‘Fucking pervert. You’d have to fuck him, too!’
"Um, I don’t know his address," Béla said, wondering how she was going to handle this.
‘I’ve forgotten how difficult it is to explain things in a society that’s not telepathic!’ she thought.
"I know what the building looks like…" she continued out loud.
"Do you even know his name?" the officer asked, realizing that the hot little sluts were just lying to him to stay out of jail.
These girls were so obviously hookers. He was going to enjoy taking them in. They would probably offer themselves to him for free to avoid arrest and a fine. He wondered how much he would actually get on the market for one of those dresses.
‘What does he mean, take us in?’ Beth asked. ‘Take us in where?’
‘To a station house,’ Béla informed her. ‘To confine us so we can’t escape.’
‘That’s silly!’ Beth replied, almost laughing out loud. ‘There isn’t anything that they can put us in that we can’t just hop out of.’
‘Let’s keep that a secret for now, okay?’ Béla mentally suggested. 'Earth people don't really appreciate 'differences' that well...'
"Frank Tabor," Béla told the officer. "He has an apartment around here somewhere."
‘Tabor? Oh, great!’ the officer thought to himself, disappointed that his nightly routine was going remain routine. ‘These girls aren’t hookers at all. They’re just rich kids visiting relatives for Labor Day. These dumb girls seem to think they’re immortal, so they never take care to stay out of trouble!’
"I’ll take you," the officer decided.
He didn’t want any Tabors to disappear into this neighborhood on his beat only to show up in the obits! Rich girls this good looking didn’t live long out here, whether they gave their permission to be killed or not. The market for real snuff Tri-d was much too alive and well.
‘He thinks funny,’ Beth told her sister, ‘but he thinks we look good. What’s an ‘o’ bit’?’
Béla had no idea, either. ‘Something you put on the end of a drill, I guess…’
‘A drill? That sounds like fun,’ Beth replied, radiating a light, friendly bit of lust.
‘Oh! I remember! I can’t believe they still call it that! An ‘obit’ is a list of dead people!’
‘Ugh! I don’t want to be on that list!’
At the officer’s invitation, they picked up their bags and climbed into the back of the vehicle. The officer’s eyes widened as they scooted across the seat, their sarongs riding up around their waists. They were completely bare beneath the filmy silk – no panties, no hair!
‘Beauty is so fucking wasted on the rich,’ the officer thought to himself, disgruntled.
He closed the door and walked around the vehicle to get in the other side. He would take them down to the station house so they could call the Tabor kid and have him send his limo to get them.
He climbed into the car and turned around to tell the girls where they were going. His mouth dropped open.
They were gone.
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