Chapter 8
Bridget's memories were interrupted when Katrin called out, "It's almost morning now, Samantha. Can you start getting it yet?"
"Sure," Samantha said, getting up and standing in front of the phone.
She was not going to take any chances. She did not want Katrin to see what number she was dialing and when Effie answered the phone, she didn't even call the girl by her name.
"Sorry to disturb you so early, precious," Samantha said. "I want you to go to that post office box that we have in Nob Hill Station. You'll find a key in an envelope that will open a locker at the train depot.
"Inside that locker you'll find a package. Bring that package to my apartment."
Then Samantha hung up the phone. Everyone turned to look at Wilma, first regaining consciousness from the knock she had received on the head the previous night, groaned.
"Well, I see that you're finally reviving, Wilma," Katrin said with a smile.
"Too bad you won't be free much longer," Samantha snapped.
Wilma reached for her gun, but found that it was not there. Then Katrin said, "I'm terribly sorry, Wilma, but it was a necessary move on my part. You can always come back to me if you get released after twenty years or so."
As Samantha came over to Bridget, who was sitting with her back to the black-haired girl, she reached out and began to massage the redheads neck.
The clock ticked slowly until there was a knock on the door. Samantha opened the door and Effie was standing there with the package.
"Thanks, precious," Samantha said, taking the package from the blonde girl.
Effie looked into the room and then said, "Good luck," as she stepped away from the apartment.
Placing the package on the table, Katrin and Joanna rushed over to it. They pulled the paper from it and then stood the thick black dildo up on its end.
There was a moment of silence and then Katrin pulled a knife out as she said, "We must make certain that this is the real thing."
She began to chip at the layer of black enamel which covered the dildo. But, as she kept on scraping away black enamel pain, she found that there was just an enamel surface underneath it.
Katrin kept on working with the knife as if she hoped that something would happen. She wanted some miracle to turn the enamel into the precious stones she wished to see.
There was sweat standing out on her brow and a look of horror on Joanna's face.
"It's a fake!" Katrin screamed out. "It's a fake!"
"You fool!" Joanna screamed at the large woman, tears running down her face. "This is all your fault! You clumsy idiot! You stupid, stupid idiot!"
Katrin froze for a moment and then she looked at Bridget with fire in her eyes.
Samantha also turned to Bridget and snapped, "Okay, you've had your little joke. Now, tell us where the real one is, Bridget!"
"I swear that's the one I took from Colonel Krazinsky's house in Hong Kong!"
"That Russian!" Katrin said, stabbing the knife into the table.
"You fool!" Joanna cried out. "You were so clumsy! You let him know that you wanted it. You gave him a chance to replace it with a different one!"
"Maybe he never had the real Lesbian Dildo in the first place?" Bridget offered.
But, the other two women looked at each other and Katrin said, "That's it! He still has it." They both pretended that they didn't even hear what the girl had said to them.
A smile broke out across Katrin's face as she said, "I have tracked it down for eighteen years, another few months won't matter too much." She looked at Joanna and said, "What do you say? Shall we head to Hong Kong again?"
"You and me together?" Joanna asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Katrin looked to the couch and cried out, "Where is Wilma?"
Everyone looked at the door, which was standing open. It was clear that Wilma had left, frightened that they were going to send her to jail for the murders.
Chuckling in the back of her throat, Katrin said, "Well, it's been a pleasure doing business with you, Samantha. Now, if you would be so kind as to return my ten thousand dollars...."
"I kept my part of the deal!" Samantha purred. "You got your thing! It isn't my fault if it turned out not to be what you wanted!"
"Come now. Let's be fair," Katrin said, pulling a pistol quickly and pointing it at Samantha's heart. "There is no reason why any one of us should suffer the whole loss."
Slowly, Samantha pulled the ten bills out of her dress. She peeled one of the thousand dollar bills slowly off the pile and said, "This is for my expenses."
As Katrin took the other nine bills, she chuckled and said, "You're a remarkable woman. Are you sure that you don't want to join us on our trip to Hong Kong?"
"Thanks for the offer," Samantha said, Wrapping her arms around Bridget.
Then the two women left the apartment. As soon as they were out, Samantha picked up the phone and said, "Get me the police." When she was connected with Lieutenant Branigan, she said, "I know who killed Jakoby and Thursby. It's a girl named Wilma. She's a big blonde in a gray suit. Watch her, she's armed.
"She works for a character named Katrin Gutman. There's also a little dancer named Joanna Cairo who's mixed up in the operation. Pick them all up. It's a complicated story, but they were all in on a plot that cost a lot of lives."
Bridget was shocked at what she heard over the phone. She hadn't expected the beautiful girl to turn in the others and she was concerned about her own well-being.
"Okay," Samantha snapped. "Now you have to level with me!"
"Level?"
"You killed Millie Alquist! I know that you did it!" Samantha snarled. "She was too much of a pro to have gone down that blind alley with, her gun in her dress and the buttons closed around it. But she would have gone down there with you, precious!
"She was just horny enough to have licked her lips for a chance to get up your pretty pussy. And you could have stood right next to her and put a bullet through her tits. Why did you do it? Why did you kill Millie Alquist?"
"I didn't mean to!" Bridget started to cry as she pressed against Samantha's body.
"You wanted to get rid of Theoni Thursby! You figured that Millie and Thursby would meet and one of them would be killed. If Thursby was dead you would have her out of the way and you would be able to get all the money when the dildo was delivered.
"And if Millie got killed, you would have seen to it that Thursby was set up for the murder. That was it, wasn't it?" Samantha snarled.
When Bridget nodded, Samantha said, "But when you saw that it wasn't working out, you figured that you had to do it yourself. You killed Millie with Thursby's gun. But what you didn't know was that at the same time, Katrin had sent her hit lady to kill Thursby so that you would be scared into giving yourself up."
"That's it!" Bridget cried out.
"And then when you were alone, you came back to me. You needed someone to protect you."
"I would have come back to you eventually," Bridget sighed. "You know that, don't you? I knew from the first that I needed you and that...."
"How many others have heard that same line?" Samantha hissed under her breath.
"It's the truth! I love you, Samantha! I really love you!" she cried out.
"And I love you, precious. You'll probably get twenty years. With time off for good behavior you could be out of Tehachapi in sixteen years. I'll be waiting for you."
Bridget stepped back and then laughed a little as she said, "Don't say that, Samantha. Even as a joke." She forced another laugh as she said, "I thought for a moment that you were serious...that you really meant what you were saying and...."
"I do mean it, precious," Samantha said, reaching out and running her lingers along Bridget's elegant neck. "I just hope that they don't hang you by your pretty neck."
"Surely Millie did not mean as much to you as I did!" she screamed.
"She was my partner and when your partner is killed...." Samantha hesitated and said, "I don't know if any of this will mean anything to you, but I'll make one attempt and then forget about it. When my partner was killed, it didn't matter what I thought of her. I had to do something about it.
"It just so happens that I am in the detective business and when one of us is killed it's bad for all detectives everywhere.
"That's all on one side of the scale. On the other side there's this; I love you, maybe, and you love me, maybe." Then there was silence for a moment.
"You know if you love me or not! If you really love me you wouldn't need anything else on that side!"
"In that case all I can say is this!" Samantha shouted as if she were trying to drown out the pleas of the redheaded .beauty. "I won't take the rap for you because everything inside of me wants to do it and because I don't want to walk in Thursby's shoes and...who knows how many others there were before her?"
Bridget collapsed in the chair and was crying as Samantha came over to her and said, "You're the kind of sweet and lovely little innocent who always finds someone to take care of you. I always hated dykes like you. You play on your femininity and use the tough broads whenever you happen to need them.
"Do you even realize that you've never eaten my pussy?" Samantha asked.
"Eaten your pussy? You're gonna send me to jail and you're talking about cunt lapping?"
"Now, that's the selfish kind of thinking that I'm talking about!" Samantha snapped. "I ate your pussy and then you said that you were too tired to lick mine."
Bridget' gasped and said, "I-I never ate a pussy in my life."
"What the hell kind of dyke are you?" Samantha screamed. Then she raised her hand and said, "Don't tell me! I know! You're the kind of dyke who-likes to lie back and let someone else do you!"
The beautiful redheaded girl nodded her head when she heard that. Samantha pushed her to her knees.
Bridget looked up at Samantha and swallowed hard for a moment. Then the black-haired beauty pulled her skirt up and revealed her black lace panties.
"Take my panties down!" Samantha commanded. "With your teeth!"
Bridget was shocked by the command, but she reached up with her teeth and grasped at the fabric. She started to pull the fabric down and she could feel the wispy black pussy hairs rubbing against her gums.
As she slid the front of the panties down, her upper lip was turned inside out and pressed against the snatch. Then she lost her grip on the thin fabric and it snapped right back where it had been.
Bridget realized that she had to move to the side of the tall black-haired beauty so that she could tug on the panties and roll them down from the other girl's hips.
She pulled the clinging fabric from Samantha's rounded ass cheeks and her upper teeth rubbed along the firm and smooth flesh.
Then she was able to move back around to the front of the girl's body and she pulled her panties down, rubbing her upper lip against the soft hairs of her snatch.
With her panties off her rounded hips, Samantha moved her legs back and forth to let the thin bit of black fabric slide down her legs.
Once the panties were at her feet so that the beautiful black-haired girl could spread her legs wide apart, she stepped out of the bit of black fabric and kicked the panties across the room.
"Now, lick me!" Samantha groaned under her breath. "Lick my pussy."
Bridget brought her inexperienced lips up to the moist and wrinkled pussy flesh that was guarding the entrance to Samantha's hot pussy.
First she brushed her shut mouth against the flesh. She could immediately feel the moisture that was seeping there. Then she opened her mouth and pressed her lips against the cunt lips, tasting the succulent flavor of the pussy juice that was on the lips.
And then the girl darted her tongue out and rubbed it against the wrinkled cunt lips. She slid her tongue down one side of the pussy slit and then she slid her tongue up the other side.
Pushing her tongue firmly against the cunt lips, she felt them separating and she arched her head back so that she could work her mouth muscle deeper against the tightly clinging cunt lips.
She could feel the lips of the pussy that were clasping around her invading tongue and trying to keep her from entering, but she managed to push them apart.
Once she had her tongue tightly in the cunt slit, she began to work her mouth muscle back and forth, tickling at the flesh that was fringing the hole and exciting that most sensitive flesh with a combination of hot and gentle touches.
Samantha tucked her skirt into her belt so that it would be out of the way. Then the girl who was on her knees began to work even harder at licking the twat.
When Bridget got up on her knees so that her ass was jutting up in the air, Samantha leaned over and pulled the girl's skirt up. Then she began to peel her panties down until her ass was revealed.
There were still some pink welts on Bridget's bottom from the whipping that she had received at the hands of Joanna Cairo. Samantha rubbed her hand over the rounded cheeks and then she grabbed the black enamel dildo from the table.
While Bridget was sucking and licking at her pussy, Samantha pressed the broad head of the black dildo against the girl's pussy slit.
She began to press the dildo against the wrinkled flesh of the cunt and then she managed to push it so that it parted the cunt lips and entered the confines of the vagina.
Working the dildo deeper and deeper into the cunt, she could feel the pussy flesh that was separating in front of the jabs of the enormous prong.
At first Bridget seemed to get tense with the contact of the dildo against her delicate flesh, but then she started to enjoy it more and more. She was actually backing her hips into it.
Bridget spread her legs and ripped the fabric of her panties so that she could get her cunt lips further apart and manage to take even more of the thick dildo into her body.
And, with the dildo jabbing against her flesh, the girl was shoving her tongue more anxiously into the confines of the other girl's cunt.
This was the first time that Bridget was eating out a pussy, but she was doing a good job of it. With the drooling cunt cream that was sliding down her tongue, she was enjoying it very much.
And then, as she felt the walls of the pussy growing thicker around her tongue and holding her tongue in place where it was, she started to push even harder against her tongue.
When Bridget was pushing harder against the pussy flesh that only helped to excite the cunt flesh even more and soon the girl was fighting to work her tongue up into the pussy.
The flesh that was around her tongue had filled up with cunt cream and so it was difficult for the girl to get her tongue into the confines of the spongy flesh.
But, as she pushed, she finally managed to get her tongue up into the recesses of the twat.
With the black dildo exciting the depths of her own pussy, the girl heaved a great sigh. She could feel the same thickness in her own pussy flesh that she was tasting against the cunt flesh of the beautiful black-haired girl who was standing over her.
As she felt the explosion inside of her twat and she felt her cunt meat collapsing around the thick black dildo that was stuffed inside of her, she gasped and thrust her tongue up inside of the twat with even more power.
The cunt flesh collapsed around her tongue and Samantha was in the midst of an orgasm.
When the black-haired beauty felt her pussy wriggling and undulating around the invading tongue, she pressed her legs on both sides of the young girl's face.
Samantha also became a little wild with the dildo that she was wielding. She pushed it even deeper into Bridget's cunt and the girl collapsed to the floor.
But, when Bridget collapsed to the floor with the dildo still locked in place between her legs, she still had her tongue stuffed all the way up into Samantha's pussy slit.
The two of them were locked together in that position for a long time and then there was a knock on the door. Samantha pushed the redheaded girl's face away from her cunt. Then she rushed around Bridget's body and began to work the dildo out of her slit.
"It's the police! Open up!" Came a voice from the other side of the door.
"I'm coming!" Samantha called out as she plucked the big dildo from the other girl's cunt. Then she straightened out her own skirt and Bridget had the presence of mind to pull up her panties and straighten out her skirt as she stood up.
Opening the door, Samantha saw that it was Lieutenant Branigan. She nodded to the man and then turned to the girl who had just eaten her pussy as she said, "She's the one who killed Millie."
"Come along," one of the police officers said, taking Bridget by the wrist.
The lovely redhead looked over her shoulder, stunned that Samantha had been so cold-hearted to her.
For a moment, the black-haired beauty was in the room with the police lieutenant and then she tossed him the black enamel dildo, saying, "This is what the whole fuss was about. It's an important piece of evidence."
Weighing the thing in his hand and realizing that it was still sticky from Bridget's pussy juice, the police lieutenant said, "What is this anyhow, Samantha?"
Smiling a cocky half-smile, the lesbian said, "It's the stuff that wet dreams are made of!"
He brought it to his nose and sniffed the pussy juice.
Samantha smiled. With Bridget going to the women's prison, no man would taste that sweet cunt cream for a long, long time.