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Black Nylons part 3
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Black Nylons
Chapter III
{This is a consensual, non-violent story with a little bit of
fetishism. It is NOT a submissive-dominant story by any means; no one
in this story is whipped, beaten, called "master" or "mistress", or
forced to do anything their free will dictates dangerous.
IN THIS CHAPTER ONLY, THERE ARE DEROGATORY REFERENCES TO RACE AND
COLOR. THEY ARE IMPORTANT TO THIS STORY, AND IF THEY OFFEND, PLEASE
DO NOT HESITATE TO CRITICIZE. I ASSURE YOU THAT I AM NOT A RACIST AND
THOSE SLURS NEVER ESCAPE MY LIPS TO HARM OTHERS.
Bobbie Johnson (physically) can be thought of as a wisecracking Niki
Smith (The Guess? girl) who is very, ahem, voluptuous. Also, for all
those who lived in the Boston area during the 1950's, some of the
places I mentioned are as accurate as I can perceive them. Any
correction will be cheerfully corrected.
In Chapter III, a couple of months have passed. Bobbie is still Captain
of vice, but joining her is another Vice captain from Atlanta named
Yolanda Beart, who can be approximated by Lynne Thigpen (Carmen
Sandiego/LA Law fame). Yolanda is a very upstanding, righteous woman
with the same wisecracking sense of humor as Bobbie.
Copies? Mirth? Disgust? [email protected] is the address to
contact.
Brian}
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Bobbie had just finished writing the report on her investigation on
the Conrail scam in Allston when a dark-skinned woman approached the
desk. The woman bent over and spoke in a drawl, "Excuse me,
secretary, where can I find the Captain of Vice?"
Bobbie looked from side to side, and then cracked wide a smile.
"Roberta Johnson, Captain of Vice." Bobbie extended her hand and
quickly the woman accepted it.
"Name's Yolanda Beart. Atlanta vice sent me up to investigate a
supposed white supremacist ring that has spread up north. They wear
brown shirts and white sheets no matter what the weather is," sighed
Yolanda.
"Are you talking about the Order of Electrical Workers 59?"
"You really are as smart as they said you were," said Yolanda
reservedly. "I hear that they were going to burn down a few of the
three-deckers in which the newly-hired black workers live in
Dorchester. At least up north it's not as bad as it is in
Atlanta...Bubba and his henchmen use the work 'nigger' as if it were
punctuation, and I got a 30 day suspension for kicking
him in the nuts. Goddamn gorilla deserved it." Yolanda grinned without a
hint of guilt.
Bobbie rose from the desk and made a motion to walk to the coffee
machine. "I'll introduce you to the other members of the
department..."
"All I want is a cup of coffee and no fanfare, please." said Yolanda
modestly, holding up her hand.
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During the week, Bobbie and Yolanda made a plan to infiltrate OEW 59.
"I don't want anything to do with sex or giving these shock boys a
thrill..." Yolanda said, but Bobbie grinned and said, "I've done that
many times before. Just with a lift of the skirt and a glimpse of
stocking and the men simply beg for those metal handcuffs to go on."
"Being a Baptist, I normally would throw Biblical Scriptures in your
face, but I'm used to seeing spectacled bookworms do the same thing
for the hookers in the Red Light district." quipped Yolanda.
Just then Katie walked into the room. "Yolanda, this is Katie
Bronson, one of our undercover vice officers."
Quickly the two women exchanged handshakes, and Bobbie continued.
"Katie will work as one of the secretaries at OEW 59. Katie used to be a
taxi dancer, but she survived tha Academy and she's been working for us
for 3 years."
Yolanda grinned slightly, thinking that if she asked Katie a probing
question, Katie would either waffle or answer brilliantly. "Well, ah,
Katie, what made you become a police officer, especially of vice?"
"Experience."
"In what?"
"What do you mean?"
"If it's too probing a question, stop me. But what I'd like to know
is why you gave up taxi dancing and are now working for the police
force."
Katie was a little shocked, but she took a deep breath. "I don't
know, Captain Beart. Maybe I was tired of turning tricks for subway
fare home."
"You don't need to be catty, dear," growled Beart. Obviously, this
woman was not pleasant if crossed the wrong way. "You should have
told me it was none of my business, and I would have understood."
"I wasn't being catty. I was being truthful. You see, Bobbie pulled
me off the streets after a serial murder was lurking on the streets.
I hated giving fellatio to drunken sailors for $5, and I got a reward
for catching that jerk. So in all fairness, Ms. Beart, I'm here to
pay Bobbie back and to remove some criminals off the streets."
Yolanda stood back and crossed her arms. She glared for a moment,
first at Katie and then at Bobbie. Then she began to laugh, and hard.
"I'm sorry I tested you that way," said Yolanda after gaining some
composure. "I have the tendency to be quite direct, and I hope I
didn't embarrass you." Bobbie smiled and winked at Yolanda, who then
raised a thumb to acknowledge that the test they devised worked.
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"So you're our new secretary," said Sid Smith, the leader of OEW 59.
He was a rugged man, with a stone face and a blank atitude. "Miss,
ah, what's your name?"
Katie thought quickly, "Miss Linda Caverly," the name Yolanda and
Bobbie had devised.
"Yeah, Miss Caverly, all we want you to do is handle the phones, type
up items that we give you and do errands. Now, how many words do you
type?"
At work, 38, she thought. "50 words, sir."
"Good." Sid picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers. "Hey,
John, bring down those flyers for me." Soon, a robust man came
downstairs with envelopes and paper, cigar dangling from mouth.
"This is John, our printer. You give Katie instructions, and I'll
go fix myself a nice cup of Joe." Sid left the office, shutting the
door gently behind him.
"You don't have to worry about him until you take letters for him,"
said John gently. "How fast cn you seal envelopes?"
Katie took a packet of them, and sealed them all quickly. "I'm
impressed. Take care of these and call me at 6630. I'll bring more
down then." John then whispered, "Coffee's in the left hall. Nickel
a cup and cream's in the fridge." Katie nodded her head and began to
seal the envelopes.
Just then she began to read the paper.
BURN THE NIGGERS DOWN
NO SPICS AND KIKES IN OUR WORKPLACE
SEND THE DOG-EATING GOOKS HOME
MAKE DORCHESTER AND OEW59 WHITE AND PROUD
Katie was not only shocked, but she rose to go to the bathroom to
vomit. However, there was no women's room, so Katie went to the door
marked "restroom" and wretched there.
She noticed women on the stalls splayed out in different nude poses,
some with giant breasts, others with Betty Page like poses, complete
with black mesh stockings and bondage. Katie wretched some more, then
composed herself long enough to wash her face and adjust the seams on
her stockings.
She returned to the desk and folded more items into the envelopes.
John came downstairs with more items, and noticed that Katie was
shaken. "First day on the job jitters?" smiled John. Then he noticed
Katie had one of their fliers in her hands. "Hey, listen, my parents
came from Poland and the Nazis wiped their house out, and the
Communists threw them out into the streets," said John. "All I do is
print it up. I don't have anything to do with this, hear?" whispered
John. Katie smiled, and then went back to her work.
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"Holy son of Caesar's ghost," gasped Yolanda. "They're not just happy
with racism but they're also perverts. What I wouldn't give to kick
their asses all the way to Hell..."
Bobbie nodded in agreement. "I think we should activate plan B."
Yolanda looked puzzled. "Our initial plan was to infiltrate. Now all
we have to do is bust them."
"I think this Sid Smith character will be awfully pleased to have a
real live dame present," Bobbie said with a wicked grin.
"Don't tell me...you're going in there."
Bobbie sat down in her chair and raised her skirt a bit to unclip the
suntan nylons from their garters and roll them down her legs. She
placed them in the drawer and opened another one to extract a package.
She opened the package and extracted two black silk stockings from it.
"Uh, Bobbie, what are you doing?" asked Yolanda tersely.
As Bobbie bunched the silk stocking she had extracted from her drawer,
she said, "Sometimes, you need the higher-ups to get the gangsters
effectively." As soon as she clipped the stocking to the garter, she
snapped the garter hard against her thigh.
"Bang!" Yolanda said to herself with a grin.
Bobbie bunched up the other stocking and said, "Exactly."
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Bobbie found OEW 59 on the South Boston/Dorchester line on Dorchester
Ave. Pretending to be a representative of the Houston OEW, she
entered with an air of importance and was dressed to the nines in a
black dress, black heels and a veil.
"Excuse me, Miss, I would like to see Sidney Smith, please," she said
to Katie.
"He's at a meeting right now," said Katie with a professional atitude,
knowing that all of this was a charade.
"Oh, he is? Well, I'm Agatha Kresson, one of the female leaders of
the Houston OEW. He should be expecting me for 11 am."
Katie looked up the schedule. "Oh, I got the message this morning,
Miss Kresson. The meeting ought to end in five minutes."
"Call me Aggie. I appreciate that, miss..."
"Katie Bronson."
"Well, Katie, you are doing a fine job. I'll sit and wait."
"Yes, Aggie."
Five minutes passed, and Sid emerged from the office with a very
fat, bloated man with a thick Southern accent. "Ah hate those
nigguhs and weyeah gonna blast 'em out to God's green pasture..."
Suddenly he saw Bobbie (as Aggie) decked out in black finery.
"Lord in Heaven! What a piece of snatch!" uttered the man. In
response Bobbie raised her fingers and pointed it in his fat face.
"I want your name so I can send it to the home office in Houston. I
will not be called a piece of snatch by anyone. Do I make myself
crystal clear?"
"Well, who the fuck are you to tell me..."
"I'm the one to tell you that I will not tolerate any foolishness. I
am Agatha Kresson, new invesigator for OEW 59. I WILL chop your
everloving redneck balls off if you refer to me in that tone. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." The fat slug walked away sheepishly, after that tongue
cutting session occured.
"Are you Sidney Smith?" Bobbie asked curtly.
"I am." Sid's expression did not change much, other than to raise his
eyebrows as an approval of Bobbie's moxie.
"I'm Agatha Kresson. I called this morning for a meeting."
Sid would pass up this dame for nothing, Bobbie thought. "Yes, your
secretary called this morning from the Houston office. Damned if I
want to pay $18 for a collect call," Sid grinned. "Please, come into
my office." Sid turned to Katie and said, "Hold all my calls, Katie."
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"So you're going to burn down all those nigger's houses on West Sixth and
Dot Ave," said Bobbie after a generous amount of small talk. Bobbie
played the part of union moll to the hilt, even though in those days
women never got to that high of a position. She crossed her legs,
making sure that the faint hiss of silk gave Sid a message that she
was not the bitch to cross.
"We plan on doing it next Friday. Care for a Chesterfield?" Sid
offered as he presented his box of cigarettes to her. (Bobbie loved
Chesterfields, but she made sure her colleagues never saw it; in fact,
she remembered the morning she had to stand in -16 degree cold and the
cigarette stuck to her lips.) "You have good taste, Sid, even in
cigarettes." Bobbie extracted one and bent over towards Sid to have
the cigarette lit and to give Sid a scent of her perfume.
Bobbie took a puff, letting the smoke rush out of her mouth. "Sid, I
must say that Houston will put in a commendment. Your John Birch
ties and the quick turnover of minorities have made OEW 59 quite
stellar." She lifted her skirt a bit to expose a little more leg.
"In fact, that's not why I'm here." When she said "here" she let it
trail a little longer as she leaned over to Sid, whose expression had
changed but little.
Bobbie rose from the chair, and seeing that the shades were open she
closed them. Then she sat roughly back on Sid's desk and raised her skirt, this
time to above her stocking tops. "What would it take, Sid, for you to
kick out more minorities? Another kickback from Southies Favorite
Senator?" She eased herself and began to unbuckle her shoes. "How
about a new office in Beacon Hill?" she oozed sexily as one garter
after the other unclipped. "Maybe a pair of silk stockings from yours
truly to your wife?"
"Why you tramp..." Sid began, but Bobbie put a finger on his lips.
"We wouldn't want to have this escape to the secretary, now wouldn't
we?" she said seductively, knowing that Sid had a giant erection in
his pants. "Let's say if you fuck me, I'll bring you to the biggest
heights you ever got to," she said as she brought her silk stockings
down her supple legs as far as her ankles, then dangled her feet
ever-so-closely to Sid's crotch. He was raring to go, but Bobbie
wanted this stone-faced prick to have a massive case of blue balls.
Resting her foot against the desk Bobbie pulled a stocking off her leg
and draped it around his neck.
"You're ridiculous, sister!"
"I am?" said Bobbie with mock coyness. She extracted a pair of
handcuffs from her bag and went around Sid's chair to lock his hands
together. Then she sat on the desk again, laughing throatily as Sid
tried to wriggle out of the seat.
"You're a crazy bitch!" Sid growled. "I've got a giant hard-on
and you're handcuffing me to the goddamn seat! I hope the secretary
doesn't hear us."
"Oh, I assure you, she won't."
Just then the door burst open. Yolanda and Katie had their guns posed
together as other policemen rushed in to arrest Sid.
"C'mon Bobbie, you have to get dressed," said Yolanda in mock urgency.
"I think the lynching's going to occur right when we bring him and his
buddies to HQ."
"And Bobbie," Yolanda grinned, "Atlanta thanks you."
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OEW 59 DISMANTLED
RACISM CITED AS PEROGATIVE CAUSE
Commissioner Warren Beart from the Atlanta HQ called Bobbie when she
was reading the headlines of the Boston Globe.
"My wife says you did an impressive job in knocking out OEW 59," said
Beart. "All of the Orders of Electrical Workers are under
investigation, and 99.99% of them have racism as one of their factors
for closing down. My wife was right...you are one of the best Boston
has to offer."
"My pleasure," Bobbie beamed. "How's Yolanda?"
"Still fighting crime, I'm afraid," quipped Warren. "She's the
Captain of Vice, you know."
Bobbie said teasingly, "I wonder if cronyism is a crime in Atlanta..."
"Only for the whites, Bobbie. The black just do a harder and better
job at it. But that's not really true. We all have that opportunity
to do a fantastic job, regardless of color. Prime example is right
here."
"I hate to cut you off, but I have a meeting to go to in 10 minutes.
It's been nice talking to you."
"Same here. Goodbye." The phone clicked and Bobbie hung up her
extension.
Bobbie brought her chair back and raised her skirt. When no one was
looking, she brought back an elastic garter and snapped it hard
against her thigh. "Thwack" was its response, but her stocking top
had a giant hole at the welt. I must stop doing this, snickered
Bobbie to herself as she rolled the brown nylon down her leg.
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Brian Colby Copyright 1993. This story may be posted on other
archives or extracted for personal reading pleasure. All requests for
this story can be made by sending electronic mail to
[email protected]. Requests are usually filled within the day.
Brian Colby/UMass Dartmouth/1993
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