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NYPD Blue (mc, FF)
From: MS4EVER321@aol.com





HypnoTV: NYPD Blue 
by MAW
MC,FF

     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this at home, seek help.
     Well, you've asked for more of the rapturous redheads. Here
they are in a story with an oft-requested show.


     New York, New York. The Big Apple, rotten to the core,
according to many. The two women stepping out of the squad car
certainly believed it. Diane Russell was a tall woman with long
dark hair curling just past her shoulders. She wore a dark suit
with pants and a dark overcoat. Jill Kirkendal was a striking
woman with short blond hair cut just above the ears and wore a
similar outfit to Russell's. Both had badges hooked onto the
front of their jackets, in plain view of the uniformed policemen
who were surrounding the small shop. "What've you got?" Russell
asked. 
     "Robbery and a shooting," the uniformed officer replied.
"Salesclerk just got sent to the hospital. Owner's dead, safe's
cleaned out. Clerk was in shock, we haven't been able to talk to
her yet." 
     "Who reported it?" Kirkendal said.
     "Couple of women came in immediately afterwards, found the
clerk, called us." The officer nodded to a squad car. Standing
next to it were a pair of redheaded women. One was older, with a
business-like air and hard, if attractive features and a nice
suit. The other was younger and shorter, with a more nonchalant
attitude and a wild red outfit. "They say they're tourists," the
officer said. "They haven't talked much."
     "Then we'll just have to encourage them," Kirkendal said as
she walked towards the two, Russell behind her. "Ladies, I'm
Detective Kirkendal, this is Detective Russell. We need to ask
you some questions."
     "Look, we really don't know a lot about what's going on,"
the younger redhead said. "We just came in to check out some
dresses, we find the people shot, we call you, I think our part's
done." 
     "You're from L.A., aren't you?" Russell asked. 
     "We really do have to get some place, it's extremely
important," the older woman said. "Maybe we can talk about this
later?" 
     "Would you be willing to come down to the station house?"
Kirkendall asked. 
     "Station house? You really call it that?" the younger
redhead said. 
     "Actually, we're at a hotel downtown. We'd be more than
willing to help you out then," the older one said. 
     "Detectives!" Russell and Kirkendall turned to see an
officer coming up to them. "We think we have a suspect. They
caught him hotwiring a car a few blocks from here."
     "Let's go," Kirkendall said. "Get their names and their
hotel and drop them by us later." 
     "Will do," the officer said. 

     "What's the matter? You've been brooding for the last hour."
Sydney dumped her coat onto a chair as she and Kimberly entered
the spacious hotel room. 
     Kimberly bit her lip as she sat on the couch. "Break out the
kit, Sydney." 
     "Kim, please, I have my limits. The stewardess and the maids
wore me out."
     "It's for the cops. And it's not just for pleasure, although
that would be a side benefit." 
     "Come on, we had nothing to do with the shooting."
     "Sydney, I'm aware I'm the brains of this twosome but even
you should figure this out. If they bring us in to question, they
may photograph us, they may get our handwriting, they may even
get our fingerprints. Now, if that happens, they'll find out who
we really are, which means we'll be looking at charges ranging
from fraud to embezzlement. If anyone back home finds out we're
alive, the whole thing's over, we're going to jail, do not pass
go, do not collect two hundred dollars. You got it?"
     "Shit." Sydney got it. "And that was L.A. New York jail's
are probably twice as bad." 
     "How do you want to handle this?" 
     Sydney dug a quarter out of her pocket. "Call it." 
     "Heads," Kimberly said as Syd flipped the coin in the air.
     Syd caught the coin and looked at it. "Tails. I'll take the
brunette." 
     "No problem. I'm in the mood for a blonde tonight anyhow." 
     "We've really got to be careful here, Kim. Something goes
wrong, we're talking major jail time." 
     "Syd, have we ever screwed up before?" 
     "No, but we were both married to Michael. His luck is due to
catch us any day now." 

     "This is the kind of time I hate this job," Kirkendal said
as she and Russell walked through the hotel's swanky hallway. "I
see people spending more in one night than we make in a year." 
     ""Two years if you add the room service and pay movies,"
Russell said as she knocked on the door the bellman had given
them. It opened to show Kimberly, wearing a loose white robe.
"Oh, hi," she said. "Sorry, we weren't expecting you yet." 
     "We don't usually take this long, but our captain wanted us
to give you some follow-up questions before our report,"
Kirkendal said as she walked into the room. It was dimly lit,
with candles on the table. Sydney walked in, dressed in a red
nightie that flowed around her. "I'm pretty sure the candles are
a fire hazard," Russell said. 
     "Really? Darn," Sydney said. "So, can I get you a drink." 
     "We're on duty," Russell said. 
     "Not any more." Russell and Kirkendal turned to Kimberly,
warning bells going off inside their heads. It was a little late.
Kimberly raised her arm and sprayed the contents of a small can
right into the officers' faces. Instantly, a wave of dizziness
overtook Kirkendal and Russell. They stumbled in place, their
muscles losing feeling. Kimberly took Russell by the arms and
dragged her to the sofa as Sydney grabbed Kirkendal. "I thought
we were going to go into this slowly," Sydney grunted as she sat
Kirkendal down. "You know, a couple of drinks, some small talk,
ask them about the shows, then drug them."
     "We're low on time," Kimberly said as she sat the drugged
Kirkendal and Russell up on the sofa. "Maybe an hour. Otherwise
they'll be missed." 
     "Man, I wanted to use that new oil." Sydney slipped off her
necklace, a silver chain attached to a shiny pendant. 
     "Just get on with it," Kimberly said. 
     With a shrug, Sydney placed the pendant in front of the
officers' line of vision and began to lightly swing it side from
side. "Diane, Jill, look at the pendant. Watch the pendant." The
drugged spray had clouded the minds of the two women, making them
susceptible to suggestion. Blearily, they focused their gaze on
the pendant swinging before them. "Watch the pendant, just watch
it swing, side to side, flashing as it goes. It's relaxing, just
to watch the pendant and see it flash and listen to my voice. It
swings and flashes and it's so relaxing to watch it. Just watch
the pendant swing and listen to my voice and you begin to feel
sleepy, so sleepy. The pendant swings side to side, left to right
and it's so relaxing, you feel so sleepy. So very sleepy. It's so
relaxing and you feel so tired. All you want to do is sleep. Just
sleep. Sleep and relax and do what I say. It feels so right to do
that. Just sleep. Sleep." 
     The two detectives slumped in their seats, eyes closed. A
strand of curly hair fell over Russell's face, which looked all
the more attractive in sleep. Kirkendal's face looked content for
the first time since Sydney and Kimberly had seen her. "Diane,
Jill. You are both asleep. It feels so good to be asleep. You
want to remain this way and you will do anything to remain this
way. You will do anything we say. Do you understand?" 
     The two nodded. Sydney took Diane by the hand and helped her
to her feet. "Come with me, Diane," she commanded, leading the
entranced officer away. Behind her, Kimberly was lying Kirkendal
out on the couch. She carefully removed her gun from its holster,
putting it on the table. "Can't have it going off," Kimberly
muttered. "We're firing up a few things ourselves."
     In the bedroom, Sydney had Russell standing before her bed,
swaying slightly. Hooking the straps with her fingers, Sydney
lifted and let the nightgown drop around her, showing her thin
nude form. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Russell.
"Diane, you trust me. You trust me enough to do what I say and to
follow my commands. If you do what I say, I promise you will feel
so good. Take off your clothes, Diane." Slowly, Russell began to
strip. Her coat and jacket went first. Then her shirt and short
pants. Her bra was removed to let her breasts go free. She slid
her panties down to show a small dark tuft between her shapely
legs. 
     Sydney stood up, walked towards Russell and kissed her.
Russell responded with surprising passion as Syd turned them
around, laying Russell down on the bed. She pushed to policewoman
towards the headboards, placing her head on a pillow. Sydney sat
up when a flash caught her eye. Glancing over, she saw a pair of
handcuffs among Russell's discarded clothes. It was too much for
the mischievous Sydney to resist. In a flash, she had the cuffs
hooked around Russell's wrists and around a space in the
headboards, cuffing Russell to the bed. Sydney lay another kiss
on Russell before moving down her body. She kissed the tightened
nipples and pinched Russell's breasts, pushing them together and
loving the reaction she got when she kissed them. She moved down
Russell's body and to her clit. Placing her tongue inside, Sydney
expertly began to lick at Russell's clit, enjoying the sweet
taste coming out. 
     In the living room, Kimberly had nicely laid Kirkendal out
on the couch. Kirkendal's clothes were undone. Her pants and
panties were at her knees, her shirt and blouse laid open and her
bra pushed down. The two women were embracing, Kimberly loving
the feel of the partly dressed woman under her. She pinched one
of Kirkendal's nipples as they continued to kiss, then swung
herself around, her mouth over Kirkendal's pussy, her pussy over
Kirkendal's mouth. Kimberly paused to inhale the scent of
Kirkendal's pussy, then dived in. She kissed the clit, letting
her tongue drag inside as she moved it around. She felt
Kirkendal's tongue enter her, slowly and softly, hesitant strokes
at first, then more passion to it. Kimberly felt herself pushed
into ecstasy and let it drive her as she plunged her tongue
deeper into Kirkendal. 
     In the bedroom, Sydney crawled up Russell's body and buried
her head in between her breasts, bestowing cum-covered kisses
onto them. She kissed Russell again and knew she was turned on by
the taste of her own cum on Sydney's lips. Sydney sat up and
placed herself onto Russell. "Lick me, Diane," she whispered.
"Just go ahead and lick me." The entranced officer obeyed. She
got into it faster than Sydney expected, her tongue lapping away
at her. Sydney slowly began rocking on Russell, setting up a slow
rythym to match the licking. She gripped the headboard for
support as she continued to rock on Russell, letting her tongue
drag into her. Russell tensed, the cuffs chafing at the board as
Sydney came, her juices falling onto the brunette's head. Syd
leaned back, a wild grin on her face.
     "Having fun?" Sydney looked up to see Kimberly standing in
the doorway, nude, a wetness covering her red patch. 
     "Just giving her a taste of what she's missing," Syd said. 
     "Wrap it up, clean her up and meet me in the living room,"
Kimberly, turning and walking away. Sydney watched her go then
looked down on the oblivious Russell. "She's great in bed, but
she definitely needs a patience lesson." 
     
     "So, that was a lot of wasted time over nothing," Russell
remarked as she and Kirkendal walked away. 
     "An hour just to find out what we already know: they don't
know anything," Kirkendal agreed. "So, what're you going to do
when you get home?" 
     "Maybe have a nice dinner with Bobby," Russell shrugged.
"Funny, for some reason I feel tired." 
     "You two, huh? Maybe it's time we took a vacation." 
     "L.A.'s supposed to be nice."

     "To a job well done," Kimberly said as she and Sydney
clinked glasses of wine. They lay in bed together, nude. 
     "Well, we got them off our backs and had some fun," Sydney
said. "Now, if they can just forget about us, we can enjoy the
rest of our trip." 
     "So, what'll we do tomorrow?" 
     "I was thinking. Ever wonder what the Jets cheerleaders do
in the off-season?" 
     Grinning, Kimberly kissed her lover. They sank back on the
bed, Syd on top. "I forgot," she said. "I got a little souvenir."
She held up her hand and let a pair of handcuffs gleam in the
light. "Put me under," Kimberly said. 
     "Trance or arrest?"
     "Your choice." 
