The Diplomacy of Janice Freemont Part 2 After the two women return from the bathroom, Kim decides to continue grilling them about their relationship. Janice, however, has other ideas. ‘As much as the thought of watching little Crissy squirm under the provocative questions is appealing, I came here to work---’ (smiles to herself) ‘---must remind Kim after I solve her problem to re-invite us to dinner so we can pick up where we left off---’ ‘So---‘ Janice thinks, growing serious again, ’I want to get to the root of the matter concerning this “alleged” rape that Kim experienced. I believe it’s rape but how--- that’s the trick.’ (sits down as Kim settles in to start off again) ‘And I’m going to find out, one way or another. By hook or by crook, by---’ "Is everything all right?" Kim questions, taking a bite out of her dessert. ‘Eep! Thinking too much!’ Janice suddenly realizes, switching gears on the fly. "Sure! Everything's fine. I like dessert, really. We just had to head to the little girl's room for a minute. You know how excited I get when it‘s dessert time. Didn‘t want to have an accident or something." Janice smiles. "I thought you two were having a quickie or something." Kim giggles. ‘I wish!’ Janice sighs inwardly, pushing her needs aside to focus on work. "No. No. Not us. Hell no, never in public, oh no.” Janice mumbles. “Not this time at least." Crystal allows, bailing Janice out of her situation. "So, Kimmy! It‘s OK for me to call you that, right? Well, Kimmy, tell me a little about your past sexual experiences. Anything unusual occur?" Janice gets right to the point. "What type of unusual things?" Kim grows serious. "You know, weird things that you may not be too proud to discuss. Multiple boys, pets, family like brothers, cousins, uncles, stuff like that---” Janice continues. "If I'd be too proud to discuss them, then why would you ask me about it?" Kim grows annoyed. "Me? Nothing shocking. Just curious dearie. You seemed to change your manner when I brought up the certain issues concerning sex." Janice replies. “Makes little ole me think your hiding something you don’t want your Auntie’ Janny to know. You don‘t want Auntie‘ Janny to take you in your bedroom and spank you now do you?” "Uh---” (looks at Janice as if she fell off her rocker) “What Jan is trying to say is--- more or less--- well---- has anything 'bad' ever occurred to you in the past, that you'd like to discuss? We're all friends here, you can tell us. We want to help." Crystal chimes in. Kim hesitates for a moment, finally realizing just what the two are getting at. “But--- but---“ Slowly Kim lowers her head and exhales. She knew they were here for something other than dinner, but her beloved was so concerned for her--- he just wanted to help, but she was uncertain whether or not to fully trust them despite the fact that they‘re her beloved‘s friends, but their badgering persists, and it eventually wears her down. Her husband eventually asking his wife directly just what did happen to her. “My uncle--- asked for sex. And threatened to---” The rest came out after that. At the end Janice/Crystal take their leave as Kim & Johnson hold each other, Kim crying into Johnson’s strong shoulder. ------------------------------------------------------------ Janice let the whole story brew in her head as they went home. Crystal drove. It seemed her uncle was a politician but had a strong libido and wanted sex a lot. So, to that end, he usually “bought” girls to live in his mansion as a live-in maid or assistant though their primary duty was sexual gratification for him. But later he became concerned about buying the wrong girl, and infecting himself with AIDs so he began to consider a purer source. He talked his brother to send him his two daughters to school in the big city and stay at his home. He eventually made them feel at home, got them into being inquisitive about sex through carefully “dropped” items and things he left for them to see on the internet, and eventually Kim and her sister started experimenting with sex. He first got off watching them but eventually he invited Kim’s sister into his bed and seduced her with drugs and porn. Kim was eventually dragged into this world when her uncle found out she was sleeping with a local boy. He used Kim’s own sister and that boy to turn Kim into a nympho and eventually the uncle was satisfying himself on the two girls and the boy all at once. Eventually however Kim ran away from home and right into the gutters with prostitution because she was so demoralized from the experience she felt she was worthless. It took a trip to America as a new owner’s slave, her freedom from the slave trade by Janice and her eventually marrying and falling in love with Johnson that finally restored her self confidence and began her on the road to recovery. There was an economic summit between Asian & American businesses and Kim’s uncle was there to represent the country he came from. He apparently brought her sister also and she was there, as his sexual plaything though officially she was listed as family, and he wanted to have one more threesome with the two sisters like old times. Janice told Kim to agree to this, and she set the rest of her plans into motion. ------------------------------------------------------------ First a call to a friend in a high place in INS. “So we’re all clear on this--- right?” “You know this is blackmail, Janice. Federal offense.” “You know INS owes me. I covered your blunder with that guy you let in who turned out to have a fascination for snuff films, so you owe me. INS picks her up tonight, squirrels her away, and gives her a new ID and citizenship for here so she can be reunited with her sister. Otherwise it’s light, camera, “Hey look, I got in with a handshake from INS and nobody even thought to question what kind of perv I am!!” And I still have his first film as a ode to the people who got him here in the first place. INS & Outs.” “Alright! Alright! One favor but we’re even after that.” “We’re even when the amount of dead girls is honored. One girl freed for each death. That’s seventeen dead girls, so seventeen favors. I used 2 so far, you owe me 15 more before our books are even. You know as well as I do that you could have done something about him before it came that bad, but you were so understaffed, with too many caseloads and under budgeted he slipped under the radar. Like a lot of people that seem to do that lately.” “We’re trying, alright? We’re trying! It’s not easy dammit and if the fuckin’ liberals get off our backs we can do more to keep bastards like him off the streets, but we need more to work with! It’s not our fault! We‘re not evil! We‘re trying the best we can! We‘re only human!” “You don’t know how much I want to believe that---” (sighs) “---can you though, cover this I mean? I need this tonight because it’s coming down to show time and I want my bases covered.” “It’s covered. I already cleared it when you called me last night. You got your free pass and everything, all under the table as you wanted, and it’ll all hold up if scrutinized by anyone so your cleared. Now how are you going to handle this? He does have diplomatic immunity.” “Diplomatic immunity can’t cover his assets if his assets are the liability.” “Say what?” “Never mind,” Janice picks up a batch of pictures and begins to file through them, “You don’t need to know what’s next. Just make sure my back is covered and I’ll cover yours and we’ll both come out of this just fine.” “Sure, whatever you say Janice, just keep this under wraps on your end.” “No problem.” (holds up pics to light) “I got my end covered.” ------------------------------------------------------------ The next part required a chat room and a contact. Sakura-chan (Janice) Shampoo (contact) Sakura-chan - I need to make sure you understand what I want. I need the link to be flawless, and it must reach the right people at the following e-addresses. And it must be free, or they won’t bite. They MUST see this! Shampoo - Anything else, or are you still holding that “gun” over my head? Sakura-chan - Dressing 11 year old girls in Anime costumes and having them perform sex acts is a very nice gun. Now how would you like me to shoot it? Shampoo - I stopped that six months ago! When are you going to give me a break? I did what you wanted! Sakura-chan - I’ll stop ratting on you about it when you stop hiding the old footage on your site for pervs to peek at if they jump through enough hoops. You didn’t think I wouldn’t be able to find that link through all that garbage and legal age stuff on your site did you? Shampoo - Alright, alright, you got me. I’ll make the link high grade and ready at a moment’s notice. It’ll reach the right eyes and it’ll be good. I already piqued their interests and they’ll be waiting for show time tonight. But question --- if you hate me so much why do you not “shoot” me already? Sakura-chan - Because I couldn’t go through legit channels with this plan. I need you “alive” to help me cut out the middle man and make sure this bastard fries. If I keep you on a leash, and remind you of my “ammo” once in awhile it’s to let you know I am also the one keeping you alive after you almost became a story on Dateline NBC. No response Sakura-chan - Why the silent treatment? You know we both need each other in the end. I keep you “alive” and on-line, you act as the weapon of my vengeance. It’s a poor marriage of convenience but it’s the only marriage that counts when it comes to work. And make no mistake, this is work. Shampoo - Can I sell the footage later on my site? Sakura-chan - Why not? But edit out the girls faces and put in new ones. Shampoo - Why bother? My clients are too ignorant to care. Asian girls all look alike to them. Sakura-chan - Then putting in new heads shouldn’t be a problem then since they all look alike anyway. Shampoo - Alright. Alright. You talked me into it. Shampoo - It was nice doing business with you. Sakura-chan - It’ll be nicer if you axed that girl site out and behaved. Shampoo - Fine. Alright. It’s gone. Everyone’s going towards the big breast schoolgirl look anyway and that‘s legit age stuff. Sakura-chan - Your impossible sometimes. Janice leans back in her chair and sighs heavily. “The stage is set, the magic is in hand and the audience is ready. Now all we need to do is have the guest of honor arrive, and make sure he‘s distracted by the show girls long enough for me to do my trick.” The phone rings, Janice quickly scoops it up and answers. “He took the bait? Tonight? Perfect. It’s set then.” (hangs up) “Whatever comes let it come, I’m ready for it.” Crystal sits next to Janice looking over her shoulder, “Why am I here?” “Learning experience. I thought you’d like to learn abit about how a successful sting like this is pulled off. And I’d like you to keep me behaved, just in case I get the nerve to blow his brains out after--- oh, and here’s the guest of honor now.” As Kim's uncle enters his expensive penthouse suite with Kim and her sister dressed like Geisha girls, Janice and a few of her INS/police pals continue their stakeout from the building directly across from the hotel. A few of the boys are making crude remarks in the background about watching two chicks get it on as Janice peers through the telescope. Janice motions for SWAT officers to draw their guns on the INS guys, “Tell your boys to keep their mouths shut or they’ll end up in a hospital for a month--- IF they survive.” Janice snarls, silencing the room of chatter as she returned her focus to the situation across the street. Crystal starts to rub Janice’s shoulders, trying to help her shake off the crass behavior, keeping her attention squarely upon the situation itself. “Goddess, Crystal, you’re a saint.” (moans) “I’m glad you came along. I needed that.” “What’s going on? What were they talking about?” “They think they’ll get a show--- and heaven forbid they might be right.“ The two women enter the penthouse suite nervously ahead of Kim's intimidating uncle. He is an imposing fellow of at least over six feet in height. His hair is jet black, cut short, he has a scowl upon his wide face, but that soon fades as a smirk replaces it. He is dressed in an expensive businessman's suit, top of the line. The two women are dressed like the ancient Geisha Girls of old, full make-up and attire. They scurry into the room, obviously not wanting to be there. “He looks tough, but nothing can stop a damaging bleed that comes from your peers on up. That kind of face shaming bleed doesn’t heal, and doesn’t stop until he breaks. He looks tough, but let’s see if he got the balls to go with the mass.” “You want to see his penis? I thought you didn‘t go that way. And what do you--” “----” (blinks) “Wrong balls, Crystal. And you‘ll see soon enough. Trust me.” “Oh.” He instructs them to head to the master bedroom. After sitting in a chair nearby, he motions for the two women to kneel upon the king size bed and they begin fondling one another. “I thought he’d go in there. Good thing “Shampoo” did the camera set-ups. They’re so perfect I can’t even tell they’re there. Damn he’s good for a jerk-off.” Kim slowly starts to undress her sister with loving care. Her sister, who appears the more nervous of the two, tries to do her part as well. Kim becomes assertive, and begins to show vigor in her technique to calm her sister down. She reassure her sister that everything will be all right. She plants a loving kiss upon her cheek. Her sibling follows her lead, and returns the favor, placing a passionate kiss upon Kim’s sensual lips. “Come on already. No more foreplay. Finish drinking the drugged wine from room service and get in the bed already. Come on.” As she lies back, Kim allows her sibling to take control of the situation. And she does with a renewed zeal. After taking a few sips of the glass of wine her uncle has left beside the nightstand, she grows even more relaxed, and gets more into it, caressing Kim's petite form in slow motions with her curious fingers. As he sits, he take long slow sips of the wine, letting it relax him far more than he thinks as he becomes aroused. “Figured he’d drink the wine, but our girl has a knack for that kind of stuff so she‘ll keep him occupied while he‘s floating amongst the clouds so to speak.” As she plays with her bellybutton and eventually moves her tiny fingers towards Kim's rock hard clitoris, she is excited to feel that she is dripping wet with nectar. She inserts one finger, then two, slowly hooking them both, moving them in and out of her as Kim gyrates with the movement, and the two continue to kiss feverishly. Kim's uncle has undressed by now, barely able to contain his enthusiasm. He too is rock hard, and he wants desperately to relieve himself. As he approaches the two women, they are completely oblivious to him, and have forgotten that he is in the room with them. Janice, however, has not forgotten, and is loading her .38 ready to make her move. “One more thing---” As he approaches the two Kim wrestles him to the bed, kissing him fiercely. She then waves her sister off telling her to bring rope and toys to make the night a pleasure he’ll never forget. As she steps into the next room she quickly moves to the door and is grabbed from outside the door by a cop and replaced by another girl, ropes and toys in hands, who takes her place (looking just like the one she replaced) to start the games. “He’s far too gone to even notice the switch. He wants to get laid, and two girls are two girls. Pity---” (downstairs Crystal watches Kim’s sister reunited with the real Kim on the street as the two run into a nearby unmarked car and taken to safety). “He’s going to love the surprise I have in store for him.” While the police and INS officers continue to set up their sting operation, Janice decides to get away with Crystal for awhile. “Hold the fort, Johnny. I’m steeping out of male-ville for awhile.” “Sure. You got your cellphone, right? I’ll give you a heads up five minutes before show time. Alright?” “Sure. No prob.” “Where are you going?” Janice’s INS contact asks. “Where do you think I’m going? All this crude talking and childishly crass behavior is pissing me off. I really need to relax before I blow somebody‘s brains out.” “The uncle?” “Your boys. And wouldn’t that be a bitch if I did that.” As the two head to one of the vacant rooms, Crystal pushes Janice down onto the bed and begins to massage Janice's tense neck and shoulders. "Thanks Crissy, I needed this." Janice states, kissing her lover as they lounge on the vacant room’s bed. She tosses the keys on the table and smiles. “Door locks automatically when someone enters--- so we‘re alone if your wondering.” The two’s lips join, their hands pulling and tugging off their clothes while still in the midst of their fiery kiss. They don't even bother to turn on the lights, they just continue to undress, as they rolls on top of the full size bed. Crystal starts to suck on Janice's neck so hard, that a small hickey swells up on it. Janice clenches her teeth as she gasps, “Make love, not a blood withdrawal!“ Crystal obliges her by beginning to devour her with her greedy tongue, slobbering her down with wet strokes along one of her medium sized breasts, while squeezing the other breast with her hand. Janice has her legs wrapped around Crystal's waist tightly, and is gyrating her mound onto her lover's mound, causing the two women to become even more excited. They then position themselves at an angle so that both of their pussies are grinding together. Crystal is on her back, Janice on her side. As the two grind and moan in unison, it is obvious that they both needed this time alone together. The moistness between their legs provides the lubricant they need as the gyrating escalates to full blown fucking. Crystal holds onto Janice's leg and thigh for support, as her large tits bounce up and down with the movements. Janice claws Crystal's calf, sucking on her pretty, painted toes as she continues to keep up with the bumping and grinding session. They are both enjoying the little rendezvous and have completely forgotten about the stakeout and the crude remarks being spouted by the officers in the other room. This is a moment of pure unadulterated pleasure, and the two women have taken full advantage of it with a vengeance. As they come both women collapse onto the bed gasping for breath. A minute later Janice pulls Crystal up to her level and both women fall into a brief reprise in each other’s arms cuddled close together. Hours later, across the street. The uncle takes awhile to recover from the threesome. Giving Janice more than enough time to dress, grab her gear, and get across the street in time for his wake-up call. He wakes up to Janice, sitting in the chair he once sat in, holding a gun to his head. “Hello there. Nice nap?” “Wh-what the fuck---” “Don’t move. And don’t think of screaming for help because this floor is cordoned off. We’re all alone up here.” “What do you want?” Janice thinks for a second, never letting her hold on the gun waver as she does, “Honestly? I don’t know. So many thing I could want, so little time---” “WHAT DO YOU---” (Janice shoots once, abit to one side just to silence him) “Shutting up is one thing. Listening is another.” (she wants abit to make sure he’s listening) “You’re a sick bastard, you know that? Get you jollies fucking your kin?” “I have diplomatic immunity, you can’t touch me!” “You’re right. I can’t touch you---” Janice picks up the laptop next to her and opens it, logging on as she does, “and I wouldn‘t do anything because the sniper across the street has a dead eye aim--- now, I can’t do nothing to you. But I’m betting they can.” Carefully she moves it about to show him the screen, on it his superiors and peers watching from across the world. “---that--- IT’S A TRICK!! A FUCKIN’ WHORE TRICK!!” “I checked after the show was over. Seems a fellow politician of yours had daughter who came back from her doctor’s appointment with a bun in her oven--- big surprise since she’s devoutly lesbian by nature. Want to say something about it?” “SHE’S LYING!! IT’S A TRICK!! IT’S---” (the link is severed) “They still there? No? Oh, well---” (closes link and laptop) “Guess they know where their loyalties lie. How about you?” “I’ll get over this! I’m big! Bigger than you! I’ll raise a furor with your government and have you lobotomized you bitch!!” “Sure your big---” Janice admits, “---now. But whatever venereal disease you got today will correct that mistake.” “W-what? My---” “NOT your kin. You were so hopped up and drugged you couldn’t tell your right from your left, let alone your own girls from prostitutes. And one of them really liked the work today. She doesn’t get to have very much free wheeling unprotected good ole’ days sex anymore after she contracted--- well, it.” “WHAT IT? WHAT DID YOU---” “What did you do to yourself? You boned yourself into a hole (pun intended).” As she stands up she paces him, watching his every move as she does. “The minute you stuck your thing into my friend’s new wife, you got me on your case. And the minute I heard the whole story is the minute I sealed your fate.” (smiles) “Normally I don’t condone killing except in self defense, but fuck-ups like you make me relish the thought of it. Just thinking of you makes me want to kill you. But I won’t---” (pulls an old “friend” out of her jacket and waves it at him) “I got this old 9mm from a--- well, a person. A person who didn’t like me, and wanted me to kill myself after--- well, after I was tenderized and worked over in a less than flattering manner.” (tosses gun onto bed) “There’s one shell left. You can either kill me with it or--- well, you decide.” And with that Janice turns and leaves the room, no longer caring what he did. Seconds later he blew his brains out. ------------------------------------------------------------ “So how’s the girls?” “They’re fine, Jan.” Johnson assured her. “The INS is setting up an apartment in your building to house her. They’ll also be assigning someone to help her get acquainted with living in the US and give her all the background she needs. And Kim’ll help, along with myself, and how about you? You going to help?” “She’s in my building so I don’t see why not. Any help I can give is given.” “That’s great.” (kisses Janice on the cheek) “Thank you.” “Hey! Hey!!” (pushes him back) “Not in public! Crissy will start to wonder!” “Wonder what?” Crystal asks as she steps up behind them. “How long have you been behind me?” “Since I moved into your place. Sometimes you even begged me to be there---” “No now. Please. The straight males are listening.” “Then I’ll be going.” Johnson says his goodbyes and walks off to be with his wife. For long seconds neither woman speaks, until finally Crystal asks the obvious. “Did you kill him?” “Didn’t need to. He killed himself with a long time ago when he pulled Kim’s sister into bed and started raping her. I just finished what he started way back when.” “I see---” (silence) “---will she be alright?” “To be honest she’s been living a nightmare for awhile now. She can’t just get over it that fast. She’ll take a long while, eventually mend and find true love. And regardless of whether it’s with a man or woman it doesn’t matter. As long as there’s love and they really care for one another then it’s OK in my book.” “That’s a surprising opinion.” “Well, Crissy, that’s why I’m not invited to more gay pride parades. I have all these contradictory slices of life theories I keep spouting and people think I’m bi from the way I talk sometimes.” “Are you? Bi I mean.” “I once got hot over a girl with a dick. Does that count?” “----” “Didn’t think so. Let’s go home.” And with that the two leave the street, the scene, and the incident behind them. As they look forward to their future, and their love. ------------------------------------------------------------ One week later. They finally found out the sister’s name, Mai. They also learned another thing---- Mai - “But doesn’t sex with a fake dick mean you secretly crave manhood?” (She was about as noisy and question laden about Janice/Crystal’s relationship as Kim was, and together they made a fearsome combination!) Janice frowns as she steps up to bat while Crystal shudders from the barrage of questions she was still trying to answer. “Do I ask you whether you two bone Johnny in bed? Give me a break!” The two suddenly look at each other and smile, “We like sharing things.” Janice’s heart stops for at least two seconds. She face faults as she stares at them. ‘They’re horrible!!’ she thinks to herself. ‘What did I ever do to deserve this?!?’ And it was another 45 minutes of casual drinks before dinner time. ‘I’m not getting out of this deathtrap alive---’ Janice laments. At this point crying seemed appropriate, but she didn’t have the liquid left after six fake bathroom visits to think up of answers to previous questions. And the night (sadly) was still young. “Does she ever give you fake blowjobs? Can you feel it if she gives you a hand job? Do you use oils and lotions? What is it like to---” ‘If I kill them all now I can plead temporary insanity--- god I hate straight people!’
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