The Christmas Ditz also Part 1
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Dames, I don't quite get them. Well I do get them, you hear that(screaming out to the all seeing), a lot of them... and for some strange reason, a lot of men too. I believe the reason I attract them is my brilliant blue eyes. They seem to attract all the partners one could ever want, well if that person was female or gay. I had been going undercover while playing my X-Box in my search for Andy Kaufman, Elvis, and Jim Morrison. I'm sure they're alive out there.
Wrote this as a sort of prequel to The Christmas Ditz Aoi Santomi story takes place on the 23rd and 24th of December. It is a hard boiled detective story, about a Detective that thinks they are a hard boiled detective.
It'd been a rough night, well for the last couple of months it'd been rough, at Dave Diamond's Investigations. I'd been reduced to sleeping on the couch in my office. Fortunately at five foot nine inches I fit rather comfortably. Though when two springs on the couch gave out at the same time, it became very uncomfortable. That, and a noise from the front office brought me awake.
I knew I needed to investigate immediately, since I was the only one here. Why, is that you may ask? Well Shyla, she was my secretary/partner, for the last four years. Until she came back from vacation a week early to find me in one of her dresses. She said it wasn't right, that I looked better than she did in it. Shyla had come home early because she'd decided she was ready to get married, but seeing me in her dress was more than she could stand. Her fit was one to behold, she dressed me down, before taking back her dress. Said it would be a rainy day in Hell before I'd see her again.
Dames, I don't quite get them. Well I do get them, you hear that(screaming out to the all seeing), a lot of them... and for some strange reason, a lot of men too. I believe the reason I attract them is my brilliant blue eyes. They seem to attract all the partners one could ever want, well if that person was female or gay. I had been going undercover while playing my X-Box in my search for Andy Kaufman, Elvis, and Jim Morrison. I'm sure they're alive out there.
So now I had to work both desks, not that there was much work. Entering the reception area I found no one there. But there was a nice green bottle of Gin, well at least it would keep me from going generic for awhile. I quickly noticed that there was a note taped to it, that said -“Meet me at the Satomi Girly Glam Tai Chi Dojo and Sushi bar at noon.” signed Mrs. Ritz.- Well looks like I have to go the cleaners, to pick up my good suit, and by good I mean clean. After all you don't meet the 'Cracker Queen” in anything less than your Best.
Then I noticed that whoever had left the note had brought the paper in. How the headline I saw was news in L.A. I didn't know: Starlet in Critical Condition After Drug OD. Then I got a gander of the starlet's picture, it was Aoi Satomi, she'd heralded from Japan. Been in Hollywood for about five years and went Mega Star in a Month. She was the Star of two Matrix like B-Movies and was just inked for an overhaul of the Green Hornet. Her Tai Chi Dojo Franchise's had just expanded to ten with the grand opening of three more last Friday. Aoi's Image had been squeaky clean, even if she had been filmed lidless (topless that is) often in her chopsocky(Sexy Kung Fu). So the Drug OD was fishy, well hopefully the Orange County Police Department will get whoever did this.
I glance at the clock on the desktop and realize I need to get moving if I was going to make my appointment with Mrs. Ritz. I gathered my recyclables and head downtown too the recycling center. Luckily I got enough to get my suit and buy breakfast at the Club Car Cafe. I get my usual, 2 eggs over medium, 2 pieces of roman meal bread, lightly buttered, hash browns well down, three links of Sausage, and a cup of thick Joe, the kind you need a knife and a spoon to eat.
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Well fed and feeling like things were looking up for me, I went back to my office found a good pair of shoes, not the flip flops I'd been wearing. Looking through the closet I found my shoes lying under a pair of Shyla's black peep toed pumps and a few pair of ballet boots that she'd bought as a joke. After making sure Sperry Topsiders were clean and no longer covered in some bodily fluid, getting shot can be hazardous to your footwear as well.
I thought it was a little strange that Shyla had left the pair of shoes as I cleaned my Topsiders. The ballet boots still being there I sort of understood. I guess she missed the pumps. After cleaning my shoes, I showered, soon I was out the door and on my way to the Satomi's downtown L.A. Dojo.
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Outside the Dojo I looked across the street, there was my old training officer from when I was on the force, Lieutenant Santino. I waved to him and he waved back. Would have loved to chat with him but I had to get inside.
As I walked in I saw Mrs. Ritz, she was picking her order up at the sushi bar, six California rolls and a large pot of Green tea with two cups. She said, “Mr Diamond, your on time. Good follow me.” We were ushered through a set of rice paper doors which were sealed as we walked through.
Mrs. Ritz could have been a performance model for Jessica Rabbit. Which immediately reminded me of Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Which was one of the reasons Shyla and I had opened the Detective agency. Shyla and I had been childhood friends. Both Shyla, and Mrs. Ritz had all the curves in all the right places. Enough reminiscing though it was nice thoughts about some lovely days. I knelt down opposite of Mrs. Ritz.
Mrs Ritz plated three California rolls and handed them to me, “Mr Diamond I think my Husband is cheating on me, as well as being an embezzler. I believe he is funneling the money from sales of our new chips to a false account.” I was having a tough time keeping my eyes on something other than her heaving breasts, what with her top gaping open. I almost missed her pouring the tea. Still her story didn't ring true. Someone hot as her, with her money would have just cited the pre-nup and got rid of the bum. Also she was known as being a real financial wizard.
I figured if they were going to waste my time I'd get me a nice payday, “Well I am going to need a thousand a day and ten thousand up front.“ Figuring this was my chance for a big score. Mrs. Ritz shook her head, I tried again, “Seven fifty with seven K as retainer.”
Mrs. Ritz shook her head again, then speaking in a low sexy voice said, “Three hundred a day and three K upfront, but a ten K bonus, if you get me the evidence in a week. Though I will half it for each day you take after that, also you'll need this laptop. It's loaded with the server key software.” Pulling a state of the art laptop out of her duffel and placing it in my lap. Well it was not as big a score as I was hoping for, but it was four times my recent rates, which I was about too cut in hopes of drumming up business.
She had finished, but I was mesmerized from the swaying of her breasts and Mrs. Ritz noticed, “Mr. Diamond I love my husband, you don’t know how hard it is being a woman that looks like me.” Mrs. Ritz looking so much like Shyla was hitting me hard.
Though I did know how hard a man could get from looking at a woman like her. “Goodbye Mr. Diamond.” Our meeting was over, I tried to be casual and roll away as I got up. “Well Mr. Diamond is that a Rabbit in your pants or were you just happy to see Me.” I limped away, red faced, heading quickly back to my office.
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I got right on the case. Well, after spending two hours trolling the porn sites. It was about the only way I'd be getting any, as women and I seemed to be like oil and water. So I moved on to do some research on Mr Ritz. He and his secretary Hitomi Shendo seemed to do everything together. From all the Pics I found on their friends Face-book pages, it looked like Mr. Ritz had trouble understanding the term 'Discrete Affair'.
According to the Society Pages Mr. Ritz would be attending the ballet, as part of a Benefit he was hosting, at the Ahmanson Theater. I thought it was rather strange that Mrs. Ritz was not going to be there. Further research found another Ritz at the Museum of Contemporary Art, that included Mrs. Ritz's art work. The Museum Benefit had been on the calendar for three months, three weeks earlier than the ballet was planned. So the Ballet Benefit looked like a way for Mr. Ritz and Miss Shendo to be together. Though it was not unusual for the Ritz's to have multiple charity events each month.
I looked at my clothing options as the Benefit was a black tie affair and a Tux rental would nigh impossible this close to the event. It being two days before Christmas, anything that would be acceptable would be gone. Then I remembered, I still had one of Shyla's Little Black Dresses. Her LBD had been in the cleaners, fortunately they had gotten the... um, stain out.
From a previous job, I had a good wig, blonde of course, breast forms, a waist cincher and a Four-Pad Girdle. I was suppose to have worn it for a job, but we'd cracked the case the day before, I was suppose to go out as a woman. Luckily, I did know how to wear it. Shyla had me practicing in it for a week before to get use to it all. I suddenly remembered her laughing about not being able to show me off in it, how ironic. I also found I still had all the costume jewelery we'd bought, so, formal wear problem solved.
Picking up one of the shinier baubles, I found myself reminiscing over the past. The job was for the Acme Cruise Line. I was suppose to wear this stuff for my transformation into Shyla's, ahem, female lover, as the job was taking place on an women only cruise. There was a burglary ring working their ships and we were certain there was inside help. So we were going on the cruise with expensive paste jewelery to lure the ring.
The day before we were to leave we broke the case. We'd caught the Purser trying to fence some of the known missing pieces. Shyla had been so upset about missing the cruise that she'd kicked him a few times while I was cuffing him. I'd been looking forward to it myself. Just think, me, on a ship with only women. I might of finally scored... with Shyla I mean, of course.
With that I began thinking how scary this would be. Going out in public as a woman with no back up. Though the real problem was, for the first time I'd be out there without Shyla.
After I'd laid out my disguise, it was time to see how far my hacking skills could get me with tracking the money from the chip sales. Probably one of my better skill sets. I quickly found something suspicious on the money trail, though it was being transferred through, at least, nine different banks. It was going to take awhile and I needed to get ready for the surveillance, so I plugged in my flash drive and started a mining Bot before heading off to my private shower.
As I showered, to get ready to go tail the cheating couple. I thought about the case so far. Something wasn't right about this, but I wasn't sure what. I could only hope it wouldn't get me killed.
It was time to go undercover in the real world instead of just using it with my X-Box investigations. I the shower, made sure I was smooth enough for the prosthetics to stick. After tossin' my special dual purpose Opera glasses/video camera and some make-up for a touch up into my clutch. There was no room for my Browning Hi Power. So I strapped a small gat (small glock 26 ) to my thigh.
It took me awhile before I was able to get myself put together. I had to repair the pumps, I discovered the left heel was broken, when I put them on. Guess that's why Shyla left them. While waiting for the glue to set, I applied my makeup and then put on my wig. Taking care to style it just right.
I Checked on the pumps I found they weren't done yet, so I decided to check out the Ballet boots. They looked more confining than the pump, but my only other choices were my Sperry's and flipflops (not real choices at all). The Ballet boots were comfy as long as I was sitting down. After stumbling about the room for a while I gave up on the them. I did another check on my outfit, make-up and hair. Checked on the repaired pumps, they broke in my hands in places I had not repaired. Damn, it was back to the Ballet boots. Checking the time I had about three hours to practice in them.
Time passed quicker than I thought, as I arrived at the Benefit just before the last call for seating. Four ushers rushed to help me find my seat. Such a bother. I was very nervous, although I had practiced in the seven inch Ballet boots for a little over three hours and my makeup skills were pretty good. You see, I had spent 4 months practicing with make-up for the other job and from the reactions I'd gotten, so far, the elegant make-up and hairstyle were flawless. I just didn't want them so close that they'd notice all the curves were applied latex.
Once I was in my seat, I started scanning the audience with my opera glasses with built in camera. I found Mr. Ritz and Miss Shendo. They were either giving mouth to mouth or he had lost something and as searching her tonsils. I got several candid photos of the amorous couple.
Just before intermission the 'Gentleman' on my right put his hand on my knee. After removing his hand a little too forcefully (I think broke his wrist) I dropped my Opera Glasses in the discussion. I couldn't find them till shortly after the lights came up for intermission. I came back up to find I'd now lost sight of my quarry. I fought through the crowd fending off offers of champagne and other more scandalous requests. Stupid Ballet boots, that will teach me to wear fetish gear. They were seriously slowing my tailing down as well.
I almost missed them as they were getting into a limo. I ran as quick as I could, nearly broke my ankle. Good thing the boots were so firm on my legs. I minced over too 5th where I caught a cab. Their Limo turned left ahead of us. I couldn't help myself, “Follow that car.” the Driver took off like a shot. I'm sure the fifty dollar bill I held out helped.
I knew immediately where they were going, as Miss Shendo's home was the only one that was in this direction. Sure enough, 10 minutes later, the limo turned up into the circular drive in front of Miss Shendo's home. I had the driver take me up the street three houses farther before getting out.
By the time I got back to a decent vantage point behind a tree across the street from Miss. Shendo's, they had already made it to the upstairs bedroom. I was thankful that the winters in Los Angeles were pretty mild. It didn't help that Shyla hadn't left a wrap, or that I didn't think of getting one myself. I was out in the night, in a skimpy dress that was sleeveless and very short. I showed so much thigh, I knew the next thing to show, would be my knickers, if I bent over to pick up anything. I was shivering as I watched through the zoom of my mini video camera that had just barely fit in the clutch. The only thing that kept me from being really chilled was the padding I was wearing.
All I was able to see was shadows and their heads. Guess I was lucky to see that much, since I was standing... make that wobbling in seven inch heels. My toes were cramping, but I had to do the job. Finally they moved to the window and I got a better view. Mr. Ritz was taking Miss. Shendo from behind, mauling her breasts. Well they definitely weren't playing patty cake. It was the money shot, ten k worth, and I was now safe from eviction. Well, for a couple of months.
Then something hard bounced off my head. I looked around, but no one was on the street or above in the tree. I looked down and on the ground I found a rather gaudy looking medallion. I carefully bent down to get it, sure I was showing too much. I examined it in the light from the street lamp it looked to be gold and had multi-color fiber-optics on a Christmas tree. I juggled the medallion, camera and purse. Somehow getting the medallion into the purse.
I was brought back to why I was there by a flash of unseasonal lightening, but no thunder. Instead there were five guns shots, from two different guns. I have an ear for guns. I have been shot at... a lot, so I'd learned what a lot of weapons sound like when fired. I knew three of the shots were from a colt 45 revolver and the other two from a 1911 9mm automatic. There were also the cries from Miss Shendo and Mr. Ritz as they were hit and the sound of someone running down the stairs.
I tapped my blue-tooth to turn on the phone, voice dialing, “911”, while training my video camera back on the house. Nothing moved as I reported what I had heard over the phone. The first one on the scene was Lieutenant Santino. He didn't notice me, Santino went inside. Which was good, I really didn't want him to see me like this.
My good karma went south when I saw Captain Finley arrive, He turned out to be the Lead Detective. Finley and Shyla had recently announced they were getting Married. I quietly tried to give my statement to a Sargent on the scene and leave, but Finely wanted to see me as I had given my real name when I called 911 instead of a cover name, like Haley.
“So where is Diamond, I wanted to see him before he's released.” Finley grumbled. I wanted to hide, but I waved, “Um right here.”
Finley laughed out loud and long, finally stopping with his hands on his knees breathing heavy, “I didn't recognize you Diamond. I was this close to running you in for soliciting. Though I guess in way you are, seeing as I am sure you are out here for a client.”
I filled him in as I shivered, “I'm ah, working for Mrs. Ritz, standard surveillance. That's all I should say, I've ah, already downloaded a copy of all my, ah, surveillance to the L.A.P.D. Data system. If there's nothing else, ah, I'd like to catch a cab home.” Then Finley did the unexpected, shouting an order, “Sergeant Donner, I need you to take Miss Diamond to Diamond Investigations on Vine and Sunset.” Do not know if he did it as a joke or was being kind.
Donner was really pleased with the assignment, “Be really happy to Captain. Right this way Miss Diamond.” He escorted me to a plain brown wrapper, his eyes wandering over my fake assets. I shivered from his leering as he held the passenger side door open.
Fortunately the streets were pretty empty as I had to direct Donner to keep his eyes on the road as they kept straying to my rather large assets. Shyla had said the Double D breast forms would allow me to wear her clothes. As it turned out saved us big money on stuff we wouldn't had used.
It was a 20 minute drive and after my last request for him to keep both hands on the wheel it had been nice and quiet for almost ten minutes. Donner broke the silence, “Miss Diamond you look so beautiful, are you seeing anyone?” he must really be new to L.A. as he did not seem too realize I was male.
Great now he was trying to pick me up, coldly replying, “No, I'm not, I just broke up with my latest. I don't usually dress this way, I was undercover on surveillance.” I was not sure about letting him in on the fact I am a guy. It always seems to bring out the worst in these situations. Even when I am not in drag, people have the hardest time believing I am a man. Can I help it I have my Mother's fine features.
He placed his hand on my knee,warmly saying, “Well I would be happy to take you for a drink to help you get over him.” I removed his hand, this guy was not taking the hint that I wasn't interested,in my best monotone “Please use both hands on the wheel. Wouldn’t want an accident just a block away from our destination.” Tried pulling the hem lower. on my legs, but that just seemed to make the breasts pop more out of the top. So I picked the lesser of too evils and let the dress slid back over the top of the boots.
As we pulled up he asked, “How bout inviting me up for some coffee at least?” I could not be believe this guy, I was going to tell him off, but he had already jumped out of the car and started around to the passenger side. How was I going to tell him stop when he would not accept no as an answer. That point became moot, as I heard a deep menacing voice say, “Your dead Diamond.” I ducked down in the seat, as those words never meant anything good. I was right as I heard the report of a 22 colt automatic. I watched as Sergeant Donner slide down the side of the car.
The Christmas Ditz also Part 2 of 3
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Christmas Ditz also part 2 of 3
My attempt at a Hard Boiled Detective story. Hope it is not as confusing. Have tried to explain certain hard boiled words and statements. Goddess Bless you All.
As we pulled up he asked, "How bout inviting me up for some coffee at least?" I could not be believe this guy, I was going to tell him off, but he had already jumped out of the car and started around to the passenger side. How was I going to tell him stop when he would not accept no as an answer. That point became moot as I heard a deep menacing voice say, "Your dead Diamond." I ducked down in the seat, as those words never meant anything good. I was right as I heard the report of a 22 colt automatic. I watched as Sergeant Donner slide down the side of the car.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a big blond muscle bound sleaze ball, who did not know I was in drag and obviously had no idea what I looked like. He ran to a black '65 convertible GTO. I gritted my teeth at the sight. That bastard had my old car, I had to sell my goat to cover some back rent. I really missed it, I watched the scum of a thug drive away in my 'baby'. As I slid across to the drivers side, I picked up the police Radio, "Officer Down at Vine and Sunset. Suspect is a white Male about six foot tall, wearing black t-shirt, and pants, blonde muscle builder. Driving a black '65 convertible GTO, California vanity plates MY65GTO, heading eastbound on Vine boulevard." With that taken care of, I slid out to check on Donner's condition. I was lucky he was unconscious and the street was empty. My skirt had slid up almost over my hips, looking around to see if anyone had seen. I quickly pulled my dress down, my cheeks red with embarrassment.
Donner was lucky he was still breathing. Seems the hired muscle wasn't well informed, or a very good shot, missed from two feet away. I ripped the bottom of the dress. I know, 'so cliché', then used it for a make shift bandage to try and stop the bleeding. As I bandaged Donner, I mused 'Now I'll be up for another three to five hours, answering the same questions four or five times.' I was lucky when the Boys in blue arrive, Lieutenant Santino is the scene leader. Sort of wish he had been in charge out at Shendo's house. But then would I have caught a cab and a bullet. At least Santino had worked the Acme Cruise Line case, where I was going to go undercover. Also he was still a good friend. I waved, "Hey, Lieutenant Santino. Can I go up to my office and get warm? It's been a really bad night."
Lieutenant Santino did a double take before exclaiming, "Diamond?! Yeah sure, I'll send a Uniform up to stay by the door." "Thanks Lieutenant." I smiled thinking maybe I would get away with no other remarks, when Santino added, "Oh, and Diamond, one more thing. You look really great. You should dress like that all the time," he chuckled, as he went to check on what the paramedics could tell him about Donner. 'Why me?' I thought, shaking my head despondently before I headed up to my office with a Uniform as my shadow.
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I was so beat, I didn't even bother with getting out of drag. I just sat down at Shyla's old desk, poured four fingers of Tanq(ueray), kicked my heels off, unhooked the heater from my thigh and took a healthy swig, when I heard, "I'm Santa, where is my medallion?" When I opened my eyes I saw a real dish in an abbreviated Santa suit, really abbreviated. She was almost falling out, at both the top and the bottom. Amazing how many curvy powder-puffs had been in my life lately, Well okay, just three, and only if you count me.
This was slowing down my thought process on who wanted me dead. Still, I remembered I'd put the Medallion in the clutch. So I grabbed the purse and got the necklace out, tossing it to the Sexy Santa. "Aren't you a little early Santa?"
"Actually We work year round, just the wishes happen during the month of December. Thank you for returning my Medallion. I'd have been in big trouble if I'd lost it again. I never would have gotten my rounds done. Every year it's harder to make sure everyone gets what they deserve." She'd started of so happy but ended with sadness in her voice.
She looked frazzled, and I was still waiting for the Law to come give me the third. I decided to share what little wealth I had. "You look lower than a grifter with a Chinese angle.(lower than a polecats belly) Can I buy you a drink?" I pulled another glass from the drawer and poured her a couple of shots worth.
"Thank you, you're too kind." She chugged it and set it down, but didn't lift her hand from the glass, so I poured her another round. She gulped down about half, sighing,"Oh that's hitting the spot." Looking more relaxed, she sipped on the rest of the gin.
"Well it looks like we're both having a hard day. Been a bad run for me, the woman I loved left me and the only ones that seem interested in me are men. I just don't know what to do about it." I've no idea why I was so willing to share with this complete stranger, but I figure she was okay, as the flatfoot by the door wouldn't of let her in without a good ID. I must have been Mickey Finned because felt everything slip away.
Santa's POV: 'What a poor soul. Fates dealt her a pretty bad hand,' she thought about it for only a second before saying, "Well, I do owe her one." She placed her hands on her medallion and watched as the sad detective passed out on the desk. "I know what to give you. Sleep and when you wake you'll receive the following gifts, you'll find men attractive, find joy and happiness in pleasing them, and the shape you wear is the shape you shall have. Love and it shall bring you great joy." Checking the time, she sighed, "Oh well, time to go. Just let me fix your dress before I go." As she disappeared, she smiled, knowing it was another job well done, saying, "Tata Diamond."
I was roused from a deep sleep, as someone shook my shoulder, "Wake up Diamond, I need to hear what you saw out there." It was Lieutenant Santino, I felt a little strange, but put it down to being tired and a little buzzed. I sat up, "Lieutenant Santino, what ever you wish I'd be happy to do." I giggled and flipped my hair, WAIT... that is so wrong! OH God!!! The Double D's are real, as are the rest of the curves... and they feel so good. Then I noticed something else. I wasn't wearing anything under the dress. What happened to my underwear? I suddenly remembered that the latex form I'd worn was part of the underwear and since the curves I have now are real flesh and blood, not synthetic, the underwear was gone. "So, um, Leo," I found myself flirting, "Want to squeeze this hot tomato?"
“Diamond, now's not the time. Have you had anything to eat today? You've got to stop this crazy dieting. You're close to being too thin. Now, just tell me what happened when you and Donner arrived at the scene, then I'll get out of here and you can get some sleep." He grabbed a Zone bar out of the drawer, "Eat this, your blood sugar is probably too low."
I did my best to rein in the raging hormones. Slowly I unwrapped the bar, watching him the entire time, and took a small bite, then a larger one. It was so good. "Well, when we got here Donner parked, and got out to open my door, like a true gentleman. But when he got to my door, this blond well muscled hunk in black said, 'Your dead Diamond', and shot him with a 22 caliber Colt automatic. I guess the hitter was not informed of my Gender.”
'Now the shooting was really strange, especially to everyone else, as I was the only one that knew about my change to the fairer form.' “Then the perp ran east, to a black 66 convertible GTO, California vanity plates MY66GTO, got in and headed east on Vine boulevard."
Leo interrupted me, "Oh,geez Diamond that's almost the same as yours, but you've a '65." New info for me, seems my daddy had given me the Goat on my sixteenth birthday and when I turned twenty one he gave me a '66 Alfa GTA.
Continuing my statement, "I slid across to the drivers door and came around, made a bandage for his wound, from the lining of my dress..." 'which now seems to be magically repaired,' "Then once you arrived I came upstairs." I recrossed my legs, and let the skirt ride a lot higher. Thinking, 'Wait stop that.' while still finding myself giggling and smiling at Leo. "I'm a little concerned about who wants me dead, and has anyone been sent to make sure Mrs. Ritz is safe." I started to recross my legs, but stopped. If the hem of my dress traveled up much higher, I'm sure he'd know if I colored my hair.....NO He wouldn't, there is nothing to compare!!! I grabbed the hem with both hands, pushing hem back down.
Leo filled me in, "Mrs Ritz has a security detail, and the hitter "hunk" is in custody, though he lawyer-ed up, so no leads from him on who paid for the hit. Diamond, what have you been working on that may have made someone want you dead?"
I started to say, I had no clients in over three months when my mind was flooded with a new life and list of clients. I was speaking sort of uncertainly, Leo put it down to me being worn out, "Um, there have been thirty or forty clients that Diamond investigations have been doing work for in the last month alone. I handled five cases on my own and helped on nine others, so only fourteen cases. That should
make it easier to figure out."
More memories flooded my mind as my history was rewritten, overwriting my previous life. Now I realized we were sitting in the reception hall of the secretarial floor. The gumshoe offices were on the next three floors of the building, with my office and living quarters being on the top floor of this thirteen story building. The top floor was the Penthouse numbered PH1 and PH2 so as to avoid numbering a floor the 13th. "Well come on up, and see me big boy," I said, as I headed to the elevator.
Leo followed, and I knew he was getting an eyeful. I tried not to wiggle and shimmy too much. It's just the heels and the satin dress felt so scrumptious, so I know I did. I guess I got what I wanted, because soon Leo and I were in a clinch and lip lock. It continued long after we reached the penthouse. Leo broke from the kiss, quot;Diamond you really know how to make a man feel good. You don't know how hard it is bein' a man looking at a woman looking the way you do." I felt the hardness growing between us, "Mm mm looks like it's true, a hard man is good to find."
Arrrgh got to stop that, find out who wants to kill me first, sex later. Not even noticing or caring how easy I took to this situation. I led Leo to my office, and pulled up the files for the cases I'd been working. Then I noticed the paper again and realized something. The lost piece, I now had it. I cried out, "I got it, this all has to do with the Aoi Satomi poisoning. I haven't received the final notes, but it looks like the Yakuza is involved. Just a moment I'll bring that file up see what we have."
It seems Mr and Mrs. Ritz were Aoi's sponsors that brought her here. They were instrumental in kick-starting her career and are major investors in the Dojo's she runs. 'If I'd been the Diamond I was now, yesterday, this information would have made more sense,' I thought and then I got depressed as I realized, If I'd been this Diamond. I might have been able to keep Mr. Ritz and Miss. Shendo alive. Leo noticed how bitter and depressed I'd become and came over to comfort me. God, how I wanted him to play hide the salami, but there were ends that needed tying up.
"Why don't you call Kisa, see if she can help?" I asked Leo. We had been in high school together, along with Shyla. Kisa had taken over the family Business, while Leo, Shyla, and I had gone to the police academy. "I need a shower and a change of clothes. Be right back lover." Arrrgh, I ran off to my apartment.
Hopefully Leo would have some good luck on the blower while I took a shower and got into some work clothes. As I look through my closet my mind is filled with the opinions on my clothing choices. A lot of people don't appreciate what I call work clothes due to the plunging necklines and brevity of my skirts. The best thing I've heard about my work clothes is that they are cute and stylish. The worst of the comments was strumpet-garb(slut wear for those not living the hard boiled life).
I did my make-up and hair on auto-pilot. For some reason, maybe since Christmas was coming, I unconsciously put out a silver glam Santa outfit, consisting of a white and silver sequined Santa hat, silver sequined spaghetti strap top, white faux fur mini skirt, white fishnet stockings, white rhumba bikini panties, over a metallic silver thong with a red satin bow attached to the back of the waist band with silver 
peep toed stiletto slides. Just before I put on the skirt, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I looked like blonde bimbo Santa's helper.
I found myself second guessing what I was wearing, but realized I didn't have time to pick anything else out. I was still having a little trouble processing everything that happened this evening, but at least I was starting to understand the concepts. Man, woman, whatever, as long as I was alive and well, that was what mattered. So as I got dressed I took stock of what I had now, versus yesterday. Actually, I feel almost the same. Just as intelligent, but with a bit more insight (especially with women). Yesterday, It was just me working at this office, today there are forty employees, thirty of them PI's. So the resources for keeping me alive was much greater now than yesterday. Thank you Santa. On the con side it seems my libido is open full throttle and I jiggled in places I'm not used too.
As I stepped back into the office, 
I dropped Leo's gift. I bent over to pick it up, knowing someone was watching. Leo really appreciated the way I looked. I gave Leo his gift, "You'll just have to wait till we find the killers to thank 'Santa'. Then I'll unwrap that nightstick of yours and give it a good going over."
Leo Smiled "Well Kisa Ikawa came through, she invited us for tea. Though we should try to stay under the radar on that." Kisa is the head of the local Yakuza, so Leo had good reason to want to keep it mum. He rolled his eyes at my glamorized Santa outfit. "Real Low Key Diamond, though I guess for you that is rather sedate. After we meet with Ikawa we should go to UC Irvine Medical Center to see Aoi Satomi."
Soon we were back in the elevator, playing grope, grind and probe, till we got to the first floor. It felt really good, I found. Also it was good that I'd worn a pad without even thinking about it. Although I'd just about soaked it through already. So it wouldn't be long till I'd have juices running down my legs. I was still feeling pretty good considering my lack of sleep, and Leo looked totally electable. Though he needed a shave, I loved the rugged look he had. Leo, always a gentleman, opened the door and I slid in, my damp panties on display. Looks like the Crime Investigation team had finished as there was only one uniform keeping the area secure.
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Leo drove us over to Kyoto Grand Hotel and Gardens in Little Tokyo. We were met by two samurais, complete with swords. They bowed and indicated we were to follow them. Soon we were in another elevator, but did not feel like putting on a floor show for the hired help. From there we were led to the center of the gardens where Kisa Ikawa was holding court. We both knew to stay quiet unless spoken too, as speaking out of turn could get you a Wooden Kimono (cement overcoat).
"Konnnichiwa,Miss Diamond, I commend you on your commitment to honor and you too Detective Santino, one of the most honorable police officer's I've ever met." Kisa had certain protocols to follow and we did our best to be on our best behavior. We bowed in response. Miss Diamond, we helped your agency find the truth about the poisoning of Aoi Satomi. We do not condone such an act as it hurts the entire Japanese community. After all Aoi was a leader, bringing so much good press to the Japanese community."
I responded with my best, "Domo Arigato Kumicho Ikawa." (Her title was local, over all Kisa was the second woman to be in such a high position, though her place in the big scheme she was a Kyodai, big Brother/Sister)
With the formalities out of the way tea was served with Green Tea Kuzumochi(sort of a sweet rice ball) as Kisa, suddenly changed from formal to friendly, "So Leo, has Diamond finally snagged you?"
Leo looked at me, "I think it's mutual." we both smiled. She smiled back at us sweetly before her face turned stern as she went back to business. She pushed a piece of paper across the table to me, "We're unable to move against the person named as he is Ronin from the old country on business for the Wakagashira of the Tokyo branch. He hired some local talent to take care of loose ends, those associates are also listed. We wished to put end to this ill conceived mission ourselves, but our hands are tied." She stood and bowed to us, "Well Diamond and Leo, I wish you both luck and love in your relationship, good day." With that our audience was over, Kisa left us with the tea.
Her Saiko-komon(Number one Administrator) spoke, "The tea is a gift too your future. Enjoy the tea and the ambiance of the garden." We finished the tea and cakes, as to do otherwise would insult Kisa. I was fighting with myself not to strip down and take his hard wood... NO, stop it, I may be a woman now, and it feels so good to make Leo smile... and touch him, but I was not ready for sex. I got myself under control as we finished the tea. As we walked through the gardens I enjoyed their beauty. It felt so nice being there with Leo, but it was getting to be tough, this feeling of want. I had to fight wrapping my legs around Leo. It's was really romantic as we kissed, waiting for the elevator.
Why does it feel so good. I found I now really needed to change my pad as my legs were glistening and my feet were getting wet. As we headed back to his car, I had to ask, "Leo are you holding back? " My heart skipped as he smiled at me and said, "Diamond I love you, and yes, I have been holding back ever since you came to the precinct as a rookie. When you left the force I thought we had a chance. Though at the time I didn't know you and Shyla were that close. I've been holding back now because I didn't want to pressure you so close to your breakup with Shyla. So I've been taking it slow, but being with you now and the way you've kissed me. I'm hooked. I want to be with you, now and always."
Unconsciously, I giggled and smiled, "Thank you Leo, and I sort of think I Love you as well." I felt lost, I was in love with Leo, but I was a man less than twenty four hours ago. But I wanted, well needed to be with him. I wanted to shag him so bad, all night long. My body seems to be wired for sex and I can't stop it. I have to get my mind back on the case. Leo radioed the info on the Ronin from Japan as well as his known associates. Thing is I'd a feeling there was something more to this case than what was showing. "Leo I have a very bad feeling about this case. There is something wrong, it feels very fishy."
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Unconsciously, I giggled and smiled, “Thank you Leo, and I sort of think I Love you as well.” I felt lost, I was in love with Leo, but I was a man less than twenty four hours ago. But I wanted, well needed to be with him. I wanted to shag him so bad, all night long. My body seems to be wired for sex and I can't stop it. I have to get my mind back on the case. Leo radioed the info on the Ronin from Japan as well as his known associates. Thing is I'd a feeling there was something more to this case than what was showing. “Leo I have a very bad feeling about this case. There is something wrong, it feels very fishy.”
Leo nodded, “I have a bad feeling about this as well. Your feelings confirm it, as I always trust your sixth sense about the cases you work.”
I wondered if I should tell Leo about the change. I started, “Leo, things really changed last night, I'm not the same person I was yesterday.” But then I said things I didn't expect, “I love you and I feel like a real nympho around you. I've really been having a hard time keeping myself from going x-rated in public." Wait that's not what I wanted to say ! I tried to say its me Dave. “You can call me Angel sweetie.” ARGGGGH it hit me like a ton of bricks. I could say nothing about my true past, or about the Santa.
Leo was silent for a couple of seconds, then “You sure about the Dia..., um Angel, you're really in love with me. I've felt like that since we first met. I've always loved you even when it hurt too do so when you were with Shyla.”
“Why does everyone think Shyla and I were a couple? We were just working together on some old science projects and we finally finished them up. She'd have Finley over to her house all the time, what did they think we were having kinky three ways with him?”
“Well you were always wearing Boots, shoes and um Corsets with locks. The grapevine was sure it was a D/S relationship, The Captain and Shyla as Dom's and you playing the submissive sex slave.”
“Um yea I wore the clothes, but I just liked the way they feel. That would have been too weird to be in bed with them ewww.” I truly did not understand how Shyla fell in love with Captain Finley, but I guess that's this reality.
By the time we got to the car I was getting a strange vibe. I flashed on the fact that Leo had been at all the sites I'd been at. He'd been very quiet until we saw the names of the probable crew that killed Mr. Ritz, Miss Shendo, and the attempt on Aoi. I would need to keep my eye on Leo as well. Though I don't think I'll mind doing that. Oh how I hope Leo's not the killer, OH, I do love Leo.
I kissed Leo before slipping into the car seat, it was a glorious kiss. I figured we needed to split up to cover this case the right way, “Leo, we're behind the eight ball here, maybe you should, go do your best interrogation of those button men, that are on the way to the big house. I'll head out to OC to check on Aoi. So drop me back at the office so I can get a few safety devices. After all, OC's out of your jurisdiction, but my PI License covers California, Nevada, and Arizona.”
Leo grimaced, “You're right, t does make the most use of our talents and resources. Though I wish I could stay near you to keep you safe.” His words set something off in my new body.
As he drove to my office, I couldn't stop myself, I leaned over and hoovered Leo's rod. I was disgusted, yet It felt great, tasted so good, and I wanted more. Tried too stop, but the more I tried to stop, the more of it I took into my mouth. The magic from Santa had made me a thrall. He came just moments after we parked in front of Diamond Investigations. “um... WOW Diamond that was great, but do us a favor, don't do it again while I am driving.”
I giggled, though I wanted to scream, “Okay. Be safe dear, and I'll get one of my other PI's to go with me to watch my back.” Somehow, in just a moment, I found Leo had gotten out of the car and around to my door. I wondered how had I blacked out for a moment. Maybe women blink for long periods of time. I know I was savoring the moment, so maybe that's what happened. I slid out of the door, the six inch heels brought me close to Leo's six foot four inches and we kissed with passion briefly. How much was real how much was compulsion, another question for after the killers were stopped.
Leo remarked, “By the way, that's an interesting Tattoo on your shoulder Diamond.” as he gave me a hand up from the car.
“Tattoo? Of what? Where?” I tried turning my head to get a look. Leo took his phone out brushed my hair to the side and snapped a picture.
A red Santa hat with white fur around the bottom, and a round fur ball on top just like the one The Santa wore. “OH that.....” I stopped, not wanting to know what would come out of my mouth this time about 'The Santa'. I fumed, “Well you know how much I love Christmas.”
Leo Laughed, “Only You would get a tattoo that's seasonal. One of the many quirks I love you for.” So it sounded reasonable, because of me. I waved, and sighed as Leo got back into the car. He drove off and I headed up to the office.
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Once in my room I grabbed a clean thong and another red Christmas bow. I also grabbed another pair rhumba bikini panties, (this pair had built-in holsters). I headed into the bathroom, stripped out of my wet panties, cleaned up, and put two mini pads in the clean ones. After getting redressed I ran a washcloth over the area with the tattoo but it was still there when I got a look in the mirror.
On to my armory, where I found a pair of glock 26's. Put a Domolium (Tranquilizer combo) mag in one and one mag with rubber bullets. I was not one to shoot to kill, the tranqs would take down just about anyone that moved in about a second and a half. The rubber bullets were great to disarm someone or just make them think twice about doing the wrong thing. Once loaded they were easily stowed in the pocket holsters in the rhumba bikinis. Settled my skirt back into place, then took a moment to check out how I looked in the mirror. I found my hips were a bit wider, but not so much as to be ridiculous. Grabbed a couple of extra magazines, two more tranq mags, two rubber bullet mags and three with hydroshoks(need something that will do some damage to armor). Put them into the slots of my silver lame Santa mini sack. I was ready to spit lead, as a last resort at least.
Then I saw something interesting, stacks of nano-flex patches(about ten times stronger than Kevlar and half as thick). Needed them because not everyone is as nice as I am. They were one of the inventions Shyla and I were working on but never got finished in the other reality. The clothes I had on had pockets for these to slide in, twelve in the skirt, nineteen in the top even four slots in my bra.
I was pleasantly surprised, they did not make it harder to move or weigh me down. I hope it works on the principle of marking a target like a big shiny Bat too shoot at, worked with barely there Glam girl clothing. So please shoot the shiny stuff, all you bad guys. For what I have on doesn't cover much. We'd only been working on these in the other time line before she had walked out on me.
Stopping by the office I was surprised by all the lines of magic I saw and so many different creatures. Great where were we now the Bazaar on Deva, or maybe Maroon Cartoon studios. Took a quick look around at all the craziness, looked like an open casting call for a toon horror flick. I saw monsters from Grimm's along side my favorite toon's, some were clients and some were employee's. So Toons and monsters were part of this reality. Things were getting really strange. I reminded myself that I needed to stay on track as it would keep me alive. Grabbed a roll of duct tape after all Mike Westen , my favorite spy says “'it' Makes you Smart.”
Luckily I ran into Fiona checking in. Fiona had been the PI that had been working the Aoi Satomi case. “Hey Fi, grab some nano-flex and your weapons, standard loads.” I flashed on possible trouble, “Take a Desert Eagle(canon) as well, with four magazines. We're heading to UCI Med Center(University California at Irvine Medical Center), I'm pretty sure Aoi's in trouble.”
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Fiona and I were soon cruising down the Santa Ana Freeway. Since they made it tri-level, it has been so much faster. We were on the Diamond level, as we were max capacity in the Alfa. It had recently been fitted with a spring loaded one-inch nano-flex screen just behind the rear window.
Fiona wore more traditional clothing for Detective work, Blazer, silk blouse, nice pants and flats. Wish that this Diamond's style was more like that.(though maybe it could be). Fi grinned, “I still do not know how you do so well on those stilts, and your clothing choices are odd, though you make it work Boss. Cute Tattoo by the way, temporary I would guess.”
I groaned, Temporary would be nice, I smiled, “Well you know how I love Christmas.” That was true as that carried over from my original reality. I had several Santa suits with all the padding and great leather boots. My new reality includes quite a few little Sexy Santa outfits. Then there's the short skirts, barely there tops, and short dresses, all sequins in red, green white and this silver one, all very glam girl style.
“You should get some glam stuff for work Fi, I'm sure you'd love it.” I remember loaning her a pair of heels she stumbled for a couple of hours. After all six inch heels are a little tougher to walk in then three inch heels that she was used too. This is so funny, I have memories of us doing this banter every time we have work together.
Fi laughed, “Oh I don't mind wearing short dresses out clubbing, but Your footwear choices are too bizarre for me, I’d break my neck Diamond.” That was true, as I had no flats, not even trainers. All of the heels I had were six inches or higher, and most were fetish wear, six inch pumps with locks on the ankle strap, black leather thigh high seven inch heel boots and Ballet Boots with an eight inch spike heel.
We've had lengthy discussions over them. I've memories of Fi and I out at a club, so she does wear heals. Fi grumbled, “I still can't believe you beat me in the fun run wearing those eight inch Ballet boots. It's magic right, that’s how you ran faster than me. No one could run that fast in Ballet boots without magical help right.”
You have got too be kidding me running two miles in those things, I shook my head and smiled, “Just lots and lots of practice.” I barely hobbled around last night, well except for the dash I made to catch the cab. Wonder what other quirky habits I have. Wish I had better memories for this reality. All of the odd things kept taking up brain power I needed to stay alive.
Fiona noticed we had company, “Diamond we've a tail, glad you put the review camera's in all the cars.” Yes all the latest gadgets, and some nifty toys. I could not use the oil slick or fog, there were too many of the mostly harmless, on the road with us.
I checked the screen and saw a white van coming up fast. “Great and we're five miles from our exit.” I felt a slug hit the body of the Alfa, sounded like a 10mil, probably from a glock. I swerved and punched the accelerator. “Hey I just got this back from the shop from last weeks shoot out. Get the 'canon' out and see I you can distract them a bit.”
Fiona released the catch for the spring loaded nano-flex screen. So we were safe as long as they don't use a missile. Of course it did not stop them from putting more lead into my poor li'l Alfa. I checked the screen for the reverse camera, lucky me the next shot hit the camera. So I checked the door side mirror as I did a little more evasive driving. I couldn't believe it they had a missile launcher sticking out the window.
The off ramp wasn't coming up fast enough and the light was red. This could get really bad, I kept the pedal to the metal. I prayed for the tiniest bit of luck and somehow we didn't get blasted by the missile. Fi snapped two caps at our pursuit. Even if she missed the sound should give them some pause.
About half way down the ramp the light changed. I swerved left to set up my line for the turn. I was glad I had the Alfa, it's rear wheel drive helped me make sure we had max shield protection through the turn. The missile went right destroying a Waste Disposal truck. Think that Fi bouncing at least one of the shots off the pavement, was part of why they missed with the missile. Very few people think to put armor plate on the undercarriage. The guys in the van still managed to hit the back window with more small arms fire, on the right side. The bullet proof glass is worth every penny.
After the missile, Fiona was on the blower with OCPD(Orange County Police Dept) “They say take a left on Orangethorpe, and another left on Stanton. They're setting up a blockade there.” The light at Orangethorpe changed and the left turn arrow lit. It seems the OCPD had taken control of the lights. I down shifted as I braked, the white van was almost on our bumper, kept spitting lead at us. The Glock and a Smith and Wesson, kept punching into the nano-flex screen. Fiona slid lower, “I really like that screen, can I get one in my car.”
Two more rounds hit the screen, “I'll make sure everyone gets them installed, if we get out of this alive.” I was feeling lucky, why I'm not sure. My luck was so much better than it ever had been. The new toys were a nice perk as well, I guess The Santa was not a total bitch.
It seemed to take forever to cover the hundred feet to the corner, where I turned onto Stanton and drove through the gap of the blockade. Which the OCPD immediately filled with a Tactical vehicle(HEAVY EXPANDED MOBILITY TACTICAL TRUCK or HEMTT) it was about twenty feet long tank like vehicle. Felt like I did a Floater with goofy foot.(Shot the curl gap left footed.)
Fiona and I jumped out of the Alfa and went to the command center to check on the video feed. As the van came around the corner, they slammed on the breaks, but they still hit the HEMTT hard. The driver side door popped opened as did the back doors but no one got out. It took a moment before I understood. I cried out a warning, “Take cover there's a bomb.” They deployed a nano-flex tarp over the van. Between the HEMTT and the tarp we were well shielded from the blast. Though some of the windows in nearby buildings didn't fair as well. As glass rained down upon us. Fi and I grabbed a Nano-flex umbrella(size of a beach umbrella) which kept us from being hit by shrapnel and other falling debris.
I knew we must be getting close, and the person that was most vulnerable was Aoi. We had to get there quick. “Fiona we need to get to UCI Med Center now.” we sprinted to the Alfa and I had it started and my seat belt on before Fi had closed her door.
Captain Crusher, who was in charge of the blockade had over heard me. He said with authority, “This is all about Satomi? Nice tattoo by the way Diamond. Hanson, you're with me we need to get to UCIMC.” We waited for the OCPD to lead the way.
As Crusher led the way, I remembered Helen Kirkland had been a client and that she's the Hospital Administrator, “Fi get my blower from my Santa's sack, and Call Helen Kirkland.” My luck held or maybe it was Crushers going bad, as some bozo not paying attention, ran a red light, (may have been one of the bad guys), and T-Boned Crushers car.
I swerved and kept speeding towards UCIMC. We did not catch anymore lead, guess the last van was all there was. Still traffic was heavy and it was tough going, some how I got us there in one piece. I brought us to a stop at the front entrance just before the crosswalk filled with two wheel chair bound individuals.
As we jumped out Fi finished her call, “Diamond, Helen said Aoi was about to be released, but was still in her room, 433. She has elevator number six waiting for us. We made a dash for them, but I was getting a bad feeling. So far my feelings have been getting us out of some big jams.
I decided we'd be better off taking the stairs. "I think the elevator is a set up and I'm not sure what we will find there.” As I pulled Fiona into the stairwell and started running up the stairs. Not as easy as I remember, and it didn't help that the 'girls' kept popping out the top. Once we got to the fourth floor I tucked my breasts back into the top, and retrieved the twin glocks from the rhumba bikini panties, built-in holsters. I signed to Fi to hold up here. I pointed to the floor map.
We looked at the map on the wall by the door, showed we were right next to room 435. We silently stepped into the hallway, I was surprised to find it occupied by two unconscious coppers as well as three nurses. There were three nurses tied up at the floor station. There were two goons by the elevator bank the other side of the station. Fi and I moved across the area between them silently. Tranqed them
“Fiona push the door open on three,” I paused and hoped this roll was going to work, “one, two, three.”
I tumbled into the room staying low, while wearing six inch peep-toed slides. Think I'd have gotten a nine even from the East German Judge. A quick look round and I knew I had to work fast. The nurse was out, lying on the floor. Though I do not think my performance was appreciated by the blond muscle and Mrs. Ritz. Id put a tranq round in the goon, who was doing his best to smother Aoi with her pillow. Bounced a runner bullet off of Mrs Ritz's wrist after she spit some lead in my direction. She just missed with her Beretta, which made me very happy to she her lose it. As I finished the roll, I moved towards Aoi. I giggled as the Beretta seemed to fly out of her hand. I have been doing a lot of white hat practicing.
Grabbing her wrist she yelled, “Tony get her!” Tall, blond and bad news turned slowly I thought about putting another tranq in him. Fiona kept him turning with two shots to his left shoulder. He spun to the ground. “Watch Mrs. Ritz, Fiona, I'll check on Aoi.”
I stepped over a loudly bleeding Tony, he feebly tried to grab me. I find just a little pressure applied by my stiletto heels too one of his wounds works wonders. Taking his mind off of stopping me, and think more about the pain. Fiona cuffed Mrs Ritz who wasn't happy as the metal cuffs rubbed against her gun shot wound. Luckily Aoi was breathing and seemed to be coming around. While I wondered if it was safe to call Helen, I asked the $24,000 question, “So what's the scoop? Ginger, why the change of heart with your protégé?”
Ginger Snaps Ritz, now the Heiress to two cookie fortunes, spat, “Guess it doesn't matter if you know, we're all dead anyway. Roger and I got into contract killing for the thrill. We were hired to kill that bitch five years ago, but he couldn't do it. He said her story was too sad. Then we got lucky, a hooker that had almost the same name and could have been her twin, died of a drug over dose. We sold it to our employer and he took the bait hook, line and sinker. He was so happy to be rid of his sons girlfriend that he didn't check any further. He just wanted the mother out of the way so she couldn't come back for the son she'd borne. We thought we'd made it.”
"We brought Aoi into the US using the hooker's ID. Both of us thought she understood she could never go back. I guess she figured since she had money she could get her son back now. Stupid bitch, we had a good thing going till she tried calling him last month. She didn't even know she never talked to her son. It was actually just a blind set up. That brought the heat down on us. I thought that if you were working for us, your surveillance might scare them off. Because of your connection to the regional Kumicho Ikawa and thought that might keep my Husband and Miss Shendo alive.”
"So I was hired because I knew Kisa?” I asked. My mind was putting together the pieces, but there was still a missing bit. Also where did 'The Santa fit in somehow there had to be a connection.
"That was part of it. We thought you were a bimbo airhead. Who'd a thought that someone who dressed like you.... Arrrrrghhhh.”
Ginger Ritz ranted, “The koroshiya(hitter) was more ruthless then I expected. Shendo was actually my husbands body guard. There was no affair, the kissing in the theater was to keep you watching. Then Niko, he was the hitter, set the scene at the house, that you recorded. Niko forced them to do so at gunpoint. The bastard actually called me and was directing the scene as I listened over the phone. Guess I deserved to hear my Husbands death like that. We completed one hundred contracts, guess it is our own fault for being soft on this one. It's just that all the rest of them had been for people that weren't connected with organized crime.” Ginger wept, and collapsed into the chair.
“We just could not kill Aoi... then. But that sweet girl from the past is gone. She's become a hard-core Queen B since then and now I think she deserves it. I guess we made a monster. Then after all of Sato Nibishi's local talent had failed, He contacted me and made it very clear I had only one choice. I had to finish the job I had been paid for. So I could die quick or get tortured to death.”
“It does not matter now, we're all good as dead now. Sato Nibishi is too high in the Yakuza to be touched and he has the money to make us all go away. Even your connection to the Kumicho Ikawa will not be enough to keep you alive.” The Cracker Queen had really cracked up.
Then I looked at Aoi for a moment and it all came together. Kisa Ikawa and Aoi were sisters or cousins. Oh, that's why she gave us the audience. Great, I thought it was just the 'they all look alike to me' syndrome. It all made sense, Kisa knew I could keep her 'sister' alive. I pulled out my cell and scrolled through the numbers looking for a new entry, there it was in Japanese text. It had to be Kisa's number. I punched the talk button.
“Diamond, good to hear from you. Aoi is alive.” It wasn't a question, and I knew how close I came to being fitted for a 'wooden kimono'(cement overcoat).
I responded, “Also have the Quacker Queen and one of her goons. Seems she was just trying to finish a contract from Sato Nabishi.”
I knew she was smiling, “Thank you Diamond, I knew I could count on you. I have a favor owed me by the Oyabun. Nabishi-san is finished.” she disconnected.
Well I had helped my 'sister' we had been close and still are, just don't get together every week. I turned back to my ex-client, "Now Ginger I need to know a few more things, where is Helen and how many more goons do you have here?”
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The Cracker Queen, paid me, but it's tied up awaiting her trial. Fortunately OC and LA did gave me rewards for some of the button men that were arrested. My biggest surprise came from Aoi herself, who gave me half a mil for saving her life. Aoi quickly recovered and her attitude was that of her public persona. I wondered if Ginger had already gone over the edge prior to her confession.
So things turned out pretty well, Niko was being sent back to Japan to face several murder charges. He'd even made statements against all his associates that were arrested with him. Those staying in the big house all made confessions. Prompted by Niko's counsel which had visited them all. Only a few of us knew that Niko's counsel was one of Kisa's Shateigashira(lieutenants).
It was quite a surprise to be invited over for a Christmas party, but I told her Leo and I had a lot of catching up to do, and would probably be very busy. Fiona said she would be happy to go in my place. I hope she'll have fun, I know I will. Of course I still needed to track down 'The Santa' as well. After all there may be others that didn't fair as well.
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I finally got around to unwrapping Leo for Christmas. While we rested,Leo and I did some catching up. We started by just talking over old times. It helped, as it seems the gaps in my memory were filling in nicely. Leo and I really connected.
I tried fighting the feelings for a bit, but it felt so good and kept getting better. We spent a lot of time making like bunnies. I found out I was a screamer and multi-orgasmic, which was all very nice. I love Leo, and the bopping, but still... it's a little vexing, though with each time it becomes less disagreeable.
I'm still having trouble keeping myself from having carnal knowledge with Leo in front of everyone. It's been hard, but I've been able to keep it pg-13 in public, just barely.
Still I know I need to look for 'The Santa', I feel that there are others that need to be helped. How I'm going to aid those that need assistance I'm not sure. I may never get my life back, but the one I have is pretty good. For now I’ll just keep looking.