I was about half an hour late for my meeting with Mike, and I was sweating bullets. Mike was a big broad-shouldered guy in his late thirties. His most notable characteristic was his shiny bald head. For reasons I could never understand, women loved his shiny head. They always wanted to run their hands over it while he was eating their pussy.
Mike was my bread-and-butter client, and I couldn't afford to lose him. He seemed not to notice my tardiness however, so I relaxed. In typical Mike Anderson form, he went to his office safe and got out a bottle of Glenlivet, saying, "It's five o'clock in Chicago." He poured each of us a healthy double shot, and we sipped it as we went over a list of deadbeats he wanted me to find. Finding people who weren't paying their bills isn't the most exciting work a private eye can do, but it keeps my bills paid.
By the time we finished I was feeling pretty good. I had been laid twice during my early afternoon meeting with my new client, Sonia, and my follow-on meeting with my horny secretary, Sally, collected $500 from Sonia, and now had two strong belts of Scotch in me and enough new work to keep me busy for the next two or three weeks. All of that since noon. Hard to top a day like that. Little did I know, but the day was to get even better.
Mike got up and poured us each another shot and then asked what I was doing this evening.
"Sleeping, if we keep this up," I responded after I took another sip of Scotch.
"How about you join me at the Lakers tonight," he proposed.
"You have tickets for the Lakers and the Bulls? Sure you bet! What time does the game start?"
He laughed. "No such luck pal. I meant dinner at the home of my new clients, Bill and Lucinda Laker."
"So what do you need me for?"
"Well, Lucinda invited me over for dinner, but I have to tell you, she is one horny wench, and I don't know of any way to ruin a lawyer-client relationship faster than fucking half the client base. I figured that since you are the least principled friend I have, I would bring you along, and if she wants to hop in the sack with someone, you can take a bullet for your old friend and best client."
"Well . . .I've had stranger assignments," I said, thinking of my meeting with Sonia earlier in the afternoon. "Do I get paid for this?"
Mike laughed, "Let me remind you of California Penal code sections 647(b) and 653.23 which make whoring and pimping a Class A misdemeanor of which you would be guilty, if I paid you, and I would be guilty, if I added your charges to my bill to the Lakers as an expense, which of course I would do . . . if I paid you that is. We don't either one of us want to go there."
"Okay, but I hope you aren't going to tell me she has a great personality," I said. "When my fraternity brothers said that, I always wound up with the sisty-ugler."
"Actually, she has a shitty personality but looks like a movie star, and, if my predecessor is to be believed, may possibly be the best piece of ass in the Western Hemisphere. That bit of knowledge is, of course, why he got fired and I now have the job. I don't intend to repeat his mistake."
"Did he just get fired, or did he get shot, beat up, blackmailed or otherwise seriously abused by a jealous husband."
"Just fired."
Well, he can't fire me, I thought. "So what does this Lucinda look like?" I asked.
Short and trim, dark hair, olive complexion, striking blue eyes, nice ass, and big tits that always seem to bounce like they are never encased in a bra," Mike responded.
"Okay, I'll go. The things I do for my clients," I said, actually thinking more of Sonia than I was of any sacrifice I was prepared to make for Mike.
"I will pick you up at 7:00 sharp," Mike responded. "Now get out of here, because I still have work to do this afternoon."
We got to the Lakers' house about eight. The girl who answered the door was definitely not Lucinda, and it was definitely not a problem. She was a tall, striking black woman, with a milk chocolate complexion. She was wearing a gold dress which was very loosely knit and did very little to conceal a fabulous pair of tits and a very long lean pair of legs. The dress went almost to the floor, but was slit up one side to nearly the top of her hip.
Mike apparently was well acquainted with this voluptuous creature, as he introduced me to her as Alicia. She greeted me with what I thought was going to be a peck on the cheek but turned into a slow languorous caress of my right ear with her snake like tongue. That combined with a very seductive perfume she was wearing just about made me weak in the knees. She finished the kiss and then said, "Bill and Lucinda are in the living room. Follow me." Her second sentence was combined with a world class "come hither" look.
As she walked away, I realized just how transparent her gold knit dress was, as I got a great view of her gently swaying naked (well, almost naked) ass.
I gave Mike a, who-is-she look, and he whispered, "Neighbor," to which I whispered in response, "I like the neighborhood."
There was one step down to the living room, which I deftly managed not to trip over even though my eyes were fixated on Alicia's nearly naked ass. However, I soon found a distraction. The couple in the living room rose to great us. Mike introduced Bill, who was a broad shouldered, lean six two and was wearing a pair of Dockers and a casual shirt that seemed to be missing the top two or three buttons. However, I barely noticed him as I was introduced to a fabulous pair of tits, which happened to be barely concealed in a black net top that was wrapped around Lucinda. As with Alicia, the dress did little or nothing to conceal a fabulous body underneath. However, Lucinda's dress below the knit top was different than Alicia's. Instead of falling transparently to the floor, like Alicia's, it was a filmy black crepe that didn't quite cover her ass. I couldn't tell if she was naked beneath it like Alicia, but I was most hopeful that I would find out shortly.
Mike introduced me, and Lucinda stepped forward and enveloped me in a greeting hug that mashed her delicous tits into my chest. As she broke the hug she deliberately dragged her chest to the left, rubbing her tits against my chest.
Bill's greeting was a more straightforward handshake, but it was a challenge to tear my eyes off of his sumptuous-looking wife to look him in the eye while we shook hands. I managed, barely.
Bill took drink orders and sent Lucinda, swinging her barely covered hips, off to the kitchen to get the drinks. God, that woman had a slinky walk.
We all found seats and Mike and Bill immediately began talking business, more or less oblivious of Alicia and me. It was like we weren't even in the room.
Alicia made one attempt at getting Mike and Bill to move on to a topic of more general interest. They apologized for talking business and then went right back to it. She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. Then you could see her get an idea, as she gave me the most lascivious wink I could imagine. She leaned back against the couch and proceeded to cross and uncross her long legs a couple of times. As she moved, the slit in her dress caused the dress to slide to one side of her legs and after about the third try, with only a little help from her left hand, I was getting a great shot of a freshly shaved pussy. The other two men were oblivious, so finally she just sat with her legs spread showing me a delicious looking cunt. I made no pretense of not looking, as it was obvious that she wanted to show off to me because the others were ignoring her.
About that time Lucinda came back in with a tray of drinks and instantly understood the situation. She said, "Can you boys tear yourselves away from business long enough for a drink?" As she spoke, Alicia demurely closed her legs, although she made no effort to cover them up. After she handed out the drinks, Lucinda dropped down on the couch next to Alicia, and, to my amazement, the other two men went right back to talking business.
I gave the two girls a shrug of the shoulders that said, "Who knows what's wrong with them," and they both giggled.
