My name is Rick Janison. I'm a private eye. Well, at least I try to be. I have a two-room walk up office in a down-at-the-heels neighborhood in LA. I carry a gun, not because I need one in my work, what there is of it, but because I feel a need to protect myself from the neighbors.
I have a secretary named Sally who is a sweetheart—a slutty sweetheart, but a sweetheart nonetheless. She stands about 5-7 with long dark hair. I wouldn't call her fat, but her thin days are long behind her. Just nicely rounded and curvy in all the right places. She has the most marvelous pair of big soft tits and and a nice broad ass—the kind you can get behind and really hold onto while you are fucking her from behind. Not really a movie star, but still very sexy and a great fuck. I pay her when I can, and she works when I pay her, which seems fair enough to both of us.
I paid her last week, so when I came in this morning (honest—it was before noon, but not much) she was sitting behind her desk doing her nails. She looked up and said, "Nice you could make it."
"Don't get smart," I said. "I don't see a long line of clients waiting for me."
"Actually there is a client waiting in your office. A Mrs. Sonia Richards. Says she needs your services badly and is willing to pay in cash, and . . . she won't hurt your eyes either."
"Hmmm. Finest kind," I responded as I hung my hat on the coat rack and walked towards my door.
I closed the door as I walked in and said, "Hello Mrs. Richards." She was a tall, leggy brunette with long auburn hair that hung down her back and her chest almost to the tops of her breasts. About the same height as Sally, but a good deal trimmer and lighter. Even though her face told me she was in her late thirties, she was obviously a woman who was investing time in keeping the body God gave her when she was twenty, and the investment was paying off.
She was sitting on my couch with her legs crossed. I noticed her legs right away, because they were long and shapely, and they were clad in a pair of dark nylons that nicely matched the black pumps she was wearing with the four-inch spike heels. The nylons were the old style, with a dark seam up the back. Her black skirt was conservatively long, probably knee length if she had been standing, but she wasn't making much effort to wear it conservatively. It wasn't especially tight below her hips, and she had let it slide well up her legs so I could see her thighs all the way up to the beginning of the lace top of her hosiery. A string of expensive-looking pearls and a simple white blouse topped off the ensemble, but several buttons were undone, so it provided a plunging neckline that revealed the beginnings of what I was sure were a great pair of tits. Her face was lean, with high cheek bones and large brown eyes that just wanted to suck you into her. Her long hair was shiny black, piled up in a knot behind her head. All-in all, a very nice package.
I took off my coat and hung it on the rack in the corner of my office. Instead of sitting behind my desk, I pulled up a chair backwards and sat down in front of her with my legs wrapped around the back of the chair and my arms folded on the top. Before I spoke, I released the buttons on my cuffs and rolled my sleeves up to the top of my forearms. Sitting behind the desk might have looked more professional, but given that I hadn't been laid in a couple of days, I was more interested in the view.
"What can I do for you, Mrs. Richards?" I was trying to sound professional, but mostly I was thinking about how good it would feel to have those long legs wrapped around my head while I lapped at her pussy.
"Well," she said, as she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, "I am looking for someone who can tail an unfaithful spouse and get pictures of infidelity."
By this time I was so distracted by her luscious legs and exhibitionist tendencies, that I was more or less running on autopilot. "Yes, ma'am, I have a lot of experience at that. I charge $65 per hour plus out-of-pocket expenses, with a $500 advance."
She leaned forward to get her purse, giving me a great view of her luscious-looking tits, barely covered by the minimalist bra she was wearing. She knew I was soaking up the view and paused while she retrieved the cash from her purse, just so I could enjoy it—or she could enjoy showing me. I didn't really care which. At this point I was so horny I would have taken the job without an advance, but she pulled out a wad of cash big enough to choke a horse and peeled off five C notes, which she laid on the coffee table.
My mind jumped back to business, and I remembered to ask
question one
: "Mrs. Richards, is your husband violent? My hourly rate is higher if the guy I'm tailing is dangerous."
"Who said anything about tailing my husband?" she said, as she very slowly and deliberately re-crossed her legs giving me a good look at a pussy unecumbered by panties.
I didn't respond until she got all the way through her little show, which caused this subtle smile to float across her face. I tried to ignore the fact that she knew she was driving me nuts, and was enjoying every minute of it.
When we got through with her little exhibitionist drill, I asked, "Well, just who do you want me to tail and take indiscreet pictures of?"
"Why me, of course," she responded. "You really wouldn't mind taking pictures of me having kinky sex with someone I am not married to, would you?" She kind of purred as she said it.
"You see," she said, "My husband and I have always had an open marriage. Our deal is that we each date other people and then afterward we tell each other abut the sex in graphic detail while we're fucking. It was a part of our wedding vows—well, not the vows we said in church. There is nothing that makes that big dick of his harder than hearing me talk about how I seduced someone else." As she spoke, she spread her legs and slid two fingers into her now very exposed pussy.
"But Mrs. Richards, you are willing to bet the $500 you laid on the table there, which is by the way non-refundable, that some really hot pictures of you and some other stud will make him even harder?" I was amazed that I still had enough business sense to mention the non-refundable detail, given that all of the blood that should have been in my brain was in my dick, which was turning my suit trousers into a pup tent.
"Yes," she said, "Oh, and please call me Sonia." As she spoke, she slid down in the couch and pushed her hips forward so she could push her fingers deeper into her cunt. She squished them around in there for a moment and then pulled them out and sucked the juices off of them before putting them back in place. Meanwhile her other hand was massaging one of her tits.
My gift of gab was about gone. I just watched while my dick got harder. Finally recovering just a bit of my commercial sense, I said, "All right, Sonia, when do I start?"
"How about now?" she responded. Her voice was low and breathy. It had dropped at least an octave since she had shoved her fingers into her cunt.
"So who is the infidelity with?"
"You just take the pictures, I'll make up the story to go with them."
"Okay. I have to go out to the front office to get the camera," I said as I stood.
"How is your secretary going to react to that tent in your trousers?"
"She has seen a lot more of my cock than this," I said.
"Will she be jealous?"
"Not when I explain that this is a paying case. She gets paid when I get paid. Besides, it is not like we have some kind of big romantic thing. We just fool around when things get slow around here."
"Sort of fuck buddies?" she asked.
"Sort of, yeah," I responded. "We are both too horny to get by without it for very long, so we accommodate each other."
"How convenient. How do your spouses feel about that?"
"They don't feel, because we don't have spouses," I said.
"Oh. Well, run along and get your camera, and if I think you are doing a good job I will let you cum on my tits, because my tits covered with cum is the picture I really want. It will drive my husband wild."
