Slumber Party

 For a week we with the help of our FBI friend, Sharon Hopkins..We

built our friend ,Detective Barbara Hutton of Bayside, a  whole new identity that she was going to use to go undercover and perhaps stop a sinister serial killer, who was praying on young recently widowed and loaded Black women, Black women who had all vanished and who nobody was particularly looking for..Except us..The dedicated detectives of the Criminal Investigation Division..

We had zeroed in on a target ..A smooth suave charmer named Nathan Bedford. who had moved around the country..Atlanta,Las Vegas, Detroit and now Philly...He had left three wives missing and cashed in on their insurance policies , He had been a D.J. ,A Concert promotor and now ran a Travel agency for Black singles,that ran trips from Philly to Miami to Jamaica and back...Soon after a whirlwind romance...The women, all engaged to this man ,suddenly went missing and their bank accounts cleared out...Money transferred to a dummy account in Jamaica.. It was all done quietly..very quietly...All of the women were black, between 30 and 45 years old, recently widowed or divorced , who had come into a lot of money via divorce settlement or insurance policy...all but one had no other relatives ...There for, not too many people would notice them missing..All of the women fit that pattern..

With the exception of Hop..

A former law student, who had become a patrol officer, who I took an interest in ...All of the other detectives had worked with each other their entire careers...We were a family...A Clique you might say..

I had known Lt. Sissy Van Buren since she was a sexy patrol woman who married my friend , Robert Foxworth...Even though their marriage didn't last, our friendship lasted as she made her way up the ranks to Detective and then Sergeant and finally Lieutenant..

She mentored three very smart and talented patrolmen fresh out of the academy named Angie Belton, Edwin "Duke" Baylor and Tyriq Pile and watched them take and pass the Detectives exam, get their gold shields and become excellent detectives ...

They in turned mentored Three young Detectives who got their Gold shields..

My Future wife, Carlotta Rodriguez-Wallace

Her partner and future husband of Angela Belton, James "Jimmy"Barlow..

and 

and brilliant Detective ,Sirena Harris Pile, Tyriq's wife.

Duke courted and married shy ,mousey Dr. Hazel Hunter , The Deputy Coroner and Forensic Investigator who worked with us from time to time

And we became friends with FBI/ATF Deputy Special Agent in charge, Sharon  Hopkins, also an attorney and the lifelong love of 

Detective Tony Hopkins, now an Attorney as well and her husband.. Both were next door neighbors and schoolmates of my wife, 

Carlotta...

Who I was enthralled with from the day I was introduced to her by Duke and Tyriq..

Babs loved all of our stories...She was simply amazed by us...

The fact that all of us got married around the same time and bought homes in the same cul de sac...and that we were so good..

We wound up with our own building..

She told us she was somewhat of a loner in the Philadelphia Suburb of Bayside ,where she lived and worked and did not have the comradery in her unit with her fellow detectives.. She didn't have a boyfriend either and hadn't been on a date within a year...Which none of us guys understood, She was not only very pretty, but a brickhouse as well.. I felt sorry for her..

This time she spent with us was like Heaven for her...A Big Slumber Party..

II-

She had dinner at each of our homes during the week she stayed with us...

She went shopping with the ladies at the Shopping Centers...

Worked out at the gym....

Had her hair done and got a mani pedi with 

Sissy

Angie

Hazel

Sirena

 Sharon

and Carlotta.

"Gee, and I'm gettin paid for this, Oh My God...Hanging with you guys is so much fun..." she said.

She was also one of the guys...She could drink me, Duke, Tyriq, Jimmy, Hop and Sissy's husband, Eddie C. under the table.. 

when we took her to the Mermaids Club..

where we ate crabs and drank all afternoon...It was bittersweat though because after these two weeks , The seriousness of the mission sank in..

She was going to be leaving us to sink into her new identity and get close to a killer.. It stunk...I wished we didn't need her for this mission...I wished we all could just keep on hanging out and having fun...

She did too!

III-

"Your name is Malinda Duval....You were a clerk/typist at an insurance company...You married Richard Duval, the company's CEO....He was 22 years older than you...He died recently of a massive heart attack... You both were insured for one million dollars...You have recently come into money and you are living off the interest...We have your account set up....Angie is going on the trip with you...As your girlfriend and accountant Angie Courtland.. We have made up her identity... It will be known that she worked for the now deceased Drug Kingpin Manny Spain years ago and now is working for you....You are an only child....Both of your parents are deceased....Here is your drivers license and credit cards in your name and an ATM card in your name... We've got you a car , all in your name...and we've made you both reservations for his next junket to Jamaica." said Missing Persons Detective, Sam Jones.

"Ohhh my goodness...A girl could grow to like this." said Babs..

"Don't like it too much... I'll keep an eye on you on the plane and as much as possible in Jamaica..

If it gets too hairy...We'll call it on account of rain."said Angie.

''No it'll be called on account of death...Play it straight ,the way you would if you were in a normal situation...Remember..You don't know this guy...He's coming on to you...It'll take you time to warm to him...don't be too eager..Make him work for it..Lull him into your web.." said Detective Sgt. Jones.

Sissy looked at me..

''Everytime  I sent Angie, Sirena, Carlotta or Jimmy into an undercover situation I worried...I worried if this was the last time I was seeing them...They're like one of my very own family...I feel that way about Babs now." she whispered..

I knew how she felt..

"I haven't been wined and dined or on a date in so long, I hope I don't act too anxious." said Babs..

We all busted out laughing...We hoped it wouldn't be our last laugh together..

IV-

The UBER, driven by Jimmy drove Babs and Angie to the Airport...

'Well Ladies this is it...."said Jimmy, smiling weakly... He passed Angie a piece of paper..

"That's to a burner phone...Call me if you can get away...I just want to know you got there okay."said Jimmy.

"Awwwww come here.. I'm going to be...Me and Babs, we gonna be just fine.." said Angie..

Jimmy, two and a half years younger than her still couldn't believe her was actually married to Angie, who he'd had a crush on ever since she was in Internals Affairs and investigated him and the entire unit years ago...he was far more cooperative than all the other detectives, Angie remembered and pretty soon she began to suspect that he just wanted a reason to talk to her, to be with her..She thought it was cute , but after the case was over and he asked her out, she realized that he friend, Sissy's young detective really had a thing for her.. Here she was, years later, married to him and kissing him passionately in the front seat of this UBER!

They kissed passionately...so passionately , it was as if Babs wasn't there..

She was getting aroused watching them...She needed to have sex in the worst way....She decided not to think about them, but to concentrate on the mission at hand..

Soon Angie and Babs were on the plane and headed to Sunny Jamaica..

Nathan Bedford , the charismatic host of the tour got a look at both Babs and Angie and was floored...

"MYYYYYYY GOODNESSS!!!" he exclaimed..

He looked at Babs

and Angie...

Both women were giving him a major erection......

"WHO ARE THOSE TWO?" he asked..

''OUUUUUU LOOK AT YOU!" laughed his assistant, Tyra Lewis ,observing the bulge in his trousers... "One of them is Malinda Duval....She were a clerk/typist at Interplex Insurance company...She was  married to the late Richard Duval, the company's CEO....He was 22 years older than her...He died recently of a massive heart attack... They both were insured for one million dollars...She has recently come into money and is living off the interest...She seems to be ready to party..."said his partner..A former detective, now a Private Investigator for Nathan Bedford.

"That's the one in the uh Powder Blue dress that's hitting every curve?" he asked.  "I'll bet her husband did die of a heart attack...She wore him out in the bed...All that body...LAWDDDD!" he said.

"The other one is an accountant.. Her name is Angela Courtland... Married to an Engineer..Her husband is in the Middle East...He has a lot of government contracts...She worked as the accountant for the now deceased Drug Kingpin , Manny Spain a few years back and then dropped off the radar..."she said.. "I checked em both out last week when they both registered.."said Tyra.

"Good deal..Good deal... Ummmmmmm Ms. Duval interests me greatly...Lawwwwd!!!" he said.

Babs noticed him staring lustfully at him and smiling..

She looked at Angie..

"Got him!" she whispered..

Angie smiled..

She knew that look in a man's eyes....She saw him staring at her too..She smiled seductively back at him...

It was Game on...They were both in..

The Slumber Party was over!

(DEFINITELY TO BE CONTINUED)