Chapter 1
I suppose that I should have expected that my first day in the CID office in Loughborough Police Station would follow my previous days through school, university, and the Police College.
“Sorry, son, the juvenile court is in the next building.”
These were the first words spoken to me as I reported for my first shift on the detective roster. I had been fast-tracked from the Police College due to my intelligence and almost manic need for closure that enabled me to concentrate on a problem until it was solved. I had spent some time in a number of small villages around the County of Leicester before being transferred to the detectives. Actually, it was a long line of transfers that stretched behind this particular one as I had excelled where-ever I had been put, but my superiors had never managed to consider me a true copper.
I stood my ground this morning, though.
“I’m here to report to Inspector Andover to be assigned my duties”.
“By God, I must be getting to be an old copper when a newbie looks like a child,” the voice continued. “I’m Detective Sergeant Harris, and I will introduce you to him.”
He led me across to an office, knocked on the door, then opened it.
“Boss, your new Detective Constable is here, and I suggest that, as he is undersized, you should throw him back into the water.”
He waved me into the office and, as I went in, I heard the gale of laughter that billowed behind my back as I closed the door. The Inspector looked at me and I looked back.
“I asked for the best candidate for my vacancy, and they sent you!” he glowered. “Let me look at your file.”
He browsed through my file as I stood there feeling a wave of shame flow through me. It wasn’t my fault that I was well into my twenties but still looked like a teenager. It wasn’t my fault that I was barely the minimum height for the force. It wasn’t my fault that my voice never broke properly. I was about to turn around and walk away from my career when he put the folder down and asked me to sit.
“Constable Boon,” he started, “Looking at your file I see an intelligent and dedicated officer who has always given his best but could never stay anywhere for very long. Why is that? Please feel free to tell me the truth.”
I decided that I would make it plain. “Sir, my previous superiors always maintained the concept of me that your Sergeant has, and never allowed me to work anything other than juvenile crimes, littering or school talks. They thought that the kids would relate to me as I was so close to them in looks. I may be small, but I am a stickler for neatness and closure, and will worry at a problem like a dog on a bone, if given the chance. All I ask is for you to give me that chance as I do not believe there is anywhere else that they can transfer me to, except out of the force.”
“Come with me, I think I have just the job for you,” he said, getting up and leading me to the door.
He ushered me out and then spoke loudly.
“Listen up, this is Detective Constable Boon and I have looked at his file and decided that he may fit in to this pigsty very well. As you can see, although I noted his Black Belt on his file, he cannot really go out and hassle our local criminal element. As such, I am going to put him in charge of this office to oversee its tidiness and to make sure everything is under control. He will also monitor and file your crime reports and keep the murder book, should we have one. He is not, I repeat not, your tea maker or pencil sharpener but he will be the one who makes sure that we have tea and pencils in stock. Anybody got any questions?”
And so began my first day as a detective, consigned to be the office girl. What I had not realised then, but came to recognise later, was how much more the job entailed. As the weeks passed, the rest of the team began to understand that they would have whatever they needed, when they needed it. I was also able to streamline their filing which allowed them to access any written records as soon as they required them, although much of the records were kept on computers. What I discovered was that I got to read every report written about every crime that was being investigated.
Before long, my head was filled with multiple problems which kept me fully occupied. I had flashes in inspiration but had learned not to announce my deductions to the world. Instead, I tried to put myself into a position where I could nudge the other detectives.
The occasional, “I wonder why he said that?” or, “Doesn’t that scene look a bit odd to you?” would be enough to put them onto the right track. As our success rate went up, so did my popularity to the point where I started to get invited to the after-case pub sessions.
Of course, sooner or later I would be picked on as a likely candidate for the affirmation of some bully’s’ ego. It happened at a get-together of me and three other detectives at our usual watering hole, after a particularly complex case that had turned out to be merely one where the bad guy was a bit too greedy and had left a few, very small, clues.
The four of us were sitting at a table when six off-duty traffic coppers walked in. Everyone knew everyone except me, so the first thing that a great hulk of muscle and fat said was, “Bloody hell, one of the ‘D’s has brought his son with him. On kiddy duty tonight, are we?”
My companions smiled and one replied, “Woodsy, we would like to introduce DC Albert Boon, a very well-respected member of our office and definitely not a kiddy.”
Woodsy laughed along with his companions. “Ye gods, when did they let toddlers join the defectives? Things are so bad they can’t recruit real men, eh?”
I stood up to reveal my whole five and a half. “OK, real man; I will not allow my fellow officers to be insulted like that. Want to take this outside?”
He gave a great bellow of laughter and went to put my lights out but found himself on his face with my foot on his neck inside a couple of seconds.
I looked at his companions and asked, “Anyone else have something to add?”
They all shook their heads, and I stepped back while they helped their champion to his feet and left the pub in a hurry. My fellow officers were beside themselves with glee and I was informed that I had just put down the biggest bully on the force.
One had captured it all on his phone and he sent it off to everyone on his call list. By the time we got back to the office I had become the toast of the team. One of the guys had already printed a picture of me with my foot on the neck of the bully with the words ‘Our Weedy versus Their Woodsy’ superimposed on it and it had been pinned up on our notice board for all to see.
The Inspector was not happy, or, at least, tried to show he was not happy, but my fellow drinkers assured him that it was all in self-defence and, when he got to see the full video, had to agree to the point where he shouted at the Traffic Division Chief Inspector to keep his bullies under control when a complaint of unprovoked attack was put forward.
Thus, I got the nick-name of Weedy, not for the first time, but it was the first time it had been said in respect, rather than scorn. We carried on with our jobs as before and, whenever the traffic guys walked into any pub we were in, they always turned and walked out again, whether I was there or not. The guys revelled in the reputation, and I hardly ever had to buy the round after that time. The other thing that happened was that they would include me in arresting the felons in some of the cases we were finalising. Of course, anyone who tried to run thought that it was easy to run through me, mainly ending with them on the floor and handcuffed.
Although I still had not been a part of a team to investigate a particular case, I had become a part of every team and had input into every case after I had sussed out wrinkles that the others had not been aware of, due to my being able to read every report coming through.
I was now in my element. A proper copper after all and the Inspector was happy that he had kept me, instead of throwing me back, as suggested. Mind you, Sergeant Harris never really warmed to me as I had usurped some of his responsibilities, and he was not happy about that.
Then we had a body discovered in a shallow grave in bushes alongside the cycleway through Shepshed Cutting. This was in the Charnwood Forest boundaries. The cutting had been both the site of a railway and also a canal but was now a walking and cycling path. The body had already been disturbed by wildlife and had been there long enough to be partially decomposed. When the Inspector called everyone together to tell us that it was our case, he said that we had got it because our good success rate had been noted by the bigwigs in headquarters.
This time I was picked to be part of the team investigating the case and had to write up and maintain the ‘murder book’, the physical notes on the case. I also had to collate the autopsy report, the crime scene report, and the various photos. The first thing to stand out was that the body was a male but no longer had a penis or testes and the autopsy concluded that they had been removed before death. The conclusion was that, as there were no other obvious wounds, the victim had bled to death from the wound in his groin. Also missing was all the teeth and fingers. That makes it difficult to identify the body.
Another thing found was that there were fibres of a common plastic rope on the wrist and ankle areas so he may have been tied before he was killed. They didn’t find any remains of drugs in the body so he may well have been fully conscious when he had been castrated.
While we waited to see if they could extract DNA and do a trace, we went through the missing persons lists. Nothing stood out in the height and age, and it looked as if we were looking at a case where the victim was either not missed or not reported as missing. Finally, the DNA came through and we had a match. The match came from a paternity case and the person in question was now known to be Charley Kraft, a forty-seven-year-old businessman from nearby Rempstone.
A couple of our guys went to see his wife Gloria and came back to report that she had not seemed overly upset to learn of his death. She had told them that her husband was a womaniser, and any one of twenty husbands would have been happy to kill him if they could get away with it. She told them that the last time she had seen her husband was when she drove him to the Leicester Airport at Stoughton, where he kept a small plane. She had said that she thought he was going to fly to Europe somewhere on business, but she said that he had done that often. “Probably got some floozy or two shacked up in France or Spain,” she had told them.
At Stoughton we found that his plane had left the airport some six weeks previously, but no-one could remember actually seeing him. We sent out requests and finally tracked the plane, still on the ground at an airport near Madrid. Again, the landing was logged but no-one could remember actually seeing the pilot. Asking airports along the way we found that the plane had been refuelled on Jersey, but the fuel guys said the pilot had gone for a walk while they were pumping the fuel.
It was now down to getting enough facts to get close to the truth. Murders are usually How, Where Why and Who. We already had the how, just needed to get the other three. We found that he was a director of a registered company called Flush Limited.
There were other directors listed; Gloria Kraft being one of them. The others were Maurice Young, Corey Brighton, Jake Monahan, and Janice Hetherington. Janice was in the system with a record for procuring and prostitution; Jake was there with quite a long sheet that included assault and grievous bodily harm.
Following the threads, we had Flush Limited being the parent company to four ‘clubs’. One, here in Loughborough, was called ‘The Aces’ and was classed as a members only card playing club. That was locally understood to be poker. There were two in Nottingham; ‘The Jacks’ was a registered brothel and ‘The Kings’ a registered casino. The final one in Leicester was a LBGTQ haven called ‘The Queens’ but was registered as a dance club.
Further looking saw that ‘Aces’ was managed by Morrie Young, ‘Jacks’ by Corey Brighton, ‘Kings’ by Jake Monahan and ‘Queens’ by Janice Hetherington. My instinct kicked in immediately; a flush in poker is five cards of the same suite and a Royal Flush was ace, king, queen, jack and ten.
I looked high and low on the company records but found no company that would fit the criteria with ‘The Tens’ as the name or even anything close, number wise. We set to trying to get as much information as we could and found that all of those who would profit from the death had alibis as long as your arm for the period around the victim being last seen.
We mounted ‘inspections’ on the clubs with the assistance of the local authorities but found nothing. It all pointed to law-abiding businesses, operating under the local laws, and seemingly earning good profits that were now only split five ways, instead of six. They had kept putting his cut into his bank up to the day we told his wife of his death.
We left it a few weeks and then made raids on the clubs and his house with the drug and vice squad on hand. Nothing untoward was found anywhere, something that made my teeth grind. All the while I was left in the office to co-ordinate things but finally, when everyone else had gone home for the day, I knocked on the Inspectors door and asked if he had a few minutes.
He asked me what I wanted to speak about.
“Sir, we did unannounced inspections of those clubs, and they were squeaky clean. We then did raids of the house and clubs and found nothing. We are talking about gambling and brothels and there was not a single thing out of place. No drugs: not even a baggie of weed and we are talking about at least one building full of prostitutes.”
He looked at me. “I see where you are going with this. They knew we were coming, didn’t they?”
I nodded my head and we both knew it meant we had a bad cop in our own office who gave the early warnings.
“I was afraid of this. I need to think about where we go from here. If I organise something, would you be prepared to go under cover? None of the suspects have seen you but we will have to give you a good disguise and cover story that would not make you stand out to our own team. If we do this, I am going to have it announced that you have requested an immediate transfer and that I have accepted it.”
When I went home that night, I thought on the fact that I may soon be doing proper police work, under cover, even. The prospect excited me. Over the next few days, we carried on as usual and then I had a note one morning, in my desk drawer that said, ‘See me tonight’.
I stayed at my desk, working, until everyone had gone and then the door to the inspectors’ office opened and he beckoned for me to come and sit down.
“I’ve spoken to Internal Affairs and have been given permission by the Chief Constable to mount an undercover operation to try to solve the Kraft murder and, along the way, get a line on our mole. Here is a phone number for you to remember – it will be easy as you just remember ‘bad weed’ and you have it. Here is an address in Nottingham; the vice squad there have a small group that act as bait for predators. They are all about your size and all are black belts, like yourself.”
I sat there and wondered just how I was going to infiltrate the Flush Empire and he then gave me the way in. “The vice squad in Leicester have told me that the ‘Queens’ is always on the look-out for new staff as they have a pretty high turn-over. After ten days with the squad in Nottingham, they will take you down to Leicester and install you in a shared accommodation with one of their own so that you can front up to the club and ask for a job. If it doesn’t work, we will have to try and think of something else. If you find anything out, just ring the number and there will be someone on the other end who can take your message.”
I cleared my personal items from my desk, and he escorted me from the building after I had handed in my warrant card and keys.
“Good luck, son,” he said, shaking my hand. “Just get up to Nottingham first thing in the morning, they will want to get started on you as soon as they can. I am told that the process they have can take a little while to master.”
I found it a little hard to get to sleep that night but was up, bright and early the next day and at the railway station with just cash in my pocket; everything else was in a box in my room. At the Nottingham Station I took a bus a few bus-stops away from my destination and walked in a round-about way to the address. When I knocked on the door it was opened by a gorgeous girl in a short denim skirt and a peasant blouse.
I told her my name, and she smiled.
“Welcome Albert, I am Suzi Schwimmer, and I will be your guide today.”
She giggled and closed the door behind me before taking me through the house where another girl was waiting.
“This is Jane Doe,” she laughed. “You will be staying with her in Leicester. She has worked at ‘The Queens’ from time to time and will help you get into the place. Firstly, though, we have to make you ready, and I can see that some of that will be easy, other parts may not be. Did they tell you what we are going to do?”
I said that I was totally in the dark and, unless they could add about fifty pounds to my weight and a good six inches to my height, I could not see any way I would be useful to a club.
They both laughed at that.
“Oh, that’s precious,” Suzi said. “The weight and height that you are now is perfect for your new life as a girl. It’s the only way you can get a job there as they seem to have a very high turn-over. We start now by you needing to strip right down for us to work on your body.”
I know that I blushed as I felt the heat in my cheeks.
“A girl,” I cried. “How on earth am I going to pass as a girl. I’ve never wanted to be a girl and don’t have the slightest idea of what it takes. I didn’t have any sisters and my mother died when I was very young so just had my father who brought me up.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” she said. “Like I said, some of it will be easy. We will have you looking so much like a girl by lunch you could go into town and only turn heads of those who admire your looks. It will take the rest of the ten days to get you acting and thinking the part.”
Marianne Gregory © 2025
Chapter 2
“Why so long?” I asked.
“Look,” she said. “We can make you fool a guy inside a couple of days, but you will have to be able to fool girls in the club that you are one of them and they can spot a fake a mile away. Before we take you down you will be tested out here to see if you can pass the girl test.”
When I got to my underpants, I hesitated, and Jane laughed.
“Carry on, we’re all guys here at the moment.”
I blinked, and she added. “That’s right, both of us are really guys and you, too, will look as good as we do, by the time we’re finished with you.”
When I was stark naked, they made me stand while they measured me all over. There was a beauticians’ bed in the room, and I was made to lay on it while they proceeded to pull every hair out of my body, one by one. Well, it felt like it, but they used some electric machine that made me smell burnt flesh for an hour or more.
Thankfully they didn’t use it on my pubes but used a pair of electric clippers to give me very short stubble. Jane told me that it didn’t matter there because there would be a covering. The electric machine was back again but on a lower setting as they worked on my face, removing any whiskers I may have had. By lunchtime I had been given a flowery smelling bath and rubbed all over with soothing oils. Only then was I given a bathrobe and allowed to eat some salad.
After lunch Suzi told me that it would be my last chance to pee standing up for a while as I would need to sit after this afternoon. I made the most of it and gave it a little shake, saying, “See you later, old fella.”
That afternoon they put me into a pair of panties that were so tight I had to push my testes into my body to make them fit. My ‘old boy’ was inserted into a sleeve and pushed between my legs as the panties were pulled up. They had padding on the butt as well as a gap where I could go to the toilet and Jane glued the butt seam and top edge to my torso so that I could not easily take them off. Suzi then totally surprised me by putting a couple of fingers into my make-believe vagina and wiggling them. She told me that I could have a man make love to me and that he would never realise that I wasn’t a woman as long as I had made sure there was some lubrication there first.
I asked why I would have a man want to make love to me, and was told that, although the club was LGTBQ, there were men around, and I may be ‘tried out’ by one of the bouncers first. Jane said that the one she had only wanted to give her one in the arse.
I was then given my very first set of breasts which Suzi told me were good for a month or so. After that I was able to put on proper panties and a matching bra and, when I looked into the mirror, I looked like a girl from the neck down. During the afternoon they gave me a manicure, pedicure, false nails, lashes, and a whole new concept of what I was in for.
I had to sit quietly while they gave my already long hair some extensions and then I had a hair wash and shaping. After that it was pierced ears, trimmed eyebrows and make-up, Jane explaining that, because I didn’t know how to do it yet, she would give me stains so that I would not need to touch it up for some weeks. Finally, they used a hypodermic syringe to put stuff in my lips to make them fuller. Before I was allowed to look at myself, they put me in a shift dress.
When I looked in the mirror I asked, “Who’s that girl?” and they both gave me a hug.
“That girl is you, and your name is Elizabeth Scone. We have a complete set of documents for you in that name which just needs the photos added. She took some pictures of me with different looks on my face so that the photo IDs did not look as if they were all done at once. We then had some shoes to try and walk in. By dinner time I was able to walk on the two-inch heels without falling over and the girls were happy with my voice once I stopped trying to talk in a lower register.
The front doorbell rang, and Jane handed me a couple of notes, saying, “You get it, that will be the pizza guy and this is your first test.”
I swallowed hard and went and opened the door. There was a young guy there with three pizza boxes.
“Hi there, you’re a new girl, will you be staying long enough for me to ask you out?”
I told him that I was only here a week but to give me a call. I gave him the money and shut the door, leaning back on it I whispered, “What did I just say?”
Jane smiled and told me that I had passed the first test with flying colours, talking to the lad easily and even flirting a little. Eating the pizza, they constantly reminded me to eat small mouthfuls and to always keep a tissue on hand to wipe my fingers.
That evening they gave me a much nicer dress to wear, and the heels went up another inch. It was a couple of hours of walking, talking sitting and standing before I was allowed to go to bed. I was shown my room and given a nightdress to wear with the earlier bathrobe.
Before I was allowed to get into bed, I was given a short course in removing my clothes and properly hanging them and then the proper way to wash my face before bed. Jane told me that with the stains I didn’t need make-up removal, but I did need to keep my face clean. A short course on looking after my new hair in bed and I was allowed to put the nightie on and try to get some sleep.
I actually slept well and was already awake when Suzi knocked on my door, coming in with a bunch of clothes.
“This is your work-out gear, put it on and we will meet you at the door in twenty minutes.”
A quick pee, sitting down now, and a gargle and I put on the stretch panties, sports bra, and sweats. My hair had been in a ponytail to sleep so I left it alone and went down. Ten minutes later we were pounding along a path in a nearby park and I felt the cool morning air on my face. It was a strange feeling how my breasts and butt moved as we ran but I got used to it. An hour later we stopped at a little café where we went in for breakfast. The chap behind the counter asked what ‘you girls’ wanted, and we ordered a light breakfast. Jane had her purse with her and paid for us all.
All the time we were out we were chatting. It took me a while to catch on as they were talking about dresses, shoes, bands, boys they had known and, as we saw them, rated the boys we passed. By the time we got back to the house I was making up stories of my own and was even looking closely at the boys we passed so I could give an honest rating.
The rest of the day passed with me being the model in a fashion show with everything I wore being explained on how one wears it and why. There was a lot to learn. Of course, every change of outfit must have a different style of shoe and, by dinnertime, I was able to walk short distances in four inch heels, as long as they were a block heel and the ankle was supported.
The following day was a repeat of the run in the morning and then, back at the house, I was told to go and dress for a day at the shops, keeping in mind that I would need to be able to try things on. Jane told me that there was a good budget set aside for this, so I was to ‘have fun’ while we were in the city.
We went and got on a bus, me in a sweater, jeans, and two-inch pumps. At this time, I had nothing else to carry. By the end of the day, I had several bags, as did the others, and was now carrying a handbag with a new purse in it. We had added some cheaper jewellery and a few pairs of new earrings, and I had spent some time, feeling very self-conscious in a perfume department of a large store while we decided which aroma was ‘me’.
Back at the house there was a small parcel on the steps, and I now had my new identity. I was now Elizabeth Scone and even had a hospitality workers union card that listed my name as Betty Buns. With the butt I now had I suppose that it fitted. By the end of the fifth day, I was classed as ready for my first big test and, lo and behold, we had pizza again. The lad asked me out that night, and I told him that he could drop over about eight. The girls got me ready in more ways than one, and I wondered why they went to all the trouble.
I found out why after we had been to see a picture and he had taken me to a pub where we had a drink and danced to the DJ. By now I was feeling that I was a very lucky girl indeed and later, before he took me back to the house, we had a smooching session in his little car. This turned into something else again and I had to tell him I was having my period. He said it didn’t matter and I found myself on his back seat, parked in a dark lane, with my knees up near my ears and his dick plunged deep into my well lubricated arse.
The others were sitting in the lounge watching TV. They sat there in their nighties and dressing gowns and asked me how it went. I said that it was interesting and that, by the end of the evening, all I wanted was his dick in me, and I had never done anything like that before.
“Did you like it?” asked Suzi.
I thought a bit and said that I had rather enjoyed it, and that I had a mini orgasm myself and that I needed to go to the bathroom to wipe myself. They told me to come back after I had changed into my nightie and I returned to the lounge, somewhat tidier than when I last left it. I had cleaned my backside with tissues after he had come but had not bothered with my own emissions. Back in the lounge I was asked to go through the evening as I remembered it.
When I got to the smooching, and then the sex Jane said, “We do have to make a little admission here. The reason you felt horny was due to some powder we sprinkled on your pizza while you were washing your hands.”
“It’s some stuff we confiscated from one of the pimps. He told us that they used it on new girls just off the boat to stop them getting uptight the first time. It does work well, doesn’t it?”
I said that it may even have an after effect as I had made a date with the pizza boy for tomorrow evening, and that I had said that I wanted a repeat performance.
Jane held her finger up. “No, you don’t, my girl. Tomorrow night you tell him that you are still sore from his humungous dick and that all he will get is a blow job. That will be your next test. No drugs, just you and a dick in the back of his car and we want you to try to remember what it tastes like. We will know if you are making it up because we have both tasted him.”
After our run the next morning I was made to practise my technique with a banana, turning it into a bit of a playact. Jane then filled an old sauce squeeze bottle with milk and squeezed it hard past my lips while I still had the banana in my mouth so that I had to swallow with a mouth full. We had beheaded three bananas before I got it right. At least the poor lad would not be going to hospital tonight. I was told to go into town by myself to get used to being a woman alone. It took a while to get used to the looks, but I knew that I could look after myself. I went into a post office and set up a ‘post restante’ in the name of Elizabeth Scone ‘as I will be overseas for a few months’.
That evening, I was told to wear the sexiest underwear I had so that I felt sexy from the inside. Then I had the shortest skirt and a blouse with a very deep cleavage. To say the lad was overcome with joy that evening was an understatement. He took me to a nice bar where we drank and danced until he could stand it no longer. At sex time he took the alternative happily and when I took him into my mouth, he was even happier; twice.
When I kissed him goodnight, I told him that I was going away and was unlikely to be back and I could see that he was sad as he drove away. I had tears in my eyes as well as I was starting to like him, a lot. I was able to describe the taste to the satisfaction of my interrogators and even captured the slight difference the second time around.
“Maybe it was because the first load had aged a little longer,” I surmised.
They both rolled their eyes and Jane asked, “What on earth have we created here?”
The next day it was time for me to meet the girls. Jane and Suzi got themselves dressed in slut gear and I looked very similar. I was told that it was the arrest of predators tonight but that I was not classed as a serving officer so I should keep out of the way. Of course, it didn’t go to plan when a carload of drunken youths tried to molest every girl on the corner, and I had to deck a guy trying to crush me. When the girls called up the van, I was told to stay out of the way so I mingled with the other streetwalkers, most of whom told me I was too pretty to be on the game and to get away as soon as I could.
All in all, it was a good evenings’ work. Jane and Suzi were told to take me somewhere nicer than their street corner and to make sure that I met a good man, rather than a pimp.
The following day I was driven, by Jane, down to Leicester and to her shared accommodation. She showed me the bed-sit that I would be living in and gave me the keys. She said that the weekend we would spend some time in the ‘Queens’ and would see what happens. I thought I was ready for anything, but I certainly was not ready for the inside of ‘The Queens’ when we got there.
Lurid, garish, over the top does not go anywhere close. When the special lighting came on the walls were adorned with highly explicit sexual drawings that could not be see under normal light. They seemed to have a life of their own as the lights played over them.
Jane and I were dancing when a large and well-endowed woman tapped her on the shoulder, and shouted over the music, “Nice to see you Jane, who’s your friend?”
Jane yelled, “Good to see you, too, Boobs. This is Betty and it’s her first time here.”
Boobs, AKA Janice, yelled, “Does she have a union card?” and Jane nodded.
That was really all it took for me to be asked to turn up on Monday morning for a run through of my duties when they opened that night. I was in! Well, it did take a bit more. Janice took us to a sound-proofed office where she asked me questions, and looked at my ID.
A couple of the questions were a bit odd, though. Why would she ask me if I played cards if all I was going to do was be a waitress? Part of that question was answered on the Monday morning. There was a set of cards on the bar and, sometimes, I was told, customers would request that the barmaid play a hand of draw poker with them. If they won, they would get a free drink, but I was not told the consequence of them losing.
I made especial note of the layout of the place while it was in normal lighting. As far as I could see, the layout took up the whole footprint of the building so there was no room for secret rooms. The ground floor was all dance area plus toilets and a cloakroom, bar, and kitchen, with the associated stores and cold areas. Upstairs was, I was told, offices and Janices’ own quarters. My duties would be just to take orders for drinks or eats, and then find the customer carrying a tray with their order. This meant that I would have to be very careful in noting their looks when they ordered. The order slips were kept so that payment was made when they left. I was told that I may have to stand in for the usual barmaid if she needed to go to the toilet. No mention was made of why the turn-over was so high.
On Monday evening I dressed in the uniform I had been given and, with a coat over the top, I went into work. Well, I was not going to parade on the street in a bra and very short skirt over black mesh stockings with the garter straps in full view, would you? There was a name tag waiting for me when I logged on, with the name ‘Betty Buns’, and I clipped it to my bra strap. There were two other girls on waitressing as well as the barmaid so I hoped that I would be given at least a little while to get up to speed.
As soon as the doors opened, we had a crowd surge in, most of them seemed to want food so we were all run off our feet right from the start. I managed to hold my own and found that the hardest thing was finding the customer in a heaving mass of people while balancing a tray.
I had been issued with good earplugs, so the noise wasn’t too bad. Towards midnight the barmaid told me it was my turn to stand in while she took a break, so I was, at last, able to stand still for a while and ease my feet on my heels. I did all right serving the drinks and then a guy came up and asked if I would play a hand of cards with him. I found it a little hard playing while still keeping an eye on the bar but, over the course of five hands, I won three to his two.
His face went ashen when I laid down my aces, and he asked for his two drinks to be double scotches, which he downed like there was no tomorrow. A bouncer came up and stood next to him, and together they went off towards the toilets. The next time I saw him was just before we closed, and he came out of the toilets and walked a little oddly to the cloakroom to get his coat. What was weirder was the fact that Janice gave me a tenner at the end of my shift, telling me I had done very well for my first night, but that I may not have too many wanting to take me on at the poker game for a while.
By the end of the week, I had the system sorted. I had learned to keep tabs on my customers as they moved through the dancing crowd so was able to track them quicker. I had a few more wanting to play a hand but the guys always stopped after I won two. I knew better than to ask why this was, as I was sure that it would all be revealed as time went on.
Saturday night was a watershed evening as I met one of our friendly traffic cops, and also found out where the secret rooms were, the hard way!
Marianne Gregory © 2025
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’.
Marianne Gregory © 2025
Chapter 4
Monday morning, I packed a bag and took the train to Nottingham. I found ‘The Kings’ and knocked on the door. Jake, himself, opened it and beckoned me in. It had the usual set-up with cameras and screens, but nothing was turned on at the moment, so there was no record of me arriving.
He gave me an unexpected hug and then led me to some stairs. On the upper floor it looked like the place had once been a hotel, and he showed me into a room that would put the hotel rooms I had been in to shame. It was, I suppose you could say, over the top. Much of what I could see was bright pink and the rest was rich red.
“This is a whores’ room.”
He laughed. “That’s exactly what it normally was but, for madam, it is your home for the next week or so. I promise you that you will not need to use any of your excellent skills while you are here, with me.”
He showed me the ensuite which had a big tub as well as a shower. It was fully equipped with anything a girl would need to feel and smell good. There was a walk-in robe with a range of clothing for all occasions. Well, if the occasion called for seduction and not much else. He told me that he had made sure all of it was in my size and that there may be an occasion where I would need to wear some of it ‘to uphold the dignity of the establishment’ and I just had to giggle at that.
I put my bag on the bed to unpack later and took my coat off. To my surprise he came up to me and held me in his arms and kissed me, I mean, really kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back and we played pitty-patty with our tongues.
When he pulled back, he looked me in the eyes.
“Betty, no – Elizabeth, I know that you have been, and in some ways are, still a boy. However, the night I saw you in ‘The Queens’ gaming room I thought that you were the sexiest girl I had seen, and I have seen my fair share. You gave me the best blow job I have had in many a year, and it did not look as if you didn’t enjoy it. If you don’t like this room to sleep in, let me show you somewhere else you may like to lay your pretty head.”
He went to a connecting door and opened it to reveal a very normal bedroom with an enormous bed.
“I can’t wait to try that out.”
He pulled me towards it, saying that waiting is not an option. By the time lunch came around he had come three times, once in my mouth and twice in me, and I had experienced the most staggering dry orgasm that I had ever had.
In the end I had to kiss him and wriggle out of the bed.
“Now that we’ve explored each other, perhaps I should shower and you can show me the rest of the place.”
I heard his muffled voice. “I suppose you’re right.”
I picked up my clothes and walked naked, back into the pink room.
I had a long shower and put on fresh underwear. Looking at the wardrobe I saw an outfit that would be ideal for a croupier and put it on, finding a pair of heels that went with it. I did a little bit of make-up to accentuate my eyes and knocked on the connecting door, calling “Are you there Jake?”
He called me to come in and he was just zipping up his suit pants.
“Oh, good,” he said, “You’re dressed perfectly for this afternoon as there may not be much time for you to change before the evening session.”
He put on his suit coat, and I straightened his tie for him, and he smiled.
“That’s nice; you act like a wife I never had, but rut like every whore I have ever known. In fact, you are almost the perfect woman.”
I laughed and kissed his cheek.
“Yes boss, anything you say boss. I can take that kind of talk any day you like.”
He took my hand, and we left the upper floor to go down to the business area. There was a huge gambling area with all the usual items, a luxurious lounge area, bar and a proper dining room where some girls were laying tables. We sat at one and were given lunch.
As we were eating, he asked me about my time in ‘The Queens’. I told him that indoctrination was a bit of a surprise, but it had been worth it. I said that Gloria was a good boss but surely a lady as good looking as she would have a husband somewhere. He told me that she did, indeed, have a husband but that he was recently deceased. I said I was sorry to hear that, and that the poor woman must have been devastated.
He looked serious.
“Elizabeth, you need to keep this between us as too many questions about her husband can lead to unfortunate outcomes for you. Just let it be said that he was a nasty piece of shit, a womaniser and, I believe, much worse. His death made us all breathe a sigh of relief and I think that Gloria has come out of her shell since he left us. He was the overall owner of our clubs, but it has been us managers who made them work. All he did was spend time at his little film studio; ‘Tens’, he called it. We now refer to it as ‘Past Tens’ and we may look to make better use of the space later. That’s all you need to know and that is more than anyone outside our little group does know so, like I say, keep your thoughts to yourself and you can’t go wrong.”
After our meal he needed to go and sort some stuff out in his office, leaving me to explore the gaming area by myself. Of course, I needed to mull over what he had told me, and it came down to a couple of glaring facts. The first was now I had the fifth card of the Flush Limited but did not have a location, yet. Secondly, I wondered, did he cause the high turn-over of staff? Things that had been said like “some went down there never to be seen again” made me wonder. There were no records of lots of missing girls but, by the same token, he could have been picking on girls that wouldn’t be missed. I stopped when I thought, girls like me. The next thought I had that stopped me in my tracks was the notion that he had been making snuff movies and that the last one may well have been the one he starred in.
The last thing that crossed my mind was that everyone left benefited from his death and I may well have been sucking a killers’ cock this morning. His file did have his nickname as ‘Mac the Knife’ from his early days as an enforcer for a big city mob. Gloria did not have a nickname on file, but now I thought the term ‘Black Widow’ would fit.
I continued to look around the place, noting the very well-appointed toilets and the staff relaxation area. I was just coming out of that room when Gloria came in and she asked me where Jake was. I told her that he said he would be in his office. She told me that a couple of cars were pulling up as she was coming in and would I do the honours of welcoming the guests and take them to the dining room.
I went to the front door where a doorman now stood with all the screens on. At the threshold I welcomed the group to ‘The Kings’ asked them to follow me and took them through to the dining room where the staff there took over and got them seated with drinks. I went back to the front door and the doorman gave me an earbud so that he could let me know when others arrived. I had only just put it in when another car pulled up and more guests stepped out. For the next half an hour I acted as if I owned the place, chatted with several very well-known Nottingham dignitaries, smiled nicely at the Assistant Commissioner and more than a few Chief Inspectors.
I was just greeting the Mayor when Jake joined me.
The Mayor smiled, “I was just saying to your lovely wife how good it was for you to host the charity function,” and Jake put his arm around me as he replied.
“It would not be as good as it will be without my Elizabeth.”
As we walked him and his party towards the dining room, I put my hand to my ear and then laid it on Jakes’ arm, saying “Jake, darling, could you look after the Mayor? I have just heard that the Sherriff has just pulled up.”
Once we had the guests seated, I was looking over the assembled throng when Gloria joined me. “You seem to have landed on your feet here,” she said, nastily.
“Gloria, I was just looking around, and people started to arrive. I just did my job as a hostess, isn’t that what I am here for? I may be needed to relieve some of these people of their money, but I was at the door on my own for quite a while. If it looked like I was an important person, it may have just been the image they wanted to see. No person in a powerful job would want to be greeted by a flunky.”
Her face softened and she finally smiled.
“For a guy you think like a woman, act like a woman, and talk like a woman. From what has been said you can also make love like a woman. I think that Jake may have eyes for you and that would be good for him. Despite his past he is a good guy at heart and, if I wasn’t already taken, I may have loved him myself.”
As she spoke Morrie Young, from ‘The Aces’ came up to her, “Hello, darling, sorry I’m late,” before he kissed her deeply.
After he let her go, he looked at me, “Well, well, well, who do we have here?”
Gloria introduced me and he looked me up and down.
“Who would ever have thought it? I’ve seen some good shemales in my time but you, dear, take the cake. If I wasn’t so much in love with Gloria, I would throw you over my shoulder and take you upstairs,”
I smiled nicely. “I don’t think Jake would appreciate that happening, especially not this week.”
We then went to take our seats. When I looked, I saw Jake waving for me to go and sit beside him, so I did so, much to the look of astonishment and then anger on Morries’ face. I was going to have to watch that one. I wondered if he and Gloria were the ones to kill Charley.
The meal went well. Several people stood and spoke about the need for the charity to get the maximum return during the week. I found that the club was putting up half of its profit and it would be up to us croupiers to make that a good figure.
After the meal we all went into the gaming area where the gaming staff had arrived and set up and they started gambling. I was on a roulette table with the Mayor and most of the council playing. They lost consistently until the Mayor started to look angry and then they, or more he, began to win a bit back. I needed to keep up a chat with them to take their minds off their losses. After a break I was on a poker table for a while. Near eleven, Jake stood up and announced a figure that the charity had gained that night and there was a cheer. I had a quick tot up in my mind and realised that, instead of half the profit, it was nearer a third.
As the guests looked like leaving, Jake took me to the front door to farewell them and thank them for being such good sports. Gloria and Morrie were there as well and we were all smiles as we saw everyone off, Gloria and Morrie leaving last.
With just Jake and I and the house staff we closed the doors and began the clean-up. I helped the kitchen staff tidy up the dining room while Jake supervised gathering up the money and covering the tables. Only when the money was secure in the safe did the six ‘overseers’ come downstairs from the control room and go home.
It was an odd feeling as, when the last of the staff went, most of the lights were out, the alarms were set, and it was just me and Jake left.
He took me in his arms. “Thank you, you were magnificent.” He then took me into the bar and poured us both a stiff drink, raising his in a toast while saying “To us.”
I replied in kind, and we downed our drinks and went up to bed, putting the lights out behind us. That night he made love to me - not just sex - and it was wonderful. That’s the time I started to feel that he was a very special person and that he just couldn’t be a murderer.
The rest of the week flew by as if in a dream. I was, to all intents and purposes, his wife and we made glorious love every night and every morning. I never slept in the pink bed but did use the bath several times.
We took in a goodly amount for the charity, in spite of them being short-changed, and I met up with quite a few more of Nottingham society, with Jake and I getting invites to several civic events and a few parties.
On Friday night we had just made love and he was on his back with my head snuggled on his shoulder.
“You know, I’ve been running this place for about ten years now and not one of those bastards would invite me to a party. They considered me as mad, bad and dangerous to know. How come you spend a week here and we have so many social engagements I will need a secretary to keep track of them.”
“Don’t worry, my darling, I have them all written down in a diary, you may be able to miss a few but there are some civic events that you will need to attend if you want to maintain your new-found status.”
Then he turned his head to me and kissed me.
“Not just me, Elizabeth, it has to be both of us - or else they will slam the door in my face. It’s you that makes us a socially acceptable couple. They all love you, almost as much as I do. I could order you to stay but I will ask you nicely. Will you stay here, with me, and continue to be my partner in life?”
Of course, I said yes, who wouldn’t.
We worked through the rest of the charity event, and, on the Sunday evening, we had a dinner laid on by the Mayor at the Town Hall where a cheque was given to the charity. Jake surprised me by giving me the envelope and telling me to do the honours.
After a moment of hesitation I went up, with the envelope, and gave a little speech saying how wonderful the charity was and that I hoped this modest amount would go a long way in helping them do their fine work. Their representative gave me a hug and a kiss right there on the stage and there was applause.
The Mayor thanked Mister and Misses Monahan for their wonderful support, and it was difficult to get away as so many wanted to speak to us. In the end we had to plead that the casino needed us to be there to close up at the end of the night and we finally were back in his car and heading home. Did I just say ‘home’? It felt like it right at that moment in time.
Of course, we came down to earth on Monday morning. Gloria had expected me back in Leicester and was quite upset when Jake rang her to say that he wanted me to stay in Nottingham. Not long after that he had a call from Morrie, and they had a bit of an argument.
Morrie was adamant that I belonged to Gloria and Jake countered that ‘these days’ no-one ‘belongs’ to anyone. The staff were free agents and that if Gloria wanted to run ‘The Queens’ like a feudal empress; that was her problem.
“Trouble, darling?” I asked.
He sat back and said that Charley had run the ‘Queens’ like a slave ship in the early days and it looked like Gloria had kept it going that way and he really didn’t know why she did it.
I took a punt. “When I was on the tables, we had set nights where people came in to be paid off. There were several police and local council members, and they got about a thousand a month, that is, if they could keep it and not gamble it away.”
His face went white, and I knew then that he was not part of the problems.
“Then why does she employ the goons?” he gasped.
I told him that most of the security men were normal guys the same as we had here but that there was a small group of heavies that were all serving police. I then had to get him a glass of water to help him settle.
I told him that I thought that they may have been a group that assisted Charley Kraft with his movies, and that they may all be responsible for several deaths of young girls. I told him that I thought that Gloria and Morrie were the ones who killed Charley but, without proof, they got away totally free.
Then came the big question.
“How do you know all this, and why are you telling me now?”
I had to give him some of the truth.
“Darling Jake. I’ve not been happy keeping things from you, but I was put into ‘Queens’ as a way to get information to try and solve Charley Krafts’ murder. It has not been easy, and I had to endure a lot of indignities to be sitting here with you, the man I love and a person who could not have been part of the illegal activities that Gloria excels in. I now sit here, dependant on your love and mercy, to bring this episode to an end. It’s your choice – send for Morrie to come and get me or despatch me yourself. I am not sure that I could report any of what I know as the force is so rotten, especially around Leicester and Loughborough. Tell me to stay quiet and I will stay with you as your wife, and we will then have to wait and see what Morrie does next. I don’t think he likes me very much.”
He got up and held me in his arms, tears in his eyes.
“Oh sweetheart,” he sobbed, “I want you with me for ever. You are the most loving woman I have ever met, and we make a great team. Let me think about things for a while, I will never turn you over to Morrie.”
We clung together like a pair of castaways meeting on a deserted isle. Then he took my hand and led me upstairs to the big bed.
Our Monday evening was not so busy, and I made an excuse to go upstairs by myself. I had to know the truth and found it when I looked in all of the other bedrooms to find stripped beds and an air of disuse. It may have been a whorehouse once, but it was not one now. I redid my make-up and went back down to take my place at a poker table, happier than I had been for a while.
That night he was extra loving, and we lay and talked for a while, wondering what we could do about things. We did not have to wait long as Tuesday I was taken off the street by Woodsy and one of his pals at gunpoint while I was having a morning constitutional.
Marianne Gregory © 2025
Chapter 5
It was the classic take-down. I walked past the end of a lane, and Woodsy was there pointing a gun at me. A car pulled up and he said, “Get in the back, bitch, and connect the seatbelt.”
I did this and the driver pointed a gun at me while Woodsy closed the door and went to the other side and got in. The driver then sped away.
“Why are you doing this?” I cried, trying to look frightened.
Woodsy laughed and said that I had pissed off Morrie and Gloria and they had decided that they needed a word with me.
“I could have got in without the guns if you asked me nicely,” I sobbed.
They stayed quiet as we drove south. I had the odd thought that I was, at least, only wearing a tracksuit and not a nice dress that could get destroyed. Before we got to Leicester they turned right, and we headed into the country.
“I don’t think we are going to see Gloria, are we?” I whispered.
The road got smaller and then we were in the wooded area which, I knew, was around the Breedon Wood Quarry. We stopped on a track which ran along the rim of the quarry and the driver pointed his gun at me again while Woodsy got out and opened my door. He told me to undo the seatbelt and get out.
“Now we are going to have a little fun with you and your friend,” he snarled, “It will teach you not to mess with us.”
As I got out, my left hand went to the zipper on my top and I pulled it down.
“Please don’t hurt me, I do anything you want, anything at all.”
Of course, his eyes went to my open zip which now was showing the edges of my lacy bra. The gun drooped a bit and I launched myself at him with my right arm rigid, catching him under his nose with the heel of my hand. His nasal bone was pushed into his brain, and he died on the spot.
The driver had gone around to the boot and had just opened it. He yelled, “Bitch,” and came at me.
I executed the perfect throw, and he went over me and then over the edge of the cliff. When I went and looked there were ripples spreading out and I could see the outcrop of rock he must have hit on the way down.
I heard a grunt, and looked in the boot to find Jane, bound and gagged. The look of relief in her eyes when she saw it was me was something to behold. I found a knife on the body and used it to cut her free as I certainly didn’t have the strength to haul her out. She was stiff and sore but hugged me like she had won me in a raffle.
We sat in the car for a while with the doors open as we got our heartrates back to near normal. She told me that they had hit her with a cosh while she was on duty in the early hours and that she had come to in the boot. I said that I thought she may have been picked up to stop her asking where I had disappeared to, and also because she knew that I had gone to work at ‘The Queens’.
When we were ready, we worked together to roll Woodsy over the edge and into the water after I had emptied his wallet of all his considerable cash. We then went through the car, pulling out all the little extras, like the portable police radios, a couple of guns and various knives, sticks, batons, and coshes. These all went into the water. When the car was clean, we drove into Leicester and left it in the car park of a supermarket with the keys in it. Jane told me that this area was well known for cars going missing.
We took a bus back to the units, and she pulled the two envelopes out of an ice cream container in her freezer and gave them to me. She showered and dressed in normal wear, and then we went to my old place, and I changed into a day dress and packed the rest of the clothes I had left there. We then went to the railway station and took the next train to Nottingham.
On the way we were sitting in seats away from others and she asked me what we were going to do now. I said that I hoped that what happened today would push Jake over the edge, and we may, finally, start things moving.
At Nottingham we took the bus and then walked to the casino. There was a guy on the door as it was getting towards opening time, and he waved us through. Jane was goggle-eyed at the place when we went into the gaming area.
I found Jake in his office, and he jumped up and hugged me.
“Where on earth have you been, you didn’t come back from your walk?”
He then noticed Jane and asked, “And who is this young lady?”
I got him to sit down at his desk and we both sat on the other side. I introduced Jane, “a serving policewoman working with the vice squad in Leicester and a very good friend.” I then told him about the events of the day, so far, not leaving anything out. By the time I had finished he was almost incandescent with rage and would have pulled Morries’ head off had he been here.
I got up and poured him a stiff drink.
“Jake, darling, what you have just heard is between us. We need to keep our cool or else I may find myself being put away for a very long time. As far as anyone outside this room is concerned, Woodsy and his mate are walking the streets at this very moment and may just get it into their heads to disappear if we take down the rest of the crooks. Now, didn’t I see the Chief Constable give you his card while you were chatting at the dinner?”
He found it in his files and rang the number. When the general chat ended, he said, “Look, I have someone here who wants to talk to you. We have come across some very sensitive information that you need to hear.”
He listened for a few moments and then said, “No, we can’t take it to anyone down the ranks as the information involves several of your officers who are taking bribes and may well be implicated in a number of murders.”
He listened for a few seconds more and then handed me the phone.
I heard the Chief Constable say, “Well, get on with it I haven’t got all day”.
“Sir, I am Detective Constable Boon from Loughborough. A couple of months ago Inspector Andover sent me under cover to find out as much as I could about the murder of Charley Kraft, one time owner of this casino, among others. We also suspected that there was a mole in our station as we could find nothing but squeaky cleanliness where-ever we looked. I believe that I now know the who, the where and why of the murder but have also amassed a list of at least a dozen police on the take, half of them at inspector level or above.”
“So, what do you want me to do?” he said.
I asked that he come to the casino this afternoon at about three and to bring whoever answers to him calling ‘bad weed’ on the phone, as that person would be IA Branch who authorised the operation. I also asked that he get Inspector Andover to join us as well, and I will lay out all that I have discovered. I finished asking him not to say why we were meeting to anyone but just to let on that he was meeting some people about another charity event, the last one being so successful.
We went down to the dining room and Jake got them to give us a light lunch, all the while staying close to me and muttering oaths about his business colleagues. At three we assembled in a room upstairs that looked like it may have once been a lounge for the whores when they worked there. Inspector Andover was amazed when I revealed my true identity and told them that Jane was one who made my transformation possible. She had her warrant card on her so was able to prove who she was.
We started by going through the murder case, Inspector Andover being able to verify everything I said. There had been little or no action on that since I had left. I outlined what I thought. That Charley and a group of others used to make snuff movies for sale and that he had been killed by Gloria and Morrie so that they could be together full time. Of course, there may well be something else that caused his death, and we may find that as we gathered more information.
The guy from IA was quiet up to now and then asked, “So what about the mole?”
That’s when I told them that the heavy mob at ‘The Queens’ were all police. I then opened my first report which I explained had been written the day after I had seen these people getting pay-offs and it had spent the last week in a freezer in Jane’s flat. I let the IA guy read it first and his face went white. He passed it to the CC who also looked like he had swallowed a fish. Inspector Andover looked around for something to hit when he saw Harris and the traffic guys on the list. I then opened the second envelope and they read the list of civic dignitaries and department heads.
Inspector Andover wanted to know more about the murder, especially the where part of it.
I turned to Jake. “Jake, ‘Tens’ is in the upper floors of the Temperance Society, isn’t it?”
He said it was and I said that if we could put a SOCO group in there I was sure we would find a lot of answers. What we needed to do was to organise co-ordinated raids on ‘The Aces’ and ‘The Jacks’ without any word getting out. At the same time, we should take Gloria into custody without her being able to talk to anyone and then search her house with SOCO so that it is done properly.
Jane then mentioned that she had been grilled by the Inspector of her Vice Squad and the IA guy looked like he wanted to throw up. The hard thing would be getting into ‘Tens’ and ‘Queens’. Especially down in the basement casino.
There were two or three real problems with raiding ‘The Queens’ as they were so security conscious. Jake and I laid out the problems with getting into the tunnel at the Temperance end as well as into the stairs at the dance club end. Jake said that Charley used to run ‘Kings’ before he concentrated on ‘Queens,’ and he thought that the move was due to the illicit gambling and the film studio.
The three policemen left to try and put together teams that they knew they could trust but they would not tell them the locations of the raids until they were in the bus and on the way.
Inspector Andover said he would send Harris down to the police college for some immediate training and would take him into custody while he was there.
The CC said he would send the Traffic guys for some intensive high speed driving instruction, and they would be held a long way away until everything else was finalised.
We came up with a plan that we thought may work. It meant that Jake and I would need to front up at the Temperance Society and, once inside, I should disable the doorman while Jake opened up the front door so that the rest of the team are let in.
He knew that the door to the upper floor was only opened with a keypad, but he laughed and said that Charley had always used 101010 there.
Once we had that end secure, we both were to go down the passage to the other end where I would disarm the doorman there and Jake turned off the screens, a signal to the others to follow us. There was a metal detector at the entry so we could not carry a radio.
Inside we then had to approach the guard at the other entrance and get the mirror open. There would be a group of ‘partygoers’ waiting in the anteroom for us to do that. In the meantime, a raid would occur on the ‘Queens’ but the team would go straight upstairs to the ‘control room’ and take down the goons in there so that we could then take control of the gaming area without any interference.
Once we had control of the entrances, we could then let the proper raiding parties in, carrying the usual equipment. It all seemed easy, nothing to go wrong. Jane volunteered to lead the party from the dance floor end and left to round up her team. We didn’t have to tell her not to say anything to the vice inspector.
That evening, I stayed upstairs with the ‘controllers’ watching the screens and listening in to the various conversations. It was a very sophisticated system, and you could follow a person from place to place. Morrie came in about eight and went up to Jake to calmly pass the day.
Jake lamented that he had not seen me since this morning and Morrie asked him if he had checked the till, then said that he always thought that I was a gold-digger. Jake went and had a look at the safe, which checked out, and then at the roulette table till, which was ten thousand short. This was a bit weird as I had not been in the gaming room today and it had all checked out last night.
The controller wound the tape back that showed the roulette table, and we watched as one of the croupiers took the money out and tucked it in her panties while everybody looked towards the kitchen as a waiter dropped a tray.
After Morrie had left, thinking that he had sowed doubt, we directed the security to take both the croupier and the waiter off the gaming floor and into Jakes office. He told them that they were in a world of trouble and that their bodies may never be found.
The waiter broke down and told him that he only dropped the tray as Morrie had his wife somewhere and had threatened that she would be raped if he didn’t do the drop. The croupier said she had been told to take as much money as she could and had been given a specific time that the diversion would occur. She had been told she could keep the money as her payment.
Jake was getting more upset that Morrie would do something like this, and he told the waiter to let him know when his wife was returned. He told the croupier to hand the money over and then go back to work and act as if she had completed her task if asked. I was starting to think that Morrie did only run a card club as he should have known about the security cameras that a genuine casino employed.
A couple of days later the Chief Constable rang and asked if we could have another meeting about the ‘charity event.’ This time he brought a few other officers, all in civvies, to discuss the main event, the invasion of ‘Queens’. He had put together a number of small teams and one of the officers to be there that day was the head of the SOCO team who wanted to know more about ‘Tens’.
Jake gave them the last key code that he knew and was able to describe some of the layout, which included the big assembly room. I suggested that they would find a few cameras and there could be a dungeon set-up as I was sure that all of the girls had suffered terrible deaths. I also suggested that they take special care if they came upon a frame for spreading a bound body as it may well have traces of Charley’s blood on, or under, it.
The following Monday was a pay-off one if my memory was correct, so we timed the raids for then. As a curtesy, Jake allowed the SOCO full rein of the casino the next morning, before any of the staff arrived, to get a feel of what they would be looking at. We carried on as usual and Saturday evening Morrie and Gloria came in.
I was keeping well out of sight and Jake was acting suitably upset at my disappearance and also the loss of the money. The two lovebirds were smiling as they left, sure that the plans had gone well. The next morning the waiter rang to report that his wife had been returned but would take a while to get over her experience as they had indeed raped her. Jake gave him a number for a specialist and told the guy that the casino would pay for everything.
On Monday things started to happen. There was an early morning raid on ‘Jacks’ and Corey was taken into secure custody, along with all the girls and staff on the premises. This time, when the SOCO team went in, they found lots of drugs that had been absent the previous raids. A ‘Closed for renovations’ sign was put on the front door and ‘Aces’ was raided at midday. Morrie was spirited away to somewhere in solitary and what staff were there were rounded up. It also suddenly closed for renovations.
Gloria was stopped at the gate of her property and removed from the scene. When her house was properly searched, they found a lot of incriminating evidence of her lawlessness, mainly drugs and the records of the people she had on the take. This, of course, started a deep investigation into the recipients which led to the conviction of a number of policemen and civic employees. Funnily enough, Woodsy and his friend seemed to have been warned as they could not be found. The one item that sealed Glorias’ fate was a jar in her pantry that contained a pair of pickled testicles.
Meanwhile, Jake and I and the SOCO team arrived at the Temperance Society front door late in the afternoon and was let in by the doorman. He left his post to say hello and was promptly rendered unconscious and taken out to a waiting police van. Jake turned off all the cameras except the ones covering the tunnel, telling the assault team to wait until these were turned off from the other end, as that would be the signal that we controlled the entrance. The SOCO team went into the rest of the building to start their search.
Jake and I then walked along the tunnel and into the next reception area where I overpowered the doorman and turned off the cameras there. When the screens at the front door went blank, the officer in charge ordered the team waiting outside the dance club to make their move. Jake and I waited for the rest of our team to join us as this would also give the others time to overpower the controllers.
Jake and I then went into the gaming area, which was almost empty, and I waved at the ones I knew as we walked to the other entrance. It did not take long before the doorman there was overpowered, and the mirror was opened. We now had full control of ‘Queens.’
The rest, to me, seemed almost anti-climactic. It was all very orderly and measured, everything incriminating logged. We sent Jane back up into the dance club and closed the mirror for the last time. She helped Janice, who had been totally kept in the dark, to open up that night and ‘Queens’ carried on as usual.
The wrapping up of the case followed the usual pattern now that Harris and the Traffic guys had been taken out of the mix. In the ‘Tens’ film studio there was so much evidence found that it took a number of years before all the convictions went through the courts. Not only did they find copies of all the snuff movies that had been made, but there was also one that showed Charley, tied to a frame, bleeding to death from the groin. None of these showed any other person, except the occasional glimpse of someone in a leather body suit and hood.
What did lead to a number of murder trials was that Charley, no doubt with an eye to later blackmail, had set up a hidden camera over each set with a lead to a number of computers that were set to record whenever there was movement. Morrie and Gloria were in full view as Charley died and they even had sex standing in front of him as he suffered.
Several important people also got caught this way, and a warrant is still outstanding for Woodsy on three murder charges. There was no mention of Jake in any of the court cases. A few, select, policemen received promotion.
As all this transpired, I stayed with Jake, and we refurbished all the spare bedrooms as hotel rooms and offered a number of holiday / gambling packages that became quite popular. My time as a Detective Constable was quietly ended and I was paid out and given a medal under my old name. I married Jake so now have a newer name to add to my collection. He was very supportive when I went through my surgery, and the first time we made love was so magic I cried a lot after, which worried him until I told him it was tears of happiness.
The Flush Company was wound up and a new one, ‘Fresh Hand Limited’ was set up with Jake and Janice, Jane, and me as directors. Jane left the police and now runs the old ‘Queens’ dance club with Janice. It is now the ‘Rainbow Ravers Club’ and does very well. The basement now has a proper set of stairs and is a café and lounge away from the loudness of the floor above.
We sold the ‘Aces and ‘Jacks’ properties and turned the Temperance Society building into a refuge for homeless girls after the tunnel had been sealed at both ends. ‘Kings Hotel and Casino’ is also doing well, and Jake and I have a manager in as we seem to be out a lot at parties and civic events.
It was a strange way to develop my life, but I never think back to my time as ‘Weedy’ Albert, as I am so much happier being Mrs. Monahan.
Marianne Gregory © 2025