Before I begin let me first thank those having already started reading the Nick Stud series and assure those in doubt that I am indeed Nick's originator. For those of you unfamiliar with him let me now welcome you in the hopes you will derive enjoyment. This was the first writing of Nick Stud and has never been posted. I thought some of you might like to read of his beginning. Oh yeah, keep them cards and letters coming folks. Nick loves reading them.
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Case of the Seductive Woman
I'm sitting behind my desk, feet propped on the top cleaning my nails when SHE walked in, kind of smooth like silk. It had been a slow week and she brightened an otherwise dull day. I give her the eye, you know, looked her up and down. Nice legs, or what could be seen peeking from the hem of her calf length dress.
I guess I should say more about said dress. It was one of those with buttons starting at the neck just below her chin and running all the way down the front to the hem. Bright red, it was, with each button of a golden color, shiny like. Maybe the buttons holes were worn out, or maybe something else, I don't know, but most of them didn't find their way into the holes cut for them. Looking at her legs I saw quite a bit of one since so many buttons were left undone up to mid-thigh and was it shapely with obvious firmness.
My eyes drifted up and took in her slim waist as it was actually pinched by the overly snugness of her dress. Further up was more evidence of the button hole problem, holes with no buttons half way to her waist. You got it, there was more than cotton stuffed inside making it stand out so well from her chest as the open front exposed a lot of cleavage.
"Hi. I'm Monica." Her voice was just as silky as her walk and deeply sultry.
"What say, Monica. I'm Nick Stud, but you can just call me Nick."
"The sign on your door says you're a private dick."
"That's private detective and I'm very private."
"OK, Nick or should I say stud. You look like you might be one."
"That's my business. Now, lady, what can I do for you?"
Leaning over more than needed she pushed her behind out to sit in the chair in front of my desk. When I say more than needed I mean she gave me a real good look down the front of her almost buttoned dress. A little glimmer of light from the floor and I would have seen her belly button. Sitting she crossed her legs. Did I mention her legs yet? They went all the way from her buttocks to the floor and then some. Her legs crossed most of her one thigh was delightfully exposed. A real site if you know what I mean, one to conjure up sexual arousal like I was getting.
"I need protection, a body guard."
"I don't do personal protection. Too risky and the pay's lousy."
Monica got up and walked nervously around. She didn't have far to walk since most broom closets are bigger than my office.
"I know I can't pay much, but I'm sure the fringe benefits will more than make up the difference."
Yeah the fringe bennys I thought to myself a smirk twitching the corners of my mouth as my eyebrows lifted. So I'm a dirty old man, but I knew what was coming next and sure enough it did.
"Benefits like this," she said opening more of the buttons on top. Being the dress was so tight on her well endowed chest the top spread apart exposing much more of what was hidden inside.
"Yeah I know," I commented. "And when you don't get the reaction you expect more buttons get undone and you bare your chest and let me see your naked breasts. Been there before lady and that's about as far as I've ever gotten. Now do us both a favor, squeeze yourself back inside your dress and scram. Like I said before, it risky and the pay's lousy. Beat it, I've got real paying clients to worry about."
There was a loud sniff and almost a tear from her eye as she lifted her head high, real snooty like, pulled the top of her dress into place and stomped out. She all but broke the glass in the door as it slammed shut.
A couple of weeks passed and I was real busy. Found a lost dog, snapped some pictures of a husband screwing his secretary. Then there was more pictures of his wife doing the milkman. Read tons of junk mail and manicured my nails to perfection. Yup, it was about as busy as I get.
The door opened and Monica was back only this time sporting a shiner on her left eye and was it a beauty.
"Doorknob?" I asked sarcastically.
"Ex-boy friend. He's the reason I came here in the first place."
She slumped in the same chair as before. In place of the sexy button down dress she wore a blouse and skirt, one of those billowy flowing things with lots of pleats. A lot of jiggling and bouncing took place inside her blouse making it obvious there was nothing between her and the material. Instead of crossing her legs she just let them drift apart. Yeah the hem was high and lots of leg showed along with a goodly portion of her chest. Did I mention the round bumps sticking out on her blouse? Well they sure did and not just a little bit not to mention the smaller bumps right in the centers.
"OK, you might have me convinced you need help, but why me? I don't advertise personal protection." I was getting interested and not in just her case.
"I like the name Nick and Stud made you sound tough. I like a tough man."
"So I noticed," pointing to the shiner.
"Not that kind of tough. I like a man that can take care of himself and treat me like a lady. Maybe I picked the wrong 'dick'.
We talked more about her problem and I decided to take the case. I still wonder if her prompting had anything to do with my decision. It seemed the more we talked the more relaxed and friendly she became coming around behind me and rubbing my neck and shoulders. How did she know I was a sucker for such treatment? Some how my chair got turned sideways and she was running her hands over my shirt covered chest. It did feel good. Soon enough her hands drifted lower and I felt her rubbing my crotch.
"Better not do that," I said lifting her hand away. "Never know what might come up," but I knew it was to late. She couldn't have helped but feel my growing arousal.
She pouted but went back to sit in the chair. Her legs crossed, the hem riding up letting me see even more thigh than before. Wow, I thought watching her hand slowly, teasingly stroke the exposed inner skin.
"Do you carry a gun?" she asked.
