Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

The club was quite active by now, nearly filled to capacity. Whitaker was still on the phone as he looked around the club. He glance over briefly and saw a hot tamale in the shadows, the only thing visible was her belly button from the dim lights. He did notice the shape of a long neck in her left hand as she moved to the beat of the music. Then he turned back away as he was writing something down on a notepad on the table. The music from the main area of the club echoed down the hallway from the VIP area. Whitaker's office was at the end of the hallway, that turned back from the main office and the door leading to the wine cellar. His name was on the door, engraved on a gold plate that was screwed secure to the the door, facing the outside, about a quarter of the way down from the doorframe. His desk was handmade, oak, and a lamp on one corner. There were files on either side of the desk, as well as a phone and calculator, appointment calendar, and notepad. A pen holder with two pens in it,was in the middle of the desk near the edge. Other furniture in the office was a couch at the back wall, a painting of the Bird Cage hung on the wall above the couch, as well as other assorted paintings and photographs of Whitaker and others here around the wall. Two highback chairs sat in front of the desk, Whitaker's desk chair was a leather highback executive swivel chair. A picture of Whitaker and a coed was in a frame on the desk as well. Behind the desk was a hutch with several drawers, all locked, and his laptop was on the level top of the hutch, it was closed. A small bar was off to the left of his desk, and to the right and in the corner was a wall safe that was shut. After Whitaker got off the phone he glanced at his watch, then finished his drink and left his private table. He walked down the hallway and stopped for a moment at the club office. He noticed that the door was shut and secure, as he then knew the manager was out on the main floor. He turned back the hallway leading to his office. As he got close he noticed the door was slightly ajar. The floor was carpeted and the music still broke the silence as he approached the open door to his office. He reached his office's door and peeked inside.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Becca stood for a moment, catching her breath as adrenaline coursed through her. This was it! She was going to bring them down!!! She looked through the office, noting the desk with files piled up, an appointment calender, two pens, and the various decorations. The man had taste and money, that much was obvious. There was a wall safe in one corner, but she dismissed that immediately. She was hardly a safe-cracker. Save that for the FBI teams when they invaded the club. Moving quickly, she went to the desk and started rifling through the files. Licenses, invoices, bills.. nothing of any interest. She tried the desk drawers, but they were both locked. Cursing, the cracked her knuckles and looked at the computer. She was no expert, but if she was lucky... And she was! The monitor came on, bathing her in a blue glow. She leaned over the desk rather than sitting down, her braless breasts hanging, creating enticing cleavage to any who might see it. The glow of the monitor enhanced her pale, freckled skin. The desktop was there, not even password protected. Doing a quick search for the name 'Madras' and the fast, expensive computer took only a moment to spit out the information. It was engrossing and entirely damning. Whitaker was the financier of the entire operation, it looked like, and it was wide ranging as well! She didn't have a clue the operation was as expansive as it appeared to be! She used her sharp memory to memorize the details, unaware that she was being watched. Gotcha, she murmured to herself as she stood and moved to the door, looking to get out and report her findings before anybody discovered her.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Whitaker watched from the doorway as she started to move around the office. He wondered why someone like her would be in his office, especially since it had been locked as he always does. He smiled as he knew she had to have picked the lock. He continued to watch, the door now pushed open a bit more as he saw her go through his files, as well as try the desk drawers. He smirked that she did not try to pick them since she had already been successful picking the office door. Then he watched as she turned on the laptop. He gritted his teeth as he could see from the doorway that she had did a search and found the Madras file. He saw her engrossed at the screen, her top rode high up her back and her skirt rode below her hips. He then started to shut the door back to its original ajar position when she shut down the lap top. He thought about grabbing her right away, when she left the office, but decided to hold off on that plan. Whitaker wanted to find out more, who she was, maybe who she was working for or with, and how much else she knew, besides just having just peeked into his computer. He remembered the phrase, Give a person enough rope and they will hang themselves. He move back down the hallway quickly and ducked out of sight at the intersection of his hallway and the main hallway in the back area. He heard the door click shut and waited quietly.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Becca peered through the slightly open door, making sure that there were no witnesses in the hallway. When she saw it was clear, she adjusted her top and skirt, her nipples poking out clearly in her excitement, and she moved carefully back down the hallway. She wished she could have gone through the drawers or the safe, but she already had more than enough information and facts to provide probably cause. She had no interest in the party and instead decided to leave the club and make a phone call right away. She got a band from the bouncer on the way out, in case she needed to get back in, and stepped around the building to the alley behind it, looking for enough silence and good reception to make her call. A streetlight shone above her, drowning her in a pool of light, as she searched her address book for the appropriate phone number. No one would answer, of course. It went to a central answering machine which would then be routed to the appropriate agent after review. The FBI had so many standards and procedures, she wondered how they got anything done. This is the rabbit. The prey has been caught. Your point of interest is The Bird Cage in Miami, run by a man named Whitaker, financier for the operation you were so interested in. If you need any further information, I'll be at the usual hotel, room 202. Leave a message at the desk with direct contact information and I will meet your agent. Closing the phone, she put it back in her clutch and caught her breath. She had done so much in so little time, thanks to that informant!! The sky would be the limit once her information helped the FBI shut the ring down. She knew the information was on a secure server, so that only those with access could get to it and route it properly. It was highly unlikely that it could be intercepted or diverted. But then, she had no understanding of the resources at Madras's disposal. Believing it over with, eager to hear from the FBI for further instruction, she hailed a cab in front of the club and directed him to drive her back to the hotel. She wanted to get out of her horrible clothes and back into something more covering and comfortable.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Whitaker watched from the end of the hallway as Becca came out of the office and secured the door. He watched her adjust her top and skirt, and got one last glimpse of her fully exposed belly button before it was nearly covered up. Her top still rode up in front and he backed into the shadows, as she came down the hallway and went back out into the main club area. He ducked out a side door and went into the alley. He was in the shadows and out of sight when he saw her come around the building and stop underneath one of the pole lights. He saw her take out her cellphone and make a call. He listened and smiled wryly, thinking to himself, Gotcha, you are a cop and a Federal agent to boot. He listened to the brief conversation and heard the hotel room number. After he watched her hang up, he followed her out of sight to the front of the building and watched her get in a cab. As the cab drove off he looked over at the driver of a dark blue four door Mercedes sedan, and nodded. The driver nodded back and then started to follow the cab at a distance. The Mercedes pulled over along the curb down from the hotel when the cab stopped. The passenger in the Mercedes got on the car phone, and called Whitaker, This is Pete, she's at the Ambassador Hotel. Whitaker smiled and talked back to Pete, She's in room 202, lets check her out and see if she's alone or not, then hung up. Pete hung up as well and then got out of the Mercedes. He walked up the side walk and then up the steps into the main entrance of the hotel.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

She was glad to be back in her hotel, and Becca wasted no time in kicking off her heels and stripping out of the gaudy clothes she had been forced to wear. Rifling through the suitcase, she came up with her favorite pajama set, a comfortable cotton top and bottom set in pink with blue flowers. She owned four other sets just like it, she liked it so much. Whistling happily to herself, she moved into the bathroom where she brushed her teeth and hair, washed her face, and got ready for bed. Her heart was still pounding a mile a minute as she climbed into the luxurious four poster bed with its soft mattress and wonderful sheets and comforter. Grabbing the book she had brought with her on criminal profiling, she turned out all of the lights except the bedside one and began reading as she slid her legs together under the bed, enjoying being so comfortable. It was a vacation as well as work, darn it all, so the least she could do was enjoy it. It was too late to go looking for her sister at this point, so she would have to pick that up again in the morning. It would take ten to twelve hours for her message to reach an appropriate agent. She guessed she would hear from the quickly after that, and by tomorrow night Whitaker would be in jail and the entire operation shut down once and for all. She only hoped that all of the girls that had been taken could be freed quickly and safely and taken back to their families. She could only imagine what it must be like for the poor girls to have to go through all of that. Setting the book down on her chest, she paused for a moment, thinking she heard movement outside her door. She couldn't see it for the darkness, so she listened intently but didn't hear any other sounds. Shrugging, she went back to reading as she began to feel more and more sleepy.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Pete walked into the hotel lobby. He saw the elevator door shut and then watched the lights above the door. The light lit up 2 and stopped, and he smiled, knowing it was the girl they were following. He went over to the stairwell, and pushed open the metal door. He trotted up the stairs as the door shut behind him, and then opened the second floor stairwell door. He peeked out and then walked into the hallway. He was at the other end of the hall from Becca's room and started to walk up the hallway towards her room. He reached Room 202 and stopped. He put his ear up against the door and listened. He heard silence and then looked down and saw the dim light from what looked like the nightstand. He was about to try and pick the lock, when he heard the bell ring as the elevator stopped at the second floor. He grit his teeth and walked away quickly from the room towards the elevator. The doors opened as he arrived, and a businessman came out of the elevator and walked down the hallway, unlocked the door to 212 and entered the room. Pete then got into the elevator and rode it down to the main floor, and then headed out the main entrance, walking casually as if nothing was going on. Reaching the Mercedes He got back in and picked up the carphone and called Whitaker. He told Whitaker that she was in 202 and bedded down for the night. He nodded a couple of times as he talked to him and then hung up. He looked at his partner, We're here for the night, our orders are to shadow her and see what she is up to. His partner nodded and then got out of the car and went across the street to an all night coffee shop to get them both some coffee to help stay awake.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

After a good sleep filled with dreams of promotions and vacations in Cabo, Becca woke up and stretched, enjoying the feeling of the sunlight splashing onto the bed. It was going to be a glorious day. While waiting for the FBI to contact her, she would go by her sister's work and see if she couldn't find out something there. If nothing else, she could at least get the address. Dressing in a loose, gray t-shirt and blue jeans that were slightly baggy, she pulled on her sneakers and strapped her gun holster on around her shoulders. Better not to take chances, now that she knew for sure that Madras was in the area and very much operating. She pulled a jean jacket on over that, along with her usual, plain undergarments. Grabbing some breakfast from the hotel lobby, a bagel and some coffee, she hailed down a cab once again while chewing on the food. Like anything at the Ambassador, it was very good. She asked the cabbie to take her to Fairmont Accounting where her sister worked, and sat patiently in the back, tapping her toes and thinking back on what she had discovered already in one day. As they reached the Accounting firm, she climbed out and entered the plain building, asking the secretary for information. Apparently, her sister hadn't been in for several days. A quick flash of her badge, however, got the information she really wanted - her sister's house that she bought two months before in a nice part of the city. Smiling and offering her thanks, she went back out into the streets. It was only a twenty minute drive through traffic to get to the house, and once there she offered the cabbie extra money to stay, which he took, but as soon as she was out of the car he peeled out and left, leaving her alone and without transportation. That was odd, she thought. Maybe he was just trying to get some extra money. Shaking her head, she walked up to the door of the house and knocked loudly three times, peering through a window to see if she could see any movement or lights on. Sarah?? It's me, Becca! Open up, sis!
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Pete and the driver of the Mercedes, Bill Carson, stayed outside the Ambassador all night. One had stayed awake, while the other caught some sleep. Bill left the car and was putting the empty coffee cups in the trash as well as the paper from a few candy bars, when he saw Becca come out of the main entrance of the hotel. He noticed her in her jeans and t-shirt as well as the jeans jacket. Her baggy jeans slid down below the waist and her t shirt rode up her back as she got in the cab. By now Bill was back behind the wheel and hunched Pete with his right elbow as he started up the car, Hey, she's on the move. Bill pulled away from the curb slowly and followed the cab at a safe distance as Pete jerked awake. He looked at Bill and then saw the cab in front of them, and noticed Becca sitting in the back seat near the right rear passenger door. Bill pulled the Mercedes along the curb as the cab stopped in front of Otto Accounting. Pete saw Becca get out and go into the building. The cab remained in front of the building, and the cabbie was having a smoke while he waited. Pete got on the car phone and called Whitaker, She's on the move and in Otto Accounting, we'll keep her under watch. Pete hung up as Bill walked up and had a small chat with the cabbie, then slipped him a 100 dollar bill. He returned to the car and got back in, about 45 seconds before she exited the building and got back into the cab. Bill followed the cab again at a safe distance. Bill followed the cab as they maneuvered in and out of traffic. The cab stopped in a nice residential part of the city, in front of a house on Beachside Drive. Bill pulled up and they watched as she got out and then the cab pulled away just as Bill had bribed him to do. They saw her head up the sidewalk and onto the front porch. After she knocked on the door, the watched her peer through the front window. Her gray t shirt rode up her back again and her jeans had slid down below her waist from sitting in the cab. Pete looked at Bill, Boss says to reel her in if we get the chance. This maybe the time.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Tugging on her jeans to get them to behave, cursing the belt that never got quite tight enough, Becca didn't see any movement through the window or lights on. Sarah always left a light on in case she had to come in late at night, so that got her suspicion up. She looked around the garden in front of the door.. ah, so predictable. She crouched down, her jeans once again sagging, as she picked up a fake rock and cracked it open, grabbing the key. Bad idea, sis. Just not safe, she thought as she took the key and opened the door, stepping through the threshold. She left the door open a crack behind her, figuring she wouldn't be here long, and moved through the house looking for a note or any sign of where her sister might be. It was downright disturbing that she hadn't heard from her for so long. As she moved through the kitchen, her shirt raised up as she reached into the cabinets to check for any sign of.. well.. anything. Her belly button caught the morning light and seemed almost to hold it as her pants sagged once again. She definitely had to get some new jeans, but she hated anything skintight. Not finding anything in the kitchen other than some photos on the fridge, she moved into the living room, checking for anything that might indicate where her sister might be.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Bill and Pete sat in the Mercedes along the curb down from the house. They saw Becca peek in the window. Bill checked the rearview mirror for any signs of cops or sidewalk traffic as Pete continued to observe her. He smiled as she crouched down for the rock, her jeans slid down again this time barely showing the top of her white bikini panties. Then he smirked when he saw Becca crack the window on the door, Awwwwwwww...do i see breaking and entering, he smirked as he looked at Bill, we may have to make a citizen's arrest. He watched her go inside the house and leave the door ajar. Keep an eye out for traffic, Bill, I'm heading inside. Bill nodded as Pete got out of the passenger's side on the curb and shut the front passenger door of the Mercedes. He adjusted his suit jacket that he wore over a black pocket t-shirt and brown trousers. He had a 9mm in his waistline under his jacket towards his left hip. He adjusted the gun under his jacket , and then started to walk casually towards the house. As he got closer he looked around briefly, and then started up the front sidewalk. The street was free of traffic, and nobody was out walking at that time of the morning, as most were either still sleeping, or had headed off to work. A faint bark of a dog could be heard from a yard a few houses down the street. He walked up onto the porch slowly and as quiet as possible. He stopped at the doorway and peeked inside. Not seeing Becca he pushed the door open enough for him to slip inside and then put the door back close to how it was ajar. He heard Becca out in the kitchen, the sound of the cabinet doors closing told him she was looking around in the kitchen. When the last cabinet door was closed, he heard her walking across the linoleum kitchen floor past the table in the kitchen. He looked around and saw a closet nearby. He quickly opened the door and got inside just as she was coming out of the kitchen. He stayed quiet in the closet as he heard her walk by.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Becca moved past the closet, unaware that she had company in the house, and slid into the living room. She looked through the end tables and the coffee table, finding some of her sister's magazines and bills, but again nothing to indicate any plans for a vacation or trip anywhere. She was beginning to get very concerned. This just wasn't right. There were no signs of struggles, so she wasn't sure that anything bad had happened, but there were definitely unanswered questions here. The only other room she could think of to check was the bedroom, so she went back there. The bedroom itself was neat and organized.. sheets well made on the bed, dresser clean and neat, and the walk-in closet door closed. She went to open it and stepped inside, turning on the light. All of her clothes seemed to be there, neat and in a long row, shoes spread out on the floor. Sarah loved clothes and had a lot of them, as well as shoes. It was unlikely she would leave those behind. She saw the file cabinet on the floor against the wall in the back of the closet, and stepped to it to rifle through the information. She kneeled in front of it, her baggy jeans revealing her cotton panties, and started reading through the files to see if anything might offer a hint.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Pete slipped out of the closet near the kitchen and looked around. He sighed in relief that she did not find him. He shut the closet door quietly, and then adjusted the handle of his gun under his jacket. He glanced around and then started to head into the living room. Reaching the living room he walked around the corner and glanced around. He went over to the coffee table and looked at the name on one of the bills. His eyebrow raised, he now recognized why she broke into the house. She knew the person, as they had the same last name, Pete figured out probably sisters. He glanced around again and saw a hallway off the living room that lead back towards the bathroom and the bedroom. He started back the hallway towards the bedroom, staying quiet as he peeked in the linen closet in the hallway and then in the bathroom, and saw nobody there. As he approached the doorway to the bedroom he saw Becca through the mirror on the dresser. He could see that she was in the closet and looking through some papers, also that a file cabinet door was open. His steps got smaller as he stopped at the bedroom door, and peeked in. He saw that her back was to him, and that her jeans had slid down and exposed her back and the top of her cotton panties. Pete reached into his right rear trousers pocket and pulled out a blackjack. He gripped the handle in his left hand as he slowly approached the closet. He made sure he did not hit the edge of the bed or make any noise to alert her. He got up behind her, raised the blackjack and then KLUNKKKKKK...he bonked her across the back of her head.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

There were several promising leads that she found in the file cabinet. Bills for a hotel that her sister had visited several times, phone bills with a recurrent long distance number.. it looked like she might have been seeing someone. This made her feel much better, as perhaps her sister had just gone off for a romantic meeting with her man. Smiling, she placed the file back into the cabinet and closed the door of it. She adjusted a bra strap and looked around for the key to lock the cabinet again when the blackjack connected with the back of her head. It knocked her out instantly, causing her to fall back, away from the cabinet to sprawl on the floor, unconscious and clueless. Her pants remained riding low on her hips, showing the band of her panties as her shirt rode up, her jacket falling open, revealing her slowly breathing stomach, pale, deep belly button riding up and down with each breath and her gun holster showing under the jacket.