6 comments/ 20307 views/ 9 favorites Susie Sleuth Ch. 01 By: lynnluvr87 This series is actually supposed to help me work out the kinks in the other stories I'm working on, and is supposed to be more light-hearted and just full of sex. As I'm editing, I feel that this first chapter may be a little long, but maybe it's just fine, so let me know what needs to change so I can help you enjoy these characters as much as I've enjoyed writing them. Unless something bizarre happens, these stories will consist exclusively of girl on girl scenes. Ch. 01 Susie Sleuth and the Sexy Starlet It was another one of those nights. The sweat was dripping down my forehead and my shirt was stuck to my back. I leaned forward in my desk chair to adjust the oscillating fan. It didn't help. The heat was always sweltering in Vegas. I looked down at the photos in front of me. Dead ends. It was all dead ends. My gaze moved slowly to the half empty bottle of tequila on my desk. I slammed the file on my desk shut as I stood up from my chair. I rubbed the back of my stiff neck as I unbuttoned the top button of my shirt with my other hand. I had to try and cool off at least a little bit. It had to be at least 90 degrees in here. Even at one o'clock in the morning that was no big surprise out here in the desert. I caught my own gaze in the full-length mirror across the room. Shit, I look terrible, I thought. I'd worn the same white blouse and khaki skirt for three days. My hair was a mess. It was one year today. One year since Angela Gianni had gone missing. Nine months since the cops had given up and I had been hired to try and find her. I thought I was so close so many times, so I kept looking. Even after Angela's father died of a stroke I kept looking. Everyone said she was dead, probably murdered and dumped in a ditch, but I didn't believe it. I knew she was out there somewhere. I picked up the half-empty bottle of liquor, but to my surprise I managed to just toss it in my desk drawer rather than take another drink. I gave myself another look in the mirror and walked slowly across my office and into the bathroom. Luckily I rented an office space that came with full amenities. I had moved out of my apartment two months ago because I couldn't afford both rents. Now I couldn't even afford one. Mr. Jabowitz was sure to show up again tomorrow asking about the rent. What would I say this time? It didn't matter. I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower as I turned on the water. It was cold again. I had stopped hoping for it to warm up two weeks ago. The heater was probably broken, but I couldn't ask if I wasn't going to start paying rent. I let the water cascade over my body. The cool water felt good in this heat. I just stood there for a while, trying to clear my head. Eventually I washed my hair and scrubbed my sweaty body. I even took the time to shave my legs and since I was at it even decided to shave my pussy too. I didn't want to take the time to trim it and make it look nice, so I just went for bald. Not that anyone had seen it in a while, but the idea that I was actually shaving it for someone else did excite me a little bit. I stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed. Still overwhelmed, but refreshed. I looked a lot better too. I gave myself a once over in the mirror. Despite the stress I had been going through, I was looking pretty hot. I was a little taller than average and thin. I wasn't particularly curvy, but my ass had a nice round shape to it and my breasts provided a little more than a handful. I hadn't been out much lately except when I was working, so I didn't have much of a tan. My wet, dirty blond hair hung to just below my shoulders. It would turn wavy as soon as it dried. It might even look nice if I decided to do something to it, I thought. I finished drying off and left the towel on the floor of the bathroom. I walked back into my office naked as the day I was born. The only light in the large, mostly empty room was my desk lamp. I knelt down on my old couch and faced out the window behind it. I could see the lights of the strip about two blocks away. I had been here way too long. I looked down at the old couch. It was the only other piece of furniture besides my desk and two simple wooden chairs. One chair for me, one chair for clients. The clients' chair hadn't been occupied for months. Suddenly I heard a footstep in the hallway. Who could that be? I wondered. The only other office that used the same entrance into the building was Joe Burton's Insurance office. I can't imagine he would come in to work 7 hours early, so unless Mr. Jabowitz was trying to get rent out of me at two in the morning, something was wrong. I rushed over to my desk and turned off the lamp. I listened carefully. Whoever it was wasn't trying to hide their footsteps, so I didn't think it was anyone dangerous, probably just a bum looking for a place to sleep. But I still watched carefully and remained motionless. With the desk lamp off, a dim light was shining through the office windows just barely enough to see that someone was walking past my door. They stopped and I could make a short, white silhouette. As they stopped in front of my door, the black lettering on my glass door showed up more clearly in the dark against the white figure: "Susie Sleuth, Private Investigator". I grabbed the revolver out of my desk drawer. Unexpectedly, the figure knocked. What did I expect though? Were they supposed to kick the door in? I stood there confused for a second and the figure knocked again. Realizing I was still stark naked I grabbed my trench coat off of the coat rack, awkwardly tying it shut with my gun in hand. I walked towards the door, holding the gun down low and out of view, but still ready just in case. I unlocked the door and turned the doorknob slowly and pulled the door open halfway, still concealing my gun. I tried to hold a scrutinizing, intimidating stare, but my eyes just got wide when I saw who it was. She wasn't particularly tall, but sported a short black mini-skirt that showed off her perfectly tanned legs. On top she wore a glittering white tube top and a thick, unzipped, short sleeved white fur coat that only came down to just below her large breasts. Her platinum blond hair was long, and rolled off her shoulders in perfectly styled waves. A broad like this had never walked into my office before. If I could help her, I definitely would. I couldn't see her eyes through her dark sunglasses, but I knew who she was. Those, full pouty lips and perfect figure could only belong to Tara Michaels, pop sensation. "Miss Sleuth, ah presume?" she said with a thick southern drawl. "Yes?" I asked, trying to regain my intimidating stare. "Ah know it's late, but ah need yah help." She said kindly, but not pleadingly. I stood there for a moment taking in the sight of this gorgeous blond. I'd seen her on TV several times, but she definitely looked even better in person. I shook myself out of my daze, slid my gun in my coat pocket and motioned her inside. She walked confidently but tentatively to the chair reserved for clients across my desk. I followed suit and sat in my own chair. "Miss Sleuth, ah'm..." I cut her off. "I know who you are, Ms. Michaels, who doesn't?" I said with a grin. "Ah'm so sorry to come heah so late, but ah had a show tonight and couldn't wait any longah to talk to you." Her plea was intriguing. What could this sexy young starlet possibly need from me? "What seems to be the problem?" I asked as I slowly leaned back in my chair. "Heah you go," she said without hesitation as she pulled an envelope out of her coat and set it on my desk. I opened the envelope and pulled out its contents. The first thing I saw was a note, complete with cutout letters from a magazine. It read, 2 MILLION CASH OR EVERYONE FINDS OUT! I'd seen letters like this before, usually just in bad movies or from kids trying to scare their own parents. I looked up at Tara and caught her gaze, half-expecting her to start laughing, but her face remained serious. I looked down at the only other thing in the envelope. It was a picture that was so shocking I nearly fell out of my chair. The picture was obviously taken through a window, but the image was still perfectly clear. Tara Michaels, sweet, innocent, 22-year-old pop star, was sitting on a hotel bed in a dimly lit room stark naked. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with one arm back behind her, bracing herself. Her other hand was massaging one of her own gorgeously large breasts that stood perfectly in the air. She had a look of ecstasy on her face as she looked down at her lap. She was looking longingly at the woman whose face was buried deep between her perfectly smooth, fit thighs. I could only see the other woman from behind. She was kneeling on the floor in front of Tara still wearing a black thong. She was otherwise naked and was giving the platinum blond what appeared to be the time of her life. I realized I was staring at the picture a little too long and looked up quickly at Tara as I set the photo on my desk. "So, Miss Sleuth," she said soberly, "can ya help me?" "Um," I cleared my throat, "yes, uh, I think so, what exactly do you need from me?" "Ah need ya to fahnd out who took this heah picture and stop them from blackmailin' me." "Have you had any other correspondence from the blackmailer?" I asked. "They said they would be in touch, but I haven't heard a thing!" She finally removed her sunglasses, revealing baby blue eyes and a worried look. "Ah don't have a problem paying the money, ah just don't know what to do. And who knows if they won' jus' show the picture as soon as they get the money! Ah have an image to uphold. If this gets out, ah'll nevah sell anothah album." She stood up slowly and walked around the desk. She stepped seductively towards me in her silver stilettos until her bare stomach was inches from my face. "Can ya help me, Miss Sleuth? Can ya fahnd out who's doin' this tah me?" she slowly traced her finger across her collarbone, down her cleavage, and circled her pierced belly button. "Ah would be evah so grateful to ya." She bit her lower lip ever so slightly. I was already a little wet from the photo she had shown me, and it had been awhile since I hadn't had to take care of myself manually. This hot little broad might get me into trouble, I thought, but right now she was exactly what I needed. Without standing or even saying a word I put my hands on her waist and spun her around. She let out a shocked little gasp and looked back at me with a yearning look. I took one hand from her waist to push her back, bending her over so that she had to support herself with both hands on my desk. I was face to face with one of the most luscious, toned, sought-after asses in the world. I smiled as I ran both hands over her black mini-skirt. I gave both cheeks a playful squeeze and let my hands linger there for a moment. She looked at me over her shoulder with a look that could only mean "go for it." I reached both hands beneath her skirt and massaged her firm ass deeply, sensually. She gave a soft coo of approval as my working hands slowly teased her flesh. In one quick movement I pushed her skirt up above her waist. She was wearing a silver thong that matched her stiletto heels, revealing her entire splendid ass. I leaned forward and kissed one cheek, and the other. Even her ass smelled good. Perfume-like, almost as if she was planning on somebody's face visiting her nether region tonight. I continued to massage her tight flesh as my kisses turned into long licks and tender nibbles. She shifted her hips slightly so that my lips were directly in front of hers. I could feel the warmth emanating from her young, soft pussy and gently kissed her through her thong. My kiss immediately turned into several voracious licks. My tongue could feel the folds of her labia and the tender entrance that so many men and women on the planet had wanted to touch, feel, and taste. I stood up and leaned my body against hers as if I were doing her doggy style. I grabbed her stomach with one hand and reached the other where my mouth had just been. Through her sexy underwear and rubbed her pussy slowly but firmly with the flat of my fingers. She looked over shoulder again to meet my mouth and kissed me. Our tongues mingled as I felt her pussy get wetter. She began to press herself against my hand harder and harder, and I rubbed her faster and faster. I slid my hand from her stomach up under her tube top. Her tits were so firm I couldn't resist but give each one a hard squeeze. I found a hardening nipple and teased it with my thumb and forefinger until it was fully erect. I loved the feel of her tits, and the soft moans she was making as I rubbed her pussy were the most erotic thing I had ever heard. I was getting wet as I pleasured this nubile celebrity. "Well Miss Sleuth," she said, breaking our kiss, "ah do believe this means ya gonna take mah case?" At that I flipped her around and pressed my body against hers. "Not yet," I said. She looked me in the eye with a wicked grin as she pulled her tube top up over her tits, leaving on her short fur coat. They were perfect in every way. I suckled one nipple and then the other taking in the sweet taste of her skin. She ran her fingers through my hair and held my head to her breasts as I pleasured her. I kissed her stomach gently, squatting down in front of her as she scooted her hot ass onto my desk, knowing what was coming next. For the second time my lips met her still covered pussy lips and I kissed her gently. I reached my thumbs into the waist of her thong beneath her skirt and slid my hands down her silky thighs. I smiled as I saw that she was completely shaved and had a small tattoo of a woman's lips above and to the right of her slit. I kissed her tattoo gently as I pulled her thong around one ankle, allowing her to lift her leg into the air. I grabbed her inner thighs firmly and slid my thumbs towards her moist sex, massaging her lips, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. With no other warning I pressed my mouth against her slit, making her gasp with delight. My tongue pressed flat against her slit repeatedly as I tasted her, pressing my tongue against her warmth and licking the whole length of her gorgeous pussy. I sucked hard on her lips and she moaned hard, holding my head against her. I looked up to see she had pulled one of her large tits to her mouth, licking and pinching her own nipple. The sight of it made me even more turned on. I continued to suck on her pussy and then pulled my mouth away. I pulled her lips apart with my thumbs and teased her entrance with just the tip of my tongue. I slowly pushed my tongue inside of her and again covered her with my mouth. Her head leaned back slowly and her entire body shook gently. My tongue was three inches deep in a tight, delicious, grammy-winning pussy. I began to fuck her pussy with my tongue and reached a hand in front of my face to rub her clit. She tasted so good, I could have eaten her pussy all day. I plunged my tongue in and out, sucking, licking, rubbing and fucking this beautiful starlet. She now had to brace herself on my desk as she began to shake and scream. Her ecstatic moans told me she was close and I pulled my mouth away and shoved two fingers inside of her, fucking her faster and harder, forcing the orgasm out of her. As my fingers slid in and out of her I could feel her tightness and I sucked hard on her clit. She got silent for a moment and twitched violently as she came, letting a small amount of her juices dribble onto my already dripping wet fingers She pulled me up to her face and sucked her own juices off of my tongue. "Ms. Michaels, I will definitely take your case." I stood back away from her but she grabbed my wrist. "Now, Miss Sleuth," she said sternly, "ah think you can call me Tara. And don't ya staht thinkin' that ya can go and make me cum like that without me returnin' the favah. That wouldn't be propah southern hospitality." I smiled as she pushed me back into my chair and pulled open my trenchcoat. I had forgotten that I was naked underneath, but was glad that it would make it that much easier for the pop star. "My my, Miss Sleuth, you ah a naughty girl." She knelt in between my legs and immediately went in for the kill. I can't remember the last time I had had my pussy treated better. She was flawless. She knew exactly how to lick, suck, nibble, fuck, finger and pleasure me. I watched as the millionaire devoured me, and I couldn't tell if I was enjoying it more than she was. She made me cum three times before she let up. I couldn't resist but rub my own clit for the last one. I felt so good, so relaxed. After I came the last time, she kissed me hard and returned her clothing to its proper place. "Thank you Miss Sleuth, ah won't fuhget this. Ah'll be in touch, just let me know what ya find." She put her business card down on my desk and headed towards my door and stopped and turned. "Mah goodness, ah completely fuhgot to ask how much this would cost!" I was dumbfounded. As far as I was concerned I had already been paid. "Um, I usually charge $50 an hour or $1000 for a job that takes more than two days," I said, and she looked at me curiously. "Really?" She asked. "Ah think you ah worth much more than that." She opened up her silver pocketbook and pulled out a stack of bills. "Heah's a deposit, and ah'll pay the rest when the job is done." She put the stack on my desk and leaned forward, kissing my neck. I watched her ass as she walked out the door. I heard what must have been a limousine drive away before I actually looked at the money. Tara Michaels just paid me $10,000 for this job. *********** I woke up the next morning on my couch to a loud knocking sound. I sat up groggily, remembering that what had just happened wasn't just a dream. I walked over to my desk, still naked, looking at the stack of money. This much cash would pay off all of my rent and debts and leave plenty left over for expenses. I was still in my trench coat and tied it up before answering the door. "Where is money?" A short, balding fat man with a bad moustache and thick accent asked me. "Good morning, Mr. Jabowitz," I said with a sigh. "Where is money?" He repeated. "How much do I owe you?" I asked, as I stepped towards my desk. His eyes got big as I picked up the cash from my desk. "Oh," he said, much more kindly, "you finally solve case, huh?" "Not yet," I replied. "You give me $2,500 and we all settled," he said greedily. "How about I give you $3,000, and that will settle us through next month and you finally get the hot water running again?" "Is ok," he said as he took the money and went to bang on Joe Burton's office door and yell at him for some inane reason. I closed my office door and took off my trench coat. I was still sticky from last night with Tara, so I hopped in the shower and got myself cleaned up. I put on a fresh white blouse and khaki skirt and got ready for some real detective work. I looked at the photo Tara had left me again and didn't get much from it. There was also nothing that stood out on the magazine cutout letter except for a small green splotch on one of the letters. I dialed the number on Tara's business card. It barely rang once. "Is this Miss Sleuth?" She asked. "Yes, Ms. Michaels." "Tara, please, Miss Sleuth. Ah'm so glad to heah from you! Did ya already solve the case?" "Not quite." I stared at the photo, resisting the urge to rub one out right then and there. "Tara, can you tell me anything about the photo, who the girl is, where this hotel is, anything?" "Oh, silly me, ah can't believe ah didn't say anything last night! That's a penthouse suite at Planet Hollywood. Ah met the girl at a bar in the casino." Susie Sleuth Ch. 01 "But you don't know her?" "No, Ma'am," she said, "it was kind of just a one night stand." "Ok, thanks, Tara, just one more thing, when was this photo taken?" "It was about two weeks ago." "Ok, thanks, I'll let you know what I find out." I put the photo and letter in my pocket, grabbed my fedora and trenchcoat and headed out the door. It was going to be a long day and I didn't have much to work with. ******************** When I got to the Planet Hollywood it wasn't very busy, which was good considering it was 11:00 in the morning. I wandered around a few bars, asking if anyone had seen Tara Michaels in the last few weeks. A few bartenders and blackjack dealers said that they've seen her a couple times since they started working there, and a few even said they saw her recently, but no one remembered seeing who she was with or anything that was helpful. She looked around and asked around well into the afternoon. At around 4:00PM a young, cute girl with short, curly, black hair in a tight t-shirt and jeans handed her a flyer out of a large stack. "Ladies' night tonight at Club Sharona," she said. "You look like you've been working way too hard, no cover charge for ladies tonight!" The girl turned with a perky grin and walked off towards her next victim. I shook my head a little bit, amused by the sweet perky girl as I looked down at the flyer. Live Music! Dancing! Girls! was the big advertisement. I started to crumple the flyer when I noticed something. I pulled the blackmail letter out of my pocket and looked at the flyer. The "d" in "dancing" on the flyer was exactly the same as the "d" in "finds" on the letter. I looked up to find the girl but she was already out of sight. Apparently I was heading to Club Sharona for ladies' night. ********************* I got to the club after 10PM when things really started to heat up around this town. I wanted to make sure that there would be plenty of people to investigate. I didn't know what I was getting into exactly but I didn't want to look like a cop, so I had changed into a red cocktail dress that had been collecting dust for a couple of years. Luckily it still fit, and I looked damn good in it if I do say so myself. I even styled my hair and put on some makeup. At the club there was a line to get in, but the only people in line were men. All of the women were whisked right in the front door. It wasn't nearly as loud as I thought it would be. The live music was playing some rock in the background in the dimly lit club. The place was packed with people, mostly women, but plenty of men as well. It was a nice club, not as sleazy as some of the other joints around here, but there were plenty of girls wearing next to nothing walking around. Not that I was complaining. It was nice to have a little eye candy to go along with a job. In the center of the club was a single stage with a pole up at the front. The stage was currently occupied by a petite brunette in high heels and fishnet stockings. She wore a black bra and panties that left little to the imagination as she shook her ass to the music. It was pleasant enough to watch, but there was so little attention on her from the audience that I knew this wasn't the main event. A few men and women tossed dollar bills on to the stage while she danced. "What can I get you, miss?" I turned to see a dark-skinned waitress with big tits dressed in skin-tight jean shorts and a ripped sleeveless white t-shirt, carrying a tray. The club had a definite 80's rock theme to it. "Uh, I'm just looking for a martini and a place to sit," I said. "Right this way," she smiled sweetly and motioned for me to follow her. She quickly picked up a martini as she led me to a half empty table near the main stage. Sitting there was an older gentleman with what had to have been his much younger "date" for the evening. They acknowledged me as I sat, but they were focusing on each other as the woman made him toss a few more dollar bills on to the stage. "Can I get you anything else, Miss?" the waitress asked as she set the drink down in front of me. "No, just the drink for now." The woman with the older gentleman motioned to the waitress and whispered something in her ear. They both looked at me and smiled as the older gentleman handed a folded bill to the waitress. She walked back around the table and set down her tray. "The gentleman has bought you a lapdance," she said as she pulled my knees apart and stepped in between my legs, slowly gyrating her hips and running her hands up and down her body. She bent her head down near my lap and snapped her straight black hair over her head, looking me straight in the eye and licking her lips gently. She put her hands on my thighs, her ebony skin a stark contrast to mine. She turned around and pressed her ass into my lap, slowly moving her hips back and forth. She looked at me over her shoulder and guided my hands onto her hips, encouraging me to have a little fun, too. I knew I was there to work, but I couldn't resist running my hands over this girl's tight body. She leaned back against my breasts, running her hands back behind me, cupping my ass, giving my hands nowhere to go but to come around the front of her. I rubbed her stomach slowly, brushing the underside of one of her massive breasts as I did so. She leaned her head back and whispered in my ear. "You can touch me if you want," she said as she grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits, helping me to massage her. We sat there like that for a few moments, me playing with her boobs while the couple, and I'm sure several other people, watched. In a very flexible move she lifted one leg up over my head and spun around in my lap, facing me. She nuzzled my neck gently, giving sly looks to the couple across the table. She sat up and slowly lifted the front of her shirt revealing her wonderful breasts. She cupped them in her hands and moaned with what could have been fake delight, but it didn't matter. "Ever been with a black girl before?" She asked, loud enough for the couple to hear. "Can't you imagine what it would be like to have your sweating body up against mine? Mmm, I bet I could make you feel so good." I gave her breasts a gentle squeeze as she smiled and stood up, covering herself. "I'm Tiffani, if you need anything else." A few people nearby clapped and she walked off, resuming her work. The woman across the table was trying to be subtle, but I could clearly see she was rubbing the old guy's dick through his pants. Damn hookers. Now that I was all hot and bothered, I slowly sipped my drink. Couldn't get drunk, not tonight, I was still working. The club was hopping with people dancing, drinking and having a good time. It was time for me to actually do some work. I walked around and talked to a few of the waitresses and the bartenders, asking if they had ever seen Tara Michaels in here. No one ever had. It was so busy though even someone like her would probably get lost in the crowd. After about an hour of talking and coming up with nothing, I returned to my table which Tiffani had kindly kept reserved for me. Luckily the other couple had finally left, so I had the table to myself. I sat there staring off into space until the announcer came through on the loudspeaker. "Ladies and gentlemen," the voice said, "coming to you from the Far East, let's welcome to the stage our main attraction here at Club Sharona, the delectable, the erotic, the sensual mistress of the Orient... Jade!" The spotlight shone on the back curtain as it opened, revealing a deliciously sexy Asian woman dressed head to toe in a green body suit with Chinese designs printed on it and a zipper that reached from her neck to her crotch. She even wore a flowing green wig and matching glittery lipstick. She swayed her hips back and forth as she walked confidently towards the pole, swinging around it as she got to the edge of the stage. I couldn't help but watch her every move. Maybe coming to this club wasn't the best idea I'd ever had, as I couldn't get any work done. She danced for a few minutes, bending over to show off her slender legs and hot ass, shaking everything she had, suspending herself from the pole. It was extremely erotic. She stood in the front of the stage and grabbed the long zipper at her neck. She tried to pull it down, but it didn't budge. The announcer came over the loudspeaker again. "Uh oh, folks, it looks like Jade is having a little trouble getting out of her outfit, what is she gonna do?" Jade looked around the club with a concerned look on her face. "Can no one help her?" suddenly from the ceiling dropped three ropes. "Looks like someone's here to help, but who could it be?" Jade pretended to look afraid as three women wearing hoods and black leather outfits slid down the ropes. The women surrounded Jade from behind, moving their hands all over her body, but not blocking our view. "It must be the naughty ninjas here to save Jade from her own clothing." Two of the women knelt beside Jade, running their fingers up and down her thighs and her sides, while the third woman stood behind her, cupping her breasts. Jade touched each of them as they were touching her and reached her hand behind her assailant and grabbed her ass. As she did this, the three women all reached up to take part in pulling down her zipper. Of course it moved easily downward, revealing her fantastic cleavage as her large breasts pressed against the now open green outfit. Cheers went up around the club as the three women unzipped her all the way to her glittering green panties. They resumed rubbing her through her body-suit, touching her gently and sensually. In one quick move the three women pulled off Jade's breakaway outfit and scurried away in the darkness, leaving Jade on stage wearing nothing but her green thong and matching high heels. I enjoyed watching as she continued to dance and then I remembered something that I had seen earlier. I shouldn't get distracted like this, I thought. I had almost missed a critical piece of information: the green splotch on the blackmail letter. I was sitting pretty close to the stage, but not close enough to see what I needed to see. Normally I'd be stuck in a situation like this, but with the hefty fee I had collected from Tara Michaels, this wouldn't be a problem. I stood up and walked towards the stage, where several patrons were throwing money at Jade, which she politely ignored, not wanting to break the illusion of her performance until it was over. I stepped between two frat boys as I pulled a $100 bill out of my pocketbook. Rather than tossing it on stage, I wanted to make sure that Jade saw it. It took her a moment, and at first she looked a little annoyed that I was interrupting her, but when she saw Ben Franklin's face she smiled widely and reached for the money, as her hand touched mine to take the tip, my eyes were fixed on hers. I glanced down just enough to see what I was looking for. Sure enough, she had on green nail polish that matched the green splotch on the blackmail letter. ****************** After Jade's dance I sat at my table thinking. It wasn't a sure thing, but Jade certainly seemed to be connected to what was going on. As I sat there with an empty martini glass, Tiffani, the waitress approached me again. "Hey there, honey," she said with a wide smile, "Jade wants to see you in the VIP room." The hot black waitress took me by the hand and led me to the back of the club past a pair of large bouncers and up a set of poorly lit stairs. The upstairs was much quieter than the main floor of the club as they walked through a door at the top of the stairs and closed it behind them. There were several separate small rooms in the VIP area, many were unoccupied, but most had a curtain drawn in front of them and I could hear muffled sounds and movement coming from behind them. Tiffani walked towards a closed curtain and parted slightly as she turned back and smiled at me, motioning for me to go inside. Her eyes stayed locked on me as I stepped through the curtain and she slowly closed it behind me. Sitting on the large semi-circle couch in front of me was Jade, with her green wig still on. She had slipped into a white robe with green trim, keeping up her color scheme. The Asian woman looked at me seductively, and I knew she was trying to get a much larger tip out of me. Hopefully I would be able to get the information from her that I needed. "Well, hello there, beautiful," she said with a smile. She patted her hand on the couch next to her, inviting me to sit down. I did so cautiously, I had to assume that she was the one black-mailing Tara Michaels. As I sat down, she placed her hand on my thigh at the bottom of my short dress. She was a beautiful Asian woman with thin eyes and high cheekbones. She was slender but very curvy, which I could see even through her silk robe. "I just wanted to thank you for your generosity," she said with a serious, sensual look on her face. Her hand slid up my thigh and underneath the soft fabric of my dress. She massaged my thigh where it met my hip, and her thumb brushed the edge of the underwear I was wearing. She hesitated, looking at me seductively as she leaned in with her full, green-painted lips and kissed me. Our lips pressed together softly for several seconds as her hand continued to rub beneath my dress. I slowly put my arms around her and pulled her towards me. Our tender kiss quickly turned into passionate making out once she slowly snuck her tongue into my mouth. My breasts felt excited as they pressed against hers. We continued kissing as her hands hiked my dress up over my hips. "You have such a hot fucking body," she breathed softly as she nibbled on my earlobe. This only excited me more as I let her hands grope my ass while she kissed my neck. Jade kissed me again and slowly pushed me on my back as we made out. She laid down on top of me and I couldn't remember the last time I had this hot of a make out session. Our hands explored each other's bodies for what seemed like hours as our tongues and mouths held their passionate embrace. After several minutes Jade sat up slowly, straddling me and holding me down on the couch. She untied her silk robe and let it fall around her shoulders, still holding it on with her sleeves. It was the second time I had seen these amazing breasts and I couldn't help but reach up and caress them. She moaned as I played with her nipples and the soft flesh of her breasts. "Do you like my titties, blondie?" she asked. "Most definitely," I replied with a smile. "Do I make you horny?" She asked, and I replied with a slow, eager nod. I forced her robe from her arms and it slid to the floor. Jade was completely naked underneath, and I could see her glistening pussy lips as she stood and stepped back from me, allowing me to see her entire beautiful body. She knelt down in front of me, smiling widely. She leaned forward, pushing her head in between my legs. I felt her gentle kiss through my panties. I breathed heavily, coaxing her to go on as her mouth gently brushed over my wet sex. She licked the crotch of my panties gently, letting her tongue linger over my slit. Slowly she pulled aside my panties, seeing my pussy for the first time. She buried her mouth into me, inhaling deeply, loving my scent. I felt her tongue go wild around, on, up and down, and inside my pussy. I watched her as she vigorously ate me, appearing to love every second of it. She reached her hand up and stuck two fingers quickly inside me, making me lurch forward. As she fingered me, her mouth found my clit, sucking hard on the stiff nub. Her fingers pumped in and out of me as I came on her chin. She smiled and pushed me back on the couch again, kissing me. This intoxicating, naked woman lifted my left leg straight up in the air and put her leg underneath it, so that her pussy hovered directly over mine. She slowly began to rub her wet lips on mine. "Is this what you want?" She asked. The feeling was incredible. She started grinding more vigorously and more firmly as our mutual arousal increased. The scene must have been orgasmic just to watch as we enjoyed the heightening intensity of our interracial tribbing. She braced herself on my leg and began to gyrate her hips more quickly as the slick juices lubricated our love-making. "Make my pussy cum," she demanded in a raspy voice, "tell me you love my pussy..." "I fucking love your hot, wet pussy, and I want to make you cum so hard." She smiled as I said it and we began to grind more energetically than before. We both gasped and moaned as we kept fucking each other's pussies. Her soft, succulent lips melted into mine and a shudder went down my spine every time my clit rubbed against hers. I looked her in the eye as she started to cum, her thin, dark eyes covered in green shadow, her luscious lips revealing the pleasure she was feeling. I ground my clit into her pussy, pushing myself over the edge as we both finally came together. We held on to the soft, succulent skin of each other's sweating bodies. We kissed again for several minutes until Jade sat back on the couch. "Thank you again," Jade said. "You're welcome," I said, as I tossed another $200 on the table as her "tip." I wanted to try and get the information I needed, and another hefty tip was the best way. She smiled, but didn't want to be rude so she didn't reach for the money yet. Instead she picked her silky robe up off the floor and put it back around her shoulders, leaving her breasts exposed. "So what's your name, sweetie?" She asked, leaning her head on her hand and crossing her long, smooth legs. "I'm Susie," I said. "Y'know, I've never been backstage at a club like this before. I'd LOVE it if you could show me around." She smiled at me and grabbed the money off the table. "I don't think that's going to be a problem." She stood and tied up her robe, taking me by the hand. We walked through an employees' only exit and down a flight of stairs. Jade led me into a large dressing room full of lockers, vanities, a full shower room and even a small kitchen. More importantly, there were babes everywhere. Some were naked, some were clothed, most were somewhere in between. There was a monitor that showed what was going on on stage. At the moment two girls were making out on in front of the pole, a little duo act that I was sorry I was missing. "This is my station," Jade said. I smiled, feigning interest in what she was telling me. Sure enough, her area was littered with green makeup and glitter. Anything that got anywhere near this table was going to get something green on it. I didn't think that Jade was the guilty party, and after a hot ride like that, I really didn't want her to be. She didn't seem to be phased when I asked about Tara Michaels, so unless she was a great actress, it wasn't her. But her nail polish matched the green stain on the letter, so I was certain it had to come from here. "Hey, I remember you!" I almost didn't realize someone was talking to me. I looked up. "Remember me?" I stared at the girl for a moment, short, curly black hair and a cute, tight little body with perky tits. She was even still dressed in the same t-shirt as before. It was the girl passing out flyers at the Planet Hollywood. I realized she was still staring at me, waiting for a response. "Oh, hi," I fake smiled. "So glad you decided to come!" She looked at Jade slyly and Jade smiled wide, "looks like you've been getting the whole treatment here. How about a picture of you too?" Jade jumped at the chance and grabbed both hands around my ass, pulling me towards her and pressing her tits against mine. The girl snapped a picture with a pretty nice camera and smiled. "Ooh, that's hot! Very nice, if you don't mind we'd like to put your picture on our website to advertise ladies' night." I nodded my consent. "Anyway, see you later!" Susie Sleuth Ch. 01 She turned away, smiling, and I couldn't help but watch her hot ass in her shorts shimmy away. As she walked away she took several more pictures of the other girls. I turned to Jade. "Does she always take pictures of people?" I asked. "Who, Shayla? All the time," she said, "it gets a little annoying sometimes, but she's pretty harmless." She paused. "Although this one time I was with someone in the VIP room and I caught her trying to take pictures of that too. I got pretty pissed and she didn't see what the big deal was." That piqued my interest and I considered that for a moment. I quickly took out my phone and snapped a picture of Shayla when she wasn't paying attention to me. I turned to Jade and thanked her. She handed me her card as I walked out of the dressing room and out of the club, dialing Tara as I went. "Miss Sleuth, is that you? Did ya solve muh case already?" The pop-star said giddily. "Not quite, Ms. Michaels," I said, walking through the casino. "I'm sending you a picture now, can you tell me if you've seen this girl before?" After a moment, Tara responded. "Why, yes ah have!" She said, surprised. "She was the gal takin' pictures at the bar the night the photo was taken! She kept taking pictures of me and everyone ah was talkin' to. Ah didn't think much of it, people uh always takin' mah picture. Do you think it's her?" "I'm not sure," I said, "can you make an appearance at the Planet Hollywood tomorrow?" I had a plan. ********************** Tara agreed to be in the general vicinity that we knew the girl handed out flyers. I dressed down a bit to remain inconspicuous, wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses and just jeans and a tank top. But I stayed close by so I could see what transpired. Tara was across the room at the bar, but I kept her in my line of sight, pretending to be playing the slots. She was wearing a jean skirt and a mid-riff red t-shirt that was desperately trying to hold in her tits. A lot of people were gathered around her, getting autographs and taking pictures. Tara's bodyguards were with her, but I gave her strict instructions to make sure that they let people approach her. We had been there for almost an hour, and I was beginning to wonder if this Shayla girl was going to be here today. Then I saw her. She was still wearing her t-shirt advertising the club, and was wearing a pair of short shorts that went up her butt crack, making the bottoms of her ass cheeks very visible. So damn hot. She seemed determined rather than excited which I thought was a good sign, and she had her camera in hand. I looked over at Tara, who hadn't noticed her yet. Shayla quickly pushed her way through the crowd and started snapping pictures. After a moment Tara noticed her. She looked a little shocked for a second, and I winced, thinking that she might give herself away, but she quickly regained her smile and waved at her bodyguards just like I told her to. The bodyguards pushed everyone back a little bit, but intentionally allowed Shayla to "sneak through" and stay close to Tara. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but the two of them spoke for a few minutes. The plan was for Tara to mention a few things about the night the photo was taken that would make Shayla give herself away, but all of a sudden Tara stood from her barstool, handed a small card to Shayla and walked away with a smile. The bodyguards followed and Shayla stayed behind, looking at the card. I hopped up from my slot machine and followed Tara quickly. She got an elevator, apparently going up to her suite. I followed suit and met her in her room. "What was that?" I asked, a little exasperated, "did she say anything?" Tara just smiled. "Ah didn't really remembuh what to say, so ah just gave her a key to the room and told her to come up in 10 minutes where she could take some more pictures for her club." That actually was a much better idea, I thought. Sure enough, not 10 minutes later, a keycard slid in and out of the door and it opened wide, with Shayla standing in the doorway. She noticed me and gave me a queer look. The door closed behind her as she recognized me. "Hey," she said curiously, "you're the one from the club last night..." she trailed off as I stepped between her and the door. "We know it's you," I said confidently, not really knowing for sure, but hoping my confidence would break her. Her eyes got big. She looked over at a scowling Tara and back to me, but this time with a scared look on her face. There was my confession. I stepped towards her, about to unleash all the bad-cop questions I could think of when she sank to her knees and started bawling. "I'm so sorry!" she said, and now I was the one with the curious look. "I didn't really want the money!" Now Tara had the curious look on her face as she walked over to her and knelt down next to her. "Then why'd ya send that letter, darlin'?" She asked in that sweet southern drawl. "I was just mad," Shayla answered, "I was taking your picture and having a great time talking to you and the second that Italian girl walked in the bar you forgot I was even there." "Wait," I said, "you were just jealous?" "Of course I was," she said softly as she looked at Tara, "I followed you up here and found out which room had a window's view of this suite. I even had to offer some guy a hand job to get in there. By the time I saw her going down on you, I was just so upset I took the picture and sent that letter." She started sobbing again. "But hunny," Tara said, "why were ya so upset?" "Because," Shayla looked away, "I wanted to be the one eating your pussy." Tara smiled as she stood, "why didn't you just say so?" Shayla's jaw dropped as Tara walked over to the stereo and flipped on some music with a loud bass beat. Her ass was turned to Shayla and she started to sway it back and forth. She looked over at me with a smile as she bent at the waist, giving Shayla a show. Shayla's tears quickly turned to delight as she realized what was about to happen. I just stood there, completely shocked. Would Tara forgive her so easily? My question was answered as the pop starlet walked seductively towards the eager looking girl who was now gently biting her lower lip. "Now," said Tara, "do you think we can put this whole thing behind us? Ah don't want anyone to be upset with me." She took Shayla by the hand and helped her off the floor. "I'll never tell anyone, Tara," she said, allowing her hands to run over the buxom girl's waist. "Never." Tara smiled as she unzipped her skirt and slid it down to the floor. She was wearing nothing underneath, and Shayla flushed with excitement at the sight of the shaved pussy. "Ah want you to touch me, baby," Tara said softly to Shayla. Shayla didn't move, so Tara took her hand and guided it to her waiting pussy. Their hands mutually rubbed Tara's hot slit, the pleasure evident on Tara's face. After a minute or two, Tara smiled at the girl, raising Shayla's hand, making the girl suck on her own fingers. Shayla did so happily. "Do you like that taste, sweetie?" Tara asked. Shayla nodded. "Good, because now ah want ya to get your fill." Tara sat down on a black leather couch, spreading her legs wide as she took off her t-shirt. Shayla knelt in front of her, and with a little coaxing from Tara, hesitantly put her head in between those luscious tan thighs. Tara moaned as the cute girl hungrily ate her out. I couldn't help but undo my jeans and massage my own clit while I watched the erotic scene. Tara's eyes met mine several times as we watched each other's pleasure escalate to intense orgasm. "I'm so sorry, Tara," Shayla said before diving into her pussy again. After I came a second time, Tara started to pull at Shayla's clothes as I slowly slipped out of the room. These two needed to be alone. ****************************** I sat down at my desk, it was getting dark outside. The case was solved and everyone was happy. Very happy. I still had several thousand dollars left from this case, and Tara had said this was only a deposit. I smiled, relieved that my financial situation had finally turned around, at least for now. I sat back in my chair as I tossed the blackmail letter in the trash. I thought I'd keep the picture, though, for... personal reasons. I admired the sexy ass of the girl eating out Tara Michaels and set it down on my desk. I closed my eyes and sighed a very satisfied sigh, sitting in a daze for what seemed like forever. I woke with a start. It was pitch dark in the room, the clock read 1AM. I must have fallen asleep. But that wasn't what had worried me. I flipped on my desk lamp and looked at the picture of the brown-skinned girl and Tara Michaels again. I shook my head with disbelief as I pulled out a magnifying glass and put it over the unnamed girl's shoulder. There it was. A distinct, detailed, pink butterfly tattoo. I knew that tattoo. I had seen it many times as I reviewed photos and information for another case. The police declared her dead nine months ago, but according to Tara, this picture had only been taken two weeks ago. That meant that as of two weeks ago, Angela Gianni was still alive. Susie Sleuth Ch. 02 This chapter is a little bit shorter, simply because it was supposed to be the intro to chapter two, but I got carried away and realized I could still follow my title scheme and make this a separate chapter. With that said, chapter three will be along shortly as it's already fully outlined and just needs to be written. I may just do this with all of the stories I have planned out, we'll see. It will simply mean more chapters more often, but no less story than I already have in mind. I do appreciate the positive response to chapter one, so if you like it, let me know. I'm still new at this but hope it's a fun read. Enjoy! Chapter 02 Susie Sleuth and the Slutty Security Guard I couldn't sleep that night. It wasn't the heat. It wasn't the Vegas night-life a few blocks down from my office that was still doubling as my apartment. It was the fact that last night I found out that Angela Gianni, who had been missing for a year and had even been declared dead by LVPD, was still alive. At least, she was two weeks ago when she had a sexual encounter with pop star Tara Michaels. The proof was in the picture that Tara had given me. I got up out of bed, not turning on the light. The floor was warm on my bare feet, but the breeze from the window helped to cool my sweating body. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I opened the fridge in nothing but a red thong and white bra and pulled out a beer. I walked towards the window, kneeling on the couch, looking towards the Vegas strip lighting the night sky. I felt so alive. So reassured. I had given up nearly everything trying to find Angela when everyone said I needed to let it go. I just couldn't. I'd never even met her, but I took on the case and something just never seemed right. I knew it in my gut that she wasn't dead, but I had no leads and soon enough no money to keep chasing the same clues around in circles. But now, there was something. Tomorrow I'd go back to the hotel and start asking around. I stood at my window and smiled. I reached over to my desk and grabbed the photo of Angela eating out Tara. I smiled at this, too, but for a different reason. I knew what it was like to have your head buried between those million dollar legs. I bit my lower lip, remembering how it was. I set the picture down and sat down on the couch, turning on the TV as I took a sip from my bottle. It was late enough that I saw nothing but skin as I flipped through some of the premier channels (a recent addition with Tara's generous payment for solving her case). I'd forgotten how much I missed having something to watch on those sleepless nights. I slowed my channel surfing as I saw a beautiful brunette in a long red robe turn on the water in her shower. I watched as she removed the robe, allowing it to cascade down her back and shoulders. She admired herself in a wide mirror for just a moment, allowing her hand to glide gently across her breasts. She was so beautiful, so sensual. I ran my own fingertips across my chest as I felt a slight tingling between my legs. The woman entered the steaming shower, soaking her lithe body under the warm water. She pressed her tits together with her arms, amplifying the already impressive cleavage. I began to get excited as she showered, and I watched, feeling myself get more and more aroused. The scene lasted several minutes, and I could only imagine what it would be like if I had a woman here now to watch take a shower in my own apartment. The thought made yearn for her touch. I reached down and gently massaged myself through my panties. It was slow, sensual, relaxing.... I awoke to the bright sun shining in my eyes. What time was it? 9AM. I had managed to fall asleep. I was ready for the day. I got cleaned up and threw on my short trench-coat and fedora as I headed out the door, ready to continue working on a case long cold. But that was my job. I was Susie Sleuth, Private Eye. I arrived at the Planet Hollywood hotel after a short cab ride. This was where Angela had last been seen. It was barely ten in the morning, but the streets were already bustling with activity. College students wandering around getting an early start on their partying, older couples on vacation, people passing out flyers for shows, hookers, casinos, there was everything here. I stepped into the cool, yet smoky air, allowing my eyes to adjust from being in the bright sun for so long. There were so many people here and most of them weren't even here a few weeks ago when Angela had been spotted. The employees had been here, though, it would be best to start with them, I thought. "Hey, Susie!" an excited, shrill voice said. I turned to see a young, thin girl with dark, curly hair and a great rack passing out flyers for Club Sharona. It was Shayla, the girl from my first case who had been blackmailing Tara Michaels. When Tara found out it was just out of jealousy she was a little too forgiving and asked that I not press charges. Shayla stepped quickly towards me with a smile on her face. "How are you, Susie?" "I'm great," I said with a straight face, "how are things?" "Couldn't be better," she blushed shyly. "Tara and I had a wild night last night." She was such a hot piece of tail. "Shayla, do you remember anything about the girl that was with Tara when you took that picture of her?" Not even fazed by my change of subject, she responded, "not really, I mean, she was this REALLY hot Italian girl, but other than that I don't remember anything. Why do you ask?" I couldn't reveal any details of what I was doing. The last thing I needed was word spreading that I was back on this case. "I'm just curious, y'know," I thought for a second, "she was pretty hot, after all." "Yeah, sorry I don't know more." She got an inquisitive look on her face and folded her arms, reaching up and tapping her chin with one finger. "Although, I remember what day it was exactly, and there are security cameras all over the place..." Why didn't I think of that? "Is there a way to get access to the security footage?" I asked. Shayla shrugged her shoulders. I was more thinking out loud than actually asking her. There were employees everywhere, but no blatant security. No way was I getting access to security cameras without at least finding some security guards. I looked around at all the slot machines and blackjack tables. I let out a huff of air as I looked up at one of the large globes encasing a security camera. With my head still looking up, my eyes rolled down at Shayla who was just standing there wondering what I was doing. I had an idea. I looked Shayla in the eye with a slight smile on my face. "How was it with Tara?" I asked. Shayla looked surprised and blushed again. "It was...," she paused, taking a breath, "...amazing." I took a step towards her seductively, reaching out my hand and running a finger down her arm. "Did she tell you that the night she came to my office I bent her over my desk and licked her pussy until she came all over my face?" Shayla got wide-eyed for a moment and then she bit her lower lip. I grabbed her hand and walked down an aisle of unoccupied slot machines so that we weren't in the middle of the walkway, but we didn't walk so far that we wouldn't be noticed. It just had to look like we were at least trying to be discreet. I stopped by a slot machine and pushed Shayla up against it a little forcefully. She looked at me with a yearning look as I opened my trench-coat, revealing a white blouse and short black skirt. I pressed my breasts against hers as her hands reached inside my coat and found their home on my ass. I leaned in and kissed her hard, giving her big tits an enthusiastic squeeze through her shirt. I knew this was all an act, but damn! This girl was fucking hot. Her nipples were already hard as I massaged her chest, our tongues pressing together and mingling. She pulled up my skirt a little bit so she could grope my bare ass. I couldn't help but feel a little wet as I gyrated my hips while her hands massaged me. I broke our kiss and began kissing her neck. I looked around a little bit. I didn't see any activity from Security, so apparently no one had noticed us yet. I needed to up the ante, so as I nibbled her neck I reached my hands up underneath her shirt, loving the soft warmth of her fleshy mounds and the delightful points of her nipples under my fingers. She moaned slightly, running her hands all over my body. A few people had noticed us, most of them were walking by slowly and then moving on, but a few had paused to try and watch subtly out of the corners of their eyes. That's what I needed. I kissed her hard on the mouth again and looked at her aggressively. I pressed my thigh in between her legs and she immediately began to rub her crotch on my thigh. I could feel her warmth through her jeans as she rubbed harder and harder, trying to get that release. "Ladies," a large man's voice said, "we're going to have to ask you to leave." We both looked at the two big security guards briefly. They were wearing red sport jackets with black pants, and were equipped with earpieces. Shayla was too aroused to care and I needed to escalate things so that we got more than kicked out of here. In defiance I looked away from the guards and lifted up the front of Shayla's shirt exposing her black bra. There were a few excited gasps from the guests who had stopped to watch. I pulled down one of the cups of her bra, exposing her luscious tit and took the firm nipple into my mouth. Shayla shrieked a little and I felt two large hands grab me by the arms. "That's it, you're both coming with us," the large man said. Just what I was looking for. The other man grabbed Shayla who reluctantly got her clothes put back in the right place and they dragged us through a door marked security and down a long hallway. As we walked, several other guards looked at us through various office windows, and we even walked past a room with several dozen monitors on it. That's what I was looking for. They took us a few doors further down and forced us into what looked like an interrogation room from a bad cop show furnished with nothing but a table and a couple of chairs. The two guards stood there, blocking the door but otherwise doing nothing. It was an intimidating affect and Shayla and I both didn't know what to do. We waited for a few minutes in silence when there was a knock on the door. One of the guards turned and opened the door. In walked a tall, leggy, raven-haired beauty wearing the same red jacket as the guards but with a black skirt. She gave them a curt nod and they both exited promptly. She sat down at the table, saying nothing, just staring at the two of us for a few moments. She leaned forward, gesturing towards the chairs opposite her. "Obviously you know why you're in here," she said with a menacing glare. Shayla sat, but I stayed where I was. "You do know that public indecency, compounded by that cute little trick when you pulled out your tits allows me to detain you and report you to the police, right? You could serve an actual prison sentence." Shayla looked a little nervous, but I knew just what to do. "But ma'am," I said as innocently as I could as I leaned on the table showing off a little bit of cleavage, "I just couldn't resist. This cutie was trying to get me to visit her club but I just couldn't wait until tonight to see her." The woman raised an eyebrow at me as I stood back up and walked behind Shayla, who was still seated. I reached down and ran my hands up and down the front of Shayla's body. Shayla looked confused, but started to breathe a little more rapidly. The security officer didn't budge. "It's not public now," I said as sensually as I could. I lifted Shayla's shirt over her head and leaned around the front of her and started making out with her as I groped her boobs. I slowly reached down and slid my hand inside of her shorts. She was so warm, so wet. I couldn't resist reaching inside her panties and running my index finger along the length of her slit, warranting a big gasp from her that broke our kiss. I gently lubricated my finger with her juices as she moved her hips to press herself more firmly against my hand. I looked up to see the security guard lean back in her chair, loosening her tie and shirt collar. Her face was just slightly flushed. This was perfect. With one hand I continued to pleasure Shayla and with the other I unclasped her bra, revealing her sweating breasts. Shayla began to rub and tweak her own nipples as she moaned and gasped in agonizing pleasure. I kept eye contact with the raven-haired woman who had tried to start interrogating us. She said nothing only watched the hot scene that was unfolding in front of her. As she moved one hand down towards her thighs I knew that we had her. "Look at her," I said to the security guard as I removed my hand from Shayla's pants and licked my finger, "she's ready for you." I knelt down in front of Shayla who was still playing with her tits and pulled her shorts and her panties off in one quick move. I put my mouth near her pussy and licked up some of her wetness. I stood and walked around the table, reaching for the woman's face. I leaned in and pressed my open mouth to hers, letting her drink Shayla's juices from my tongue. She smiled wide. "There's more where that came from," Shayla said as she spread her legs invitingly. I led our captor around the table and helped her kneel in front of Shayla. "I want you to make her cum so much she begs you to stop," I said. Shayla grinned wickedly. "I never ask anyone to stop," she said. The beautiful guard stared into Shayla's slit, taking in the sight of her shaved, perfectly shaped pussy lips. "Make sure you go slow," I said, "make her beg for it." She began to kiss Shayla's inner thigh gently, and Shayla looked down at her longingly. I stood back and watched as she began to kiss, lick, and probe the tender flesh of Shayla's dripping hot sex. Shayla closed her eyes and leaned her head back, holding the woman's head between her legs. Perfect, I thought. I waited for a moment, enjoying the scene before me, but also waiting to make sure that they were both so enthralled in each other that they wouldn't see me sneak out. I picked the security guard's pocket, taking her I.D. keycard and slipped out the door silently, looking up and down the hall. I couldn't see anyone, and there were no cameras here, so I had to just hope for the best. I quickly ran back to the room I had seen with the security monitors. It was my lucky day because there was no one else in sight and no alarm sounded. The keycard let me into the room and I looked around. There were dozens of monitors and several filing cabinets. I didn't think the keycard would let me into the computers to look for the digital files, so I started going through filing cabinets. I found a drawer with dated, backup hard drives. The security footage had to be here. There was no time to think about making copies, so I just hoped that they wouldn't miss these files. There was one drive for every month, so I just took the last six and put them in my coat pockets. I hurried back to the interrogation room, and not a moment too soon. Shayla was writhing and sweating, screaming obscenities, insisting that the guard "eat her fucking cunt." Shayla came as I closed the door behind me and set down my coat. It needed to look like I had been there the entire time, so I quickly hiked up my skirt and started playing with myself just as the guard turned around, her face dripping with Shayla's cum. "Are you just going to stand there," she asked, "or do I get fucked, too?" I smiled as Shayla sat up, still cooling down from a raging orgasm, and pushed the guard's jacket off her shoulders. She continued to take off the woman's shirt and tie as I went for her skirt. By the time I unbuckled her belt and started sliding her skirt down her supple thighs Shayla was already on the ground suckling the still-kneeling woman's tits. She was wearing white lace panties that were aching to be removed, but I wanted her to have to wait. While Shayla was nibbling on her round, tan tits, I bent the guard forward on to all fours, forcing Shayla to lay down on the ground where they engaged each other in a titty 69. I knelt down next to the two women, resting one hand on the guard's back and reaching behind her perfectly round, sculpted ass with the other. I rubbed my hand up and down her covered pussy and loved the tingling sensation between my own legs as I felt her wetness. She began to breathe more and more heavily and had to stop sucking on Shayla's nipples so she could catch her breath. She reached around with one hand and pulled the crotch of her panties violently to one side. "I said FUCK ME!" She demanded. I complied by immediately plunging two fingers into her slippery pussy. I couldn't believe how tight she was. "FUCK!" She moaned. I slid my fingers in and out of her as she bucked her hips back and forth. Shayla, not wanting to miss out, scooted towards the woman's knees and reached her head up towards my pumping hand. Shayla grabbed the guard's ass and latched on to her clit with her mouth and sucked hard, causing her bucking hips to hesitate as she shuddered slightly. "Do you like that?" I demanded of her. "Y-yeah...yeah, I...like...it..." she panted. "That's right you like it, you like getting fucked by all the hot bitches," I was a little more into it than I thought. "Do you always make girls fuck you when you bring them back here?" She shook her head. "Suck that clit, Shayla, we're gonna make this bitch cum all over you." The dirty talk seemed to really get her going and almost immediately I felt the walls of her tight pussy clench down on my fingers as she let out an orgasmic moan. She stood rigid on all fours for a moment as her orgasm washed over her. She settled down as Shayla pulled out from underneath her, giving the woman a kiss as she sat up from the floor. I watched as the pair made out right in front of me, their gorgeous breasts meeting at the nipples. Their hands groped each other's bodies as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Nothing got me hornier than watching two beautiful women really enjoy each other. After a few minutes their kiss broke, and the security guard looked over at me. "This is still an interrogation," she said, her words catching me by surprise, I gave her a look of, so what now, then? "It's time for your strip search," she demanded. That was corny as hell, but I didn't care what she said. At this point I was so turned on, anything would have gotten me out of my clothes. I didn't wait for her to tell me twice. She and Shayla both helped me get out of my clothes and soon it was just three naked girls, smelling of sweat and girlcum, and aching for more. The guard stood and standing behind me helped me to feet. She reached her hands around me, cupping my sensitive breasts as she kissed my neck. I purred in delight as she gently touched me, and I could feel her pointy nipples against my back. I reached behind her, grasping her athletic ass and pulling her body closer to mine. My body was on fire as she played with my tits and to help further things along I reached around a little bit more, brushing the edge of one of her pussy lips. She jerked slightly at the sensation and turned me around so that our breasts were pressed together. With a smile on her face she pushed me back on the table and climbed up on top of it with me as I sat back with my legs spread wide. With both of us in a kind of crab position she wove her legs between mine and pressed our pussies together. I gasped at the euphoric sensation, making her grin and grind into my pussy harder. Our pussies were immediately lubricated as we rubbed against each other, and I could easily feel her hardened clit against my sex. Susie Sleuth Ch. 02 Having found her nub I pressed and rubbed against it, easily sending her over the edge again almost immediately. After her second orgasm she didn't slow down a bit, but seemed all the more determined to make me cum as she started ramming her pussy into mine and grabbed my tit with one hand while still balancing herself with the other. As I watched her tits bounce up and down I licked my lips, loving the sensation of her cunt against mine. I was still far from cumming but was loving every second of it. With a smile I looked away from the woman giving me such a good time and realized that Shayla had been momentarily ignored. However, that hadn't stopped her from giving herself a hand with the situation. She stood right where we had left her but was vigorously fingering herself with one hand and frigging her clit with the other. I laid back on the table while the guard continued grinding against me and motioned for Shayla to come over. She stopped working on herself and hopped up on the table. I maneuvered her legs so that she was facing the guard with her pussy positioned directly over my hungry mouth. I devoured this hot girl's pussy, enclosing my mouth all around her lips and sticking my tongue as far into her as I could. She squirmed as my tongue entered her and gently moved her hips around on my face. She was so wet, dripping her juices into my mouth. I could feel myself getting close. With the security guard grinding away at my pussy and the smell of sweet, young pussy on my face I thought this was as good as life could get. And on top of it all, I potentially had the next clue to lead me to Angela Gianni. I came in a rapturous rigor mortis just as Shayla began to cum in my mouth. I even felt Shayla reach forward to finish off the security guard with her fingers. My orgasm seemed to last for days. The security guard stood and got dressed, encouraging us to do the same. Without a word she escorted us back down the hall out into the casino. Shayla scampered off with a cute wink and we both watched her sexy ass move further away from us. I smiled coyly at the guard and began to walk off when she grabbed my arm gently. "Next time," she said, "there's no need to get frisky out here," she pulled out a business card and slipped it into my pocket, "I'm Lorraine, by the way." She let go of my arm and I slipped away. *********************** When I got back to my apartment the first thing I noticed was that I had a few voicemails, which was kind of new. They were all for various cases, mostly small-time things like "I think my husband is cheating," or "I can't find my cat." It seemed that not only had Tara paid me ten times my normal fee, she had also given me some referrals. Business was going to be picking up. I flipped on my computer and started going through the security footage. Luckily they had never thought someone would steal their security footage, so the hard drives weren't password protected. There were months of footage on hundreds of cameras. This wasn't looking good. After I ordered in some Chinese food I sat down and started reviewing. It took me a few hours just to find anything with Angela in it. Eventually I found which room she was staying in and was able to fast forward through the hallway view of her door. Several times I saw random, gorgeous girls go in and out of the door, sometimes alone, but sometimes in pairs or even groups. I could only fantasize about what was going on in there. I couldn't find anything particularly useful, but at one point I did see Angela wearing a t-shirt from the Nevada Institute of Pertinent Studies. I didn't think much of it, because really, would she have actually gone to college while she was in hiding? That seemed a little odd. Nevertheless, later in the footage she was wearing the same shirt and carrying a heavy backpack. It was at least worth checking out. It looked like I was going to college.