Chapter 2: Two Intrepid Investigators

From Fred's information BimboTech Inc was some kind of medical research center. It was located in an industrial district downtown. They hadn't obviously marked it, but there was an odd neon sign at the top. It looked like the silhouette of a woman on her knees. Her sketchy profile sported rather provocative curves.

It wasn't really what one might expect from a medical institution.

Fred had also managed to find out how two weeks earlier BTI had sent a representative round to her old college. They'd said they were looking for prospective employees.

One of those new employees obviously was her old school friend. So now the two of them stood outside.

For a building in a neighborhood like this, BTI had quite a posh entrance. The huge glass door slid open with a sigh. Cool air pushed against their dresses as they walked in.

It made Fred shiver.

The marble-and-glass hall was huge. They had to cross yards of slick tiles to get to the imposing desk, where an appallingly slutty girl sat filing her nails.

"Susan who?" she said with wide-open sky-blue eyes. They had a halo of heavily painted lashes.

"Susan Murphy," Fred repeated. Her eyes were locked on the immense tits that the girl's open blouse hardly concealed. "She works here."

The girl giggled.

"Here no girls called Su-san, like, work, honey," she said. And she returned to her fingernails.

Fred looked over to Cordelia, exasperated.

"Won't you look it up, please?" she asked.

"No need," the blonde answered. She pouted her pulpous lips. "No Su-san work here."

"Su... sannn," she repeated stupidly and giggled. It did interesting things to her abundant cleavage.

Cordelia stepped forward.

"Can I please see your HR officer, darling?"

The "darling" made the girl look up and smile.

"Uhmm," she said. "What is aidzj arr?"

"Your boss?" Cordelia tried with a sigh.

"Moment," the blonde bimbo said and pushed a large red button with one of her long-nailed fingers.

Then she sat back and resumed her filing.

Fink sat in his office. He watched the front desk security monitor.

"Should we pick them up, sir?" asked the guard next to him. 

"No wait, he said. No need to reveal ourselves yet. Let me send them Tittiefuck and see how they handle that." He chuckled and rose to stretch his tall body. "We'll see them back at the door tonight. So much quieter then."

Fink turned back to the monitor.

He once more watched the girls. He could pretty well guess what their bodies looked like under the thin summer dresses. He zoomed in on their faces. Yes, they were both very pretty. Prime candidates for the BimboTech treatment, he thought.

Cordelia had a dirty mischievous look about her. It just screamed to be transferred into the BTI equivalent of a "horny depraved slut". Fred on the other hand was a sweet innocent natural beauty. Her large brown doe eyes might soon beg to have her face covered in cum.

He felt his pants tighten. Then the buzzer went off, prompted by the long-nailed finger of the front-desk bimbo.

"I'll get Tits," Fink said, and left.

Tittiefuck waltzed into the reception area.

She had outdone herself. Her gold vinyl top and mini-skirt were just a mere flimsy frame to draw attention to her swaying balloons and sashaying ass. She walked on seven-inch heeled golden sandals as if the hall was a Paris catwalk.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, waving at the girls. "How can I, like, help you, girls?"

Winnifred Burkle groaned. One more moron, she thought. What kind of place is this?

"We are looking for my friend Susan Murphy," she said. "I heard she works here."

The black bimbo stretched her huge lips in a wide smile. Her teeth were a flash of white ivory.

"Lemme see!" she gushed and turned the monitor on the desk towards her. Gold fingernails tapped deftly on the keyboard. Then she begged the two girls closer and pushed "enter".

A woosh of pink smoke hit their faces.

Both Fred and Cordy froze, watching the screen.

Tittiefuck giggled.

"See, honeys? No Su-san Mur-phee work here. Is there anything else I can, like, do you fo'?"

Both would-be investigators stared at her with a silly grin. Then they giggled. Tittiefuck took them by the shoulder and walked them back over the expanse of shining marble.

Only an hour later Cordelia started blinking. She looked around her and had not the slightest idea how she had ended up this bench in the small city park.

Fred just groaned besides her, holding her head.

Cordelia leaned in against the metal back door.

She twisted and turned the lock picks trying to open it. The dark night and limited streetlights provided a welcome cover.

"Are you sure we should do this on our own?" a very nervous Winnifred Burkle said. "I mean after what happened, maybe we should have brought Angel, 'cause he's much better at this stuff."

She kept a watchful eye on the street.

"I think I can handle a missing person in a place run by stupid bimbos," Cordy whispered. "And besides Angel's dealing with more important stuff, like this slimy demon and things. No reason to disturb him. He'd hardly appreciate it."

"Slime demon," Fred said with a disgusted tone.

"Yeah, nasty things. Do you know how long it takes to get them out of your clothes and hair? I really should start billing Angel for those kind of things."

Cordelia continued picking the lock.

"But what if there is some kind of demon involved in here?" Fred kept worrying.

"If there were I'd have felt it," Cordy said with a growing irritation in her voice. "Honey, chances are that the only sinister thing here is your pal Susan hooking up with some guy and forgetting all about having old friends."

Cordelia knew well that there was more to all this. Why else the amazing memory-loss? One moment they were seeing this monstrous bimbo, the next they had pigeons scurrying around their feet. But there was no use scaring her inexperienced companion more than she already was.

"Do you think?" Fred asked with a tiny voice.

"This is L.A., honey. It's been known to happen."

Cordelia heard a click and the metal door opened. They stepped into a small, dimly lit hall. A second door led to a corridor. It took them two more to at last find the reception area.

It was as huge as they remembered. The only light seemed to come from the neon sign at the wall. The ominous line gave off a soft glow.

"Knees..." Fred guffawed. "Silly line."