Ten Little Bimbos Ch. 07

Aubrey shook her head, then said, "You know what happens now, right?"

Rena said, "I imagine one of us becomes a bimbo."

Aubrey said, "Guess which one?"

Rena said, "Probably not who you think."

Aubrey said, "Why is that?"

Rena said, "Because pink coffee."

Aubrey's eyes glazed over momentarily. Then she blinked, shaking off the state Rena had attempted to put her in.

But it was too late. Rena now held the bimbo gun.

"Not bad," said Rena. "I didn't think anybody could shake off one of my inductions that quickly. But it wasn't quick enough."

A sudden calm settled into Aubrey's brain. She had always led an adventurous life, always lived on the edge. This would be no different.

"You don't have to do this, you know," said Aubrey, bending her knees slightly. "We could work together. We could say it was Straight or the doctor doing it. With us backing each other up, it would be easy to get away with it."

Rena laughed, the bimbo gun still aimed at Aubrey. "Nice try, luv, but I don't think so. I think Caroline would appreciate it going this way rather than you getting away with all this."

Aubrey rolled her eyes. "Oh, please," she said. "You don't really expect me to believe-"

And just like that, Aubrey sprang.

Rena pulled the trigger.

Aubrey crashed into Rena and they tumbled to the ground. Rena scrambled to her feet, still pointing the bimbo gun at Aubrey, but the gun was empty now.

Aubrey got to her feet as well. Her gaze dropped down to the needle cartridge lodged in her left breast. She pulled the dart out and dropped it to the ground. Then she looked at Rena.

And Aubrey started giggling.

Rena smiled and breathed out a sigh.

"Sorry, luv," said Rena, "but there can only be one."

*****

Captain Phillip Warton eased the ferry against the dock, then carefully reversed the engines to align himself closer. Finally satisfied that the boat was positioned close enough, he stepped out of the ferry and tied the bow and stern lines to the dock hitches, securing the boat in place. Then he turned and headed down the dock toward the beach.

He whistled as he made his way toward the resort. He hadn't been on this beach since before he brought the big party out here and he had forgotten how nice it was. Nice place to lay out a towel and maybe enjoy a beverage or two. Shame he was working just now.

Captain Warton strolled the pathway until he reached the front door of the resort. He opened the door and made his way inside. And there he was treated to an unexpected sight.

Laying on the couch on his back was Paul Straight, the security man. Straddling him and riding his cock like a drunken slut was the psychiatrist Rena Lacke. Neither of them appeared to notice the boat captain.

Captain Warton decided to wait patiently until they were finished. Eventually Lacke reached a high-pitched climax, hips bucking, before collapsing onto Straight's chest. The security man grunted as he reached his own climax.

Warton cleared his throat. "So, all finished then?"

Straight, still on his back, turned and looked at the boat captain. "Warton!" he said. "It's about time."

Warton shrugged. "I can't control the weather, Straight. You know that."

Straight rolled to the side, tumbling the psychiatrist to the floor. Rena sat up and giggled. The security man got to his feet and glanced around until he found his clothes. Then he began dressing.

Straight said, "No, you can't control the weather, but at least you gave up that ridiculous old salt sea captain voice."

Warton said, "Hey, I worked on that voice for days! What was wrong with it?"

Straight said in a grizzled imitation of Warton, "That thar resort has all the trimmings a lassie could want. You'll be supping like queens soon 'nuff!"

Warton laughed. "I wasn't that bad."

"They had to throw a fifteen-footer back because it was too small?!"

Warton said, "Hey, it kept 'em from trying to swim to shore, didn't it?"

Straight grinned. "Yeah, that's true. Although I think toward the end they might have been considering it anyway."

They walked to the front door. Straight stopped and picked up a large travel bag. Then they walked out the front door toward the dock.

Warton said, "So did everything go as you planned?"

Straight nodded. "Fairly close, yeah. The principal should be satisfied with the results."

Warton nodded. "That's good news."

Straight said, "Yeah. Nobody was suspicious in the very beginning, so spiking Hannah Even's drink with the agent was easy. Getting Elizabeth Besting, the model, was almost as easy. I left a high-end perfume with a name I can't pronounce spiked with the agent on her dresser. That one took a little time to kick in, but it did the job."

Warton shook his head. "You got to see them cuties get bimboed whilst I was drinking beer on the boat all by my lonesome."

Straight grinned. "Someone had to man the jammer. Great job, by the way. No one got a single message out."

Warton made a mock bow. "The client told me to provide you with whatever you needed, so I did what you asked. Besides, sitting in a boat drinking beer and fishing on a quiet sea ain't a bad way to spend a couple days."

"There is that," conceded Straight. "Anyway, the next day I caught Eric Parker in the kitchen and injected him with the agent. He was already gone by the time he realized what I was doing."

Warton said, "He was the chef, right?"

Straight nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I had him go early because I was pretty sure he only did what he did because he was being controlled by his wife. Same with Hannah and Elizabeth. Their 'crimes', if you will, weren't quite as harsh as the others."

"Makes sense."

"I had to go a bit off-script with the next one, though. The detective Joan McKatt."

"Oh?" said Warton.

"Yeah," said Straight. "I didn't like what she did to that investigator. As a cop, she was supposed to stick to the rules, you know? But she was good. Too good, actually. I had to get her earlier than planned because she would have figured out what I was doing. I got a little lucky that almost all her suspicions were directed at Sam Morton, but it was just a matter of time before she changed directions and I couldn't afford to give her any more time. It made me bring the bimbo gun into play a little earlier than planned, but there was no help for it."

Warton nodded his agreement. "Probably the right choice. I had a feeling she'd be trouble. Eyes like an eagle and instincts like a cat."

Straight nodded. "Yeah. Probably worked out just as well, though. I had the gun hidden in Hannah's room at the time, figuring no one would check there at first, but Tori was pushing hard and I'd have had to put the gun in play soon anyway."

"True, that."

They had reached the dock now. They paused on the deck as Straight continued his story.

"Sam Morton was next," said Straight. "I had almost given up on getting him the way I had planned, though."

"Why?"

Straight said, "For Morton, I put the agent in his room shampoo. Women always bring their own stuff with them, but men will usually use the resort supplies. Morton wasn't the most consistent showerer, though, so it wasn't a sure thing. As it turned out, though, the timing was perfect. Professor Rush was in the room when it happened."

Warton chuckled. "That was lucky."

Straight said, "Nah, I'd have gotten him sooner or later. He was very street-smart- the kind of guy you really have to watch- but he was too short-sighted. He had no respect for the women and he didn't consider me a threat, so he didn't consider himself to be in any real danger."

The boat captain nodded. "Looks like he was wrong."

"Indeed," said Straight. "I got Tori next. That one was tough. I coated the inside of her strap-on with the agent. I knew her room would be searched, but I figured anybody who found her toys would leave them untouched. I also figured she couldn't resist using her strap-on on the bimbified Hannah."

Warton said, "Looks like you were right on both counts."

Straight nodded. "Yeah, it did work out. And it set the final stage."

Warton said, "Things must have been tense by then."

Straight nodded. "It was tense, but for different reasons. No one knew who the bimbifier was, but the others were playing their own games as well. Rena in particular. I thought everybody would just sit in the lobby or dining room and stare at either at this stage, but it didn't go like that at all."

Warton said, "Did that help you or hinder you?"

Straight said, "It ultimately helped me, but I wasn't sure how it was going to go down at the time. I needed to ramp up the tension and the distrust, so that's when I planted the bimbo gun in Professor Rush's room."

"Did that work?"

Straight shrugged. "Rena didn't give a damn," he said. "Dr. Lin wasn't happy, but she wasn't overly bothered by it."

"Well, damn."

Straight nodded. "Yeah. Still, it did give me the opening I needed to step away from the group. I knew it was only a matter of time before Dr. Lin went to visit one of the bimbos."

Warton said, "She's the one you gave a full-on physical and mental bimboing to, right?"

Straight nodded. "Yeah. She turned a lot of non-consensual victims into sluts and bimbos. I figured she had it coming. And the irony of turning her into 'art' appealed to me."

"I can see that," said the boat captain.

"Anyway," continued the security man, "that set the final stage. Rena Lacke and Professor Rush searching for me, convinced I'm the bad guy...and they walk in to find me in what they think is a bimbified condition."

Warton said, "That must have been something to see."

Straight nodded. "Oh, yeah," he said. "They immediately turned on each other. They were so concerned with each other that they forgot the basic rule...make sure the bimbos are bimbos."

Warton said, "You were taking quite a chance, though, weren't you? What if Rush had decided to stick a dart in you just to be sure you were a bimbo?"

"That would have been inconvenient," said Straight. "I had taken the antidote a few minutes before they got there, so I was essentially immune, but that would have complicated things."

"Sounds like it worked out just fine, though."

Straight said, "Yeah, it did. Still a close thing, though. I thought the professor would shoot the shrink with the bimbo gun and then I'd get the professor. I had no idea Lacke had planted a hypnotic trigger in Rush's head. That Rena was a dangerous woman."

Warton said, "Well, that's why she was here, right?"

Straight nodded. "Oh, yeah. They were all bad, but Lacke and Rush were probably the worst. Rena Lacke had a whole slew of girls working for her who had no clue they were hypnotic sluts and hookers. And Rush wasn't losing grad students to tribal kidnappings on expeditions gone wrong...she was arranging trades with the tribes. Trading women for wealth and resources from the local tribes."

Warton whistled softly. "Well, damn."

Straight said, "Yeah, Lacke and Rush deserved each other."

They were quiet as they boarded the ferry. Warton started the engine and pulled the boat away from the dock. Then he said, "So what happens now?"

Straight shrugged. "Don't worry, you'll get paid. You did a great job with keeping me supplied with the agent with your midnight drops at our hiding spot at the dock. As for me, now I go back to the client and they can decide what to do with the bimbos."

Warton said, "What do you think they'll do with them?"

Straight shook his head. "I have no idea. Who the hell knows why Blonde Concepts does anything? They have their own agenda."

Warton said, "True. Did they ever tell you why they were willing to go to this great expense to have all this done? It wasn't cheap, you know."

Straight nodded. "Definitely not cheap. And yeah, they did give me some of the reason behind the mission. Apparently there was a rogue scientist from Blonde Concepts who directly provided many of the serums and methods used by these people and Blonde Concepts wanted to send a very specific message. McKatt, Morton and Hannah definitely used black market stuff from this scientist and some of the others got it indirectly. A couple of the victims- like Rena Lacke- were chosen because they were bad, yes, but they would also make sure that some smart cop didn't figure out that all the victims had Blonde Concepts in common."

Warton nodded. "Makes sense," he said.

"Sense is good," said Straight. "In fact, it's more than good. Now let's get back to the mainland, shall we? Vacations are nice and all, but I've had enough of bimbos and Beau Island Resort to last me."

THE END