The Tiger Lady
by Leslie Josette Gill
and Edited by Sapphire

Chapter 14

Taking out a Drug Pusher

In New Orleans, you were either a local or a tourist. There was more tourist than Locals though. You could tell the locals by the way they just melted into the environment. It didn't matter if they were dressed as a clown or a drag queen. They just looked like they belonged. They knew where to be and how to be dressed.

It didn't take long for me to be made as a tourist. I wanted to be made as a tourist. I wanted to get into the gutter world. I was going to do something very unusual. I was going to do Joe dressed as a female.

I was using tricks that Mary had tough me. I was wearing a special padding scheme that gave me a butt and a corset with a special lining that made it bullet proof for light caliber rounds. It was my purpose to look like a drag queen. I was wearing slutty drag. I had long brown hair and very long fingernails. I was wearing my 6" platforms and garter stockings. The skirt I was wearing was barely covering the garters. If I walked, they would show. The top I was wearing was spandex and I had DD forms in. The makeup was also wild Drag queen.

While it was something that a cop might try, I was going to make one difference. I was not going to look for drugs. I was going to let the drugs come to me.

I walked into the Round up and sat down. I was there to look at the freaks. There was every kind of female impersonator in the place. Some of the girls had gone through the operation and just hustled the men who came in these places. Some were half and half. She Males. They had their customers too. What I found amazing was I was watching a She male having her breasts sucked by one of the local men right out in the open. Then the local queens broke into a game of pool. It was 2 in the morning.

One of the men walked up and offered to buy me a drink. In reading the guy, he was just looking for a warm body to spend the night with. I wasn't interested.

"Thanks honey, but I just wanted coffee."

"I bet your as hot as that cup too."

"Well, tonight I am running cold. "

"Bet I can warm you up."

"Thanks, but no, tonight has to be dull. Just thought I would come in and see who was out. I am hoping my friend shows up."

The guy walked over to one of the other queens and started hitting on her.

Then I noticed the two queens in the corner watching me. They walked over to the chair beside me and started a conversation.

"Honey, you a hustler or a tourist?"

"Hi girls, I be your friendly drag queen. Just out for a walk. I was hoping to find my friend. He is out and about. But he doesn't know New Orleans. So I hope the hotel tells him where I am."

"Noticed you were new. You know this is a hustler bar right?"

"Yes, and don't worry, I am not competition. I just am out for a walk. So no need to be worried." They thought I might be a cop.

"Well, you were making us a bit nervous. We don't need cops around here."

" I am not a cop. Just a bored drag queen looking to see what the night people did around here. I might have a friend looking for me too."

"Well get used to the treatment until we know you. You going to be around long?"

"I got business in town. But at night, I will wander around. "

"Where are you staying?"

"Down the street at the Best Western on Bourbon.'

Mell walked into the bar and just looked around. He didn't recognize me and I was glad I spotted him before one of the other girls grabbed him.

Poor Mell had not ever been in a place like this before. I yelled at him.

"MELL!"

"Joe?"

"Over here."

"Girls, My friend is new in town and doesn't know what kind of place this is. So hands off, OK?"

The girls made a hasty retreat and Mell took the seat beside me.

"What kind of place is,..... , Joe? Is that really you?"

"Yes its me and get used to Drag. I have to fit in and this is the best way. This is a drag queen hustler bar. Not a real woman in the joint."

"Shit"

"Just watch where you step and you won't step in it."

"Very funny."

"You are in the dark underbelly of New Orleans. If there is something going on in this town, you will hear it here. But these queens have to know that you and me are not cops. That is going to be hard as we are, but we aren't interested in them. The two girls who were talking to me when you came in were worried. "

"No wonder they ran off when I came in."

"Yea, you look like a military or cop. Both are basically the same. "

You have to remember that Mell was military and conducted himself that way. Mell had to learn to relax and let the environment melt around him. There is a way cops and military carry themselves. They are neater. They are more formal. They are more observant. The last can't be helped. So we were being read as cops. We would have to prove to them we were not cops. That would be hard. We would have to live in the quarter for at least a month until we were accepted. So I set out to de-cop Mell Carter.

"Mell, have you ever just turned lose and relaxed?"

"Never thought about it."

"Have you ever got drunk?"

"Don't drink."

"What do you do for relaxation?"

"I mostly read or watch television. Then I go to the gym."

"Well, we have to get you into the quarter scene. It means you have to come up with some kind of vice. "

"Like What?"

"Can you stand the strip shows?"

"Sure."

"How about bouncing?"

"You know I can handle that."

"I think we have a plan. I am going to see if I can get you a job bouncing in one of the strip places. How about one of the Drag joints?"

"Joe, after seeing you in a strip joint as TL, I can handle anything."

"Good, You got a hotel room yet?"

"No, but, I think I can get into the same hotel as you."

"NOT a good Idea. I think I can get you a room in one of the cheaper hotels. Not to save money, but to create the right image. Then, we are going to get an apartment around the corner. There is an apartment off Bourbon Street, which is perfect. What you think?"

"So we are moving in huh?"

"Yes. Looks good to the locals."

"OK, I got to start looking for a job."

"Do me a favor. Take all your credit cards and ID and go get a bank deposit box. Dump all your stuff in it and hide the key or get a password type box. We are sure to get an inspection from the locals to see who we are. I am hiding as a businessman in drag. So I am looking more prosperous than you. You go to look as a poor guy looking for a job. What you think?"

"I like the plan. But don't corrupt me. I can't stand to be fat."

"That one is up to you......"

Mell just started walking down Bourbon Street the next day looking for a job. He concentrated on the drag joints and the rougher bars. At the end of the day, he got calls from two. One was Papa Joe's. The infamous drag strip bar. He took the job. It was a perfect streak of luck.

Mell went right to work. He was good enough to really impress the owner. The girls even liked Mell. But they were always trying to get Mell's face to turn red. They would call him to the back and ask him to connect garters to stockings and zip up dresses. Sometimes get him to buckle the high heel platform shoes that were fashionable at the time. (I really hoped they would stay in fashion. I liked them.)

After a while, Mell was completely used to the embarrassments the girls would try on him. Some even walked to where he could see them without clothing. Most of these girls were she-males with breasts and male equipment. So they were a bit disconcerting to an average Hetero male. But the experience was valuable to Mell. He could handle anything I could do to him after this.

Mell was making a good bit of money doing this job. I on the other hand, was spending money left and right. I had to put on a good show. Smith was communicating with me through the group. The ORDER was responsible for all the drugs causing our problem. So it was the ORDER. I had heard of them, but this would be the first time I had to actually fight them. They would never forget the Tigerlady. I would make sure of that.

Three weeks of bar hopping and drag shows was warping my poor hetero mind. The gay stuff is ok once and a while, but I could not get into this lifestyle. I would let the Lady take over occasionally with me in the JOE body. She understood the deal and continued the act. It was good to sleep. Having two people in your head was sometimes convenient.

The first real drug sale was with TigerLady. She was in the Roundup and having coffee while watching the queens put on their regular show and one of the local girls made an offer.

"Honey, that coffee is going to make you crazy. How about something to calm your nerves?"

"What you got? "

"I got this special drug formulated for us queens. Its a hormone with a nice tranquilizer similar to ludes. Its very hard to be addicted to it and its good for the breasts."

"Sounds like something I might like? How much?"

We negotiated the price and I bought some. Right in front of the girl, I took one. So much for being a cop. There was no way a real cop would take a drug. It would blow the bust. So right there, I had passed the main test.

Tigerlady woke me out of my little sleep and told me what had just happened. I told her that we would camp out until Mell got off work and he would take me home. Best plan for both of us.

I had read our little girl friend and found where she was getting the drugs and what was in them. It was as advertised. Hormones and Quaaludes. Good thing I didn't have any alcohol in my system. Otherwise I was in trouble. But with no hooch in the system, I could handle the very calming bliss coming over the body. But it was everything I could do to keep Kat from appearing. I was ok and told Kat to be calm. Mell would be there in an hour. I could hold my own.

The girls were watching me closely. All of them were in on it. It was my test. They wanted to see if I would "put out" if I were under.

The Johns were hitting on me. I was virgin territory. So everyone wanted to try. They also knew that Mell was off duty in an hour. I held my ground. I was more of a flirt under the influence of this drug. But I didn't put out. Not even a BJ. I was hence known in the quarter as the "Ice Queen". My nickname was to be "Ice". Cool by me........

I grabbed Mell and told him what had happened and what I had found out from reading the girl. We had our drug lab. But could we get them all? We would make our move the next day. And to my pain, he heard my new nickname.

The people who we were after were night people, so the best time to hit them was during the day. I easily found the building. I decided to become D. D. If I looked like a hooker in the area, no one would pay any attention to me. I knocked on the door and a black woman came to the door.

"Honey, what do you want"

I was looking for something to get me by for the rest of the day. My regular guy just got busted."

"What makes you think we can help you?"

"One of the girls at the roundup gave me the address. I can pay good money for what I need. This body makes money at night and the stuff takes the pain away."

"Come in doll, we can help I think. But we got to search you first."

"Honey, I wasn't always a hooker. I got a PHD in Chemistry and know the business."

"You a doctor?"

"No a chemist."

"You don't look like a chemist."

"You should have seen me before the boob job and the dye job. I was plane Jane."

"I bet. Want to see the lab?"

"Sure."

The house was a big lab. The doors were Iron and the windows were boarded up with iron bars over them. The place was a fortress. I had been through the FBI chemistry lab and knew just about everything about what they were doing in there. I walked around and identified all the processes they were using in technical terms. From the back of the room, a male voice rang out.

"Shit, Linda, why don't you just open the door and let everyone in."

"Its ok Sammy, this girl is a Doctor of Chemistry. She is jones-ing and looking for her drug. Got money too."

"Cop?"

"Girls at roundup sent her."

"Give her what she wants and get her out of here."

"Hey, not so fast, I want a job. I been looking for a lab. I can show you some special mixes I have and see if you are interested."

"Special mixes?"

"I have this nice compound that blows your mind and doesn't get you hooked. Only one problem. Can't take alcohol with it. Then it becomes 3 times as strong and then becomes addictive. No alcohol, no jones. Alcohol, Jones big time. "

"Hmmmmmmm" Sammy was thinking.

"Show us what you got."

I wanted to get all the players in the room. The girl was going to be a tough one as I didn't want to kill her. But, she was the door person and gave out the drugs. She was just as guilty. I started the process the lab guys showed me in class. I had modified it so that anyone savvy enough to know the FBI techniques would not recognize it except for a lab procedure. It worked. Sammy was duly impressed.

"Dr. bitch, what's your name?"

"Call me Dee Dee. I used to strip for a living."

"Can't you make a living as a chemist?"

"Shit, couldn't keep from sampling the goods. Got into more trouble every time I got in good at a lab. That is why I don't drink. My drug would kill me if I did. So I hope we can work something out."

About that time, the rest of the crew came down from the loft where the sleeping quarters were. They were all there. I even found a few agents from the ORDER. They were suspicious. Sammy was not one of them, but he was the leader of this house. I was waiting for my move. The two agents from the ORDER told Sammy I was a cop and to kill me. I read both of the agents and in the most painful way I could, I entered their minds and I soaked them of every bit of information. They were screaming in pain. I was literally tearing their brains from them. I didn't like to do this to normal people, but these were the worst form of human beings.

The next few moments were the bloodiest I have ever lived through up to this point. I changed into the Tigerlady. I went for pure wild fear. I went to the leather dominatrix look and unleashed Kat. Kat knew what the mission was. He killed the agents first. They were the most deadly. The nice black girl decided to take a butcher knife to me. I just hit her once and she hit the floor dead. I did it painlessly. She never knew what had hit her.

There were 20 people in the house. I purposely left Sammy alive. It only took 3 minutes for Kat to kill everyone else in the house. All you could hear was a momentary scream from the ones getting killed. I walked up to Sammy and stared at him.

"Sammy, talk or die."

"Who sent you?" "Do you know who Smith is?"

"No"

"He is the one who ordered your death. I am to kill you and everyone connected to you. Including the queens. You all die. Before you do, you got anything to tell me?"

I was going into his mind. I found what I needed. The order was bankrolling his operation and I found the secret account. It had over 40 million in it already. It was one of those new fangled number only accounts. Any one with the number got the money. I took the number from his mind and then asked him if he had any last words.

"Please, God, don't kill me."

"Why?"

"I can give you millions if you don't."

"Oh, you mean that 40 mil in the secret account? Too late. I got that number already."

"How, I am the only one who knows the number."

"So you thought."

He was noticably in distress. I had him right where I wanted.

"Look, you got turned into Smith by your almighty Order. They thought you were too greedy. So, if you want to get back at them, then I suggest you go to the feds. But, as I hate them too, I have to make a decision as to weather to kill you or give you to the cops. If I give you to the cops, will I never see you on the street again, right?"

"I aint a snitch, I want to live. Please don't kill me."

"You get one pass. Put this in your head. If you ever do anything with drugs ever again, You are dead. Kat!"

The Sabertooth walked up to Sammy and put a paw on his shoulder. Not only did Sammy piss himself, he shit in his pants too. I could smell it across the room. Sammy would go running to the Feds and seek protection from ME. He would do exactly what I wanted him to do.

Before we left the house. Kat walked up to the door and stepped in a pool of blood. Then He put a single paw print on the door. He had marked this place. I walked out of the house as D. D. Why not? She was a good shadow to chase. Let the spooks see her and not any of my main characters.

So the legacy had begun.

I still had some drag queens to deal with. I knew just where the girls would be from Sammy's mind. I waited for the girls to appear at the appointed meeting place just like clockwork. Of course, the death in the drug house had not been discovered yet. So I could still operate. The girls were supprised to see Jo waiting for them.

"Girls, we have to talk."

"Shit girl, what you doing here?"

'You girls have to retire from the drug world. I have a message to give you. Sammy will be going to the feds later tonight. Someone crashed his party. I am doing you both a favor and letting you know that your world is about to end. "

"What is this to you?"

"I have a limited interest in this. I am a friend. You want to live, you come with me. If you don't, then take your chances with the Tiger Lady."

"Who?"

"You will find out soon enough."

Out came a knife.

"You dish or die. Right here and now. I don't mess with amateurs."

"Are you sure? I have a soft spot for TG's. You get a chance with me you won't get with the Tigerlady."

"Exactly who is this Tiger lady?"

"The executioner. She killed everyone in the lab today."

"Shit!"

"You come near me with that knife, You will get to meet her."

"OK bitch, bring her on. I will cut you and too."

The next few minutes were unbelievable to our nice little girls. I transformed into my Tigerlady dominatrix look and Kat put a paw on each of their shoulders. You get one last chance. I had rather kill you as look at you. Its up to you."

"Go to hell you fucking cop."

I drained their last thoughts just before Kat made a big mess on the sidewalk. We left the paw print again and I changed back to D. D. I sensed no one around, as I would know if someone could see. We left them right there. D. D. walked across the street, and camped to see the cops come and do their thing. They even found me and asked if I had seen anything.

Poor cops.

I fed them bullshit and got the hell out of their.

The cops were going nuts. They finally found the house. There was a news blackout. It was going to be a very quiet night.

I went back to the roundup as normal as Jo. Mell would meet me as normal. The girls were in a big uproar over the hit. And even the two girls on the sidewalk. They couldn't believe that it happened right out on the street. But they all knew it was drugs. Strange how things went very quiet over the drugs. They all knew.

Mell was quitting tonight. We would go and visit the numbered account and collect 40 million. I wanted some of the cash. But the nice clerk wanted my identification. She was required to obtain the info. The message got back to Smith through the mental link. I got my fake social security number and address. I took five thousand and asked the rest to be transferred to an account that Smith gave me. It was a bogus account that Smith used to finance the operation.

Strange how we were being followed by the police. I had my receipt. They stopped us and as we were not doing anything wrong and had our paperwork right, they could not do anything. We went back to the hotel. I got a message back to Smith to cool the cops. I knew the money we collected today would be used to finance Smith's operation. Cool enough by me. I had the 5 thousand in my purse and Mell had his paychecks from the bar. We were doing ok on money. I packed up and walked out of the room in total Joe mode. That was how I had checked in.

We said bye-bye to New Orleans. We had done our job well.

TigerLady Continues with the Next Chapter!