Archie KesslerKessler
Archie Kessler Kessler
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He dropped his pants and stood behind her, a rather useful erection protruding from his groin. He pulled aside the gusset of Glenda's satin granny-panties and poked a hole in her tights. He slammed his cock into her sloppy wet cunt.Glenda was so wet that Ruffe could smell the pungent stench of her cunt.Ruffe grabbed Glenda by the hips and began to fuck her hard and fast, bringing his cock all of the way out and then slamming it all the way back inside her."Guh! Guh! Guh!" Glenda grunted every time Ruffe's cock slammed into her sodden minge.She put her hand inside the waistband of her knickers and tights and found her sloppy cunt inside the thatch of pubic hair, she opened her thick labia and pressed her finger to her clitoris and rubbed it hard. Waves of pleasure reradiated from her cunt.Ruffe interrupted Glenda. He pulled out of her, spun her around lifted her onto the desk. She opened her legs wide and Ruffe slammed his cock back inside her and Glenda closed her big thighs around Ruffe to keep him close. They could kiss now while they fucked and the base of Ruffe's cock stimulated Glenda's clitoris. She wrapped her arms around Ruffe and pulled him tight against her as she orgasmed, screaming obscenities into his mouth.Ruffe pushed Glenda down on the desk and slammed his cock inside her all the way and ejaculated; his scalding semen filled her slippery twat and dribbled down the crack of her buttocks, soaking into her knickers.When Ruffe had finished coming Glenda pushed him away from her and scrambled around the desktop until her hand found what she was looking for. She snatched up the box of tissues and took a handful and began to wide herself between her legs. Ruffe snatched a handful and wiped his cock."If you've got spunk on my dress Ruffe I'll kill you," Glenda whined."Oh fuck off Glenda; you wanted it as much as I did," Ruffe grinned."Yeah, I suppose I did. You fuck pretty good for a skinny, Scandinavian, newspaper reporter," she joked."Hey! Enough of the Scandinavian, you copper bitch," Ruffe pulled her into his arms and kissed her and she let him."Ok. I'll go down first and then you go and pretend to have a smoke and then come join me," Glenda said."So that no one knows we snuck away for a fuck?" Ruffe stated the obvious.Glenda nodded.As she walked away Ruffe failed to tell her that back of her dress was caught in her tights.*****Robin and Charlie danced the night away both noticing and commenting about how close Glenda and Ruffe were dancing."Who would have thought? What a strange couple," Robin commented."Really! Is that the pot calling the kettle black?" Charlie smiled up at him amused.Robin got it and smiled back at her."Drink?" Robin nodded at the bar and Charlie nodded her assent.Robin went to the bar and got them both drinks while Charlie sat at their table, rubbing her feet; it had been a long night on the dance floor. Muriel Shutter and the other policeman's wife who had displayed their dislike of her left the table again as soon as Charlie sat down. She was used to being shunned by some people so she didn't care; she now had a circle of good friends and a man who loved her.Robin came over with the drinks and they both took some time to relax and chill out."I'm going to the ladies," Charlie whispered in Robin's ear over the din of the band.Robin nodded and leaned back in his seat and surveyed the room feeling very contented.Chief Constable Edward Bard slipped into the seat beside Robin, his face fixed with a scowl."Good evening sir," Robin offered his hand.Edward looked at Robin's hand like he was holding turd but he eventually reached out and shook it limply.Edward Bard was in foul mood. He had seen Glenda and Ruffe canoodling on the dance floor and watched them sneak away. If Alicia wasn't watching him like a hawk he would have gone after them. His wife had been distant all evening and he suspected that some evil cunt had told her that he was having an affair with Glenda. As much as they had tried to keep the relationship discreet, tongues till wagged. Unfortunately for Robin he was the only target on which Edward could inflict his venom."I hear your little SCI hasn't produced anything productive. Probably time to shut it down," Edward swallowed his whisky in one gulp and waved his empty glass at a waiter hovering nearby."On the contrary sir we have some ideas but we need to refine them and follow them up before we pass them on to the CID Task Force," Robin countered."I'm moving Glenda on and as I only set up the Special Crime Investigation team as a favour to her so there is no need for me to let your motley crew continue to waste police resources," Edward considered the bottom of his empty glass.A waiter put a fresh drink in front the Chief Constable and then looked inquiringly at Robin who shook his head."And you need to seriously consider what you're doing or you're likely to end up on the scrapheap with her, or maybe even discharged from the service as unsuitable," Edward picked up his fresh drink and sipped it."I beg your pardon sir?" Robin asked incredulously.Edward reached into his jacket and produced a copy of Modern Girl, one of many that had mysteriously appeared and had been circulating the room. He slapped it down on the table."You can't get it right can you? You vilify that thing within earshot of the media and then you do a complete turnabout and start shagging it," Edward said through gritted teeth."How could you bring her here? You mug! People thought that you had brought her here as a charity case and then you carry on like a love-smitten schoolboy on the dance floor.""She, him, it, whatever, is a common prostitute... a fucking transvestite prostitute. And you get her a job with your sister cutting hair in London. At least she's with the other freaks in Soho I suppose. If you had kept your tryst with the miscreation secret it would be tolerable; but this! This!" Edward slammed the flat of hand down on the cover of the magazine to emphasise his point."I want your SCI wrapped by the end of next week. No more press releases from that Scandinavian shitraker, the tranny goes back to hawking her arse or cutting hair -- I don't care which and Glenda reports to my office for reassignment Monday week and you go back to CID.""If you're still shacked up with that tranny tart you can come in and hand me your resignation or you can take a demotion to Detective Constable if you dump her; your choice," Edward arose unsteadily before Robin could answer."Make the right choice Sparrow; other than making some stupid errors of judgement recently you're really not a bad copper," Edward patted Robin's shoulder heavily and walked away.Charlie noticed the line-up at the ladies as soon as she entered the corridor. A couple of women were leaning against the wall smoking, contrary to the building regulations. Charlie rummaged in her clutch for her own cigarettes and then she looked up and saw a delegation of women blocking her way.Alicia Bard, Muriel Shutter and the surly policeman's wife stood in front of her with their arms folded. The other women sensed that trouble was brewing and squeezed past them and left them alone.Muriel Shutter held up a copy of Modern Girl and spat on it, dropped it on the floor and ground her heel into it."You're going to the wrong toilets Mister. The men's is down the next corridor, I don't think they have a toilet for perverts," she hissed."What the fuck are you even doing here? You admitted yourself that you're a prostitute and really a man under that lipstick and powder. You're a fucking disgrace and dishonour us all for even being here," the policeman's wife chimed in."Why don't you just leave and take that other whore with you," Alicia said bitterly."Other than you three I don't see any other whores here," Charlie countered.The three women narrowed their eyes and gritted their teeth."Oh, here comes the other whore now," Alicia pointed over Charlie's shoulder.Glenda had entered the corridor and was approaching, adjusting a shoulder strap on her gown."What's goin on Charlie?" Glenda asked as she approached."What's going on is this maleficent perverted man in a dress is trying to use the wrong toilets," Muriel screamed, pointing at Charlie."He's not welcome here and neither are you fat home-wrecker," Alicia added."Charlie is twice the woman of any of you harpies and if you have an issue with your husband putting his cock around, maybe you should consider opening that plugged-up pit between your legs Alicia. Now if any of you would like to take this further I'm sure Charlie and I can sort you out and send you home crying," Glenda stood beside Charlie."You three look like you couldn't beat the skin off a rice pudding and I'm versed in self-defence and Charlie here has taken on the Essex Slasher. Any of you tarts fancy being punched arse-up bring it on... together or one at a time," Glenda challenged."That's the sort of behaviour I'd expect from your sort. Common as dirt!" Alicia replied but the fear in her eyes was evident as was the reluctance of the other two women to engage physically."Don't go home angry; just go home ladies," Glenda and Charlie stood aside so the three women could leave."Whores!" Alicia called out as she scuttled past."Frigid old frump!" Glenda called after her.Charlie and Glenda burst out laughing and clung to each other as they nearly collapsed laughing."Just as well they didn't want to fight; I'm pissed as a parrot," Glenda chuckled."And I can fight alright but not in this skin-tight satin sheath," Charlie added.They both went into the ladies and stopped at the mirror to fix their makeup; Glenda's was particularly smudged and Charlie had a good idea why."I'm going to be a while Charlie, I need to do a little housekeeping and change me knickers," Glenda cackled as she closed the door to her cubicle."Too much information Glenda," Charlie sniggered and went into another cubicle.Being a transvestite in this situation was actually an advantage. As was usually the case the ladies loo had been overburdened by the crowd and the cleaning staff had been able to keep up. The floor was soaking, there was toilet paper everywhere and the seat looked manky. There was no way Charlie was sitting on that and letting her gown touch the floor.She opened the split in her dress and pulled her knickers and tights down her thighs. She hadn't taped because the gusset of her tights and her snug-fitting knickers kept her genitals in place so she was able to piss standing up. She sorted herself out and left the cubicle to wash her hands."You ok in there Glenda?" she called out as she dried her hands."Just wiping away the last of Ruffe," Glenda called back, rather drunkenly."Again, too much information. I'll see you at the table. I think it's time we called it a night don't you?" Charlie tossed that waste paper in the bin."Couldn't agree more; see you out there," Glenda called back.Charlie come out of the ladies surprised to see a line-up of women waiting to use the loo. Word had got around obviously. She shrugged her shoulders and walked down the corridor and nearly collided with Walter Middleton who was coming the other way from the gentleman's lavatory.Charlie froze. She was speechless and unable to move, she leaned against the wall to stop herself falling to the floor."Hello Charlie; nice dress," Walter said flippantly as he walked passed her, not even looking back.Charlie thought she was made of sterner stuff. She envisaged that if they ever found the Essex Slasher she would kick him in the balls or at least give him an earful of cheek. She had imagined being on the witness stand and pointing to him in the dock telling the court... 'it was him milord'. But all she could do was lean against the wall, legs like jelly, trying not to puke as she shivered with fright.No more than a minute passed until Glenda found her that way."What the fuck Charlie did those women come back? Did they do something to you?" Glenda tried to get through to Charlie who was incoherent."It was him," Charlie thought she was shouting but it was barely a whisper."What?" Glenda leaned in closer."It was him. It was the Slasher," Charlie murmured, still shivering.Glenda slapped Charlie across the face."Charlie! Charlie! Get your shit together. Say that again," Glenda said excitedly."The Essex Slasher just came out of the pisser and walked past me like I was nothing. He's here Glenda! He's here!" Charlie found her voice and screaming at the end of the sentence."Where did the fucker go?" Glenda shook Charlie again."In there! In the ballroom!" Charlie was starting to gain control of her faculties."Let's go find him," Charlie pushed past Glenda but Glenda grabbed her shoulder and stopped her."Wait up sister, let's go find him together," Glenda took Charlie's hand and they entered the ballroom.It was impossible to see properly with just the ceiling lights and the reflected lights of the disco balls, faces were brilliantly lit for a millisecond and then they became dark and fuzzy as myriad little squares of light passed over the crowd. Charlie looked frantically around the ballroom with Glenda hanging on to her. Glenda thought briefly of trying to find Robin but they might lose the Slasher so Charlie and Glenda started going from table to table trying to find him.They both figured he would not be on the dance floor after what had just happened. It didn't help that all of the men were wearing dark suits so he had no distinguishing clothing.Glenda suddenly stopped and pulled Charlie to her and shouted in her ear."He'll be leaving. He won't stay around now that you have recognised him. We're wasting our time let's go to the door and we'll see if we can catch him on the way out."Charlie nodded and they pushed their way through the crowd to the door.They arrived at the top of the sandstone steps at the entrance to Chelmsford Shire Hall just in time for Charlie to recognise a man getting into a late model Bentley which had been brought around to the front by a valet. They could just make out the face of a woman in the passenger seat but Charlie was sure it was the Slasher getting into the driver's seat.The car pulled away and lurched into the traffic to the tooting of horns."Fuck he got away!" Charlie lamented."The fuck he did!" Glenda growled."Kilo Mike Alpha three seven five, Kilo Mike Alpha three seven five, Kilo Mike Alpha three seven five," Glenda kept repeating the sequence."Glenda! Glenda!" Charlie was overexcited and distraught."Shh. Shut the fuck up Charlie! Kilo Mike Alpha three seven five, Kilo Mike Alpha three seven five," she kept repeating it.Glenda ambled down the steps as fast as could in her tight dress and rushed over to the valet."Pen! Pencil! Paper! Anything! Kilo Mike Alpha three seven five, Kilo Mike Alpha three seven five," she screeched.The valet looked at her like she had escaped a looney bin.Glenda snatched a parking stub out of the valet's hand and a pen from the pocket of his red waistcoat. She scribbled on the flimsy cardboard while the valet tried to snatch back his pen and paper."Fuck off, I'm a police constable you idiot," Glenda held the pen and paper away from the valet.She held the parking stub up to the light and read what she had written on it 'KMA 375'."Gottcha you bastard!" she hissed."Any idea who was driving that car?" Glenda asked the valet who still regarded her as some sort of maniac."We don't put names on parking stubs. We just put the ticket on the keys with a lackey band and rip off the stub and give it to the driver and park the car round the back. When the driver picks up the car we just check that the numbers match," the valet explained."I didn't think it would be that easy," Glenda sighed."Don't go anywhere, one of my colleagues will be here to interview you soon," Glenda said authoritatively.The excitement and adrenaline had sobered her up.Glenda and Charlie went back inside to find Robin. He was seated at their table looking dejected.They both excitedly poured out their story and finally Robin roused himself and began to listen."Come on let's go into foyer so I can hear you properly; I'm only getting every second word," the band had switched from classic ballroom dance music to contemporary pop music and it was hard to hear over the screech of guitars and drums."You go first Charlie," Glenda said catching her breath as they stood in the corner of the foyer.Ruffe had found his colleagues and was smart enough to know that something important was afoot and the best way for him to find what was to remain silent and listen.Charlie explained how she run into the Slasher coming out of the gentleman's lavatory and then Glenda filled in the remainder about the search and seeing him drive away."I have his registration Robin! We've got the fucker!" Glenda said excitedly."We need to tell the Chief Constable to stop the ball and get the Task Force down here now and start interviewing people. CID can run the licence plate down at the station," Glenda was almost breathless."You two stay here. Glenda you come with me," Robin had come out of fugue and was ready for action.He half dragged Glenda over to where Edward Bard was sitting with his wife."Sir, something terribly important has come up. We have to speak to you immediately," Robin shouted over the band.The Chief Constable was well into his cups and his wife was not much better. They had to plead with him to get him to come outside into the peace and quiet of the foyer.Robin nodded at Charlie who had recovered her composure and told Edward what had happened in the corridor leading to the conveniences and then Glenda took up the story."We have him sir. We have the bastard!" Glenda said excitedly.Edward stood nonplussed for what seemed like an eternity as he ruminated on what he had just been told, meanwhile Glenda and Robin had to hold their tongues and wait patiently, worried that the Slasher was right now fleeing and making an escape to who knows where."So let me get this right. The Essex Slasher was invited to the Essex Police ball and came along with his wife. He went for a piss and when he came out he ran into the err... the woman whose throat he had slashed and nearly killed and is the only person in the world who can identify him and all he did was compliment her on her dress.""He went back into the ballroom and escorted his partner to his car and drove away but conveniently not before WPC Savage gets to write down his number plate," Edward looked in turn at Robin, Glenda and Charlie."And all of this happens right after I tell you that I'm disbanding your SCI, putting WPC Savage back on the beat, and demoting or sacking Detective Sargent Sparrow," he shook his head in disbelief."I'm not stopping the ball. I'm not bringing in CID to interview my guests. What do you two take me for? An idiot!""The Mayor of Chelmsford and the Lord Mayor of Essex are in there," Edward nodded at the ballroom doors."Half the elite of Essex are in there! 'Excuse me Sir and Madame, might you have been sitting with The Essex Slasher tonight, can I take down your particulars?'""Don't be so fucking daft! I'm not going to take the word of that!" he pointed at Charlie."And you would have me believe two police officers I'm considering sacking! Fuck off; what do you take me for?" Edward seethed."The last act of your useless little shitty Special Crime Investigation team will be to hand that registration number to CID on Monday. It will turn out to be useless. Christ it's likely to turn out to be the licence number of the vicar."
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