It was the end of March, the clocks had gone forward and the first tulips were beginning to open. Katie and Daisy were at something of a loose end. They had become young ladies of leisure, providing endlessly imaginative ways of pleasuring their fabulously rich sugar daddy. It had begun as a way of getting through the cost of living crisis, but it had become a new income stream. David, their single client initially looking to cease a period of celibacy, discovered a new thirst for rampant sex and the girls' libidinous excesses. He had amassed considerable wealth producing wine in Provence and was happy to spend some of it on the girls in return for their ingenious role play and the mind-blowing gratification that followed.
David had gone to France on business and wasn't due back until the middle of April. At least it would give them plenty of time to concoct lots of erotic scenarios for when he returned.
The girls had been for a walk around their local park. Spring was bursting forth, birds were singing and bluebells were emerging from their umbrageous slumber. They had purchased an artisan roast from the buttery and Katie was putting it through the grinder when Daisy's cell phone vibrated on the worktop.
"Hello."
"Hi there, I was just ringing about the ad."
Daisy was surprised to hear a female voice, as their fliers had all gone to only male house holders as far as she knew.
"Oh right, yes how can we help?"
"I just wondered what services you provided, I thought the ad was a little vague."
"Okay, ummm... can you give me a second, please?"
"Yes. No worries."
Daisy put her phone down and spoke to her friend.
"Katie, there's a girl on the line, asking about our ad, what do you think?"
"A girl?"
"I know, right. But David's away...what shall I say?"
"What does she sound like?"
"Youngish, quite well-spoken."
"Go on then, why not."
Daisy resumed her call.
"Hello, I'm sorry about that."
"That's okay."
"So, the thing is, the flier was deliberately not specific, so as not to mislead. We provide an élite relaxation service, if you get what I mean."
"Maybe, but not exactly."
"Well, let's just say, satisfaction is guaranteed."
"Oh, I see. I did wonder. And what kind of consideration would I be looking at?"
"If it's a single visit, three thousand pounds, or five thousand for two visits. That's per week."
"Oh, you weren't joking when you said élite, were you?"
"We do pride ourselves on providing a very thorough experience."
"You make it sound very appealing... sorry I didn't get your name."
"Sure, I'm Daisy and my friend is Katie. We work as a duo."
"Okay, well I do need to de-stress, so I'll go for the one visit and see how I go."
"Of course. I just need a name and address and a convenient date and time and we'll do the rest."
Elizabeth went on to give Daisy her details and said that she was looking after the house for her father. She explained that she was a busy business woman and had recently secured a very lucrative deal after weeks of negotiation. She was feeling a little on edge and now just wanted to unwind. Daisy agreed that she and Katie would come round on the Saturday, that Elizabeth should dress in something comfortable and just go with the flow. Daisy advised her of their role-play scenarios and to expect the unexpected.
"Well, didn't expect that," said Daisy, following her conversation.
"I know. Fills a little gap in our cash flow, while David is away. Any idea what our theme will be?" Asked Katie.
"Well not precisely, although there was one I was saving for David."
"What's that?"
"Police."
"We discussed that, we can't get the uniforms apart from those silly ones."
"Who mentioned uniforms? We can be CID."
"Ah of course!"
A couple of days later, they set off in the late afternoon just as the first seagulls were heading to roost. Elizabeth's house was on a cul de sac called Larchdene towards the far end of Ewing Drive Estate. The house wasn't on the same palatial scale as some, but shouted affluence and had a large garden with a fountain. A few Coy Carp added a splash of colour.
Daisy hit the door chime and after a few moments, they were greeted by a very pretty brunette of around thirty, with brown eyes and a sparkling smile. Daisy spoke before she was welcomed in. Elizabeth gave a little shiver of delight when she saw the two girls, both clad in pencil skirts and quite the most delicious stockings and suspenders.
"Elizabeth Ross?"
"Yes?"
"I'm Detective Inspector Daisy Carter. This is Detective Constable Katie Moffatt from Oxford CID."
Elizabeth flashed a wry smile.
"Oh, How can I help?"
"We're investigating a large warehouse robbery, involving large amounts of lingerie."
"Oh? And what does that have to do with me?" Asked Elizabeth.
"Information received has led us to narrow down inquiries to a few addresses, including yours. Can we come in?"
"I suppose, yes."
Elizabeth showed them into her house. The entrance led directly to a large living room, which was sumptuously decorated with pieces of fine art, Danish furniture and a very plush carpet. There was an L shaped polished wooden staircase with more artwork on the walls.
"I'll get straight to the point," said Daisy. "Where do you keep your panties?"
"In my knicker draw in my bedroom, obviously."
"Can we take a look?"
"Seriously?"
Katie intervened.
"Look Miss Ross, we can do this the easy way or we can get a warrant."
"Okay, I suppose you can have a look, rule me out or whatever. Just don't make a mess, please."
Elizabeth led the two girls up stairs and into the third bedroom, which had views overlooking the fountain.
"There," said Katie, pulling open the top drawer of her dressing table.
"If you please, Constable Moffat," said Daisy.
Katie rummaged carefully through the various items of lingerie, which included peek-a-boo bras, a selection of hold-ups and some very high quality silk panties.
"No, these aren't the designs," confirmed Katie.
"I told you, you're wasting your time," said Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was wearing a yellow dress with splashes of pink in abstract rose patterns. Katie pointed in the general direction of the lower half of the dress, and looked at the lady tycoon accusingly.
Daisy looked down and nodded.
"What about the ones that you're wearing?"
"I bought them from La Senza!" Elizabeth protested.
"So you won't mind us taking a look," said Katie.
"Help yourself," said Elizabeth.
Katie stood behind their sexy client and hitched up her dress gathering up the cotton at her hips. She had very shapely legs and as the hem was raised higher her panties were revealed, the pink silk followed the contours of her sex. Daisy traced the back of her fingers up the inside of Elizabeth's thighs, until she reached the cute little gusset.
"Well, I think we've found our evidence," Constable.
"I suppose you'll want me to take them off?" said Elizabeth, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Katie moved Elizabeth's hair to one side and planted a soft kiss on her neck as Daisy gripped the top of her panties.
The redhead spoke softly. "Yes, these will have to go in as exhibits."
Elizabeth shivered as Daisy eased down her panties. Katie continued to kiss her neck, her right hand meeting Daisy's as Elizabeth's little dark landing strip was uncovered.
"Let's have this off," said Katie, removing Elizabeth's dress completely. She felt delightfully exposed and only her bra remained, something which Daisy was quick to right, and unclipped the fastening as Katie's fingers roamed down her client's body. Elizabeth had a lovely figure, slim but with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were a good handful, her nipples a rich pink, like juicy cherries.