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This story was inspired by another RB member and involves my favourite WPC character WPC Anna Brown. This story is a work of fiction and the author does not condone any form of sexual abuse in real life.

Part one:

WPC Anna Brown was surprised when her section leader told her that Detective Sergeant Bill Hoddesden had asked to see her, that he needed a WPC for an operation they were working on. Anna went to his office, dressed in her regulation skirt and crisp white shirt and black stockings (she hated tights), her hair in a typical WPC bun at the back, and nervously knocked on the door. Bill asked who it was and when he heard Anna’s voice cheerfully called her in.

Detective Sergeant Bill Hoddesden was definitely “old school”, he preferred to crack heads than fill in paperwork. He was considered a good operator and popular with his team but there was a sense that he had never got as far as he ought to, partly because of his tendency to cut corners and also because although not proven there was always a sense that he might be closer to some of the crime heads than he ought to be.

Anna walked determinedly across the office to the single chair in front of his desk. Bill always looked at women for a little too long, always looked like he was mentally undressing them. He had made a few lewd remarks to Anna about her perfect breasts, beautiful backside, tried to grope her at a party and despite the age gap (he was at least 30 years older than her 26 years) asked her for a date a few times. But Anna could handle it, all part of the job she thought. At the moment she was more interested in what role she could perform on an operation than Bill being a dirty old man.

Bill explained the case they were working on at the moment which was quite big for a small station. He was sure that they had identified a modelling studio that was being used as a front to traffic girls into the country for onward shipment to a life of prostitution. He explained that he thought that the girls had at least one or two supposed photo shoots before being moved on to the brothel; indeed the pictures taken may well have acted as catalogue material to the brothels for the girl concerned. But without any credible witnesses or being able to trace a specific “delivery” of girls it was proving hard to progress any further forwards.

Bill further explained that he wanted to keep the job inside the station, for his team to get the credit for all the work they had done so far. “So what can I do?” asked Anna.

Bill then told Anna that they had had a lucky break when an advert was placed by the modelling studio looking for a receptionist and administration person. No doubt the studio did legitimate work as well, and even a criminal organisation’s front needs someone to answer the telephone. He explained that as Anna was good on computers she would be perfect to put forward for the role. And as she was pretty he was sure that with a bit of charm she would get the job. For once Bill’s compliment sounded like he really meant it.
He promised that they would make up a cover for her career history and provide some outstanding references. He suggested that given Anna’s good looks that with a push up bra and an extra button undone on her blouse she was bound to get the job. Although Anna found Bill’s comments in line with his usual sexism, she appreciated the frustration when the local cops did all the hard work and then things got handed on to a regional crime squad. And she was a team player and wanted to help the team.

The plan if she got in was to work undercover over a couple of weeks and gain their trust, maybe ask a few questions of other junior staff and try to find paperwork or notes that linked a particular girl as an illegal immigrant that they could then track through. If she could find further information on new girls coming into the country then that would be a bonus. He would be her handler and he was confident that if she did a good job it would go down well on her record. Although Anna had no undercover training and strictly should not be doing this role for Bill she willingly accepted and prepared for her briefing with the team.

A few days later Anna turned up for the interview and breezed into the job.
*****
Anna turned up for the first day’s work dressed suitably smartly in a knee length tight black skirt and the same white blouse with one too many buttons undone. She quickly fitted in to the daily chores and routines and seemed to ably befriend most of the staff in the small studio, not least because most of them were male and she was very capable of a little light flirting with them.

In particular she worked on building her relationship with the photographer, Rick, an overweight balding man in his 50’s who sweated a little too much. He didn’t seem like a gangster, though he did have some great fashion photos on his wall and she figured he might accidentally give away some clues. There was also Alex, who seemed to cover all the practical stuff from lighting, electrics and studio props building and design. He could not be more unlike Rick in that although into his forties and a bit old for her, Anna could see why he had been a male model 20 years ago. He was still “buff” and with his short cropped blond hair and good looks she could see how he had started in the industry and continued on after his modelling days were over. The key person though she figured was the studio manager Henry. He was a small man but seemed to have a viscous streak to him. He talked harshly even when he was trying to be gentle and he sounded like the typical gangsters on the TV and film screen. Although into his sixties he had a strong handshake and an eye for the ladies in that old school courteous but clear manner that he considered women put on the planet to serve men. Anna was convinced that if they were on the right track then Henry would be at the centre of things.

During her first week, Anna always got in as early as possible and tried to gradually work later and later in the hope of building trust within the team and hoping to increase her opportunities to snoop around a little into the files in order to find some meaningful information. Also as general dogsbody she got to answer the phones and handle some of the mail, all of which she carefully noted where she could in order to pick up possible clues and connections.

In particular she kept a watchful eye on the young girls coming into the studio to do the photo shoots. Anna took every excuse to wander into the studio and nothing too untoward seemed to be going on, generally the girls were asked to wear risqué but nevertheless decent skirts and dresses and nothing much more than flash a lot of leg and cleavage. Occasionally the photo shoot would involve the girls just in underwear or swimsuits. One evening she decided to check whether Rick really was a skilled photographer stayed behind with him to review the photos that he had taken. She had to admit that the quality was very good, definitely of a publishing standard. She was also flattered when Rick suggested that she should try out doing some modelling shoots, that she had the looks and poise for it. He pointed out that it was all decent and above board and he could see that she had little to complain about the style and content of his portfolio.

Anna was less impressed by how Rick ignored her personal space and took every opportunity to touch her back, arms and legs. When he laid his hands firmly on her arse as she leant over looking at his pictures she decided enough was enough and made her excuses. Rick was not the slightest bit apologetic, allowing a dirty smile to spread over his face as Anna span round to leave. “Great arse......we should get some shots of that in a bikini” he called as she walked out, her backside unavoidably wiggling in her tight skirt. “Photographers” she kindly thought as she walked out “about as subtle as a house brick when it comes to chatting up the ladies” and thought nothing more of the incident.

Over the next few days Anna increased her vigilance and had got to know more confidently when Henry would be out of the office. She found more opportunities to wander in with odd pieces of paper and gradually worked her way around his filing cabinets looking for information. But so far she had found no real hard evidence. However in her calls and rendezvous’ with Bill as her handler they discussed the progress she was making. Apart from his usual male sexism (he was always hitting on her), on the whole he was well behaved and Anna was happy she could manage him and that at times he was giving her some respect for taking on the case. They both remained confident that she had won their trust and that a shipment of girls must be due soon and Bill encouraged her to stick with it for one more week.
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The following day was going in a pretty routine manner that Anna had started to get used to. Towards the end of the day it was usual for Henry to leave reasonably early but today he was still around and quite agitated, stomping around the office and exchanging words with Rick and Sally, a matronly lady in her fifties who did make up and generally look after the models. Anna tried to listen in for a while but could not hear what was being said, so in order to find out more she found some papers to deliver to Henry, and with a quick knock on the door walked in without waiting for an answer.
All three of them fell silent and looked towards Anna. As she put the papers on Henry’s desk she asked “Is everything OK”.

“Yes, fine” grunted Henry in a not too convincing way. Anna lingered, hoping to encourage more of a response. In the end Henry broke the silence.
“Well there is a problem I guess, we are supposed to be doing a test catalogue shoot tonight and the model has not turned up, the agency has no idea where we are and with Rick’s knowledge of the client I am sure we would have certainly won the work from the test shoot”.

“Can you not get someone else” Anna offered.

“No”, replied Rick, “it is too late in the day now”

Then Sally interrupted “Forgive me Anna, I know it is a long shot, but you are the right age and profile for the model and it is nothing risqué, just some office glamour shots, you could do it”.

Anna was taken aback and lost for words, it was very flattering to be asked, but she had never done anything like this and she thought she would probably be useless. On the other hand, if the shoot was decent and Sally was there to support her then what better way to earn their trust even further. She was sure that her handler Bill could sort it out so that the photos did not have too wide a circulation.

Anna continued to hesitate as Rick and Henry joined in supporting Sally’s great idea and urging her to accept the challenge. Whilst Anna dithered, Sally rushed out of the room and came back with the outfits, basically an office trouser suit, another skirt suit and a couple of blouses. There were also some hold up tan stockings and a pretty bra and knickers to go with the outfit.

“See” pointed out Sally, “nothing to worry about with the outfits and I will be around to help you dress and make up”.

Anna asked about why she had to wear their underwear and all three of them took turns to explain that it was all about confidence and a feel good factor in fancy outfits and in the case of the bra there was inevitably going to be a little bit of cleavage shots. Anna could hardly complain about that given the amount of cleavage she had put on show for the interview.

Anna had decided that she would do the shoot, but feigned a little more reluctance before allowing Sally to take her to the makeup and dressing room to get ready. When Anna emerged she was in the trouser suit with a blue blouse and matching jacket and 4” patent leather high heels. She staggered to the studio which was fairly plain but included a desk, chair, filing cabinet and picture on the wall to give the impression of an office. Alex was there to do the lighting, Rick was fiddling with his camera and Sally stayed on for morale support; Henry had however left the building on an errand.

And so the shoot began. Rick proved he was as good at directing his models as his pictures and had a very calming way about him and Anna soon found herself relaxing and getting into the swing of posing for the shots. The poses she was required to do in the trouser suit were all very tame, she sat provocatively in the chair with the trouser suit enabling her to sit with her legs much wider apart than would be considered ladylike and Rick was constantly trying to get her to undo more buttons on her outfit and lean ever further forward for the cleavage shots.

Then Anna changed into the skirt. She hadn’t fully appreciated that it had a slit fully up the left hand side so although the skirt was below the knee she was conscious that every time she moved her left leg seemed to show through the split. She now had on the tan hold up stockings and another pair of heels, this time with pointed toes and a white blouse.

This time she sat on the edge of the desk in various poses but keeping her legs planted firmly side by side. Rick asked her to cross her legs and so she did so with her right leg over the left.

“No, the other one” exclaimed Rick and so slowly Anna followed the instruction and sure enough the skirt fell apart revealing her beautiful slim leg encased in the tan stockings. Rick then gently urged her to let the skirt fall away a little more, whilst constantly telling her how beautiful she was and how she was doing a really good job but in order to clinch the deal they needed to see her stocking tops. Eventually Anna complied, Rick’s shutter repeated itself even more furiously before he called out that he was done, the shots he wanted were in the bag.

Everybody congratulated each other, and in particular Anna for not only being a team player but also for her outstanding job as the stand-in model. Anna was unavoidably pleased with herself and it had been a load of fun as well. Even after she changed and left the office she could feel the adrenalin still surging and she felt like she was on cloud 9. Maybe, she fantasised, a career change about to happen, she could surely earn a lot more money as a model than as a police officer.

That evening she met Bill as previously arranged and shared the whole story with him. He asked in too much detail about the level of “glamour” clearly getting off on this but returning to the job he looked thoughtful for a while. In the end he turned to Anna and asked “Are you comfortable in where this is going?”

“Of course” laughed Anna, “I had a fabulous time, everyone was so nice, I would happily do it again if the opportunity arose!”
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The next couple of days seemed fairly mundane for Anna by comparison to her one day of modelling, and she knew that she was almost being like a schoolgirl with the excitement that just having a few glamour photos had had on her. Whilst she still needed to take her undercover police woman job seriously, she could not get the thoughts out of her head that maybe she could forge a new and much more glamorous career in modelling.

Towards the end of the third day Henry had left early and Anna found herself answering the phone. She picked it up with a cheery hello and heard a gruff voice on the other end of the phone. When the gruff person found out that Henry wasn’t there he seemed quite cross before asking Anna,
“Are you Sally?”

Quick as a flash Anna replied “Yes, I am” trying hard to sound older than she was. Clearly this person did not know Sally.

The other man continued “OK, can you let Henry know that we have another group of 6 coming in next Tuesday”

Anna enquired “Anything else?” to which the man replied “Normal arrangements and times, nothing more” and put the phone down.

Anna thought about the phone message for a few moments, and could this be the moment they were waiting for, is this next batch of girls being brought in and could they catch them out this time. She hurriedly scribbled a note for Henry and wandered into his empty office to deliver it. On top of his desk she saw Henry’s large paper diary book – Henry was not one for computer calendars – which he normally locked away in his desk. Anna thought that maybe he had been in a hurry and after glancing around thumbed through a few of the pages. When she got to next Tuesday she saw a scribbled entry in pencil against the 3pm time slot. It read “Possible assignment, up to 6, standard studio shoots”.

This seemed to give Anna all the evidence she needed to suggest that they should prepare to gate crash on Tuesday and possibly catch the people traffickers red handed. She hurried back to her little desk and started to pack her things away when Rick knocked on the door.

“Hi, glad I caught you, I have just been on the phone with the client we did the shoot for with you. The great news is that they loved you, thought that you came across as both cute and sexy at the same time and have given us the contract for the main shoot.”

“Great” replied Anna, “so what does that mean?” Her heart was racing now, like a kid waiting for an exam result, she so wanted to be asked to do the main shoot.

“Well they want us to use you in the main shoot and they want it done next Monday afternoon so that we meet their publishing deadlines, are you OK with that”.

“Yeeees!” exclaimed Anna with probably a bit too much of a shriek in her voice, “so what happens now?”

“Well they do not want us to know the theme just yet, very secret. Not uncommon in glamour publishing, each publication is out to surprise the other. You needn’t worry though; they have told me it will be glamorous with a humorous edge, usual stuff, short skirts, plenty of legs and cleavage but nothing more. I know the publication well, it is what they do all the time. Tasteful stuff for wealthy lads – do you know what I mean?”

“Yes, sounds perfect” replied Anna, a little more composed now, but inside she was thinking “what a great opportunity, upmarket lad’s magazine, and the perfect launch pad to a new career”.

“OK” replied Rick “that is brilliant, then we are on for Monday, probably late afternoon, they are providing all the outfits and any props, then as soon as we are set up we do the shoot and I get the digital images off to them in the evening”.

As Anna hurried out with her bag, Rick’s final words were “looking forward to working with you very much”. It sounded very creepy, but in her excitement Anna thought nothing more of it, just another photographer being a dirty old man as photographers often are she thought.