THE ADVENTURES OF DEANNA AND TRACEY

��The Fur Cap

(written in 2004)

Hi, I am Deanna and with my roommate Tracey we are college students at a large
university in the northern part of the USA. We would like to share are detective
fantasies with you. The tie-ups is real, The stories are fiction.

Deanna Taylor (me) is a 17- year old junior in a high school in New York. I am
5’11 with medium sandy blonde hair and brown eyes and average weight. My
celebrity look a like could be Traylor Howard with darker hair. My best friend
Tracey Brown is 16 is 5’9 with long brunette hair and dark eyes. She could be
Kelsey Chambers’ younger sister, except not as well endowed. She is an introvert
and rarely wears skirts or dresses, but she will at my coaxing. Me, I wear
skirts all the time, the shorter the better. 

This first half of the school year Tracey is living with my family because her
parents are overseas in the service fighting for our country. I have a younger
sister Amy and my older brother Deacon. Today I have convinced Tracey to put on
a short cheerleader style skirt, green and black plaid with a green turtleneck
sweater. Of course it is tight. We are standing in front of the mirror in my
room and looking at her. “This skirt is too short!” Tracey exclaimed.

“No, you look great,” I responded. “Here, where these black nylons to start.
When you get comfortable you can wear nude pantyhose. You'll look fabulous!” 

“Ok,” Tracey replied, but you have to wear a skirt too.” 

“Of course,” I said. I put on my tan A-line miniskirt and brown blouse and brown
opaque panty hose. “There, we look great!” We admired ourselves in front of the
mirror then left for school. When we arrived we met up with our friend Erin, who
is 5”11 with long blonde hair. She is a big girl, but athletic. She is on the
field hockey team and is one of their best players. She also works in a store
that sells coats and jackets and stuff, next to where we work a clothing store
owned by two cousins. Erin was wearing her short black skirt and white blouse,
one outfit she wears to go to work after school. 

Erin, spotting Tracey, “Tracey, you look awesome!! You should dress like this
more often.” Erin is the only one in school with cuter legs then Tracey. But
Erin looked agitated. 

“What's wrong? I asked. 

Erin replied, “There's something fishy going on at work. These vans keep coming
and dropping boxes off and taking more boxes when they leave. It is not unusual
for merchandise to arrive for the store, but why do they keep taking more boxes
then they deliver?” 

“We've noticed that too. Did you ask Mr. Williams?” 

“Yes,” said Erin. “ Mr. Williams said this is none of your concern. Stay out of
that storeroom in the back. He is firm about it!” Ray Williams and his cousin
Sam were the owners of the stores. “ I am working tonight after field hockey
practice.”
“Would you like us to check it out?” I asked.

“Yes,” said Erin. "I will meet you there around 5:00."

After school Tracey and I proceeded to the store.
“Shouldn’t we change first?” asked Tracey. 

I answered, “No, there's no time. The trucks could arrive at any time and we
need to be there to see what is in them.” We arrived at the store and quietly
ran around the back. I wonder if my key fits, I thought, after all this is the
same business. I have a master key to close the store. I usually close on
weekends. We walked up to the door. No one was around! I put the key in the lock
and turned it. It worked! “SSSHhh... Let’s go in!" We sneaked in the back door.

“This is just like Nancy Drew,” Tracey said. I looked up and saw fur coats
hanging on a rack in a storeroom. These looked like Bengal tigers, mink, and
some I did not recognized. “I think these are illegal. They are using this store
as a front to smuggle illegal furs!” 

Just then we heard the sound of a truck pulling up. And we could here voices
coming. It was the Williams cousins. Tracey and I dove behind some boxes to
hide. 

“My skirt!” Tracey exclaimed. 

“This is no time for vanity, we have to hide!” I whispered. Just then three
other men came in and opened the doors to the back and started to bring in some
boxes. Then they took some furs off the racks and put them into other boxes
marked ‘clothes’ and took these to the truck. Then they unloaded the boxes they
brought in and put them on the rack. 

“They must be stealing the real furs and selling replacement knock offs in their
place. Making the average person think they are getting real fur but fake
instead.” At that moment, Tracey flinched and a box fell over. 

Sam raised his head. “What's that?” He pushed the boxes out of the way. There
was nothing Tracey and I could do. We were cornered. “Deanna, Tracey, what are
you doing here?” he demanded.
“Nothing, only trying to put in some extra work.” I added. Tracey and I looked
at each other. What now, what is he going to do with us? We had the same
thoughts. Just then one of the men from the truck walked in. He was holding a
gun, a 38 special, I think.

“How much do they know?” He demanded. “How did they get here!” Sam looked at the
two mini-skirted girls. Deep down, he did not want any harm to come to us. 

“I'm not sure, but I think they know too much. Look, this is the last day of the
operation before we can leave for South America. I know, Let’s tie them up and
hold them prisoner until we leave. By the time someone finds them, we will be
long gone. They should be rewarded for wearing those cute outfits. I do not want
to hurt them.” 

“Ok, the man said. “But it is your ass if something goes wrong!” “Girls, lie
down on your bellies and put you hands behind your backs. Now!!” 

We decided to do as he said. “I am wearing a short skirt! Tracey cried. “Do we
have to be tied up? 

Sam responded, “This is the only way. Just obey and I can save your butts!” Just
then Ray brought in several pieces of rope from another room. He tied Tracey’s
hands behind her back, tightly and then around her chest four times with another
piece of rope. He then tied her ankles together tightly again. Then he moved
over to me and proceeded to tie me up in the same way. He then picked us up one
at a time, Tracey first over his shoulder. . Then Sam picked me up and carried
me with his hands under my back and knees. My skirt was receding past my mid
thigh, but I cannot do any thing about it. They brought us into a side room next
to the storeroom and put us on the floor. Sam then took a long piece of white
rope and tied Tracey and I together, back to back, so tight it was cutting into
my skin, even though we were wearing long sleeve tops. Then he picked up a roll
of duct tape.

“Are you going to gag us?” I asked. 

“Yes,” he said, this is the only way. He ripped of a piece and put it over my
mouth. Then he put another longer piece over the first one. Then he took a scarf
and tied it around my mouth in a detective style to hold tape in place. This was
really tight. The scarf got caught in my hair. Then he did the same to Tracy. We
were affectively gagged. Then they left and closed the door. We tried to
struggle against the ropes that held us together. I could not get free. I tried
to untie the knots that held Tracey’s wrists together. It was too tight, in this
position I could not get enough strength on the knot. We wiggled and squirmed to
try to loosen the ropes. No way, "Mmmppppph…," we groaned as we tried this. But
know one could here us. Then I realized Erin was coming! She could be kidnapped
too! 

About an hour later (it seemed like forever), the door slammed open. It was Ray
and he had Erin! Her hands were tied behind her back and she was gagged with a
handkerchief in her mouth and held in place with a scarf! They hogtied her on
the floor. Her skirt was just as short as ours. This looked uncomfortable. Just
then Ray took three more scarves and blindfolded all three of us.

“This is the end of the line for you three. Where you are going no one will ever
find you!” Ray chuckled. 

Just then Erin started to freak out. She started moaning into her gag, trying to
scream for help, but with no avail. Tracey and I started to squirm and struggle
harder, but the ropes that bound us together would not loosen. I thought we were
gonners. For a moment there was quiet, then I heard a commotion.

“FBI, freeze,” I heard someone say. Just then, my brother Deacon who is a TV
reporter broke into the room. 

“Deanna, girls!” he shouted. He removed my blindfold. “What are you doing here,
he asked? You almost ruined this case for us! I have been working on this story
with the FBI for some time now. But I am glad you are all right!" He then untied
us and gave me a big hug. 

“Thank you,” I said. "You got here in just the nick of time. They were headed to
South America!"

“Their next trip is going to the big house! But I have a feeling this will not
be the only time you girls will get into trouble. Be careful.” Deacon said,
being the protective older brother that he is. 

He is right. There will be more stories to come. Tracey and I hope you have
enjoyed this story!



Hugs, Deanna and Tracey