“It’s a disgrace! An absolute disgrace!” The chief said, angrily, pacing behind his desk. “Not to mention an utter embarrassment to the force!” He directed his gaze at the two people sitting on the other side of it, fidgeting nervously as their boss vented his frustrations. 

Officers Sarah Mitchels and Tammy Peterson were both in their late 20s, the former an athletic woman with short, sandy hair while her partner was a pretty blonde. Both had joined the police straight out of school, but eight years on the force hadn’t brought much in the way of advancement, partly due to superiors who wouldn’t give the gals a chance to prove themselves and partly because when they did get the chance, it usually proved an embarrassment, both to them and the force. 

Their latest embarrassment had involved playing escort for a VIP: Barbara Phelps, 22, socialite, heiress to a fortune and a darling of the press who loved the gorgeous redhead for her looks, her style and her ability to generate headlines wherever she went. This time, however, the headlines had carried more sinister undertones. It seemed, someone planned to kidnap the young lady, whether to hold her for ransom or for other, darker purposes, and they were so confident in their success they’d sent threatening notes, advising Barbara to settle any outstanding business before she was whisked off to whatever fate the would-be kidnapper planned for her. 

Of course, the police agreed to provide her with a security detail until the danger was passed. Putting a patrol car outside her house was easy enough, but finding someone to watch her while she was out and about proved more difficult. Barbara had refused to curtail her ‘social engagements’ regardless of the danger and most of the men on the force would stick out like a sore thumb at the places the hip, young woman frequented. Reluctantly, the chief had assigned Sarah and Tammy to be Barbara’s escort.

For the first week or so, things seemed to go alright. The two, going undercover as young, swinging party girls, visited trendy clubs, boutiques and other hotspots, keeping an eye on their wild charge. The rest of the force was having little luck tracking down whoever it was sending the messages, but it was starting to seem more and more like the would-be kidnapper had been just a harmless crank all along and with luck there would prove to be no danger here at all. Then, very suddenly, it all went wrong. 

According to the two policewomen in the report they’d filed after it was all over, it started one evening, shortly after Barbara had gone to party at one of her usual clubs, her police tail following along. While the socialite danced, Sarah and Tammy noticed a suspicious character, which Sarah, who’d gotten the better look at him, described as about 35 years old, short, stocky, with dark hair and a full beard. He was seated at a table near the dance floor, paying close attention to the police girl’s charge. Leaving Tammy to stand guard, Sarah had gone after the man who, seeing her coming, ducked through an ‘employees only’ marked door. Sarah had followed. 

Unfortunately, it proved to be a trap. At the end of the service hallway, the lone officer was jumped by three people and taken prisoner at gunpoint. One was the man with the dark beard she’d seen, who seemed to be calling the shots. The other two were young women in their 20s, dressed,  for the moment anyway, in the uniforms of club waitstaff.

The helpless Sarah was marched into a spare storage room and, at gunpoint, ordered to strip naked. Once she’d done so, the man and one of the women tied her up, lashed to a heavy metal shelving unit. The other woman, meanwhile, changed out of her uniform and into Sarah’s clothes. Donning a wig, she made a pretty fair approximation of the helpless officer, at least enough to fool someone in the dimly lit club. Sarah’s wadded up panties were stuffed in the captive’s mouth and sealed in with duct tape.

The report was then taken up by Tammy, who reported seeing Sarah, actually the woman disguised as the missing officer, coming out of the Employee Only door and waving her over. Tammy did so, reasoning that no one would make a play for their charge in such a public place. Before Tammy got close enough to spot the fake Sarah, the phony went back through the door. When Tammy followed, she was ambushed and taken prisoner the same way Sarah had been. And just like her partner, Tammy was soon naked and lashed to the same shelf, her mouth stuffed with panties and taped shut. 

The pair’s witnessing of events was, understandably, curtailed at that point, but enough guests at the club that evening saw Barbara get in her car, accompanied by two women matching the descriptions of Sarah and Tammy, or at least their dopplegangers, to work out what had happened. After driving to an unknown location, the perps had undoubtedly taken the socialite hostage, just as they had threatened to do. 

As for her two erstwhile protectors, poor Sarah and Tammy struggled for a couple hours, without much luck until, just after closing, with the loud music finally shut off, one of the club’s janitors heard muffled shouts coming from the storage room and thought to check them out, finding the trussed up policegirls. 

By the time they’d gotten in touch with the rest of the force and a manhunt organized, Barbara had been out of sight for at least twelve hours and people were starting to wonder. Despite the police department’s best efforts to keep it under wraps, rumors started to fly that the kidnapper had, at last, struck. Completing their embarrassment, the story that her assigned police protection detail had been captured by the perps and left tied up and naked in a closet, was leaked to the press, later confirmed when some cellphone pictures the janitors had snapped before freeing the young ladies, wound up online. 

“As of now, both of you may consider yourselves on leave.” The chief sternly told the chastened policegirls. “Until I decide if you ought to be fired or just stuck on permanent traffic duty from now on. Dismissed!” 

Looking suitably humbled, Sarah and Tammy left his office and the station. It wasn’t until they were in Tammy’s car, driving away that the girls broke character. “Traffic duty?” She said with a snort. “As if. From now on, the only street we’ll be cruising is easy street!” 

After a short drive, the two arrived at the small house they’d rented about a month before, under an assumed name. They entered the house and immediately went to check on their ‘hostage.’ Barbara Phelps was right where they had left her a couple hours before when they’d had to go in to receive their, hopefully final, chewing out from the chief. She was completely naked, seated on a heavy wooden chair, tightly lashed to it with ropes, while her eyes and mouth were plastered over with multiple layers of tape. 

From the squeals and moans which escaped the tape and cloth packing her mouth, she was still enjoying herself, courtesy of the heavy vibrator the police girls had taped, pressed up against her snatch and set to high before they’d left. But even without it, the socialite seemed to be relishing this chance to play the hostage victim; a break from the monotony of parties, clubbing and social functions that made up her pampered, spoiled life. The fact she was getting wall to wall press coverage didn’t hurt either.

Sarah and Tammy had approached the young woman a couple months before. After the pair’s last embarrassment: being left locked in a shipping container by the smugglers they’d been assigned to stakeout, the two had concluded their careers in law enforcement were coming to an end. That being the case, the girls decided they might as well wrap it up in such a way as to set them up for whatever came next. 

They’d heard through the celebrity gossip rags that the famous socialite was deep in debt, related to gambling and the usual cost of high living and that she was having a hard time persuading daddy dearest to give her an advance on her inheritance to cover the debts, unless she agreed to certain conditions which would have stopped her from being an embarrassment to the rest of the family, but which would have seriously curtailed her social life. 

The two convinced her the best way to squeeze the money out of daddy was a fake kidnapping and ransom. They’d cooked up the threatening notes and she’d ensured the two police girls would be assigned as her protection detail. That night in the club, all they’d done was run back out of sight and ‘disguise’ themselves as, well, themselves. They then escorted the socialite out of the club. 

After taking her to their hideout and convincing her it would be necessary for authenticity’s sake to keep her tied up most of the time, the two had left her with her buzzing friend and returned to the club. They had snuck in through a back door and found the unused storeroom where they’d stripped, gagged themselves and lashed themselves to the shelves. After waiting half an hour or so, they’d started struggling and shouting until they succeeded in getting the attention of the janitor who came and rescued them. 

Now, they just needed to send Barbara’s father the ransom demand. As far as the Socialite knew, most of it would go to covering her debts, with her ‘assistant’ getting a small fee for their services. In actuality…

Sarah checked and made sure that the earplugs were still securely lodged in Barbara’s ears. The socialite remained lost in a world of pleasure, unaware of the two kidnappers talking right beside her. 

“Is Henry ready to do his part?” She asked Tammy. 

She nodded. “As soon as we’ve got the ransom paid, he’ll pick her up. He said she ought to fetch 50…60K easy.” 

Henry Dalton was a man the two had picked out by combing through police records. He’d been busted about six months before, after two girls had come running out of his basement; butt naked, hands tied and ballgags strapped in their mouths. The girls had managed to reach the road and flag down a woman driving by. The girls told her all about how they’d been abducted the night before by a man matching Henry’s description. Police suspected Henry had ties to the International White Slave Trade and had been planning on selling the girls. 

Unfortunately, before the trial could get started, the two girls vanished, as did the female motorist. Henry, of course, had the perfect alibi, as he’d been in jail the whole time, awaiting trial. Without their star witnesses, the prosecution’s case had fallen apart and Henry had been released. Still, losing his last couple pieces of merchandise, along with the financial strain of incarceration and paying an expensive lawyer, had put a big dent in his finances, so when the two soon-to-be ex-police girls had come looking to use him to dispose of their unsuspecting hostage and add a little bonus to the ransom, he’d been happy to help out. 

“We’d better make sure he pays us that advance…” Sarah continued. “And set up the exchange so we’re nowhere nearby when he picks poor Barbs up.” The socialist squirmed in her bonds, oblivious to what they were discussing, as the vibrations pushed her to another orgasm. 

“Yeah, after all this, it’d be a shame if Henry decided we’d look nice trussed up alongside her.” Tammy agreed. ‘Talk about an embarrassment!”