To be honest I'm not sure I would have taken a drink from that cup. Mike did it without hesitation. It was almost as if he was hypnotised. 'Just a sip Mike! Not the whole cup' I told him. I wasn't sure drinking unknown charms was in the regulations.
He replied 'There is no problem Chad, I'll be fine' He downed the cup 'It tastes nice!'
I gave what I hoped was an exasperated look.
The purple woman seemed totally un-surprised that Mike had taken the drink 'If you don't mind sir, I'll leave you in the company of Cassandra. I have some ideas of conservative uniforms that we might adopt. While you are here I'd like to get your opinion. We won't be long' The woman and the brunette went through a doorway in to what I assumed was another room. Concerned about Mike I stayed and watched him fearful that he may have been poisoned.
He was watching Cassandra, the blonde who had bought us here. She was industriously polishing the door handles. She was a weird chick. At least she was a pleasant view. Her costume left little to the imagination. She certainly had a great body.
I watched Mike, watching the girl. he seemed relaxed and was showing no ill effects. I picked up the cup he had drunk from. It was empty. There was no smell in it. Perhaps the purple woman was honest. There seemed nothing illegal happening, just weirdness, time for us to get back to work.
Then the purple woman returned with the brunette. They had only been gone a minute but they had both changed. The weirdness was continuing. The brunette was dressed up in a long sleeved top and floor length skirt, her hair was covered with a scarf. It was a costume the ayatollah's would have approved of. As for the proprietress she was wearing a Margaret Thatcher skirt suit, looking as conservative as a woman with purple skin possibly could.
'What do you think?' she asked me. 'Are either of these outfits conservative enough?'
'Umm.... Yes...... They are conservative.... I didn't mean you had to go puritan.... I just suggested that something less revealing than what Cassandra is wearing might be more appropriate if you didn't want women calling the police'
'I don't understand?.....' The purple woman seemed perplexed.
'Look I'm not exactly an expert on woman's fashion but perhaps something more mainstream would be appropriate. Maybe go for the girl next door look. You are all very attractive women. I meant something less.....'
'Mistress. I think I know what the officer means' The brunette spoke up. Like her sister she had a voice to die for. The two woman went back to the other room.
I turned to check on Mike. He still seemed his normal self. It was Cassandra who seemed different. She had stopped polishing the door handles and seemed to be watching Mike. If I didn't know better I would say she was drooling at him.