hand to his neck to pull him to me in a kiss.

Thankfully he didn’t wait for me to undress but pushed me down on the bed and pulled my panties aside to plunge his dick into me, or so he thought. I clung to him and made all the appropriate sounds as he pumped hard and fast, only taking a minute or so before he filled my false vagina with his cum. As he collapsed on me, I whispered that he was fantastic, and I had needed that and then kissed him again.

As he deflated, he pulled out and went into the small bathroom to wipe himself, and then tucked it in his underpants and put on his trousers, saying “Clean yourself up, girl, you have someone else who wants to test your expertise.”

When I came out of the bathroom, he had a long dress laid on the bed. “Put this on, the upstairs uniform does not fit with what we do down here.”

I slid the dress over my head and shook it down my body. He handed me some high-heeled scuffs that matched and, after I was ready to be shown to the new tester, we left the room and went to the door at the end.

Before he opened it, he looked into my eyes. “Betty, what you have seen so far is enough to have you beaten to death if you breathe a word to anyone. Some of those upstairs know about these rooms but only a select few have seen what goes on behind this door. Remember, just the wrong word and you die!”

I nodded and he opened the door to reveal a room that looked like it had been transported from Monaco. It was a full-blown casino with roulette, blackjack and poker tables and the crowd there included several well-known identities from around the area.

An elegantly dressed woman saw us enter and came over to us. “Ah! Betty, we saw how you have handled yourself with the cards over the past week. I’m in need of a new croupier as one had to leave suddenly. Do you think you could do the job? It does pay better, and it is a bit quieter down here.”

This woman, I knew, was Gloria, the recently bereaved wife of Charley.

I said I thought I could do it and was sure I would pass muster as poker had been a way that I paid my way through university, being very neat and an interesting set of constant problems that fitted me down to the ground. She led me to a table.

“Dear friends, let me introduce you to Betty who will try out as a new croupier tonight, please be kind to her as I am sure that she has never done this before.”

The game was draw poker and I saw that the stakes were high. No chips here, just folding money which I then proceeded to take more than I gave out. At the end of an hour, I was relieved and shown where the toilets were. I went in and sat to relieve myself and clean out the copper cum that had hung around long enough to start setting.

As I sat, I went through the layout of this basement in my mind. There must be another entrance as none of the good citizens at the tables had come through the dance club. When I came out, Gloria took me to another table, and I managed to fleece a few more gamblers.

As I worked, I took the opportunity to look around and I realised that, unlike me, none of the other staff had come through the club, so I had better make sure I was added to the numbers as it would allow me to find the way in.

In the early hours of Sunday morning, I was almost swaying on my feet when the copper came up to me and said I needed to head back through the dance club. That way, he said, ensured that anyone monitoring activity at the club would see me go in and come out at closing time. These people were almost anal in their security and that, I could see, was why we never managed to get anything on them.

On the way, though, we stopped off at one of the rooms so I could take the dress off and I had to pretend that I was enjoying the blow job that he wanted. At least he allowed me a swig from a water bottle afterwards.

Upstairs the staff members were cleaning up and the barmaid gave me a hug. “Thank goodness you have made it back again. There are some who went down there who have never been seen again.”

Maybe this was why the turn-over was high. She did not ask me what I had been doing and I did not offer any explanation.

Janice gave me a twenty as I left and told me to report to the ‘Temperance Society Rooms’ in the next block on Monday at six in the evening. I went to bed as the sun was peeping over the rooftops and slept until the afternoon; getting up to take yet another shower trying to wash the copper off me. I made a late lunch, and went out for a walk, intending to find a phone box so that could report my news. I didn’t make my report, though, as I saw a couple more of the traffic branch strolling around. There was no way I would do anything out of the ordinary while I was being watched.

I gave them something to do as I went window shopping and nearly swooned when Sergeant Harris came up to me and asked me if I would like a good time. He obviously didn’t know who I really was and, thinking about that, I realised that even I didn’t know who I really was these days. I chatted with him and told him that I was just a secretary when he asked, and that my boyfriend would be waiting for me for dinner. That seemed to please him, so he bade me farewell and walked off to meet, and chat with, my old pal Woodsy.

I had found our moles, but I still had to find the killer and the crime scene. Monday, I went shopping for some up-market underwear and some lubricant in a small tube that I could put in my bag. Dressed more like I was going out for the evening, I found the ‘Temperance Society’ just before six and took a good look around before I went to the door. The building had quite a good size carpark down one side and looked every inch what it proclaimed to be.

When I got to the door, it opened as I approached, and I looked up to see the camera. Going in I was greeted by a guard I had not seen before, dressed in a proper doorman outfit, and he had a look through my bag as I walked through a metal detector. Once clear I was told to follow the small blue arrows on the wall and they took me down a set of stairs into the basement and then through a door, which opened by itself.

Beyond that it looked a lot older, and I went down another set of stairs that were old stone. I knew that I must be now in the medieval part of the city, and this was borne out by a tunnel that took me under the dance club. When I climbed up another two sets of stairs I emerged into the modern day at a very well-appointed chamber with another uniformed doorman, and a set of screens behind him.

He pointed me to a door marked ‘Staff’ and inside I was directed to the croupier changing room. Here I was given another long dress and heels and told to change in a cubicle. A girl came to me and put my hair up, made sure I looked the business, and gave me a new name tag which now said Elizabeth. I was directed through another door and into the casino. I was allocated a poker table, shown my money tray with some notes already in it, “All counted and ready to go,” and directed to look up where I saw the obvious CCTV domes in the ceiling.

So started my next stage of my career, now realising that one wrong move and I may be literally mincemeat.

Being a Monday, things were quieter. I understood now that if I had not come up to scratch on Saturday night, I may well have been dead by now. This was a tightrope that I could not fall off. As the evening wore on, I found that my avenues of assistance had become fewer.

Among the guests tonight were a few men I had seen before. As I had been shuffled around several stations trying to find somewhere to stay, I had seen a lot of different policemen. What was disconcerting was having six of them, sat in front of me, playing poker. When they had approached my table, Gloria was with them, and she took me aside.

“These guys are a bit special,” she told me, “They come in once a month and they have a credit of a thousand pounds each. Keep good records and, once they reach the limit, tell them that they play on their own money from then. If they win, give them the cash. It’s up to them if they walk out with some in their pockets. Just make sure that you are on the top of your game.”

Over the next couple of hours, I smiled a lot, chatted happily, and took all of the credit from four of them. Once they had reached their limit, they left the table with a little cash and went to the bar for a drink. The other two had won a bit each, and still had a bit of their credit to go, about a couple of hundred each. They also left the table, but I saw them head for Gloria.

I then turned my attention to those who now sat before me. One I recognised as a local real estate baron who had been in the papers over his properties being slums that were rented out at exorbitant rates. I took great pleasure in taking his money.

When Gloria came over with my relief croupier, she told me to go and do what I have to, and then go and see the attendant who looked after the bedrooms. She then told me that two of my previous players had taken a shine to me and had paid for a quarter of an hour of my time.

I went off to the toilets and made sure I lubricated well and left my panties off when I went back out. The guy at the dance-club door showed me the room I was to go in and, when I opened the door, I found the two, better off, inspectors waiting for me with their trousers off and their dicks firm in readiness.

If they had paid for fifteen minutes they had been short-changed. It took less than ten before I walked carefully back to the staff room to wipe my arse and rinse my mouth out as they had taken me in both orifices at the same time. We finished around midnight and Gloria gave me a fifty on the way out, telling me that I was a very good girl to have around.

As I was up and about earlier on Tuesday I went for a walk in the city. I didn’t spot anybody tailing me so went into a newsagent and bought s small packet of envelopes and a letter writing pad of the sort that girls use to write to each other. At the post office I bought some stamps.

I was now unsure of phoning Internal Affairs as I could not be certain that I would not be blown. At home, I sat down and, with a single sheet on a hard surface, wrote up my discoveries to date with all the names that I could remember and put it in an envelope addressed to myself. After putting a stamp on it I made it look like it had been through the post, that is, dirty and crumpled, and dropped it into my own letter box on the way out that night.

Over the next couple of nights, I was trained in the use of the roulette wheel, the correct way to toss the ball and use the long pole to pull in the losing chips. We had chips on the table here, money was just too big to fit. The chips were, however, unmarked, and just four colours: yellow for twenty-five, green for fifty, red for a hundred and black for two fifty.

The players bought from the croupier with cash and cashed in any they had when leaving the table. The payoffs here were a little different as the one who was here to be paid bought a hundred pounds of chips and, miraculously, they seemed to win. Once they had passed the thousand in winnings they cashed in and left. Those that didn’t leave seemed to attract bad luck from then on.

On Thursday I wrote another report and left it, with the other, in my box. I was pretty sure that someone had been into my room during Wednesday evening as some things seemed a bit out of place. All they would have found was a single working girl, making ends meet in any way she could. On the way out to the shops I noticed a contractor putting a new CCTV camera on a light-pole. It was odd that it looked towards the mailbox I would use if I posted any letters.

Thursday evening turned out to be the pay-off night for the local council. I had to give the man in charge of the planning department a blow job, and the one in charge of the sewerage department wanted, you guessed it, to give me one in the arse. That, oddly, gave me as much pleasure as it did him. I wondered if the lifestyle was overtaking me. With my collective bonuses I went shopping on Friday and bought a couple of lovely dresses for every-day use, as well as some more lingerie.

Friday night was different as Gloria was joined by a new face, that I had already seen a picture of. It was Jake Monahan who ran ‘The Kings’ casino in Nottingham. He sat at my poker table for a while and then at the roulette table when I was put on one. He also wanted a blow job in one of the rooms and I made sure he got the premium treatment. I didn’t let on that I knew who he was, and he didn’t tell me. Saturday was a rush with all the local high rollers, and I was walking a bit stiffly when I left, with a hundred in bonuses.

The following week was much the same, except our visitor on Friday evening was Corey Brighton, the manager of the brothel in Nottingham. He also played some poker and took me in one of the rooms, once in my false vagina and, an hour later, in the arse. It looked as if I was being assessed to go to the casino, then, if all else fails, end up on my back eight hours a day in the brothel. Either way they would consider that I was truly theirs to do with as they wished and I would, hopefully, learn more.

I made sure that I got up early on the Sunday as I had an appointment with Jane. She used solvent to remove my false top and bottom, and then I showered, and she covered the places in soothing oil. She then redid my make-up but with a slightly more night look. She told me that her inspector had asked about me, and she had told him that I was someone she had known when we both went to an all-boys school. I told her to be very careful as the rot went deep into the force, and she should trust no-one.

I had an appointment with a hairdresser on Monday and Jane would put my shape back on before I left for work. She didn’t do that as I was approached after leaving the hairdresser by the barmaid. She told me that it was our day for seeing the doctor and not to wear my appliances going into work. It seemed that everyone knew I was not a true girl except the ones who made use of my body.

That evening we opened late as all the staff went, one by one, into one of the bedrooms to see the doctor. He had a thin file on me already and did the usual tests, took some blood, and told me that this was a monthly occurrence to make sure I did not catch anything nasty. He asked me what I was taking for my transition, and when I told him I had not taken any he commented on how well I presented, even without their help. He said he would add some to my regular visits and proceeded to give me an injection into each buttock. The rest of the evening I just worked a roulette table for a few lacklustre gamblers, and we closed early.

Tuesday, I went to see Jane and she put my breasts and butt again, something that felt strangely better. Friday I was told that the next week I was going to help at ‘The Kings’ as they were hosting a big event for charity. I wondered how much the charity would get out of it. She told me to report to the casino front door on Monday morning and they would show me where I would be staying. Of course, this being a licenced casino, there was no need for secret entrances. Friday saw me leave with a cash bonus and Saturday I took home another hundred on top of my weekly pay packet. There had been a bank account raised under Elizabeth Scone, so I was putting my wages straight into that and living off the bonuses.

Sunday, I took my reports out of my post box and put a rubber band around them. I took them, knocked on Janes’ door and she invited me in for a cup of coffee. I gave her the two envelopes and told her that, if she read what they contained, she was in as much danger as I was. I told her to only give them to Inspector Andover, in Loughborough, if I disappeared. I told her that I would be in Nottingham for a week or so and that I would call on her when I got back. I crossed my fingers when I said that and thought ‘If I get back’.

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