Sandi and Josi - Bunnygirls in Brazil

The sun was setting over Sugar Loaf Mountain, the statue of Christ silhouetted against the deep pink sky. At his feet the lights from city of Rio Di Janeiro twinkled jubilantly, and the sound of pulsating music filled the air. The beach, streets and bars were all fall of people drinking, cheering and singing, all eyes fixed on the TV screens as the latest football match kicked off. The wait had been long, arduous and not without difficulty, but at long last the 2014 World Cup had arrived, and people were getting ready to party.

   Away from the hubbub of the city streets, in an exclusive quarter of the city reserved for the rich and powerful, a different sort of party was being thrown in honour of the World Cup. The match was still being displayed on large Ultra HD TV’s found in every room of the expansive and regal villa, but the party guests were far less interested in the game than the other citizens of Rio. This was in part due to the free alcohol. This was in part due to the blackjack, roulette and poker tables dotted throughout the establishment. This was in part due to the eclectic collection of sports related fancy dress costumes the guests were wearing. But it was mostly to do with the army of beautiful young women serving the party guests, all of them wearing playboy bunny outfits.

   “Which one of you fine gentlemen ordered a whisky on the rocks?” the blonde haired bunnygirl asked as she skipped over, balancing a single drink on a silver tray.

   “And which good sir ordered a vodka martini?” the dark haired Hispanic girl asked as she appeared at the blonde’s side.

  The group of men couldn’t help but gawp at the pair of beautiful young women in their early twenties. Their bunnygirl outfits were in the colours of the World Cup host nation, the blonde’s outfit a deep emerald green and the Hispanic girl’s outfit a bright, striking yellow. Their outfits were complimented dark sheer nylon tights, a bunny ears headband and high heels which matched the colour of their leotards.

   “Thanks for the drinks ladies,” said a native Brazilian gentleman wearing a very sparkly cowboy outfit. “May I ask your names?”

    “Certainly,” the blonde replied with a syrupy smile. “My name is Sandi, with an ‘I’.”

    “And I’m Josi, without an ‘E’,” her dark haired partner sweetly seconded.

    “Ooh, American girls eh?” the Brazilian cowboy asked. “You here to enjoy the football, or should I say for you, the soccer?”

     “Definitely,” Josi replied. “My family come from Mexico originally, so we’re all big soccer fans.”

     “So the pretty American has some latin blood in her. Shame the match between our home nations was so disappointing.”

    “Yeah, you wouldn’t get a goalless game in American football would you,” Sandi giggled happily. “If you fella’s need another drink, just give us a shout.” With that both girls spun on their heels with perfect synchronicity, and gave the patrons a flash of their bunny tails as they returned to the bar to collect another round of drinks.

    At first glance you would have assumed that Sandi, with her long flowing, platinum blonde hair, and Josi, her skin tanned and jet black hair even longer, were both a pair of pampered California princesses whose only defining attribute was their good looks. But to think that would be to underestimate them. Both girls were in fact graduates of Harvard university, were both strong athletes and keen problem solvers. It was for these reasons, combined with their good looks, that they had been recruited by a top American private investigative agency.

  They had become known as the Bunnygirl detectives. Recruited by modelling agencies for social functions involving the rich and powerful, the two girls would in fact go undercover to find incriminating evidence against those in high places when they believed they were at their safest. Already the two girls had had great success in finding evidence that had led to the conviction of corrupt LA officials and some mafia members. The only blip on their record was when French jewel thief Jean-Claude had tied them up in the safe of a Las Vega Casino, before he made another daring escape.

   This was a job unlike anything the two ladies had taken on before. It was a job from a mysterious client who had claimed that had uncovered a plot to fix some of the football matches being played over the course of the World Cup. Massive illegal betting syndicates based in Asia had made inroads throughout Brazil, influencing the higher ups and those organising the tournament. As of yet their organisation had no idea who was responsible and which games were being target. They had a list of suspects, many of whom had been invited to this very party, but not enough evidence to convict them. Hence why Sandi and Josi had been sent in.

    After a couple of hours of serving drinks neither girl had found out anything or even laid eyes on a suspect. As a result they were getting impatient, Josi in particular. She huffed in frustration as she and Sandi returned behind the bar to prepare their next drink orders. “Whose idea was it to wear pantyhose in a country that rests on the equator?” she harrumphed as she re-affixed her nylons.

    “Could be worse, the tournament could have been held in the Brazilian summertime,” Sandi replied brightly, only half focusing on the cocktail she was making as her deep blue eyes scanned the room. “Seen any of our target yet?”

   Josi shook her head. “I say we give it another hour and then if he doesn’t turn up, we bail and go party on the Copacabana.”

    Sandi agreed with her statement, and with that both bunnygirls placed their cocktails on their serving trays and returned to their patrons. The party continued to go splendidly, with both Sandi and Josi getting multiple compliments from the guest, and multiple tips to go with them. Both girls continued to play along, but the minutes ticked by and there was still no sign of their target. But almost the instant that on the TV screen the referee blew the whistle for half time, both Sandi and Josi saw him arrive.

   Their target was an Indonesian man in his mid-thirties, wearing a dark suit that seemed far too warm for the weather. Not that the man gave any indication as to how warm he was feeling as he walked through the building flanked by his equally sharply dressed goons. His name was Matuis, and he had very strong links to a massive Asian based betting syndicate, and he was the person Sandi and Josi had been waiting for.

   “Now where exactly are you going?” Sandi said as much to herself as to Josi as they both watched Matuis and his goons walk through the party to a doorway hidden behind a plush, thick curtain.

    “Not like Matuis to hide away from a party,” Josi remarked. “Fortunately for us that room has a veranda connecting it to the rest of the villa. The owner asked me to lock it earlier, but because I’m a silly dumb bunnygirl I kinda on purpose forgot.”

   Smiling at her friend Sandi replied cheekily, “You silly girl Josi. Mind you, how were a pair of dumb bunnygirls like us to know that the veranda was off limits?”

   So together the intrepid investigators moved away from their drink serving duties and made for the supposedly locked veranda doors. They waited by them for a few moments, aiming a couple of cheeky winks at the guests passing them by, waiting for the moment they were certain they were not being observed. When that moment arrived they opened the veranda doors and slipped out into the warm Brazilian evening.

  Both women moved slowly, trying not to make much noise with their high heels against the stone veranda. They kept close to the wall, skirting around the edges and skipping past the plant pots containing beautiful flowers local to the region. They soon came to the window doors that led into the room which Matuis had concealed himself. The doors were slightly ajar, though the curtains had been drawn. Carefully stepping as close as they dared Josi pulled back a little on the curtains so they could peek into the room, and they both gasped at what they saw.

    A beautiful woman was seated on a chair, and was kept in place by copious amounts of rope used to bind her. Her hands were tied behind her over the chair back, with additional rope wound about her upper body and the black party dress she was wearing. Her sandal clad feet were bound at the ankles and fixed to the crosspiece. Her long dark hair fell onto her exposed, tanned shoulders, and her cheeks were stained with tear streaked mascara, which reached the layers of grey tape plastered over her lips. And propped up on her lap against her body was a message written in black on a white piece of cardboard which read in English, ‘We will be in touch.’

    Matuis stood observing the struggling prisoner, while one of his men filmed her struggles with a camera set up on a tripod. The girl stared straight down the lens, mewling pitifully and doing everything she could to wriggle loose. She looked utterly terrified, while all her captors did was stand and smoke with greedy smirks on their faces.

   Sandi and Josi were dumbstruck. They suddenly realised they had stumbled into a truly dangerous situation. Who was the girl? Why had she been kidnapped? And was there anything they could do to rescue her?

   But all of these questions exited their heads when, seemingly out of nowhere, the tied up girl started giggling behind her tapegag, like she was actually enjoying herself.

     “Cut!” cried the goon operating the camera, making sure to stop the recording as Matuis stepped out of the shadows.

      “If you want to be convincing Monique, best not to start laughing three minutes into your ransom video,” the Indonesian gang leader said curtly as he peeled away the woman’s tapegag.

    His supposed captive licked her lips, smiled at him, before replying, “I can’t help it. I’m thinking about all that lovely money I’m going to get from doing this.”

    “Only if your father co-operates and ensures we and our clients get the results we want,” Matuis reminded her. “You sure he’ll comply when he sees this?”

   “Absolutely, anything to protect his little girl,” this Monique giggled. “Oh if only he knew.”

    Turning to his goon Matuis asked, “Have you got enough material to make a ransom video?”

    His goon nodded. “With a bit of editing it should be good to go.”

    The other goon had been texting on his cellphone during this conversation. “Excuse me sir, but I’m afraid we have to change our plans a little. Luis has sent me a message saying that he’s uncovered a pair of snoopy bunnygirls listening to our every word.”

   Sandi and Josi felt their stomachs lurch in shock, but neither of them had time to react before they were both grabbed from behind, hands clamped over their red lips and their arms pinned to their sides. They barely had a chance to wriggle before the beautiful pair of bunnygirls were hauled inside the villa.

    “You should have stuck to serving the cocktails ladies,” Matuis sneered as both Sandi and Josi were lined up in front of him. “Tie them up boys, and then we’ll see if we can loosen their tongues a little.”

    So that was what the unfortunate snoops were subjected to. The same kind of ropes that had been used to bind this Monique girl were applied to them, first to lash their hands behind their backs and then pulled about their upper bodies and exposed arms to pin their arms against their sides. Then they were made to lie on the floor where their ankles and knees were bound. Sandi swept her long dark hair out of her eyes as she turned her head to face Josi, who was groaning through the palm still clamping over her mouth, angry that the nylons she’d been complaining about earlier provided no protection from the uncomfortably tight ropes.

   Matuis’ goons had one last surprise in store however, using a spare length of rope each to bind each girls hands to their ankles, leaving both bunnies in uncomfortable, restricting hogties. Both girls moaned as they waggled their high heel clad feet in the direction of the ceiling, now restricted to shuffling about uselessly on the tiled villa floor. At Matuis’s signal the hands clamped over their mouths were removed, and after waiting for the bound pair to gasp for air he said, “So, what do I owe the lovely pleasure of your company?”

   Josi decided to play the innocent, dumb waitress card, and pretending to act surprised and frightened she replied, “But we were just on our way to ask if you wanted some drinks.”

   “Oh a likely story,” sneered one of the goons who had snuck up on them. “Would asking for drinks include you sneaking up on us while we’re filming our ransom video?”

   “Silence boys, I’ll ask the questions,” Matuis ordered calmly, yet authoritatively. He knelt down beside Sandi and then twirled a strand of her beach blonde hair through his fingers while she gave a frustrated grunt at her predicament. “Are you going to tell me why you’re really here?”

    Sandi decided on a different tactic, to take on this freak and pry information out of him. Looking up at Monique, who remained tied to the chair while all this had been going on, she asked, “Only if you tell us why you’ve kidnapped someone to hold them to ransom?”

   It was at this point Monique laughed at her. “Do I look like someone who’s been kidnapped? If you must know you little blonde bimbo, none of this could have happened without me.”

   “She was the one who came to me with the idea,” Matuis explained. “She was the one who offered to fake her own kidnapping in order for her father to throw the game he is due to referee.”

    “But why would you want to throw a soccer game?” Josi asked.

     “Oh not throw a soccer game, just tweak its contents a little,” Matuis smiled at her. “In a world where you can bet on the timing of corners, yellow cards and free kicks, it’s easier than it ever has been before to make money on football if you apply the correct influences on a game.”

   Josi frowned at him before saying, “Actually, I was talking to her. What do you get out of it?”

   Monique frowned in return before replying. “A huge wad of cash and the satisfaction of ruining the World Cup for everyone.”

   “Why would you want to spoil the World C…” Sandi began before Monique interrupted her.

   “Because I damn well hate it!” she roared. “I hate how it’s all my father and brothers talk about. I hate how the players are all spoiled brats who whinge whenever they don’t get their fifty thousand dollar a week wages. I hate how so much money is thrown at it which could be spent on better healthcare, education and infrastructure. And I hate how it’s a game run by corrupt crooks only interested in increasing the size of their bank accounts.”

    “People like Matuis you mean?” Josi snorted. “You realise he’s just using you right? You wondering why he’s tied you up just as tight as us? He’s going to hold you to ransom for real!”

   Monique laughed confidently. “You can’t fool me. Why the hell would Matuis want to keep me prisoner as wlllllllggggmmm hhhhmmmmm?!?!?!” Her statement was curtailed unexpectedly by Matuis’ goons as without giving her warning they started slapping strip after strip of tape over Monique’s lips. And Monique, still tied as she was to the chair, was unable to do anything about it other than widen her eyes indignantly and emit furious, muted squeaks through her now sealed mouth.

   “Sorry there Monique my pretty,” Matuis said, without sounding all that upset in truth. “But I can’t risk you going out and blabbing about our little secret, and then your father finding out. Me and my clients stand to make hundreds of thousands of dollars, and I can’t leave anything to chance.”

   “NNNNMMMMM YYYYMMM DDDDBBBLLL CCCCCRRRRSSSNNN BBBBSSSSTTTTTRRDDD!” Monique fumed as she stamped the point of her high heels against the tiled floor, obviously frustrated by the Matuis’s betrayal. Josi and Sandi exchanged knowing glances. They had seen that coming from the moment they had been wrestled to the floor.

   Not that they had much chance to revel in their smugness, as the pair of hogtied bunnygirls could do nothing to stop layers of silver duct tape being plastered over their rouged lips. Sandi moaned as her blonde locks were held back by the goon as her mouth and chin disappeared underneath layers of tape, while Josi wriggled her head so vigorously that it took the other goon a lot longer to ensure she was effectively gagged.

   Their work done, Matuis took off the camera from its pedestal before turning to waggle it in the faces of the bound investigators and his partner turned hostage. “If you’ll excuse me ladies, I have a video message to email to Monique’s father. Then I think me and my associates have earned the right to be served a refreshing cocktail from one of your bunnygirl friends. Then when the party is over we’ll figure out what to do with you!”

    “Hhhhhvvv nnn nnnnnssss tttttmmmm!” Sandi mumbled sarcastically, watching as Matuis and his men abandoned the three bound and gagged women in the room’s centre, making sure the patio doors were locked and the curtains drawn, before the exited the room and locked their prisoners inside.

   All three women took that as their cue to begin testing their bonds. Sandi and Josi squirmed side by side on the floor arching their backs and wriggling their hips trying to test how secure they were in their hogties. Monique meanwhile began bouncing about in her seat, jiggling so hard that the chair legs scraped over tiled floor, but not loud enough to be heard through the walls and over the loud samba music the party was generating. Sandi and Josi realised quickly that it was unlikely that they would be found or rescued. If they were to escape, it would have to be down to them.

   But unknown to Monique and Matuis, the bunnygirl detectives had a secret weapon.

   “Ccccccnnnn yyyyymmm rrrccchhh mmmmm ttttlllll?” Josie asked Sandi as she rolled over onto her left hand side, waggling her fingers in anticipation.

    “Nnnnn ssscccnnnddd,” Sandi replied as she fell onto her right hand side, and then started scooting herself over using her hips and nylon clad legs. Soon they were almost back to back, nearly kicking each other with their conjoined high heels. Sandi used her bound fingers to feel her way past Josi’s hands, where she managed to clasp hold of the fluffy bunny tail of Josi’s costume. Grasping it tightly she gave it as hard a yank as she could, managing to rip apart the Velcro used to keep it in position.

  The reason for this became apparent when Sandi pried apart the fluffy bunnytail to reveal a hidden switchblade inside of it. It wasn’t much use as a weapon, but as a means of cutting through rope it was perfect. Slowly but surely she began sawing through the cords binding her wrists. The knife was sharp, but due to the position of her wrists it took her time to effectively cut through the ropes. Josi and Monique waited patiently as she worked, and eventually Sandi’s persistence was rewarded when the knots fell apart and her hands jerked free.

   “Wwwwllll dddddmmm  sssnnnndddd!” Josi squeaked in congratulations at her colleague stretched out her legs now she was free from her hogtie. Sandi didn’t waste any time, rolling over and quickly using her bunny tail knife to saw through Josi’s bonds, until her hands were also free. Then working together both girls pulled away the ropes wound about their bodies and freed their legs, before they finally peeled away their tapegags.

   “Typical villain,” Josi smiled at her fellow detective. “They never think to check the bunnytail.”

   “What’s say you and I get out of here and go for that party on Copacabana beach,” Sandi winked at her friend. “After we’ve alerted the authorities to Matuis’s plot though.”

   “Hhhhhyyy wwwwttt bbbbttt mmmggg?” Monique asked, writhing expectantly in her seat, staring at the bunnygirl detectives as they rose to their feet, with their outfits almost as pristine as they had been at the beginning of the evening.

   Sandi and Josi looked at Monique for a second, before Sandi remarked, “What do you think? You think Monique looks ready to leave the party?”

    “I think she should stay until the police arrive to break up this party,” Josi replied. “After all, it was her idea to come here and play the damsel in distress. I think it’s only fair she sees her fantasy through.”

    “Besides, I wouldn’t know how to untie her ropes,” Sandi winked. “After all, I’m just a dumb, blonde bimbo, ain’t I Monique?”

    “NNNMMMM. CCCCMMMM HHHHRRR NNNNDDD NNNTTT MMGGG!” Monique roared through her tapegag, her long brown hair swishing wildly as she did everything in her power to avert her fate. But there was nothing she could do to stop Sandi and Josi, the Bunnygirl detectives, unlocked the patio doors and disappeared into the warm Brazilian evening.