Quadruple cross

The curtains parted and the scheming Kelly and Golding looked up in surprise at their unexpected guests.

“My sentiments exactly,” Dredd said as he entered their booth with Luke and his three crew members flanking him - all with pistols drawn. “As investigating officers I suspected you’d figure things out sooner or later, but honestly I thought it would be later. But really? Did you dumb asses honestly think that these private booths were actually private?! They’re wired for sound with hidden mics and cameras. I have to protect my merchandise and **** is a thriving business … I have politicians and businessmen in my pocket thanks to my little CCTV home movie collection. Your little protection racket is a mere nuisance… I tolerate it because taking you fuckers down was always more trouble than it was worth. But things have changed… and unfortunately for you so will… you.”

Kelly and Golding eyed the guns with rage in their eyes but didn’t make a move for their own. Jackie watched wide eyed and excited, little fist in her mouth as the tension in the room ratcheted and the music beat away. Kelly’s eyes narrowed and sweat beaded on his brows. Golding’s eyes flickered from one gun to another, unblinking and focused. Luke looked at the two cops, face tense, eyes darting nervously, brow furrowed, cleary worried about the risks of giving two more cops bimbo plus pills, acutely concerned that the two cops would make a move for their guns and the room would turn into a bloodbath. Dredd squinted and his jaw clenched around a toothpick in his mouth as looked at Kelly and Golding, pent up anger and wrath gleaming in his vehemently glinting eyes as he contemplated breaking in two more new bitches. The three crew members were bit players and their motivations were chaos and mayhem, writ large in their laughing hoodlum eyes. Jackie’s eyes gleamed with anticipatory delight, a wild certainty that these two were about to permanently lose their cocks, she could just tell and could scarcely contain he excitement.

One of the crew’s phones rang. Everyone looked at him as he slowly reached into his pocket and answered. “Yo! What it is, big mama?” There was a pause. “S'mofo butter layin' me to da' BONE! Jackin' me up... tight me!” He hung up and shrugged apologetically.

All eyes returned to the tense standoff. Sure enough Luke had his little bag of pills out and solemnly gave one to Kelly and Golding. “Here you guys go. Bon appetit.”

“Tell me those pills aren’t the same as the Shag sisters. I want my stable of bitches to have a little bit of variety. Short stacked blonde nympho bimbos are getting a bit too passé…” Dredd observed.

Jackie pouted at her Daddy’s insult. She’d have to show Dredd how passé her cock sucking skills were later. Yeah. She’d show him! After Kelly and Golding were turned into fun loven bimbos. She wondered how they’d turn out. She felt a moment of regret. They had yummy cocks…

Luke shook his head and hefted his bag. “Don’t worry. I have a random bag of plus pills here. Similar to the ones those three took in terms of bimbocity - but I promise you that these two won’t be twins. They will imprint though,” Luke assured Dredd.

“Good enough,” Dredd waved his gun. “Let’s do this one at a time. Kelly, you go first. Age before beauty and all that crap … hey, what is your first name again. You never told me…”

“Ned. And don’t you forget it… I’m gonna beat the living shit out of you Dredd,” Kelly vowed furiously.

“You’ll beat me up! Seriously?” Dredd laughed. “Sure you will Ned. I was going to name the three Shag sisters Bambi, Thumper and Flower. But Flower just didn’t sound like a stripper name to me though. But Bambi and Thumper. Yeah. Those are good stripper names. And you’ll strip and fuck John’s happily for me as Thumper - on account of that piss weak little bit of grandstanding just now … now take your medicine like a good little bimbo slut before you get a bad case of deads.” He waved his gut.

“No fucking way am I gonna be a bitch like Rogers here!” Kelly growled defiantly as he searched frantically for a way out.

Dredd rolled his eyes. “Guys. Make it happen,” he said to his crew.

Dredd’s three lieutenants moved in on Kelly, two getting him in arms locks and the third grabbing his legs.

Dredd’s crew dumped the madly kicking Kelly on the lounge. The men of the crew were still holding Kelly down as Luke approached. Kelly’s eyes were wide, unbelieving. Luke grippe his jaw firmly and fed the furiously struggling Kelly his pill, holding his mouth shut. Then he held the man’s nose. Kelly struggled for a moment and then went rigid, then. Then the changes started. Dredd’s crew released their grip, retreated and they all watched.