1 comments/ 13830 views/ 1 favorites The Investigation By: MsErotica1950 This is novel length my friends, so if you're not into reading a lengthy story this won't be something you'll enjoy. This is the correct, edited piece. For those of you who take the time to read the story in it's entirety I thank you. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I did writing it. * Jade glanced around at the destruction in front of her. Her apartment had been ransacked, destroyed was a more fitting word she was thinking. All of her furniture lay broken and ripped apart, scattered about the apartment. Even the mattress's on her bed had been ripped to shreds. "Miss London do you have any idea who might have done this?" It was one of the policemen who were investigating the break in of her apartment who had asked her the question. A detective Jones. "I don't have a clue why anyone would do this. Nothing seems to be missing so I'm at a loss as to why," she told him. "Whoever did this was looking for something. This wasn't a robbery Miss London, they were searching for something." "I don't have anything of real value, I'm not rich, I'm not famous, so I don't have a clue what anyone could be looking for." "What type of work do you do Miss London?" "I work as a personal assistant to Mr. Henry at Halverston's." "What is Halverston's and what exactly do you do for Mr. Henry?" "They give appraisals on rare and old artifacts and arrange for auctions if the clients are looking to sell their items. Mr. Henry is an expert in old documents and manuscripts. I set up appointments for the clients who have something they need appraised. I make all his appointments, arrange for the auctions, make all his travel arrangements, log in all the items that he is appraising, things like that." "So most of the things that come into Halverston's is expensive then?" "Yes, very. Some things have been valued at millions of dollars." "Do you ever bring anything from work home?" "No, everything is always locked in the vaults at the end of the day. Anything that has been checked out has to be returned by six pm each night. If something is not returned on time the building goes into automatic lock down. Until all items have been returned to the vaults no one can enter or leave the building. Each item has to be signed out and witnessed by at least three others. When something is returned to the vault, the same procedure is taken." "Is your boss appraising anything right now that is of extreme value?" "Yes and No. He is working on some old manuscripts that are supposedly written by Mark Twain. Until they have been documented and certified that they are genuine they have no value. If they are found to be the real item then they would be worth millions to collectors." "What about a avid collector that just wants the manuscripts? Could someone be trying to steal them for their own personal pleasure?" "Well yes, anything is possible." "Do you have somewhere you can go tonight Miss London, the crime unit won't be finished here for some time?" "Not really but I can check into a motel for a couple of nights and I will need to let my insurance company know about this." "Good, I'll give you a call if I have more questions. Here's my card with my office number and cell number, if you think of anything you might have forgotten please call me." Jade checked into a motel then called her insurance company who would be sending someone tomorrow to investigate her claim. The officer had let her pack a overnight bag with some of her clothes and toiletries before she left the apartment. Everyone had already heard about the break in before she got into work the next day. The police had been there questioning her boss and other employees since seven am. "Jade I would be scared to death if that had happened to me," her friend Amy was saying. "Well I have decided to find someplace else to live. It is rather unsettling knowing that someone came into your home that easily. They destroyed everything in the apartment, even all of my dishes had been swept out of the cabinets and were broken. God only knows how long it will take my insurance company to settle with me and I have to replace everything I own except for my clothes." "Do you have somewhere to stay until this is all over?" "I'm staying in a motel for now until I can find another place." "Jade why don't you come stay with me? I have an extra room in my apartment and I would love the company. Before you ask, no, it wouldn't be a burden either." "Are you sure Amy? That would be wonderful and give me time to find another place." "When can you get the rest of your things?" "The police told me it would be a couple more days then I could have permission to go back into the apartment." "Ok, we'll go pick your stuff up from the motel after work and you can move in tonight. I'll wait for you in the parking garage when we get out of work." "Thanks Amy, you're a life savor." After work the two women drove to the motel to pick up Jade's things and to let her check out of the motel. Then Jade followed Amy back to her place. Amy had gotten another key made for Jade on her lunch hour so Jade would be able to come and go as she pleased. They talked into the late hours trying to figure out why someone would break into Jade's apartment. Neither one of them could think of one reason that was even plausible. "It was probably all a mistake, they must have gotten the wrong address and this was all just a strange quirk of fate," Amy was saying. "I sure hope so Amy. I went to one of those all night Laundromats after I left my apartment that night to wash all my clothes, it unnerved me that some stranger had been touching them?" Two weeks had passed since the break in. Jade and Amy had become even closer friends. It was Friday night, on the way home from work they decided they would go out on the town and have some fun for once. While Amy was dressing for their night out she thought back to how she and Jade had struck up their friendship. Amy had just gotten a divorce a little over two years ago and that is when she and Jade had become friends. One night while they had both been working late they had struck up a conversation in the lunchroom. They had decided to keep each other company the rest of the night while they worked on their projects. Amy had told Jade about the dissolution of her marriage. She had been married for eighteen years before her husband left her for a younger woman. Amy had been devastated when he left. Their only child was still at home getting ready to start college in the fall. In their divorce settlement the only thing she asked of her soon to be ex husband was for him to pay for their sons college education. She signed off on their home that was paid for and let him keep it. She and her son left with nothing but their clothes and personal items. Her son still wouldn't speak to his father, he had been deeply hurt when his father had walked out on them. The hurt became even deeper when he had heard that his father and his new wife had a new baby. Amy told Jade that he had felt like his father had tossed his first family out into the garbage so he could go out and make a new family. Jade's only marriage only lasted a little over two years. It took her some time to see that her husband was nothing but a user and liar. When she had finally realized that, she waited for him to leave for work, then calmly packed her things and left. She had left him a note telling him she was leaving him and that he would be hearing from her lawyer shortly. Jade looked fondly at her friend while she put the finishing touches to her makeup. Amy had short black hair that accentuated her pretty face. She had violet eyes that were her best feature. She was the first person Jade had ever met with violet eyes and they were striking. She always noticed how men would always be drawn back to her eyes when she was talking with them at work. At forty six Amy was still an attractive woman. At the same time Amy was making the same comparisons of her friend. Jade was aptly named, her eyes were the color of deep jade, she had long eyelashes that added to the beauty of her eyes. Her hair was the color of deep mahogany and hung past her shoulders in soft waves. She was taller then Amy at five foot seven while Amy was five foot five. Both women were on the heavy side, while Amy had the more voluptuous and curvy body, Jade was more rounded and plump. Amy knew that Jade had no idea just how beautiful she was. After dinner the women decided to stop in a local bar for a nightcap before going home. The bar was full of people enjoying themselves. Both women had always enjoyed coming here, it was a fun bar and not so loud that you couldn't talk to those you were with. "Look around Jade, everyone here looks to be with somebody and here we sit two women very much alone." She had said that as a joke but Jade could hear the underlying loneliness in her words. The one thing she knew about her friend with certainty, was that Amy was not the type of woman to be without someone in her life that she could love and care for. She had that nurturing kind of soul that just reached out to everyone around her. You could see how much she was loved by her son and her sisters family and she loved them just as much. Jade has been content to be on her own since her divorce ten years ago. After her bad marriage the only relationship she had after her divorce had ended badly. She decided she would rather be alone then to trust another man again with her heart. Men had a way with saying all the right things you wanted to hear but meaning something entirely different. "I love you" means just long enough to get in your pants or get what I need from you." "Or trust me babe I really want to be with you." At least until my wife finds out about you." Jade just didn't want to deal with all the lies and deceit anymore. She was tired of being the only one who was honest in the relationship. She had one brother who lived in California, their parents had died when she was thirty. The only family she and her brother had was each other. They could only manage to see each other once a year when Jade would go visit him and his wife on her vacations. "Excuse me ladies, do either one of you play pool?" The women looked up at the man standing next to their table. He was tall, not bad looking, his hair was spattered with gray, he might be in his early fifties or late forties. He was smiling down at them waiting for one of them to respond to his question. "I don't but Jade does," Amy replied. "Hello Jade, I'm Chad," he said offering his hand to her in a handshake. "Hello Chad, this is my friend Amy," pleased to meet you. "Look, I wanted to shoot some pool but the only table I could get on they want to shoot partners," he said pointing to a table where a couple was waiting to start the game. "Thanks for asking me, but I'm here with my friend and I don't want to leave her alone, but thanks for the invite anyway." "Why don't you two come and join me at my table while you and I shoot a game with this couple, I have a feeling we can take them," he said smiling down at Jade. "Come on Jade, I don't mind joining him and would love to watch you two beat the pants off of them," Amy said standing. "Well alright then, just one game though, ok?" "Your on, let's go get them." The women took their drinks and went over to his table. After everyone was introduced to each other they began their game. Jade was a pretty fair player and they managed to beat them with them having just one ball left on the table. "Come on you two, you have to give us another chance, how about the best three out of five games then we can call it quits?" "What do you say Jade can we give them a run for their money?" She looked over to Amy who was shaking her head yes."Sure, why not." The other couple won the next two games, then Chad and Jade managed to win the next one, leaving them with the tiebreaker as the last game. It was touch and go for awhile but Chad and Jade managed to clear the table leaving them with four balls left on the table by the time Jade sank the eight ball. Chad insisted on buying them another drink as they sat and talked. He told them he was a financial planner for one of the big investment companies there in town. Amy was telling him the type of work they did, then asked him how long he had been in the city. "I've only lived here about a year. I transferred here from California, I was getting tired of being shook awake all the time. I kid you not, each day I would wonder if all of sudden I would find myself living on an Island." They both laughed at his reference to earthquakes and the possibility of California breaking away and becoming an island. Amy excused herself to use the restroom leaving Jade and Chad alone to talk. "Please don't think I'm being forward but are you seeing anyone Jade? I only ask because I would like to invite you to dinner sometime." Jade was surprised, she didn't have any idea that he might be interested in her, other then the games of pool they had played together. He just didn't fit the type of men who have asked her out in the past. He was more sophisticated, more polished, then the hard working men who usually asked her out. "I'm flattered Chad but I really don't date to much and right now just isn't a good time." "I would really like to get to know you. Has anyone ever told you what fabulous eyes you have? I've never seen anyone with green eyes that dark." Jade could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, she wasn't used to such compliments and it always made her uneasy when someone gave her one, especially a man. She had learned that men usually tell a woman anything that she might want to hear in order to get something they wanted from her, and that usually meant sex. "I'm flattered, I really am, but as I said, I don't date." "Jade I would just like your company for dinner with nothing expected from you, I promise you. It's been a long time since I wanted to get to know someone and even longer since I've shared a meal with a female." "Sorry I couldn't help but overhear. Jade why don't you go out with him, he said he only wanted company for dinner, and besides, it would do you good to go out for once." "See, even your friend thinks it would be a good idea, come on what could be the harm in having dinner with me?" "I'll tell you what, I'll give you my number, you can call me next week and I'll let you know if I have any free time," she said writing down her cell phone number on the back of her business card. Jade had forgotten about the dinner invitation until Chad called her the following week. They talked for about twenty minutes until he had finally got her to agree to having dinner with him on Saturday night. He had asked for her address to pick her up. She told him it would be better if she met him at the restaurant because she would be working late that night with an auction. She had lied to him about the auction, she was still uptight and cautious since the vandalism of her apartment, she didn't want anyone who she had not known for a long time to know where she lived. Chad had wanted to take her to Emil's restaurant, a classy place uptown, but she suggested they meet at Jim's bar and grille. She told him they served great steaks and seafood so he had agreed to meet her there at seven thirty. "I was afraid you wouldn't show up," he told her, leading her into the bar. "Why would you think that?" "Well, you weren't exactly excited about having dinner with me to begin with. I thought maybe you might call at the last minute to cancel." "I wouldn't do that Chad, that would be terribly rude of me. I wouldn't want it done to me, so I wouldn't do it to someone else." "Good, glad we got that sorted out. Would you like a drink before we order our meal?" "That would be nice, I'd like a glass of Tequila Rose over ice please," she told the waiter who was taking their order. "I have to ask, what is that stuff? It doesn't look like any Tequila I know?" Jade had to smile as she looked at the light pink drink sitting in front of her. "Well it does have Tequila in it, only it's strawberry flavored. It's one of those cream drinks like Bailey's, and all those other cream flavored liqueurs. It's a totally chick drink," she told him smiling. "The first time we met you were drinking whiskey, I remember that." "Sure was, Black Velvet with diet coke, and in the summer when it is really hot outside I love a ice cold beer as well," she said grinning at him. "You're full of surprises Jade, a woman who drinks whiskey like a man, even enjoys a beer like a redneck in a bar on a Saturday night, then she turns around to become totally womanly by drinking a what did you call it, a chick drink?" "Guess you could say I'm multi faceted." "That you are Ms. Jade, that you are," he said lifting his glass to her in a salute. Jade had enjoyed her day out with Chad, she had almost forgotten what it was like to have fun, to share that with someone. They had been going out for six weeks now and she felt happier then she had in a very long time. The police were still looking into the vandalism of her apartment but officer Jones had told her it would be next to impossible to find out who had been involved. He told her that he too was beginning to think that it had been a mistake from the beginning. That whoever had broken into her apartment had obviously gotten the wrong address. Chad asked Jade if she would mind if they stopped at his apartment so he could change his clothes. He said he was going out of town for a couple of days and wanted to leave as soon as he dropped her off at her car. Once inside the apartment he left her in his living room while he went to change clothes. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look standing there with the moonlight shining down on you?" She was standing out on his balcony when he came out of his room. She turned around when he spoke to her. He had never made a move on her since they had began dating. He had been nothing but a complete gentleman the entire time. She knew as she looked into his eyes that was about to change. He pulled her tight to his chest, his eyes never leaving hers, looking for any sign that she might push him away. His lips touched hers in a soft fleeting kiss. She was still in his arms, not moving, but not pulling away from him either. He placed his lips on hers again slowly caressing her full lips with a searching kiss. His lips were soft and gentle upon hers, she felt her arms reaching around him, holding him close to her body. She could feel the strength in his arms as he pulled her even closer. His chest was firm across her breast, his arms like steel vices, locked tightly around her, preventing her from moving away. It had been such a long time since she had felt a mans lips on hers seeking admittance and an even longer time since she had felt the stirring of desire within her. Her kisses were tentative at first as he tried to fuel her passion. Her kisses were sweet, yet knowing, he felt his desire increase as he deepened the kiss. Her body was all soft and warm pressed up against his, making his cock swell. Jade could feel his cock pressing against her belly. For just a moment she stiffened in his arms, then her body became soft and pliable again. She wanted this, she needed this closeness, she needed to feel the passion that was growing within her again. It had been to long, way to long, since she had felt this hunger. She wanted to reach for the highest peak on the mountain, to feel the excitement of having reached her goal, to have her breath taken away from her after having scaled that mountain of sexual fulfillment once again. He deepened his kisses, they were more passionate and demanding. His kisses told her in no uncertain terms that he wanted more. She returned his fevered kisses with as much ardor as his, he knew without a doubt that he would have her in his bed before this night was over. The Investigation Every time I write a story people ask me to make it longer and more detailed. I have tried to do that here. This is a standalone story, but could be continued if you want me to. I respond to every email sent to me, so please feel free to comment. As always, I have changed all the names in this story, including my own. ----------------------------- I was contacted by my company while I was still on vacation even though they had promised that even if the sky was falling that they would not call me back early. The last three vacations I took ended the same way and I was getting tired of it. The phone rang and I knew it was my boss. I had to answer it, but chastised myself first for taking the phone onto the beach with me and not leaving it in the hotel room. I answered it and skipped the pleasantries. I know my boss hated that sort of thing. "I'm not going to like this phone call, am I?" "No", he said. "Probably not. I got a call from the CEO of ATP and they have a leak. He wants someone with an investigative background out there right now. He says he'll pull his business if we don't get an 'A-Player' on it". I immediately knew that my vacation was over. ATP stood for Amalgamated Technology Processing and was one of our largest clients. Their yearly billables are in the mid six figures. "Define what he means by leak". "So you'll do it?" "Of course", I said feeling guilty already about leaving early. I would have to arrange for my companion to take a solo flight home. She wouldn't be happy. "Okay, so in the last year, one of their competitors beat them to market with some of their own programing 4 times. He's sure it's theirs, because after the first two times it happened, he had the programmers imbed some meaningless code in every job they do. Yesterday two of them turned up with the code. Marque is pissed and wants some help immediately." "Okay, I'm on my way." "What do you need when you get there?" "I should be able to do most of it alone, but I'm out of the country now so I will need some supplies when I get in. Can you have someone bring me some standard equipment, a pistol and set up a place in case we need to interrogate someone? Out of the city would be best." The boss hung up the phone without agreeing. He knew this always pisses me off and it did. I picked up my drink from the table, shook out my towel and walked back to the hotel. Our room was a nice little cabana on the beach. The air was warm and dry and I had left the windows open in the room when I went out early this morning to take in some sun and salt air. I was wondering what kind of condition I was going to find the girl in, and thanking my usually decent luck that I had thought to bring a fuck buddy rather than a girlfriend on this occasion. Jessica was just a waitress I had met over lunch one day. It's always so much harder to tell them you are leaving early when it's a girlfriend. But if Jessica gets pissed, assuming she is sober enough to understand, and then who cares. She can go her own way and I can go mine. I opened the thatch door to the cottage and rounded the corner to the large, overly padded bed in the middle of the room. Jessica was still passed out, naked in the middle of the bed, having kicked all of the covers off of herself. Last night we had gone clubbing until the wee hours and then she had surprised me by taking out a little plastic bottle and dumping a few drops of something in each of our drinks. She said it was something herbal and that it would make our minds one so that we could truly experience each other's souls, or some other hippie conscience expanding nonsense. No thank you! I dumped my drink out while she was drinking hers and for the rest of the night kept feeding my drinks back to her every time she would spike mine with whatever was in the little bottle. As the night wore on she became more and more physical with me on the dance floor as, simultaneously she lost most of her ability to form cogent sentences. She was a beautiful girl, there was no denying that. She had a dark complexion and light brown hair. She was a little more slender than I generally cared for in the women I bed, but she made up for it with lovely round hips and a large C cup chest. As we danced at the little club, her movements became more and more insistent, more of a slow lead up toward sex. The place was dark and noisy and no one was paying attention to anyone else in the place but their own private convulsions. Jessica pushed me down in a chair and started performing a lap dance for me. I greedily ran my hands up her thighs and under her sparkling silver mini dress that she was wearing. She had opted to go without panties and she was so turned on, weather by the dancing or the little drops she was putting in our drinks, that her sex was dripping down the inside of her legs. The moment I felt it I knew I had to take her right there. I opened my fly and took out my painfully hard erection, and guided her back and onto it. She continued to dance and cavort in a semi dreamy way, while I grabbed her waist and moved her back and forth, harder and harder until I came inside her over and over. Her thighs and the bottom of her dress and the front of my khakis were drenched from her flowing pussy. I stuffed my rapidly softening cock back into my pants and then started making my way to the door. She was drunk and high and hard to maneuver. Eventually I just carried her. By the time we got back to the car, she was thoroughly passed out. I carried her into the cabana and had some decisions to make. She was covered in our fluids and club grime and I didn't want to take her to bed like that. So I first stripped myself and then her, and brought her into the shower with me. She was still out of it, and even some cold water didn't wake her up more than a little. I used a soft washcloth to clean her up and then dried her off. By the time I was ready to put her back to bed I was hard as a rock again. It was her tits that did it to me. Her nipples were so much darker than her skin; it was really her best feature. And while I had washed her body I watched as they got hard and tight and LONG. Her nipples elongated more than any 22 year old that had never had kids should ever be able to. They were the perfect crown for her large, swaying breasts. I knew I was going to fuck her again and I knew there was really no sense in arguing with myself about it. On the way to the bed I leaned her forward onto the arm of the couch. It was high and put her ass at a nice angle to my crotch. I kicked her ankles apart as gently as my arousal would allow. Even though I had dried it, her cunt was already dripping again. I made a mental note to ask her what was in that little bottle, and a part of me, for a moment, was sorry I hadn't tried it myself. Taking my cock in my hand I rubbed the head up and down on her smooth, moist slit and coating it in her juices. I was just about to plunge all the way into her when another thought occurred to me. She had always been adamantly against trying anal. It was her one taboo, the last place she would never consciously let me into. I readjusted my position and began to press firmly and insistently into her most intimate of places. Slowly, ever so slowly I felt her expand to let me in, felt her stretch to accommodate my size. When I finally felt her accept all of my member, she startled me with a little gasp, I paused for a moment to see, but she was still asleep. I began my slow, in and out movement, harder and harder each time, feeling my own orgasm building inside of me and coming to the surface. As my strokes became rougher I could hear little noises escape her lips, like her body was unconsciously responding to the pleasure and pain of what it was experiencing. She remained limp but her breathing steadily increased, until finally I knew the end was coming. I grabbed her hips too roughly, I knew, and slammed her back into me, and I thrust forward as hard as I could, over and over until I came, pumping my semen uselessly into her ass. Spent, I carried her to bed and went to sleep next to her. I could smell her wet sex and knew her body was ready for another round, but too tired and too drunk to care. Hours later, I woke up and decided to take a swim to clear my head and rinse off the sweating and fucking of the night before in the clean, salty ocean, expecting that I would have another few days in paradise. But of course I was wrong. Coming back to the cabana now, I knew that I had to pack and leave quickly. Her still being passed out from the night before was a lucky twist. At least I wouldn't have to listen to 20 minutes of arguments and guilt over leaving her. I packed my bags quickly and wrote her a note about having to leave and telling her to get in touch with my secretary to make her travel arrangements home. Writing the note, I suddenly had a wistful feeling knowing that I would probably never be forgiven for this, and it was such a casual relationship anyway, I had probably fucked her for the last time. I set down the pen and wandered over to sit on the bed. She was breathing regularly in the deepest sleep, nude under the fan in the hot dry air. She was lying on her stomach with one leg crooked up. From where I was sitting her breasts were hidden from me, but the rest of her body lay sprawled out in front of me like a gluttonous meal. I ran my hand up her leg and toward the inside of her thigh. Her 22 year old skin was smooth and taunt, sun kissed pink from mild sunburn under her dark complexion. My hand rose to the narrow tan line where her bikini bottom covered her lower lips and left the area pale. I ran the back of my hooked finger along the slit of her opening. Her lips were no longer engorged, her arousal long since passing in the night. I finally parted them with my middle finger and pressed it as far as it would go in. She was dry and tight, and the slight fantasy I had had of taking her one last time before I left passed. A little frustrated, I left my hand there for a breath or two hoping that I suddenly felt some sign of arousal from her that would spur me on to one final, glorious romp before I left, but there was nothing. With a sigh I got up, put on my suite, grabbed my one bag and headed for the airport. Nostalgia is not something I experience often, but I wondered for just a moment if she would cry for me when she saw that I had left? Would she take another lover at the resort in an attempt to prove that I had meant nothing to her? That would be fine with me. Perhaps even another couple would take her in, and she could service them both. That thought made me smile and I boarded my plane. -------------------------------------------- In my field traveling internationally is always a pain in the ass. When I travel for business I have to carry a gun with me. This usually means a ridiculous amount of paper work handled by the secretaries and lawyers. Some countries, like Italy and The Dominican Republic won't let you bring them in. You have to basically rent a gun from the local police force when you get there, and that means its pot luck if the piece of junk will even work or not. I try to avoid these situations. Since I had just come back from the Maldives for vacation, there was no way I was allowed to have a gun with me. That's why I told my boss Garrison that I needed a fixer. Basically a fixer is a person that is either local to a particular area or will meet you there and set things up for you that you are too busy or to visible to do yourself. We do enough business with ATP that we had one stationed in Pena Blanca that we could easily call on. She met me at the airport and took me to the rental car place. I choose a very modest 4 door sedan with a slightly larger engine, but with a firm belief that I wouldn't need it. I then followed her to the location she rented for me to use. Now we usually call a place like this a "Safe House", but that is really misleading. I'm not a spy and this isn't the cold war. This is just corporate espionage, even though it sounds cool, usually just comes down to someone taking money for proprietary and profitable information because they can't make the note on their Audi. Some guys like calling them headquarters and even that is a bit of a stretch. It was just going to be me there, most likely, not some cadre of suspicious types trying to plot the over through of something or other. Still there were times when the privacy of an out of the way place came in handy. My fixer's name was Francesca and she had done an excellent job of finding a nice place out of the way. It was a pueblo style house (which I happen to really like) with low ceilings and two stories. Most importantly it had a small, empty. As I looked around, I saw more and more signs that this place had been used for my type of work before. Although it was comfortable, it didn't really look lived in for any long period of time. All of the furniture was cheap and new looking. The fridge contained beer and a lone bottle of mustard and the pantries had a few left over junk food items like an open box of Twinkies with only one left in the bottom. Who knew how old it was. Later I found out the place was rented on an ongoing basis for my company. I faced Francesca and asked "This place is good. Have you worked for us before?" I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear it from her. You can generally learn a lot about someone from the way they tell you about themselves. "Sure", she said. "I've been working for you guys for the last few years, since back when you did back ground checks on all of Amalgamated's senior management. Since then it has mostly been showing the tech boys around and keeping them out of trouble when they come to test the systems. They told me you're a little higher up though. An investigator?" "Investigative work is only part of what I do. I read your file. It said you used to be a Marine?" "Sure did. Devil dogs all the way! I did two years and then blew out my knee. But I was training to be Recon." That made me take a second look at her. She was an attractive woman which is not unheard of in the military, but still rare enough to be something to comment on. I estimated her to be about my age at 33ish. She had long dark hair, currently under a hat, and a very athletic build. She was not dressed to accentuate her figure, but even so I could tell she had small breasts and a very narrow waist. Her biceps bulged slightly in a blue green tee shirt. He shoes were new models, but looked very worn. So I assumed she was a regular jogger despite the knee. I imagined that if she was a prospect for Marine recon then she was pretty tough. I liked strong women and made a note to keep a closer eye on her. "What do you have for me?", I asked after appraising her. "Standard kit. Your guy said you wouldn't need anything special for this." She took out a case with a nice camera that had a couple of different lenses. I recognized body mics as well as hidden cameras and room microphones. There was a tiny net book computer that was a pain to use but I knew carried all manner of the latest encryption software. She handed me a much smaller, second case and in it was a small 9mm pistol. Not my ideal choice, but I didn't really care. I couldn't foresee a situation where I would need it for this job. I put it in the larger case and stowed it all in a cabinet. "So what's next?" "I think we have some time to kill. My appointment isn't until 4:00, so you can do whatever you want until then. My company sent me some of my work clothes overnight, so they should be here before then. Otherwise I will be wearing this.", I indicated my wrinkled suit that had survived a week in the suitcase before being stuffed into a too small airline seat 20 hours. "I think I'll go for a swim then, if you're sure you don't need me." "We have a pool?", I asked a little surprised. "Of course." She smiled at me with an expression that said I was slightly less intelligent that I appeared. "Sounds like a good idea to me." I grabbed two beers out of the fridge, handed one to her and then went upstairs to change into my swimming trunks that, I was willing to bet, were not even dry from the previous morning on the beach. I made it to the pool first and found it to be a nice sized luxury for the middle of the desert. Whoever lived here before we took it over must have had a real love of swimming to keep this thing filled. I was settling into a patch of shade at the side and preparing to do some drinking when she came out of the house. She was in a dark green bikini that was the perfect shape for her slender build. I was right in thinking that she had small breasts. At the most they were a small A cup. Her stomach was so flat that I could make out the bones of her pelvis, and a sleek muscular V plunging just above the low cut bottoms of her bikini. She was tanned beautifully and had a nicely defined six pack. She threw her towel on a chair and jumped in the water in a most ungraceful way. She then proceeded to put in a solid 20 minutes of power swimming laps. I have to admit I was impressed. She didn't stop or take a break once and her form was nearly perfect. Even I didn't have that kind of stamina. My eyes stayed glued to her the whole time and I felt a small stirring my swim trunks. She finally emerged from the water out of breath. She swam to the other side of the pool where she had left her beer and downed it in about three large gulps. Then she went back under the water for a moment to rinse out her hair and put it behind her, then meandered over to me in the shallower end, leaning against the side. I clapped my hands appreciatively at her performance. "They teach you that in the marines?", I asked. "No, high school swim team. That's why I chose this place. It was the only one on the list that had a pool." As she came closer to me her feet touched the bottom and she began to walk instead of swim. When the water got shallower I could see that her bikini was unlined, and translucent when wet. I had always found this to be a very sexy. Her nipples were dark and green tinted through the wet fabric. They were round and puffy, and looked to be very large in comparison to her overall breast size. Her top had skewed a little bit, and she didn't have any visible tan lines. With a bikini as small as the one she was wearing, I doubted if she had a smaller one. I had a sneaking suspicion that she found some time to do a little bit of skinny dipping. I let my gaze linger a little too long and she caught me looking, but she was a confident woman. She didn't blush or try to cover herself. She just adjusted the top so it was a little more centered and said "I may not be too big up top, but this suit always seems to get me some attention." She gave me a self-satisfied smile. "I'll just bet it does. You have an amazing body. You're in better shape than I am, and that's saying something." "Thank you", she said and favored me with another smile. I took my cue and moved a bit forward to put my arm around her. I was thinking that we had just enough time for a little fun before we had to get cleaned up and go to the meeting. It may be nice to have a little something on the side while I was running down a buttoned down corporate thief. But no sooner had I slid my hand around her hip to her back side than she pushed a bit off of my chest. "No, no, no,", she said. "You don't get to have that kind of fun." She kept a firm pressure on my chest but didn't pull away from me. I tried one more time to pull her closer, but she resisted. "Too bad," I said. "It could have been a nice afternoon in the sun." "It still is for me", she smiled and went to the other side of the pool. In one quick motion she pulled herself out of the pool and I watched as the water cascaded off her tight brown back. She really was a lovely woman. She found a spot on a lounge chair and began studiously applying a milky brown tanning lotion that looked like it probably smelled of toasted coconut. I watched unabashedly as her hands roamed around her body. She didn't exactly make a show of it, teasing me with the lotion, but she knew I was looking and made sure that every inch of her front was covered. I watched as her hands slipped quickly under her top to rub some lotion on her little mounds. Her top was still semitransparent and I could tell that her areolas hardened after the light touch. After finishing her neck and shoulders she turned over onto her back and settled in for a nice soak in the sun. The Investigation Once again thinking that I would not let my cue go by, I climbed my considerably larger frame out of the water and drip dried for a moment. Not wanting to seem too eager, instead of going straight over to her, I walked into the house for more beer. Two was the most I would allow myself before a business meeting. I wandered back over to her and handed her the brew. She took it and half rolled, half contorted to be able to take a sip lying down. I sat on the edge of her lounge chair and had a sip of my own. I half expected her to protest, but she didn't. I picked up the suntan lotion and squirted some of it into my hand. Again, she failed to protest so I felt I was in the clear. I laid my hands on her shoulders and began to rub gently, but firmly. She laid there contentedly as I massaged the oil into her. As I made my way down her back, I came to the spaghetti tie of her top, and undid it, letting the strings fall to her sides. Still no movement. "I noticed you don't have any tan lines," I commented, hoping it sounded casual and ordinary. "Well... this place doesn't have any neighbors and I'm the only one with a key. Sometimes I like lying out in the sun. Hey, watch your hands mister!" "Just trying to cover everything..." I had run my hands down her sides and felt the sides of her small breasts where they were pressed out on the sides from the lounge chair. I moved my hands to the less objectionable small of her back and used some more lotion. "I just got back from the beach in the Maldives. We had our own private beach and I seem to remember that I did a lot of laying out nude as well." "We," she asked a little too casually. "I took a friend with me. A girl I met. She's probably not too happy with me right now." I moved down to her feet and began slowly working my way up her left leg. I was trying to make it more of a massage now than simply putting on the oil. "Why is she mad at you?" "I left her there." I said simply. "Work called and I had to come here for the big emergency. She was still passed out from the night before when I left. She woke up to a note." "Yeah, that would piss me off too", she agreed. I had working my hands up to the backs of her left thigh. I let my fingers brush lightly against the hem of her bikini bottoms, right between her legs, and then I immediately moved to the other leg before she could protest. "You know she is going to fuck someone else down there before she comes back? Revenge for you leaving her, right?" "I hope she does. She's a healthy girl with a healthy sexual appetite. That is a very sensual place. A woman like her, in a place like that, she should take full advantage of the situation. Maybe when she gets back I'll even have her tell me about it." I was still working my way up her right leg, slowing my pace, hoping the beer took full effect. "You don't sound as possessive as most guys. Most guys it would drive them crazy to think that their girlfriend was cheating on them with some tanned stranger in a foreign land." "She's not my girlfriend. She's just a waitress I picked up." My hands were getting close to her ass again. "And took half way across the world? She must have been pretty." "Not as pretty as you are", I said and found that I actually meant it. Francesca was much more alluring and confident than Jessica would ever be. I found quite to my surprise that I was very attracted to her. My hand reached the bottom of her bikini again, and I slid the tips of my fingers under it. "Well, I think it's time I got cleaned up so I can take you to the meeting." She stood up and walked away from me. She didn't bother to put the top back on when she got up, but I still couldn't see anything since her back was to me. I sat still for a few minutes debating whether or not to jerk off before I showered and shaved for the appointment. I figured I would probably have to, since I was pretty spun up from the massage I had just given. Before I could make my mind up, she came back, top still in one hand and her other arm covering her chest from my view. "Hey stud, you have a big box at the front door." She winked and went back into the house. I thought to myself that maybe all hope wasn't lost with this one. She was still flirting with me and that was something. By the time I got back to the front door, I heard the water running upstairs. I assumed she was scrubbing off all of the lotion I had so studiously applied. Opening the box I found it contained my nicer clothes that I leave at the office for just such an occasion. Kara, my secretary, had forwarded them to me, efficient as always. Another woman that I would like to bed, but always seems to slip through my fingers at the most inopportune times. Hmm, my mood seemed to be getting worse as my erection was beginning to soften, unused. "Hell," I said to myself. "Might as well get my head in the game". I found one of the three upstairs rooms that was not being used. It was the one furthest from the stairs and with only one small window. I laid out a dark grey suit on the bed and stripped for the shower. There is no water purification in the Maldives like there is in the United States, that combined with sun and sand and sweat made my hair stiff and unmanageable. So a good soft water shower was exactly what I needed. I scrubbed everywhere twice to make sure I was as clean as I could get. Then I went one more time for good measure. The second night on the island I had let Jessica talk me into shaving my crotch. I liked how much bigger it looked, but the effect was still strange to me. Washing it felt odd, too smooth, I think I preferred it the other way. Out of the shower I shaved my face, again appreciating the soft water and got ready for my meeting. Downstairs I was pleased to see that I was ready before her. Men should always take less time to get ready than women. It's one of the quintessential laws of the universe. I grabbed the last Twinkie since I hadn't had anything else to eat that day and heard her come down the stairs. I was surprised. She was dressed in what I would call business semi casual; black slacks and a cream colored blouse with a nice. demure set of pearls. I wondered briefly if they were a family heirloom since they didn't quite seem her style. "You clean up very nicely indeed Francesca." "So do you. My friends call me Frankie." "Okay Frankie, lets hit the road." ------------------------------------------- I left Frankie downstairs in the reception area with very strict instructions not to tell anyone who she was or why we were there. I told her to discourage any conversation and keep her head in a magazine. She stuck her tongue out at me like I was an overbearing school teacher. It was a cute gesture though. No I was waiting in a small office in an out of the way place waiting for the main man to show up. You can always tell how someone in this position feels by where they ask you to wait. If you're meeting off site, they feel guilty. In a conference room they are mad and want to let other people see how mad they are. A private office means they are scared, and out of the way means that they don't want to be seen with you. That usually means they are about to ask you to do something they don't want to be linked to. I waited patiently in a nice comfortable chair and let my mind wonder to what Jessica was doing right now. I had an image of her in one of the private pool areas, with a middle aged couple, slowly approaching the wife, everyone's heart beating too fast because this was something new and taboo and exciting to all of them... Just then the door opened and the man that walked in was exactly what I was expecting. He was around 60, with white hair and a very expensive watch. I estimated that he was not the top man at the company, but probably not very far off. I figured he was probably the vice president in charge of something or other. "Are you Paul?", he asked in a very serious manner. I could tell this was going to be a no nonsense type of meeting. "I am." "Garrison tells me you're the best he has." He waited for me to respond, but since it wasn't a direct questions I just kept my mouth shut. "What other clients have you worked for?" This time I just stared at him in an unpleasant manner. Direct question or not, clients pay for discretion. Revealing any of the other names we have done work for in the past would be tantamount to scuttling our own business. So I simply waited with a look that I hope said, "You have got to be kidding." Finally, when I was sure that I had gotten my message across I said "Tell me about your problem." He waited a long time before answering. Whether or not he was deciding if he could trust me, or he was just trying a board room power play, I'm not sure. "You know what we do here?" "You simplify code", I said. "Computer programs, anti-virus, operating systems. You take the bloated old code and make it shorter to do the same thing. It runs faster and more efficiently that way." "It's more nuanced than that, but close enough. Ten years ago a program like Windows had 40+ million lines of code. Today it's three times that. It takes tens of thousands of man hours to clean something like that up. Its big business and whoever can get it to market first can save a software company money. Allow their product to run on older machines. Make it lightning fast on newer models. About a year ago we noticed that two of our biggest projects were turned in by a competitor that we didn't even know was working on it. It costs us millions. One of our engineers got a hold of a finished copy and said that he recognized some of his own code in it. That's when we started taking precautions. "Over the last months we have been tagging every piece of internal code with a tracking sequence. Only a hand full of us in the company knew about it. About a week ago the same competitor came forth with another piece of our product, and the tracking sequences were still in place. Our engineer looked at it, and tracked everything back to a single user terminal." "Excuse me, I thought I was here because you didn't know who the thief was? If you know what user is leaking, just fire him and move on. Why do you need me?" "We do know who's is behind this, but we need to know how many other projects were compromised. We need to know what they offered to the employee to get their cooperation. Most importantly we need to make absolutely sure that she does not speak to anyone else about what she has done. It would ruin our reputation." "She?" "This woman, Diane Margon. She is a junior level executive in the customer relations department." He handed me a file. At first glance it looked like a standard HR file. Her picture was clipped to the inside front of the folder. She was an attractive strawberry blond haired woman that appeared to be around 37. She had very pale skin and green eyes that made me think her ancestors hailed from somewhere in northern Europe. She was attractive, and would be absolutely stunning except for a few extra pounds that she was carrying. A few freckles around her face that she seemed to be trying to cover up with makeup made her look younger and less serious. Something about her face made her look rather unintelligent. The meat of the file was telling. She lived locally in a small, commuter neighborhood not too far from work. One nice car and a mortgage that was probably a little too much for her comfortable, but not extravagant, salary. She carried a hefty student loan. "Does she have a boyfriend or a girlfriend?" "Not that we are aware of. She's had a number of relationships with men in the office. She has always been regarded as something of the office slut or maybe a man eater is a better use of terms. She likes to go for younger, nerdy guys, easy for her to control. Until now I just thought she was promiscuous. Now it seems she may have been working toward gaining favors or people's trust." "Your file seems pretty sure she lives alone?" I made it a question. "We've had her followed by our in house security for the last few days. I feel confident it's just her and a cat there. So what's the next step?" "The next step is that I need to get into her house to see if I can find anything linking her to the leak. It's almost the end of the day now, I assume she is about to get off. Can you, or someone in the loop, call an emergency meeting; something that she would have to attend and that would include a number of other people?" "Sure, that shouldn't be too difficult. Why?" "I want you to keep her hear for at least two hours. If I find what I need I will pick her up and take her somewhere to find out what she knows. If that happens, she won't be coming back to work. I will encourage her to move, change her name and never trouble you again." "Okay, that's fine. I'll arrange it now." "Call off your security. I don't want them lurking around. Message me the moment she leaves" ------------------------------------------ I asked grey hair if I could use the room for a couple of minutes after he left to make some calls. He grunted agreement, and left the HR file with me. I called my boss and told him what was going on. I knew what I had to do, and the most important question I had for him was could I trust Frankie or did I have to wait a few days for him to send me someone else that didn't mind taking risks. "She's fine. Solid. We've used her on a number of interrogations in the past. She gets into them. Bill's worked with her before. Recons they turn her on." "That's interesting." "Already trying to cut yourself off a piece of that? Don't bother. Bill said she is a flirt, but he never got anywhere with her. Thinks she's a dyke. She just kept him on the edge the whole time." "I'm not Bill." This time I hung up on him before he had the chance to hang up on me. It was a small victory that felt like a very small victory. I left the room and there was a young guy in a suit too big for him making him look younger than he really was waiting outside the door. He was trying to look tough and intimidating. "That took long enough," he said. "I didn't know you were going to be keeping me out of my office all day." "Piss off junior", I said already on to more important things in my mind. ---------------------------------------- When I got back outside I took Frankie for a walk. I didn't want to talk about any of this stuff inside a building or a car and increase the chances of being heard. I told her about what we were going to do and how we were likely going to have to do it and she seemed interested. When I talked about the kidnapping and interrogation, she was downright excited. We left to rent a van with tented windows and a sliding door. She drove and I rode in the back getting my things ready. I knew we only had about two hours to check out her house before she would be coming home. That was all the time Grey Hair had agreed to give us. Frankie dropped me off in the neighborhood, a few streets down from Diane's house and I pretended to jog up and down for a little while to get a feel for the area. Meanwhile she left for the safe house to get the table and chairs out the basement room. I also asked her to pick up a few things from the house like zip ties from my bag . After making the block a few times I had worked up a good sweat in my newly purchased running outfit. It was so dry in Pena Blanca that, even though it was hot, it wasn't oppressive. Finally, when I was sure of the area I took a jog through a neighbor's yard and easily vaulted the 5 privacy fence into Diane's yard. On one of my passes I had noticed that she had a little alarm company sticker on the front window, but I was betting she never set it. Most people don't. I looked in the back door window, and sure enough, the little push button pad was flashing a green light. I could have picked the lock, but lock picking isn't like it is in the movies. It takes time and skill and tools, two of which I was short on. So I simply walked around the side of the yard until I found the window closest to the air conditioners, and not visible from the driveway. With a rock from the ground I broke the bottom pane and let myself in. I had to use the air conditioner as a foot rest to vault in, but no matter. I was inside what looked like a junk or storage room. Probably an extra bedroom that was just being used like a giant closet. There were mounds of clothes from floor to ceiling, All of this kind of stuff costs money and there was no way she could afford this much with her mortgage and car. Out of that room I was happy to see that her house was better kept. The first room to my left was the master bedroom. There were a few clothing items strewn on the floor, but not much. In the bathroom there was a pair of lacy panties on the floor by the door. I figured they were the most recent pair she had worn. I picked them up and smelled them. They were pungent with the mingled smells of arousal and sweat. I guessed that she had sex the night before, or at the very least had been extremely turned on. Her nightstand contained two vibrators and some different types of lube. Standard fair for a woman in her 30s that lives alone. I took them out and laid them on the bed. Most people think that they are really good at hiding things. Think that they come up with the cleverest place that no one would think to look in. The truth is that almost everyone puts things in the same few places. The shoe boxes in the closet, behind the dresser and the freezer were all a bust, as was the HVAC vents. But the first old suitcase I opened, all the way in the back of her closet was the jackpot. Three were a couple of thumb drives, some jewelry, papers and about $30K in cash. A quick look at the papers looked like it was her record of how much she had been paid and when. The flash drives were probably copies of everything she had stolen. Not smart. I took the suitcase with me and put the vibrators and lube in it. When you are trying to get the truth out of someone, anything you can use to humiliate them can help. Next stop was her home office. She had a nice, feminine desk with a laptop computer on it. Extracting a flash drive of my own I copied her personal files to the drive to review later. The phone rang. "It's me, " Frankie said. "I'm back" "Come up to the house, I have a suitcase for you to put in the van." I opened the back door for her and handed her the little, scuffed valise filled with the evidence of all of Diane's sins. She gave me the zip ties as I had asked for and left to park across the street again. She would not be coming back until Diane was home. My phone beeped again and I knew that was my cue that Diane was leaving work. I figured that gave me about 25 more minutes before she would be there. I wanted to see if there was any more evidence on her computer so I went back to her little pink office. Since I had a list of the passwords she used at work in her HR file, it only took me two guesses to figure out the password on her computer. Searching through the drive for a little while I came to file marked "Private". That's always a good sign. When I opened it I found a series of nude photographs. Most of them looked like the standard selfie in front of a mirror type photo. The first set was of her in a lacy bra and panties. As I clicked through the photos she took off first the bra, and then the panties. Her nipples were very very lightly colored and were just a bare rose shade darker than her pale skin, but her breasts were large and hung well without the confines of the bra. Her pussy was shaved clean in the photo. She must have been aroused because her lips were swollen and flushed. The final picture showed her finger just touching the place where her clitoris was hidden. The next three sets were the same, just with different outfits and hair styles. In one she was turned to the side to give us a view of her ass. She had several whelps that looked like she had been spanked or canned, and she had the most devilish grin on her face. Another set had the same marks, but more faded and the bruises were yellowed. I wondered why she had taken these, for whom? Who had canned her? The Investigation The final set was a bit different. She was lying on her back with her legs spread in front of a full length mirror. Her heavy breasts were rolling a bit to the side and it was obvious, in this exposed and very intimate set how wet she was. Clicking through the pictures I could see that she was working one of her vibrators in and out of her pussy. From the arch of her back and the expressions on her face she seemed to be genuinely enjoying it. The final file in this set was a video and I opened it. It was short, only about 20 seconds. In it she was working her toy faster and faster and moaning intensely then all of a sudden she pulled it all the way out and squirted all over her thighs and the bottom of the mirror. Without wasting a second she put the vibe back in and worked it a few more times and then removed it and squirted harder and more intensely than the last time. Her body went limp and the video turned off. I knew at that moment that I was going to fuck her, weather she wanted me to or not. My phone beeped and text said that Diane was driving down the street now. I shut her laptop and put it on the couch and got into position. Her key hit the lock and I heard her wrestling with the door. As she opened it, she dropped her purse and had to bend over to pick it up. I got my first good look at her in person. I was right, she was an attractive woman, but carried a few extra pounds. However she knew how to dress to minimize it. She was in a short black skirt and a light blue, silk blouse with a gold necklace on. Right now her ass was pointed at me while she bent over and it was straining the seams of her expensive skirt. She finally got a hold of her purse strap and kicked the door shut. As soon as the door closed, before she had time to see me, I acted. I lunged forward, tripping her and pinning her to the ground. She was screaming and I stuffed an old rag from the kitchen into her mouth. She was struggling furiously underneath me, but I had the leverage and a good 50 pounds of muscle on her. I was straddling her backside, and even though I was fighting to subdue her, I was aware of her ass grinding into the front of my pants. Finally, after far more effort than it should have been I got one of her arms behind her back, then the other and held them there with a zip tie. Next, I pulled a folded pillow case from my back pocket that I had picked up in her bedroom. I slipped it over her head. As soon as the blinder was on her struggles and attempts to scream doubled. She was trying to buck me off of her, but it wasn't going to happen. I leaned forward, my full weight on her, and whispered in her ear "Guess what Diane. Your company knows you have been selling their products to the competition. You and I are going to go somewhere and talk about what you have been up to, and find out the truth of it all." I heard her try to scream again I was expecting it, and when she did I pushed the rag a little more securely into her mouth. Still straddling her large, soft ass, with my growing erection pressing into it, I reached for her purse and took out the battery on her phone. I placed both parts back in her purse and then used my phone to let Frankie know that it was time to bring the van all the way up the driveway. While she was getting into position I searched Diane for anything I didn't want her to have. Immediately I found a bottle of pepper spray clipped to the inside of her skirt on her right hip. I took it off and threw it into her purse. Next I started frisking her in earnest, despite her muffled protests and squirming. I ran both of my hands up each leg. Her thighs were soft and hot and she was not wearing stockings. After the second leg I hiked her skirt up over her ass, which I could tell really scared her, and I had to hold her down for a moment or two. Her panties presented a problem. I knew that if it took them off she would really freak out, but I still wanted to make sure nothing was hidden there. Or maybe I just wanted to feel her sex. Regardless I ran my right hand under every inch of her slightly large, white cotton panties. I paused momentarily touching her shaved labia. I wanted to explore deeper, but I knew there would be time for that later and the piteous moan she let escape her lips convinced me to move on. Next I rolled her over, leaving her skirt around her waist, still straddling her at the hips with her arms tied behind her back. I knew she could feel my hard cock, as the underside of it pressed against the front of her pretty white panties. Moving quickly I undid the little pearl buttons on her robin's egg blue silk blouse. When they were all done, I pulled the two flaps of her shirt as far apart as they would go and saw her beasts jiggle from the motion. For a split second she stopped breathing. She stopped moving she stopped everything. Then she started a little whimpering crying, soft and sad. Her bra was white, and made to fit her large tits. It had a clasp in the back and I had to lean down on top of her and reach around, almost like I was hugging her to get it unhooked. For just a moment while doing it I had laid my ear against her chest and heard her heart hammering away in terror. Unhooked, I pulled the cups up, and out fell something small and silver. Picking it up, I realized that it was a very very small, high end thumb drive. She must have put it in her bra for safe keeping, or maybe thinking no one would search there. Not being able to help myself I cupped both of her breasts with my hands and gave them a good hard squeeze. I felt her body go rigid underneath me. Back to reality, I thought. Not wanting to put her bra back on her I took out a small knife and cut both of the shoulder straps. I put the ruined bra and the small thumb drive in the purse and stood up just in time to hear the faintest knock on the door. I opened the door and Frankie walked in. She had the van in the driveway and the side door open, facing the house. It would be easy to get her in, unseen. When she saw what was at the floor by my feet, I heard a sharp little intake of breath. I look down and I could see why she was startled. Diane, only moments ago having been dressed for work and looking like not a hair was out of place was lying on the floor in a state of terrible disarray. Her wrists were tied behind her back with a pillow case over her head. Her shirt was ripped open and her large, rose capped pale breasts were on display for anyone to see. That expensive skirt of hers was hiked up to her waist, a few inches of the bottom of the shirt still tucked into it. Her white panties were slightly askew from the rough handling and rolling her over. Looking now, I could see that the elastic on one side of the crotch had been pulled into her slit, leaving one lip exposed. Frankie knelt beside her and, to my absolute shock trailed one of her long, thin fingers over Diane's right nipple. She continued down her stomach and finally stopped at the top of her panties. She ran her finger into the crotch of the panties and straightened them. I thought it was a decent thing to do, and then I saw her rub Diane's pussy right where her clitoris was covered by the panties. Her back arched off the floor and I heard a deep intake of breath under the hood. Frankie stood up, faced me and in a very matter of fact voice said "She's wet." Then with a slight look of embarrassment, she licked the tip of her right index finger, and closed her eyes for just a moment, savoring the taste of the other woman's fear and arousal. "Close her shirt and pull down her skirt," I said. "We need to get her someplace where we can take more time with her." Frankie gave me a very broad grin, and licked her lips. I had a feeling the next 12 hours were going to be a lot of fun. ----------------------- Your emails will decide if I write another chapter. I respond to everyone that takes time to email me. The Investigation She was wrestling with her feelings in-between Chad's kisses. She would be opening herself back up to getting hurt again if she let things progress further. Her body was fighting with her conscious for control. She wanted this, but was she ready for it she asked herself? Chad felt her body language changing, she was having second thoughts. He could take his kisses further and build on her passion or he could step back and let her get her emotions under control. He knew he could talk her into his bed with just a little more persuasion but his intuition told him that would be a huge mistake. He stepped back from her, holding her at arms length from his body. "I'm sorry Jade, I hadn't intended for that to happen. My only excuse is that you look so desirable standing here in the moonlight. Please forgive me for overstepping the boundaries." She could hardly believe what had just happened. He was the one to step on the brakes before they crashed into that brick wall of passion. She was relieved and took a deep breath before answering him. "Chad I think we both had a part in that, so there is nothing to apologize for." "Ok, in that case shall we go, I know you have a full day tomorrow and wanted to get home early. Are we still on for dinner and a movie Saturday?" "Yes we are." Chad drove her back to her car and kissed her tenderly goodnight. He told her he would call her tomorrow to let her know when he would be picking her up for their date. He had waited until she was safe in her car and on her way before he headed out of town. Jade had only been in the apartment for about twenty minutes when there was a knock on her door. "Miss London may I come in, I need to talk to you for a few minutes." "Of course, how can I help you detective Jones, have you found out who broke into my apartment?" "No I'm here on another matter, can we sit down I have a few questions for you?" Jade couldn't figure out why the detective was there if he had nothing to tell her about her case. She started to get a sick feeling in her stomach, Amy wasn't home. She hadn't told Jade that she was planning on going out tonight, please god don't let anything have happened to Amy she was thinking as she sat down across from the detective. "Miss London, where were you between six and ten tonight?" "Please call me Jade. I was out with a friend and just got home about twenty minutes ago." "What is the name of the friend you were out with?" "Will you please tell me what this is all about? Has something happened to Amy?" She was genuinely concerned about her friend and wasn't acting like she was trying to hide anything from him. Dam she had some beautiful eyes, a man could get lost in those eyes of hers. He shook himself mentally and got back to business. "Nothing has happened to your friend, but someone ran your boss off the road tonight and we are just checking to see where everyone was who works for him." "Oh, my god! Is he alright? Has anyone called his wife?" She had stood up quickly, her boobs bouncing under her sweater. He was a boob man, always had been since he was a kid in high school. The bigger the better he had always thought and she had some mighty big boobs under that sweater. Shit Boyd, get your mind back on business he told himself as he drew his eyes back up to hers. "He's fine, and yes, we notified his wife. She is with him at the hospital right now." "Thank god. Mr. Henry is one of the kindest men I have ever known, he wouldn't harm a fly. You said he was ran off the road?" "Yes. According to him it was no accident, he said the person in the truck had deliberately ran him off the road. He said he had the feeling he was trying to shove his car into the ditch but he had hit him in a way that sent his car across the opposite side of the road where he hit a tree head on." "It was no accident? Someone was trying to hurt him on purpose? Why would anyone want to hurt him?" "He was lucky, there was a car coming down the opposite side of the road that had to slam on their brakes to keep from hitting him just before he hit the tree. He said he thought it was a truck that had ran him off the road but the eye witness's said it was a dark SUV with tinted windows." "First my apartment and now Mr. Henry, something isn't right with this whole thing." The color had drained from her face when she realized this was more then just a coincidence. For a moment he thought she was going to faint so he stood up and moved quickly to her side. "Sit down Ms London and stay still," he told her moving towards the kitchen to get her a glass of water. What the hell was going on she was thinking to herself. This has to do with something at work, it just has to be. What could it be, right now nobody was working on anything of high value that someone would steal. The manuscripts Mr. Henry was working on were valuable only if he authenticated them first. There were four binders in all with papers and they had only just finished going through the first one. All they had done so far was make photo copies of the first binder, then log each page to get them ready for the tests to see what the age of the paper was that was used and the ink. Once the age of the paper and ink had been proven then he would start verifying the handwriting. "Here, take a drink of this," he said handing her the glass of cold water. She had that far away look in her eyes that said she was thinking. He couldn't help himself as he glanced at her breasts under her sweater again. He wondered how big her nipples were, did she like them licked and sucked? They were big enough to wrap around his dick. Did she like to get titty fucked and have the guy shoot his load all over those big tits of hers? Did it turn her on if the guy licked and sucked all his cum from her titties? He wondered how she felt about a guy eating his cum out of her cunt after he had cum in her? "Officer do you think this all has something to do with something at work?" He had to bring his mind back to the reason he was there and stop thinking about her tits! "Yes I do, but what it is eludes me for the time being. I was hoping you might be able to think of something that you might have forgotten that would give me some kind of clue as to why your apartment was vandalized and why someone would intentionally run your boss off the road." "I really don't have a clue as I said, but it has to be something about work I would bet my paycheck on that." "I'm still going to need the name of the person you were with today. I hope you understand that I have to do this to eliminate you and your friend from the list of suspects?" "His name is Chad Robbins, we were together from about four this afternoon until he dropped me off here at a little before ten." She gave him Chad's address but she couldn't tell him where he worked other then he was some kind of financial planner of some sort. "Please forgive my next question but I do have to ask, are you and he close and how long have you known him?" She laughed, he really looked embarrassed to have to ask her those questions. She asked him to forgive her for laughing then told him why she had. "We've been dating for about six weeks. Amy and I met him at a bar where I shot some pool with him and he asked me out." Lucky bastard he was thinking, he felt a little twinge of jealousy thinking that this guy might have made love to her. He couldn't stop thinking about all the things he'd like to do to her and felt his dick began to stiffen. Dam he needed a woman, he hadn't been with a woman for almost a year now and it was way past time. He had been so busy with work that he never had the time to pursue a relationship and it was beginning to wear on his nerves. Not to mention he was just plain sick of jacking off all the time. "Have you noticed anyone following you, or that you can remember being in the same place as you that was driving a dark colored SUV?" "No, and since I moved in with Amy we have been taking the subway to work instead of driving. In fact the last time I drove my car was the night Amy and I met Chad at the bar." "I have to check on a few things but I will need to talk with you some more. Can I meet you somewhere tomorrow around six?" "I have plans but I could meet with you anytime on Sunday. Would that be alright?" "Just a minute and let me check what I have going on Sunday. I have to go upstate to give a deposition on another case I'm working on but I could meet you around seven." "That would be fine are you coming here or would you like me to come down to the station?" "Tell you what, how about I buy you dinner? I'm going to be starved by the time I get done with my testimony and not enough time to stop and get anything to eat until I get back here. Do you know where Jack's is down by the park?" "Yes I do, I've eaten there before and they had great food. Ok, I'll meet you there at seven then." "Until I can figure out what is going on here you and your friend Amy take special care when your out and about and don't talk to strangers," he said winking at her as he made his way to her door. Boyd went home instead of back to the office, he needed to take care of his cock. It was getting hard again with thoughts of Jade. While he lay in his bed stroking his cock nice and slow he could clearly see his wife an he in bed having one of their play times. He had been so lost when she had been killed five years ago. Her car was hit head on by a car full of drug dealers in a high speed car chase with the cops. She had died instantly from the impact to the drivers side door. One of his favorite times with his wife was when they would do a form of role play that would send them both over the edge. Mary was a big woman like Jade, she had some huge tits that he could play with for hours. He had always loved big women, a bigger woman was more able to handle his huge cock and he loved the way they felt in his hands. He loved their softness and not feeling nothing but skin and bones on them like you did when all those diet conscious babes wanted to get a good fuck. Mary used to pretend to be mommy for him. She would hold him in her arms as he lay across her chest with his head laying on her arm then feed him her breast for him to nurse at mommies nipples. She would talk to him while he suckled at her breast telling him how much mommy loved her little boy. Then when her other breast was getting jealous from not having any attention she would say how hungry her boy was and that it was time for mommy to let him feed from her other breast. They would change positions and he would nurse the other nipple. When she couldn't take it anymore she would tell him that she needed his big hard cock inside her. That's as far as the mommy baby role play went with them. They weren't into the bottles or diapers kind of stuff. He'd fuck the hell out her filling her hot cunt with his cream then he would go right down on her the moment he pulled out of her. He loved eating his cum from her sweet honey pot or anywhere else he might deposit it on her. She had been his equal when it came to sex, enough was never enough for her or for him. Now here he was fantasizing about Jade being the one who's nipples he was nursing. He lay there thinking of how wonderful it would be to bury his cock in her cunt and fuck her hard till he came, filling her cunt with his cream that he would lick out of her. He wondered if she would role play with him, if she were as sexually hungry as he was. He wanted to fuck all the time, he was just never satisfied and needed a woman who could handle his lustful ways. He had never paid for sex in his entire life but if things didn't change pretty soon he might change his mind about that. He would never pick up a hooker off the street but he might swing for the bill for an evening with an escort. You could be certain that the high priced ones were careful in their sexual encounters but he would still wear a condom just to be on the safe side. Would Jade help to ease his hungers? There was something about her that drew him like a magnet, he just couldn't get her out of his mind. He shot a huge load thinking of his cock buried deep in her. After licking his cum off his hand he got into the shower, his thoughts still on Jade. He would check this guy Chad out tomorrow morning, he wanted to know what kind of man he was because he had every intention on taking Jade away from him. "Something just isn't right Amy, first me then Mr. Henry. It has to be about something at work it just has to be." "Sweetie we have gone over and over this and neither one of us can come up with a reason. Let's see what the officer comes up with when you meet him later." "Amy promise me you won't go anywhere alone tonight, he said we should be careful." "I promise you silly, I'm picking Jane up before I drop you off then I'll be spending two nights at my sisters after we get out of the movie. Remember if the officer can't bring you home you take a cab and not the subway, promise me?" They laughed at each others worries about the other then took off to the mall to do some girl shopping before they left that evening. Jade had found this pretty tunic top when they were out shopping that she fell in love with and couldn't resist buying. She decided she would wear it tonight when she met up with detective Jones. It was long, black silk with beautiful gold and silver threads running up and down, the jacket part of the tunic was sheer black. She was thinking about officer Jones on the car ride to the restaurant. He was tall, muscular built, brown hair that was almost all gray with a short neatly trimmed goatee and mustache that was also gray. His eyes were hazel, but Jade had noticed the first time she had met him that his eyes had a faraway sad look to them. She could see the laugh wrinkles around his eyes and had wondered what had taken the laughter away from him. He wasn't handsome, nor was he ugly, he was just an average looking man that carried himself well. She had wanted to learn more about him, she wanted to know what it was that made him look so sad all the time. There was something else about him, she had felt a deep need to get to know him, she couldn't figure out why exactly, other then she felt drawn to him. Boyd was looking forward to tonight, it had been a very long time since he had shared a meal with a female other then his mother or sister. He had tried to contact that Chad guy three times before he left for upstate today and was never able to find him at home. He was going to ask Jade if she had a phone number for him so he could get in touch with him. He hadn't been able to get Jade off his mind all day. He had a dam hard on the whole drive upstate, then again on the way back home. He finally had to take his dick out of his slacks and give himself some relief. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting." "Not at all I have only been here for about five minutes, I was afraid you would be the one waiting." Boyd held the door open for her then guided her to their table with his hand in the small of her back. His dick started to twitch the moment he touched her, he seated her, then sat across from her keeping a respectable distance. He ordered them a bottle of wine while they looked over the menu before making their choices for dinner. Boyd went with the Mexican Fiesta Steak, and Jade ordered the Pecan crusted white fish with steamed zucchini and summer squash. She gave him the number of Chad's cell phone, told him neither she or Amy had been able to think of anything unusual at work, and neither of them had noticed anyone following them. He told her that Mr. Henry could think of no reason why anyone would want to do him harm so he was still at square one in his investigation. They talked a little more about the case then started talking on a more personal level. Boyd was having a hard time keeping his cock from rising in his slacks. He had two glasses of wine and just couldn't keep his mind off of daydreaming about fucking Jade. "Do you have a family officer Jones?" "My name is Boyd, let's forgo the Miss and officer crap and use our first names ok," he said smiling at her. "To answer your question, no, I don't. My wife died five years ago and we never had any children. My mother is still alive but my father passed away ten years ago. I have one sister, married, with three great kids." So that is the reason for the sad look in his eyes. He must have loved his wife dearly to still be so affected by her death. "I'm so sorry Boyd that you lost your father. My parents died years ago. I have one brother who lives in California, that's the extent of my family." "Have you ever been married Jade?" "Yes, but it was a lousy marriage and ended ten years ago. Thankfully we didn't have any kids to have to deal with divorced parents." "When your not working what do you do to occupy your time? I only ask that in case it might have something to do with your case on the off chance." "Nothing special, I usually sit at home catching up on those nasty weekly chores like cleaning the apartment, and doing my laundry. I read, watch TV, go to the movies now and then, listen to music while I crochet. I have a thing for old fashioned doilies, I love to make them. My mother used to have them all over the house and I can remember my grandmother sitting in her rocker making them when I was little." "What about you? What do you do when your not out detecting?" "Promise you won't laugh?" "I promise," she said winking at him. "I knit while I watch TV. Hey you promised you wouldn't laugh," he said in mock hurt at her spontaneous laughter. "I'm sorry Boyd, I couldn't help myself. Just imagining a big strong cop sitting in front of the TV knitting was a bit much." They were still laughing when the waiter brought their meal. "How about we take a walk and work off some of this food," he asked her. "Good idea. It's a beautiful night, I enjoy walking at night when the moon is full and the sky bright with stars." Boyd couldn't resist once they got outside, he tucked Jades arm through his and headed off towards the park. She enjoyed the feel of her arm tucked in his, she wanted to know more about him. As they walked she was doing some mental comparisons between Chad and him. She enjoyed the time she spent with Chad, he was always kind and courteous to her all the time. After they had shared that first kiss she realized that what she had initially felt was not lust, just that unexpected remembrance of the feel of a mans lips on hers. His kiss hadn't made her tremble with desire and that was important to her. As they walked he wondered what she was thinking. Could she feel his excitement at their closeness? There went his dick again, it started to twitch to life, he wanted to bed her so badly he was afraid when he spoke to her it would be with a stutter. "Jade, I'd like to ask you to have dinner with me tomorrow night." There he said it and he didn't stutter. He waited with baited breath for her answer. "I would love to but how about if you come to my place instead and I'll make you dinner. Amy is going to be staying with her sister till Tuesday so I'm going to be pretty much on my own tomorrow." "I would love that, I only get a home cooked meal on the holidays," he said winking at her. "Seven o'clock sound ok?" "That would be fine, I may be about five minutes late but I will be there with bells on!" She had decided to make him stuffed chicken breasts, it was her spin on chicken cordon bleu. She had scrubbed two baking potatoes that were in the oven, she had made them a lovely salad with baby greens, topped with orange slices, strawberries, and pineapple topped with a sweet honey vinaigrette. She had asked Boyd to bring a bottle of wine, as she wasn't really good at picking out wines for meals. The Investigation The peanut oil was almost to the proper temperature, the beer batter mixed and ready to coat the chicken, all she had left to do was assemble the chicken. She had pounded each breast down about a quarter inch thick, on top of each breast she sprinkled some crisp bacon pieces, followed by some sliced mushrooms, shredded cheddar cheese and topped with a thin slice of ham. She lightly peppered them then rolled them up securing them with a couple of toothpicks. Boyd was excited, he would be spending an evening alone with Jade. After he had dropped her off last night he had to go home and give himself some much needed relief, then he dreamed about her again, waking up with another hard on. "Right on time," she said greeting him at the door. "I was afraid there for awhile that I might have to be about a half hour late with some last minute details in my reports but I managed to get them done in short order." "Why don't you pour us a glass of wine while I put the chicken in the fryer. The corkscrew is on the table next to the glasses." She dipped the breasts into the batter them put them in the fryer, it would take them about ten minutes to cook, giving them time to eat their salads. Once the chicken was in the fryer she joined him in the small dining room. "A lover of blues music huh? Or just a fan of Stevie Ray Vaughn?" "Both. I love blues music, there is something sexy about it. Especially all those raunchy blues singers. I can close my eyes and see a smoke filled bar or a backwoods barn where there are lots of people dancing, drinking, and getting downright down and dirty when they dance." "I know what you mean. It's got a beat or a grove if you like that makes you want to dance a little closer, touch a little more, or take your guy out behind the building and fuck his brains out." They both laughed then she went to get the rest of their meal. She put some sour cream in a dish, some chopped scallions, and some bacon pieces on the tray with their plates. "Smells good and looks good, what is it?" She told him and explained how to put it together as he took his first bite. "This is delicious, outstanding, better then any cordon bleu I've ever had Jade." "Ah, I'm gonna blush but thanks for the compliment. I also like to fill them with a mixture of mushrooms, shiitake, morels, buttons, baby bella's and chanterelles with asparagus pieces and Swiss cheese." "I'm going to have to tell my mom and sis about these they are always looking for new recipes to make. I could never understand why neither one of them opened a restaurant because they are always cooking. Mom lives for the holiday's when she can cook and bake to her hearts content." "She sounds like my mother was, she loved the holiday's when she could cook huge meals. Desserts were her favorite things to make. She used to make this apple and pecan cake that was to die for. After she died my brother and I went through all her recipes looking for that one but we could never find it. It must have been something she made up herself and never wrote down the recipe for it." "You wouldn't believe the cookbooks and binders my mother and sister both have of recipes they have collected over the years. I told my niece she had better start learning to cook because she was going to inherit all those cook books from her grandmother and mother." "Would you like dessert now or later after dinner has settled?" "Later would be great, let me help you clear up in here." Boyd helped her take care of everything and load the dishwasher. She had put on a pot of coffee while they were cleaning up and offered him a cup that they took into the living room after they had finished cleaning up. It was a little after nine and the sun was starting to set. She would have to turn on the lights in a few minutes or they would be in darkness, except for the two candles she had burning on the fireplace mantel. Her blues cd had finished playing and the soft sounds of Aaron Neville came on singing Stand By Me. Boyd sat his coffee cup down on the coffee table then stood up offering his hand to Jade. "Dance with me?" Jade looked up at him, the sadness was gone from his eyes and all she saw there was desire. She let him pull her up and draw her into his arms. He pulled her close then they moved slowly to the music. She tucked her head under his chin enjoying the feel of his arms around her. His arms were strong yet gentle at the same time, she thought she had felt him shake once but dismissed it as being her imagination. He didn't know what scent her perfume was but he wanted to buy her a gallon of it. It was wrecking havoc on his nervous system. Her hair was silky soft under his chin, her body all soft and warm was making his dick misbehave again. He wanted to kiss her, it was a deep burning desire to feel her lips against his. If he kissed her, he knew he would want more from her, he wanted to ravage her body with his lust. Jade felt the desire building in her, all the little curiosities of wanting to know how his lips would feel against hers, would his kiss feed the fire burning in her? She wondered what his touch would be like, soft and gentle or firm and demanding? The song ended but Boyd made no attempt to let go of Jade. In just a matter of seconds another sultry song began playing. Some female blues singer with a deep sultry voice was singing a song called Touch Me, it was a song filled with sexual feelings, the music made you seek closer contact with your partner. She felt his lips lightly touch her hair, she nuzzled in closer to his body, wanting to feel every inch of him against her. His cock was firm pressing into her stomach, making the flames burn brighter within her as they moved to the slow tempo of the music playing. He couldn't take any more, he wanted her as he had not wanted a woman in a very long time. He released her hand moving his up to cup her face softly, he lifted her face to his, her eyes held him mesmerized for a second before he placed his lips upon hers. Her lips were full and soft, pliable under his, moving in gentle caress's as they let passion build between them. His kisses were dreamy, as he stroked her lips with his. She felt the flames within her burning hotter. When his tongue made it's way inside, hers was there to great him with equal passion. Jade felt her knees weaken as his kiss became more passionate. Their tongues mated, feeding on the passion they were creating. He slid his hand slowly down her breast coming to rest under the fullness he now held in his hand. His thumb found her nipple quickly and stroked it slowly through the material of her top. He could feel the bud hardening under his caress and his hunger for her increased tenfold. She was moaning softly against his lips as his thumb teased her nipple. She wanted to feel his hand against her bare breast, and she needed to feel his mouth engulf her nipple. She could feel the wetness making her moist and needing as she pressed closer to him letting him know that she wanted more. He stepped back from her and slowly removed her top, his eyes feasted on her huge tits held firmly within her bra. Her nipple clearly visible in the sheer lace of her bra. He stared at it, it was as if it was calling out to him, begging for his caress. He reached behind her undoing her bra, as soon as the clip was released her tits spilled forward. He jerked the bra away reaching for those two huge mounds of hers. She could hardly breath, his hands upon her breasts taking her breath away from her. He caressed her slowly as he gazed into her eyes. "Where is your room Jade," he said breathlessly. She grabbed his hand and spun around quickly leading him down the hall to her room. As soon as they were inside he closed the door with his foot reaching for her. His kiss was plundering, demanding and forceful in it's need of her surrender to his kisses. She felt as if she would faint from the onslaught of his powerful kisses. This is what she had wanted, had needed and desired for years. There would be time later for a slower approach to lovemaking but right now his need was to great. He shoved her down onto the bed, before her body had even settled on the bed he jerked her slacks from her body tossing them on the floor beside her bed. He moved quickly covering her body with his as he kissed her passionately again, his free hand molding her tit, taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger twirling it gently and tugging lightly. She was on fire, her body overheated from her desire, his kisses just kept adding fuel to the flames already burning within her. Her breath was sucked out of her lungs when she felt his mouth at her nipple. Her body began to shake from the pleasure. She heard a noise and realized it was coming from her, she was moaning softly. Her hand reached for his head bringing his mouth more fully into her breast. "Please, oh god please don't stop," she begged him. His cock was throbbing in his slacks, and it jumped to full attention when she begged him not to stop. He didn't release her nipple from his mouth as he reached between them to undo his belt and unzip his slacks. She knew he was taking his slacks off and she reached to help him with his shirt, pulling it free from the waistband of his slacks, she tugged at the buttons finally getting them free. He had shrugged out of his shirt and slacks never taking his mouth from her breast. Boyd moved so that he was laying across her body between her legs. He transferred his mouth from one nipple to the other sucking them madly making her squirm under his body. He wanted to taste her sweet cunt but his cock had other ideas, it wanted to feel her warmth and creaminess wrapped around it. He lifted himself to his knees, pulling her legs up to his chest. He spread her legs far apart gazing down on her juicy pussy lips coated with her cream. He pressed his cock slowly up against the outer lips of her pussy, letting the head of his cock get coated with her slick cream. He was forcing his body to calm down, he wanted to go slowly enjoying every moment of their bodies coming together. He pressed his cock further into her silken wetness. Further forward it pressed into her folds until it disappeared from his sight. Slowly he began withdrawing then pushing forward again. Withdraw, press forward, slowly building on their passion. Each time he would thrust deep into her it would take her breath away. She had never had a man fill her as this man was. His movements were becoming more hurried now, each hard thrust taking her breath away as he plundered her pussy with his cock. He was a skilled lover, taking her to that special place she had only ever reached with oral stimulation. No man had ever brought her to climax through intercourse alone so this was a new experience for her. He pressed the head of his cock against her hard little bud, teasing it with the promise of pleasure he would bestow upon it. Each thrust forward his cock would rub her bud, making her squirm even more underneath him. He could feel her muscles tightening around his cock with each withdrawal, each hard thrust forward they would stretch to accommodate the full length of his cock as it bottomed out in the depth of her cunt. "You have a hungry cunt Jade, I love how it devours my cock as we fuck," he said as he rammed his cock in hard and deep. "I'm going to cum, please don't stop! Yes, oh god yes!" She clutched at his arms as her orgasm began to overtake her. He felt her muscles contracting with each hard thrust, her cream coating his cock as she reached the pinnacle of her orgasmic end. He pounded her pussy harder, his cock filling with his hot jizz getting ready to fill her cunt with his thick cream. He always shot huge loads, his hot jizz would explode in huge squirts with each thrust, until the last drop was released into Jade's creamy cunt. Even after shooting his load his cock always stayed semi hard waiting for the next round to begin. She had never felt this complete before, her first orgasm from actual intercourse had left her fevered body still full of passion. She wasn't done, she wanted more and to give more. Like most of the female population in today's world she had been taught to treat a mans ego with infinite care. No man liked to hear his lady say she wanted more or that she needed more. Before she could say or do anything Boyd slid quickly down her body and buried his face in her sopping pussy. God he was hungry, hungry for that mixture of their combined juices that had filled Jade's accommodating cunt. He first felt her astonishment then her pleasure as he licked her pussy dry. His cock was already getting hard again as he dined on her pussy. He could eat pussy for hours and be a very content man. He loved the aroma and taste of a woman, especially one who's cunt he had just filled with his own hot jizz. She was again being taken to that wonderful place of intense pleasure. He was every bit as skilled at bringing her back to full passion with his mouth and tongue as he had been with his hard cock. His mouth was closed over her clit sucking madly at her hard bud, driving her crazy with desire. After he had taken her once again to orgasm she tried to get him to stop, she had begged him to let her taste him, but he wouldn't release his hold on her bud. Boyd stopped eating her pussy long enough to tell her no, not now, later, before he shoved his face back into the folds of her pussy going at her clit again. She was writhing in pleasure and orgasm as he brought her over the edge once again. She didn't think he would ever stop, hell she didn't want him to, but she felt like he was being slighted and she wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had been giving her. She tried again to get him to stop, to let her know the taste and flavor of him. "Please Boyd, please let me taste you! I want to suck your cock, I need to know how you feel and taste in my mouth!" He stopped lapping at her pussy pushing himself up between her thighs laying across her ample tummy so he could latch onto her nipples again. The moment his mouth began sucking on a nipple he felt Jade once again melt under his onslaught. He knew from the first time he had sucked her nipple that this was something she loved, something that just made her weak with desire. In the back of his mind he was thinking if they ever had a fight or disagreement all he would have to do is latch onto a nipple and she would forget everything but the pleasure she loved so much. He slid to the side of her body, never taking his mouth from her nipple. He reached down between her legs shoving his finger deep into her, finger fucking that juicy pussy of hers. There were a million things he wanted to do to her, a million ways he wanted to pleasure her, a million reasons for never letting her get out of bed again. She managed to reach between them and wrap her hand around his hard cock. She loved how warm it felt in her hand, how full and hard it was, she wanted to suck it, she wanted so very much to make him cum with her mouth. She would have to find some way to distract him long enough to get her mouth on his cock. She decided she would beg him again to allow her to enjoy the taste of him as he had her. "Please Boyd, let me suck your cock, I need to know the taste of you,"she begged him? "No Jade, not this time babe. I need this badly, it has been far to long since I have been able to enjoy the feel and taste of a woman. I promise you the next time we are together that I will let you enjoy yourself as much as you like, but for now, just let me enjoy you." Boyd made love to Jade for the rest of the night, not giving her one moment of rest until the sun began to rise. He wrapped her tightly in his arms as they fell into a contented slumber. Two hours later he woke her up for one more round before he had to go home to change and get ready for his day of work. He asked her if she would join him that evening for dinner and told her to bring a change of clothes with her because he would be taking her to his apartment after dinner. She had to tell Amy how well her dinner with Boyd had went because she just wouldn't take her short explanation of, it had been wonderful. She finally whispered to her that she had slept with him and was glad that she had. She told Amy she had never had a man quench her desires as completely as Boyd had. Amy had squealed with delight telling her it was about time one of them had gotten laid. When the girls got home after work that night they got busy picking out the outfit she would wear for her dinner with Boyd that evening. She was going through her closet when she felt the hair rise on the back of her neck. Something was wrong and she couldn't put her finger on it yet. "Amy does everything look alright to you in the apartment?" Amy instantly became concerned, standing she asked Jade why she would ask that question. "Someone has been in my closet, my clothes have been moved." "How do you know that." she asked her? "Because I never shove my clothes this close together in order to keep them from getting wrinkles." The girls spent the next half hour going through the apartment, nothing was missing but Amy too had realized that someone had been in her closet as well. As soon as Boyd arrived to pick Jade up for their date the girls told him what they suspected. "Are you both positive that someone has been in here," he asked them? "Yes. We are positive Boyd, both of our closets have been gone through." Amy informed him. Boyd called his investigative team and told them to get right over to the apartment to process it. "I want both of you out of here for the night at least. Amy do you have someone you can stay with for the night?" "I can go to my sisters again I suppose." "No you aren't, we will go to a motel, your not making a two hour drive alone and this late at night. I'm not going to leave you to be alone tonight Amy, we can stay at a motel until the officers get done here." Well there went his plans for the evening but Jade was right that her friend shouldn't be alone nor make a long drive alone. "Can I have a rain check on dinner Boyd, I'm not leaving Amy alone tonight?" "Of course, but I'll drive you two to a motel, go gather up your things ladies while I give my men some orders." Boyd drove them to a nice motel, waited until they had registered then walked them to their room making sure they were both safe. He told them not to leave the room for any reason, nor to answer the door to anyone but him. He would be back later and would drop a pizza off for the girls for their dinner. "The ladies were right boss, more then one person has gone through this entire apartment. They were good, and if the girls hadn't noticed something wrong no one would have ever known anyone had been in here." "How many sets of prints have you found so far?" "I think we have five sets of prints at least. Two would belong to the women and some to you boss, but it's the ones we found in odd places that I'm sure belong to at least one or more others." "What do you mean odd places?" "When you explained why the women thought someone had been in here I told the men to check for prints in all places we wouldn't normally look for prints. We found two different sets on the bottom edges of both of the girls box spring mattress's on their beds. Again we found another set on the backside of each of their night stands. Then we found four clear prints on the under edge of the toilet tank top, where someone had lifted it carefully to look inside the tank." "Any signs of tampering of the locks on the doors or windows?" "That's the strange thing, no signs of tampering anywhere. Whoever was in here, had a key." "I'm going to go talk to the ladies and make sure you talk to the building superintendent and everyone else in the building. See if anyone noticed anyone strange in the building today."