Anita Reaming Undercover

Undercover

An Anita Reaming Erotic Mystery

By Magda McKune

Chapter 1

I pulled on a light blue crotch length silk robe over my naked body and headed to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee.

I glanced out the window over the kitchen sink and noticed a big red Cadillac in our driveway. The driver's side door opened and a woman with wavy black hair wearing a fox fur coat climbed out. "Laymee?" I called. "Are we expecting company?"

My partner appeared at my side wearing a matching mini robe of red silk. "Oh shit. Is it 10:00 already?"

"It's 9:38."

"It's our client. She must be early."

I glared at the girl. "Ya' think?"

"Let me go put some clothes on."

"Forget it," I snorted, hooking my hand on her arm. "She'll just understand she caught us off guard by arriving early."

"Maybe 9:30 in the morning isn't early for her," Laymee protested as I dragged her out the side door behind me.

The woman paused with her fist raised ready to knock on the door to our garage office. She looked at us, her face an expression of mild surprise. "Anita Reaming?"

I nodded and smiled. "That's me."

The woman's eyes scanned our casual wardrobes. "I hope you don't mind that I'm a tad early."

"Don't be silly." I glanced at my partner." "We were just... relaxing." I unlocked the door to the office and held it open for her. "Please, won't you come in?"

The lady stepped into our outer office. I pulled Laymee close to me. "You could have told me we had a client this morning," I whispered.

"Sorry. It must have slipped my mind."

I playfully swatted her bottom. "I'm gonna give you such a spanking later."

"Promises, promises."

I stepped past the woman and gestured to the open door of my office. "Please, won't you come in Ms. -?"

"Childers," she said, entering my office. "Sophie Childers."

Laymee and I followed. "And what can I we do for you, Ms. Childers?"

The woman stood by the padded armchair in front of my desk. "First of all," she said matter-of-factly, "You can remove your clothes for me."

I stopped. "I beg your pardon?"

"Take your robes off... both of you, if you please."

I furrowed my brow with a puzzled expression at our guest, then looked at my partner. Laymee just shrugged and opened the front of her robe wide for our client's examination. I thought it an odd request, but didn't feel uncomfortable in complying. Hell, wee bared our bodies to cheering and leering crowds almost every night. Any inhibitions regarding baring my body to strangers had vanished years ago. I opened my robe and shrugged it from my shoulders, the garment slipping down my back and arms to my wrists.

The woman looked at our naked display without expression. "Very nice," she stated quite clinically. She turned and sat in the cushioned chair in front of my desk. "Thank you."

Weird, I grimaced, pulling my robe back on. "I take it you wanted to check us out for concealed weapons?" I asked, moving behind my desk.

"Or wires?" Laymee snorted.

The corner of the woman's mouth curled up in a tiny smile. "I realize my request was a bit unorthodox, but I assure you my meaning will become clear after I explain my situation."

I sat in my desk chair and rested my forearms on the desktop. Laymee moved behind me and rested her hand on the back of my seat.

"As you may or may not know," Sophie said, "I run an establishment on the North side of town called Madam Sophie's."

"I think I heard of it," I mused. "Isn't that a -?"

"Whorehouse," Laymee interrupted.

The woman gave a nominal shrug. "For lack of a more politically correct term, yes. But mine is a very fine establishment catering to a limited clientele. Quite respectable in every way."

"I'm sure it is," Laymee grunted.

"My niece is getting married next month," Sophie continued. "My sister's daughter. Sissy asked me if her daughter could have our mother's diamond wedding ring. I was hesitant since mother had passed away years ago and the ring was the only thing I had left to remind me of her. I finally agreed, however, since it would remain in the family and her memory would live on."

"Very generous of you," I said.

"Ah, but therein lies the rub," she said. "I took it out of my safe deposit box at the bank last week. I intended to have it cleaned before delivering it to my sister later this month. She could have it sized for Rebecca's finger. That's my niece - Rebecca. Anyway, I left it in my desk at work - locked, of course. But when I checked on it two days ago, the drawer was jimmied open and the ring was gone."

"Stolen?" I asked.

"Apparently."

"You're thinking one of your clients took it?" Laymee asked.

"I don't think so. Most of them are very wealthy and influential people. I doubt any of them would stoop to burglary."

"You'd be surprised what some people are capable of," Laymee huffed, resting her arm on my chair.

"Then who do you suspect stole it?" I asked.

"One of my girls, of course. I showed the ring to them the evening I brought it from the bank. Most of my girls have been with me for years and it never occurred to me that one of them might steal something of mine. I would hate to think I was wrong about one of them."

"And you never showed it to any of your clients?"

"No."

"Could any of your girls have shown the ring to a client?"

"As I said, my desk was locked. I checked the ring the day after I put it in my desk, and once again two days ago. That was when I discovered it missing."

"What happened two days ago that made you want to check on it?"

The woman looked a little uncomfortable. "There was an incident," she hedged. "One client got a little rough with one of the girls. Hurt her pretty bad."

"I thought you said your clients were respectable," Laymee snorted, crossing her arms over her bosom.

"I said they were wealthy and influential. Very powerful, some even dangerous. I didn't know that this one client had begun to use cocaine. He became violent. By the time my girls and his friends intervened, Julie was beaten rather severely. They had to take her to the hospital."

"I didn't read about that in the newspaper," I said.

"You wouldn't," Ms Childers replied. As I said, these are very powerful and influential people."

"Nice," Laymee snorted.

"I suppose I got a bit paranoid over the situation and worried about the safety of my mother's diamond ring. It was then that I discovered to my horror that it was gone."

"So you think maybe one of your girls used that incident as an opportunity to break into your desk and steal the ring?"

"It's a possibility."

"And you want us to find out which of your, um... ladies did it."

Ms. Childers nodded. "You happen to have a unique professional advantage in this situation, Miss Reaming," she said. "If the police department started snooping around, or even if a male detective started interrogating my girls they'd clam up and we'd getting nowhere. But if someone of your special talents and appearance were to win their confidence - "

"I see where this is going," Laymee groused. "She wants us to go under cover."

I looked at my partner with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

"She wants us to pose as a couple of whores."

I turned to our guest. "Is that true?"

The woman reddened slightly. "Well... "

"That's why she wanted us to show our naked bodies to her when she came in," Laymee snorted.

"It will only be for a day or two," Sophie interjected.

I sat in silence, weighing the possibilities of the case. Laymee rested her hand on my shoulder. "Tell me you're not actually considering this?" she scowled.

I raised an index finger to our client. "If you'll excuse us for a moment," I said. "I have to confer with my associate." I swiveled my seat to the side and gripped Laymee's collar, pulling her face close to mine. "It's only for a day or two," I whispered. "And she'll be paying us."

"It's a whorehouse for Pete's sake," she murmured under her breath, her face inches from mine.

"We'll be investigating a case. And it's not like you've never had sex with a complete stranger before."

"Having sex for fun and sex for money are two entirely different things."

Ms. Childers cleared her throat and we both looked at our client. "I'll pay you five hundred dollars in advance," she said, laying five crisp bills on my desk. "It's yours even if you don't find the thief."

I turned my face back to my partner. "You heard the woman," I whispered. "Cash in advance."

"Well... "

"I'll even let you wear my favorite red corset.

"And that sexy black leather bustier?"

"Yes."

"And your Italian high-heels?"

"Deal!"

Laymee expelled her breath in a sigh. "It is only for a couple of days."

I pulled her mouth down to mine and gave her a long wet kiss. "Do you know how much I love you?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Chapter 2

Madam Sophie left us with a photograph of the ring so we would know what we were looking for. It was a picture of her right hand with the ring on her fourth finger. The setting had a collection of dazzling diamonds in an unusual arrangement. We shouldn't have any problem identifying it once we found it.

I hoped the ring hadn't been fenced by one of Sophie's girls yet, if one of them was indeed the culprit. The girl would surely have skipped out on her employer the moment she had the cash in her hands. No, I was certain the ring was still well-hidden, but it was only a matter of time before it would be sold.

I suspected the thief had an accomplice to help sell the stolen ring. Most pawn shops and jewelry stores have surveillance cameras in use in case of robbery. Sophie's girls would want to unload the hot item, but wouldn't want to be caught on camera dumping it. If she had an accomplice, like a man posing as a regular customer, he could exchange the ring for cash and spilt the booty with his partner. It would be much harder to catch the thieves red-handed if there were two of them.

We called Police Detective Nick Noble to help us with the case. Nick helped us with cases before, partly because we rewarded his assistance with plenty of hot wild sex. The cop was a tall blonde handsome stud that could endure an all-night sex-a-thon with Laymee and me. And he would leave us both satisfied, which was a surprising feat in itself.

Detective Noble arrived around noon as Laymee and I were packing for our stay at the whorehouse. We filled a single suitcase for the two of us, knowing we didn't need much else besides naughty nightwear.

The man let himself in the kitchen door and found us in the bedroom. "Taking a trip?" he asked.

"Not exactly," Laymee snorted as she dug through the dresser looking for her sluttiest lingerie. "More like a working vacation."

"We're on a job," I explained. "A woman hired us to recover a stolen diamond ring." I handed him the photograph. "Could you please circulate this picture to the pawn shops and jewelry stores around town for us?"

"Sure thing," he nodded. "Why is your client going through you and not the police?"

"Well, our client doesn't want too many cops nosing around and asking questions. It's bad for business."

"Oh? What kind of business?"

Laymee turned to him and scowled with her hands clamped on her slender hips. "A whorehouse, if you can believe that!" the girl spat acidly. "Anita wants us to pose as whores for a couple days to catch this jewel thief."

The man looked at me and her with an expression of incredulity. His face suddenly burst into a wide smile and he had to turn away with his hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out loud with laughter.

I threw up my hands in disgust. "Yuk it up," I snorted in a huff. "This happens to be a genuine case we're in and I don't know any other way to get the inside information."

The cop expelled his breath in a loud guffaw. "I'm sorry!" he laughed gleefully. "When you ladies decide to go deep under cover, you really get immersed in the role!"

Laymee glared icily at me. "I knew we'd get that kind of reaction from him."

Noble turned to me and laughed, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Forgive me, but I just had a vision of you ladies sitting in the parlor waiting for your customers to arrive."

"Don't laugh too hard, Nickie boy," I grinned, stepping closer and patting him on the arm. "You are going to be one of those customers."

His smile instantly disappeared. "What do you mean?"

"Well, neither of us will be here when you need to contact us about the jewelry stores and pawn shops. We'll be working so we can't have a cell phone with us and you can't call the whorehouse without blowing our cover. The only way to get a message to us is to deliver it in person."

The man gaped at me incredulous. "No!" Laymee grinned and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Oh yes," I chuckled.

Nick gaped at me and turned to Laymee, his eyes pleading. "I can't be seen going into a whorehouse! My career as a policeman would be over!"

I grinned and balled my fists on my hips. "Then you better make sure nobody finds out about you or us or anything else about this case."

Our friend winced in dismay. "How do I let you ladies talk me into things like this?"

"Awww baby," I cooed lovingly, slipping my arm through his elbow. "We have it all figured out. When you show up at the cathouse, I'll take you up to my room so we can talk in private. And as long as we're up there, you may as well act the part of a genuine paying customer." I raised my hand and caressed his cheek with my fingertips. "Immerse yourself in the role, so to speak."

"Or you could find yourself being my customer," Laymee leered. "And I guarantee that look of sheer and utter exhaustion when you leave won't be an act."

Nick sighed dolefully and shook his head. "You girls are going to be the death of me yet."

Madam Sophie led us up the stairs to our rooms. "I'm going to have to treat you the same as the other girls here," she explained. "If you are to be convincing as new girls under my employ."

"I understand."

"Each girl usually entertains three to four clients a night," she said. "That's about one an hour."

"I understand."

"But we sometimes have to go into overtime if one of the girls is sick or we get really busy."

"Fair enough."

Sophie opened the door to my room. It was about the size of a regular bedroom with a full-size bed, dresser, table and chair. "Every client gets an hour of your time, regardless if he wants a hand job, blow job, intercourse, or just wants to cuddle and talk."

I nodded with understanding and looked around as I set my suitcase on the bed.

"Any questions?" she asked.

"Not right now."

"All right then." She opened the door to leave. "Clients start to arrive around eight o'clock. Be down in the parlor before then."

"Knock knock," Laymee called, rapping her knuckles on my bedroom door and poking her head inside. "Are you decent?"

"That question is still open for debate."

The girl stepped into my room and closed the door behind her. My ruby red corset fir her perfectly, falling just above her matching silk red panties and pushing her petite titties up enough to make them very inviting indeed. A pair of red stiletto high heel shoes completed the ensemble. "So, do I look all right?" she asked.

"You look very sexy."

I had my foot up on the bed, hooking the clasps of my black lace garter to the thigh high stockings. The matching half cup brassiere lifted my boobs up higher with the nipples peeking invitingly over the top. No panties for me. A sheer transparent crotch-length black shawl covered my nakedness just enough. I stepped into my black high heels and turned to my friend. "How do I look?"

"Like a whore."

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

"I just had a chat with one of the other girls named Angela," Laymee said leaning her back against the wooden door. "She said that the girls working for Madam Sadie don't get much pay for humping customers all night. In fact, she said it was little more than white slavery."

"Sounds like she had a good motive for stealing the jewel."

"I thought so too, but she dismissed it a moment later by telling me it sure beat freezing her ass off on the corner as a common street whore. She used to work for a pimp with six girls in his stable until he got his guts carved out in a barroom knife fight."

"Yeck," I grimaced.

"Angela told me she was on the street starving to death before Sadie took her in. She said that this isn't the best game in town, but at least it's a roof over her head. Sadie screens the clients pretty thoroughly so the girls don't have to screw every asshole with twenty bucks in his hand. Plus, she now has some days off and a few friends to pal around with on those days, too."

"I take it, you believe Angela is no longer on our list of suspects."

Laymee shrugged a shoulder. "I don't think she'd risk being tossed out onto the street again."

"Hmmm," I grunted. "Then we still have three more suspects to go." I glanced at the small clock on the table beside the bed. "I suppose it's time we get to work."

Laymee and I went down to the parlor to meet the other girls. Sophie was there with her four girls. She turned and smiled to us. "Ladies, this is Anita and Laymee. They'll be working with us now."

I smiled and nodded to them in turn. "Pleased to meet you."

There were two girls sitting on the couch - a mousy brunette and a tall slender blonde with big tits. A voluptuous redhead sat in a high back arm chair and a skinny girl with long black hair and heavy Goth makeup sat next to her.

"This is Melinda," the madam said, gesturing her hand to the mousy brunette. "She's my little baby. I feel very protective of her, so I only allow her to be with very special clients."

"And you save the kinky pricks for us," the Goth chick snorted.

"That's Cleo," Sophie explained. "She likes it rough."

"Pleased ta meet cha," Cleo sniffed apathetically.

"And this is Tiffany," the madam said, indicating the blonde. "She's been with us for six years now. My most experienced girl."

I smiled at the blonde. She had a wild mane of long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and big artificially-enhanced tits. I could tell they were fake because they were too round and firm and perfect. Nothing wrong with that. They still felt the same. Muffy at the club had big basketball tits and loved to have men tittie fuck her huge melons. Maybe that's why she got them so big in the first place. You could drive a goddam Greyhound bus through that sexy girl's cleavage.

"And the redhead is Ruby," Sophie said.

"Appropriately named," Laymee nodded.

"It's not her real name," Cleo scoffed. "Nobody here uses her real name."

"But it's my real hair color," Ruby protested. "All over. Even my pussy. Here, take a look." She spread her legs and hiked her tight black mini skirt to her waist, baring her pantiless muff to us. "See?"

"Very nice," I nodded with approval.

"So what brings you here?" Cleo asked.

Laymee crossed to her and sat in a chair beside her. "We're both raving nymphomaniacs," she explained. "We fuck guys, girls, trannys, you name it." She leaned back and crossed her long sexy legs at the knees. "Anita and I have been busted for soliciting so many times, we're lucky we're not in the slammer right now." She smiled sweetly at me. "We figured we could join you girls for a while to help curb our insatiable lustful appetites."

Cleo expelled her breath in a guffaw. "You are so full of shit!"

Laymee gave the woman a condescending smile. "I once fucked a man to death."

The girls all laughed, but then stopped when they noticed we weren't laughing with them. Cleo looked at me and I nodded soberly. "No fucking lie."

The Goth chick whistled low. "Damn, girl."

"But I'm not into kinky shit like you are, my dear," she sighed apathetically. "I merely have a process of draining every last ounce of fluid from their bodies... just like a spider. Yep, that's me... the Asian fucking black widow."

Ruby and Tiffany looked at me with incredulity. I nodded my head seriously. "No fucking lie."

A few customers came to call shortly after eight o'clock.

Madam Sophie led a tall attractive blonde man over to me. "This is Anita," she smiled cordially. "She'll take good care of you."

I rose to my feet and took his hand in mine. "Let's go upstairs, baby," I smiled sweetly.

The man appeared to be a tad nervous. Probably his first time with a hooker. "Um, okay."

I led the way up the stairs to my room and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Don't be nervous, honey," I smiled, moving to his side. "I won't bite... not unless you want me to."

The guy stood with his hands clasped in front on him. He looked to be about thirty years old, almost six feet tall with short black curly hair wearing black slacks and a light blue long sleeve shirt. "I, um... I'm not nervous," he explained. "I was wondering... could we just talk a little?"

I shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed. "Whatever floats your boat." I patted the mattress at my side. "Come sit by me." The man sat with his hands clasped in his lap. I place my hand on his. "What's your name, honey?"

"Jeremy."

"What do you want to talk about, Jeremy?"

My client stared at my hand on his. "My wife died almost a year ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Her name was Jennifer. She was young and blonde and beautiful. She looked a lot like you."

"Is that why you picked me?"

"I don't know... Maybe."

"Did you want to make it like you were with her again?"

Jeremy shook his head. "No. I know she's gone, and pretending she isn't won't make me feel any different." He raised his eyes to mine. "I want to be with a woman again, but I'm not sure I can. You know?"

I nodded and lifted his arm and draped it around my back, leaning my body close to his chest. "I understand." Jeremy held my shoulders as I rested my head on his chest. "It's all right baby. There's nothing wrong with wanting to be with a woman. You won't be dishonoring her memory if you need to feel a female body in your arms again."

"I guess that's it," he sighed. "I want to know it's okay to desire another woman. I know it isn't love. That's not what I came here for. I came here to remember what it felt like. Is that bad of me?"

"No baby. I think it's sweet." I angled my face up and kissed him softly on the lips. "Somehow, I think Jennifer would not want you to spend the rest of your life weeping over her. She'd want you to join the living, and that means being with a woman again."

"I suppose you're right."

I straightened and kissed him again, warm and tender. This man was hurt and confused and came looking for solace and comfort. He thought he needed a sympathetic shoulder, but I doubted that was what he needed right now. Especially if he came looking for it in the local whorehouse.

I moved my lips close to his ear. "I think I have just the thing to pull you out of your depression," I murmured.

"What's that?"

I rose to me feet and stood before him, shedding my shawl from my shoulders onto the floor. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra and dropped it by my feet. I moved closer wearing nothing but the lacy garter and thigh-high stockings and high heels.

"Wow," he exhaled reverently.

"I want you to make love to me, Jeremy," I cooed, straddling my legs over his lap and facing him. I began unbuttoning his shirt. "We can turn the lights off if you want to pretend I'm her. You can call out her name if you like." I opened his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. "Just make love to me, like a woman needs to be loved." I pressed my naked chest to his as my lips met his. He returned my kiss with warmth and growing passion. I knew the man needed a friend and also a stranger to jumpstart his life again. I was more than happy to provide that service.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed into my mouth as I kissed him hungrily.

"And you are one sexy man!" I unfastened his belt and the top of his pants. I rose to my feet and stepped back, lowering to squat on my haunches. "Let's see what you've got hiding in there!" I tugged his pants down over his hips to his ankles exposing a swelling boner. Looks like the young man still had cravings for the opposite sex after all. "Yummy!" I leered, wrapping my hand around the shaft and sucking the crown in my mouth.

"Oh yeah," he exhaled, his fingers digging through my blonde tresses. "Oh yeah."

I sucked and pumped his manhood to full erection, fingering my cunny with my free hand. I wanted to be gentle with the man, but also needed to snap him back into the land of the living as well. I moved back on my knees and pulled off his shoes and pants. "Do you have any preferences?" I asked.

"No... not really."

I rose up to stand. "Then let me take the lead." I kissed him on the mouth again. This time he returned my kiss with plenty of enthusiasm and I knew he was ready for some depression-breaking sex. "Follow me." I crawled onto the bed and sat on the middle of the mattress. "Come here." Jeremy climbed next to me and I eased his onto his back. "Let me drive for a while," I grinned. I leaned down and sucked his cock some more, the man gently caressing my bare back and hanging hooters. "You like my tits, honey?" I cooed.

"Yes,"

I rose up onto my knees and swung a leg over his chest facing him. "You're going to like my pussy even more." I raised one leg and rested my foot on the bed by his side and reached down to guide his stiff prick to my waiting hole. I eased the head in an inch then raised up, gradually lowering myself down a little at a time until he was fully sheathed inside me. "What a beautiful cock you have," I breathed, placing my knees by his hips and slowly riding his hard prick.

"God you're beautiful."

"Feel my tits." Jeremy did as he was told, cupping and massaging my wobbling mounds in his palms. "That's it, baby," I cooed. "Damn, what a great lover you are."

"Really?"

"Oh yes," I rasped, increasing my riding tempo upon his hard pole. "Some girls tell the client that to make them feel studly, but you are definitely one grade-A fuck."

"You seem to be doing all the work."

I leered down at him. "You prefer to take over?"

"Sure."

I leaned my body down onto his and met his lips in a passionate kiss. Jeremy wrapped his arms around my back and rolled me onto my side and then onto my back. "You wild man!" I giggled. "Yeah baby!"

Jeremy rose up with his hands on the mattress by my ribs. "God, you're one sexy woman."

"You make me one hot woman!" I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck. "My pussy needs you real bad!"

"Oh yeah?" He began slowly easing in and out of my wet cunt, my body seemingly on fire with lust.

"That's it, baby!" I squealed. "Give me that hard hot cock!"

"Oh, Anita," he panted. "You are so good!"

I gaze lovingly up into his sweet face. "Not Jenifer?" I murmured.

The man stared down at me, his pace never slackening. "No. I want to make love to you. Just you. You're the only woman I'm with right now."

"That's so sweet," I mewed. I felt my loins tingling with the mounting expectation of a climactic release. "Well, lover boy," I leered, "you're gonna make the woman you're with right now cum big time."

"Really?"

"Yes really! Bring it home, baby!" Jeremy picked up the tempo of his stroke and I felt myself edging nearer a major orgasm. "Oh fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" I gripped his sides tightly and arched my spine, crushing my big boobs to his bare chest. "Oh yes," I whimpered. "Make me cum!" My body began to tremble and shake and I felt the juices welling up inside me waiting to be released. "Don't stop," I begged, my breath coming in short staccato gasps. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes... " Jeremy continued to slam away at my burning wet cunt and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. My body jerked and wrenched with a major orgasm, my cunt exploding with a torrent of nookie nectar onto his thrusting pole. I snapped my head back and gritted my teeth as every muscle tensed like a coiled spring and then was released. I wrenched and spasmed below him, finally falling spent atop the mattress.

"Did you cum?" Jeremy panted above me, his cock making sloppy squishing sounds as he pumped in and out of my sated slit.

"Hooo yeah," I sighed contentedly, my arms limp at my sides. "In a big way."

"I'm getting close."

I raised my hand and gently caressed his face. "Cum inside me baby," I cooed softly.

"You sure?"

"Yes lover, I'm sure."

The man slammed home a few more times, then rammed hard and deep inside me, blasting his gooey load into the deepest depths of my womb. The sudden sensation made me cum again, my hips jerking under him and releasing another gush of pussy juice down the crack of my ass.

Jeremy lowered his body onto mine, his cock still sheathed in my sated snatch. I wrapped my arms around his back and held him close to my bosom, my flesh tingling with the afterglow of a sensational fuck.

"Oh yes, baby," I purred into his ear, "you definitely still got it."

Jeremy raised up onto his elbows and gazed down into my eyes. "You're not just saying that."

I shook my head. "My pussy hasn't been this satisfied in a long long time."

The man smiled and I could tell his confidence in himself just went up several notches.

He slowly eased himself out of me and I was immediately saddened by the loss. "Thanks, Anita.," he said softly. "You don't know how much being with you has helped me tonight."

"Ooh baby," I cooed dreamily, caressing his face with my fingertips. "It was my pleasure!"

The man cleared his throat and rolled off the bed to fetch his clothes. "I, um... would like to see you again sometime, but... "

"But you don't want to make a habit of coming here," I interrupted.

"Something like that. Nothing personal."

"It's okay. I understand." I crawled off the bed and drew my purse out of the stand beside the bed. "I have something for you."

"Something for me?"

I handed him a card that offered a free guest pass to the gentleman's club. "If you ever get the urge to check out naked ladies again, stop in here some time. I know the girls there. Tell them Anita. sent you and they'll really take care of you."

"You don't have to - "

I hushed him with a finger to his lips. "This evening has meant a lot to me as well, darling. This is my way of saying thank you."

Jeremy smiled. "Glad I could be of service!"

I moved close to him and kissed him warmly on the lips. "Good luck, Jeremy."

The man smiled. "You are one very special woman, Anita."

Chapter 3

I sat beside Melinda in the parlor. "So how long have you been working here?" I asked.

"Too long."

"Oh, this business isn't that bad." I glanced up to see Madam Sophie accompanied by a huge burly man twice my size with a big black beard. He must have been a pro football linebacker. I swallowed audibly. "Perhaps I spoke too soon."

Sophie smiled and gestured to me with her hand. "Anita would love to take care of you, sweetie."

I rose to my feet and took the big fellah's beefy paw. I smiled warmly at the man. "Let's see if we can't find a fantasy we can fulfill together, honey."

Hopefully it wouldn't involve squashing a pretty prostitute like a bug.

I led him into my room and shut the door. "What can I do for you, big boy?"

The man turned to me, his monstrous arms dangling loosely at his sides. "I want you to treat me like the naughty boy that I am."

I stared at him speechless, my mouth agape. "Say what?"

The bruiser looked sheepishly at his feet. "I've been a bad boy."

"Oh crap," I murmured under my breath. This was going to be a long night.

I was right. It had been a very long night. I fucked four strangers that evening. Not that I had a problem with that part of the assignment. I fucked strangers plenty of times before, usually after dancing and baring my body at the strip joint. Being exposed to so much naked female flesh and lecherous groping customers, I often felt the need for release after work. Laymee was my usual partner to help get me off, but sometimes I would go home with one of the other girls at the club or one of the customers if he was really cute or I was really horny. Casual sex was no big deal to me. It was merely a way of satisfying the needs of the flesh.

But things were different working as a prostitute in a whorehouse. You didn't get to choose who your bed partner was or had the luxury of saying no thanks if you didn't feel like rolling in the sheets with that particular gentleman. It was simply wham, bam, thank you ma'am, and on to the next customer.

I handled four clients that night - sad Jeremy, Big Bruiser who wanted to be spanked, a gray-haired codger who hadn't had some decent pussy in decades and a skinny red-haired kid who wanted me to tie his wrists to the bedposts and pretend I was his mommy. Creepy. I needed a shower after that last one.

I thought about the other girls who worked here. Timid Melissa and the blonde bombshell Tiffany. They had to do this shit every night of the week. Four men or more every night, fucking weird bastards who couldn't get laid any other way but to pay for it. Some of them were lonely guys looking for female companionship like Jeremy. Others simply wanted to live out fantasies with a stranger who would never tell about their depraved desires to anyone. It was a sick and crazy profession and I felt pity for the girls who had to endure it.

I knew Laymee didn't have a problem working undercover in such a reputable environment, but I wasn't sure how much more I could take before I went nuts.

Perhaps that's why one of the girls stole Sophie's diamond. They'd do anything to be free from this sexual prison. Even after a single night I was thinking about the same thing myself.

I lay under the covers, staring at the ceiling in the dark. So much for the life of a whore. It wasn't so bad, actually. I wouldn't want to do it all the time, the way the girls here had to do. But I could imagine a harsher life for a woman to live. But what really got to me was the abject futility of it all. These girls had to offer their bodies for the sexual pleasure of strangers no matter how they personally felt about it. And they had no alternatives either. What kind of jobs could they get after putting down 'prostitute' as previous employment experience? How would they live? Where would they go? It didn't seem like they had much choice in the direction their lives would go.

I couldn't blame Madam Sophie too much. She was, after all, offering employment to these girls and a roof over their heads. It sure beat standing on a dark street corner in the pouring rain, offering some john a blowjob for rent money. Madam Sophie ran a clean establishment and verified the legitimacy of the clients at the door. The girls didn't have to worry about a psycho slashing them up or forcing them to do weird kinky shit.

But it was a lonely existence. So sad that these girls only had each other on their path to nowhere.

I strained my ears to hear my bedroom door creak open and shut again. Bare feet padded to the bed and I felt the bed sheet lifted at my side.

"I hope you don't mind," Laymee whispered as she slid under the covers next to me. "It felt so lonely in my bed all alone."

"It's all right honey." I pulled her naked body to mine. I was nude as well. Force of habit from sleeping with a nymphomaniac. Clothing merely got in the way. We would wear scant lingerie from time to time, but that was only to get our partner in the mood and was quickly discarded once the friskiness began.

I pulled Laymee's body close to me and draped my arm across her tummy. "I love you, girlfriend."

Laymee kissed me tenderly on the lips. "I love you too, Neets."

I heard the door creak open again. "Anita?" Tiffany whispered quietly. "Are you asleep?"

"No honey," I replied softly. "What is it?"

She stepped into the darkened room and closed the door behind her. "I was wondering if you might want some company," she whispered. "Most of us girls don't get a lot of love and affection unless we get it from each other."

"Of course, baby," I murmured. "You're welcome to join us."

"Us?"

"Laymee is here too."

"Oh. I can leave you -"

"Nonsense," I said. "Please join us."

"Well... okay." She padded over to the bed as Laymee shifted her body over me to my other side. Tiffany slid under the covers, sandwiching my body between her and Laymee.

"Isn't this cozy?" I giggled as we all snuggled under the sheets.

"I hope we don't get any more company," Laymee chuckled softly. "We'll all end up on the floor."

Tiffany draped her arm over my tummy and rested her head on my shoulder. "After fucking johns all night, a girl needs to feel needed and wanted, not just for her body, you know?"

"Yes darling, I know." I shifted my arm behind her back and smoothed my hand along her spine. She wore a sheer lacy satin teddy. "Why not lose the sleepwear so we can cuddle better?"

The girl wrestled her body under the sheet, peeling the garment down her legs and off her feet. She kicked the sleepwear onto the floor. "Much better," she cooed softly, snuggling into my side.

"Definitely."

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not." I kissed her tenderly on the forehead. "Get some sleep, honey."

Tiffany sighed contentedly and smoothed her hand over my bare tummy. "You two are such nice girls. It gets pretty lonely around here. All the family we have are each other."

"How sad," Laymee whispered.

"I suppose," Tiffany murmured. "But we get to be very close, much closer than most families ever get sometimes. Some girls have sisters and never talk with them, and they never cuddle with them like this."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I have a sister and we were never this close." I smoothed my hand down her naked back. "I like having you in bed with us."

Laymee snuggled closer to my other side. "Is it permitted to have sex with the other girls, Tiff?"

The blonde giggled. "Whatever we do outside or working hours is our own business."

"Laymee is a nymphomaniac," I explained. "She's a natural in this profession, though four customers a night may not be enough."

"Not a problem," Tiffany chuckled. "I personally wouldn't mind a little girl-girl action with her now and then."

"Shift over," Laymee spoke into my ear. "Let Tiffany be between us."

I expelled my breath in a sigh as I shifted our blonde companion over the top of my body and took the outside position. "Happy now?"

"Not yet," Laymee giggled as she snuggled up to our new friend. "But give me a few minutes!"

"You're incorrigible."

"And perpetually horny."

"Perhaps I can help with that," Tiffany tittered.

I sighed dolefully and shook my head. "I'm not going to get any sleep, am I?"

"Not for a while," Laymee giggled. "You may as well participate."

I rolled onto my side and cuddled closer to our blonde playmate. "I'm not going to listen to you two getting it on without being a part of it."

"You're fun!" Tiffany laughed. "I'm going to like having you be here with us."

"Don't be too thrilled, Tiff baby," I warned. "Laymee has a way of wearing women out."

"Bring it on!" the blonde laughed.

Laymee snuggled closer to her new friend, her hands roaming over her bare flesh. "You know, I think I'm going to like it here too."

I pressed my chest to Tiffany's back and wedged my crotch against her butt. My arm snaked over her side and between her legs; my fingers probing for her vagina. Tiffany crushed her mouth to Laymee's in a wet passionate French kiss and moaned with pleasure. Laymee's hand smoothed over the girl's leg to her hip. It was all so very hot and erotic.

I felt Tiffany's hand rub against mine as she fed her fingers between Laymee's legs. She was fingering my lover as I probed her cunt. I tenderly kissed her neck and shoulder as my fingers dug deeper into her snatch. Tiffany reached her arm behind her and stroked her palm over my side and hip. I nibbled up her neck and kissed her ear. Tiffany whimpered with lust and moved her hand faster and deeper into Laymee's pussy.

"Oh, honey, yes," Laymee rasped into Tiffany's mouth as she savagely kissed our partner. "Finger that hot wet cunt."

I probed my hand deeper into Tiffany's vent, my fingers seeking the sensitive nub of her clitoris. The girl trembled with desire as my fingers made contact. "Oh, yes," she mewed into Laymee's mouth. "Touch me there." I wiggled my fingers around her clit, the girl shivering with stimulation against my chest.

"You're getting close," I murmured into Tiffany's ear. "Are you going to cum for us?"

"Oh, yeah," the blonde mewed. Her body quivered in anticipation of a satisfying release. "Please, make me cum."

Laymee slid her hand up the girl's side and groped her breast in her fingers. Tiffany increased the pumping action of her hand in Laymee's snatch. I kissed up her neck and nibbled her earlobe. The additional stimulation was enough to tip her over the edge. Tiffany shuddered and jerked against my body as she climaxed onto my fingers. She gasped into Laymee's mouth, my Asian lover cumming at the same time. My two partners gradually relaxed and sighed with contentment.

"That was nice," Tiffany whispered.

My lips nibbled her neck and shoulder. "Yes, it was." I removed my fingers from her seeping slit and wiped the tips on her curly pubic mound. "It's nice to make love with girls for a change."

Laymee tenderly kissed our blonde companion on the lips. "You just got this lady going, girl." Tiffany giggled with glee as Laymee stroked and caressed her chest.

I expelled my breath in an irritated huff. "Figures." I rolled away from the pair and pressed my butt against Tiffany. "If you two don't mind, I'm going to try and get some sleep."

Tiffany giggled behind me and I chuckled to myself under my breath. It had probably been a long time since the girl had felt such intimacy and passion from another woman. I imagine it might be a long time before she feels it again after Laymee and I depart. I released a sigh and closed my eyes to catch some sleep. Best to let the poor girl get her fill of pure unrestrained love from my partner while she could.

Chapter 4

I stirred awake to sunlight coming through the sheer curtains on the window. I forgot to pull the blinds shut before going to bed last night. I grunted and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow.

I realized I was alone in the bed. Oh yeah, I remember. Laymee and Tiffany were getting to be too wild in their lovemaking for three on the bed so I sent them to Laymee's room. I could use the rest anyway. I didn't need the sex - I'd get plenty more that night. That is, unless we solved the case before eight that night.

The bedroom door creaked open and closed. I didn't have to look up to know who it was. Laymee crossed to the dresser and set a cup of coffee down, the heady aroma filling the room. "Mmmm," I grunted into the pillow. "Coffee."

Laymee sat on the bed at my side and caressed my bare back with her palm. "How are you doing?"

"I miss my own bed."

"I know how you feel."

I rolled onto my back and smiled dreamily up at her. "Good morning, my love."

Laymee leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. "Good morning."

"Did you make it a long night?"

"Not too long. Tiffany is very sweet and a wonderful lover. But she's very sad. I think she wants out of here but has nowhere else to go."

"You think that's strong enough motive to steal Sophie's diamond ring?"

"Maybe, but I doubt it. She strikes me as a girl who's too innocent to even contemplate such a thing. I don't believe she has it in her."

I took my lover's hand and pulled it to my bare chest. "I got the same feeling from Melinda. She wants out too, but is too timid to steal from her employer. Now I wouldn't put it past Cleo though."

Laymee nodded and gently caressed my tit with her hand. "Cleo strikes me as a bad ass, but she's not dishonest. And if she had a diamond ring in her possession, I doubt she'd still be here. She'd cash it in at the first place she could find and head for Las Vegas looking for some rich dude to take care of her. No, Cleo is a wild woman, but if she stole that ring, she'd be gone."

I stroked my hand over my lover's knee below the crotch-length blue bathrobe. "You in a hurry to go somewhere?" Laymee laughed and shed the garment from her shoulders. I lifted the sheet and she slid under the covers to snuggle close to my side. "Much better," I murmured, pulling her close to my body.

"Much."

I draped my arm over her back and caressed my fingers over her bare skin. "Any feelings about Ruby?"

"Nope. She's an enigma. One moment she's miss cutesy and the next she's a sensuous seductress. I think she has a split personality or something. Or maybe the innocent girl part is real and the sexy vamp is playacting for the customers. I just don't know."

I smoothed my hand over her bare flesh. "So we got possibly Ruby and Cleo as suspects. Either that, or one of the customers. Somehow, I don't buy the idea of a client sneaking into Sophie's office when no one was looking. How would anyone know where she kept it or that she even had it at all? No, it has to be one of the girls."

Laymee absently draw her fingers around the creases of my breasts under the sheets. "So what do we do?"

"We make love and then we find the thief."

My partner giggled and craned her lips up to meet mine. "You always have a way of making things sound so simple."

I kissed her and smoothed my hand down her back to grope her perfect ass. "Everything becomes clearer when you start the day by making love with the girl of your dreams."

Laymee shifted her body above me, her silky black hair cascading over her bare shoulder. She lowered her lips to meet mine. "I don't have any problem with making love to the girl of my dreams."

I caressed my hands over her sides and down to knead her butt. "Neither do I."

Shortly before noon, Laymee and I met with Madam Sophie privately in her office. The woman sat behind her desk with Laymee and me in the padded chairs in front of her.

"Are you making any progress?" the client asked, leaning forward and clasping her hands top her desk.

"I believe so," I nodded. "We narrowing the field of possibilities, but we don't want do discount any wild card options either, just in case we guessed wrong."

"Care to share what you have so far?"

"I prefer not to. If I tell you that it may be one of the girls, you might start acting differently around them. Perhaps not even consciously or intentionally. The suspect may feel you being cold or cautious around her and possibly tip her off that we were on to her. Without evidence of any wrongdoing, we may cause some hard feelings between you and one of your girls without reason. I don't want to stir up any animosity over this thing is I can help it."

The woman nodded soberly in agreement. "You have a point." She leaned back in her chair and eyed us curiously. "So what is your next move?"

"We work here another night."

Laymee expelled her breath in a snort of disgust. "I was afraid you'd say that."

I turned to her. "It isn't that bad, is it?"

"No, of course not. Only I prefer to choose my sexual partners myself if you don't mind."

"I never knew you to be so picky."

Sophie offered a wry smile. "I don't mind you ladies working for me for a while. You can stay here for another week if you want. The customers love you and so do the girls. Plus, it helps bring in an extra bit of income for me to have two more ladies available for services."

"But we need to solve this case for you before too long," I replied. "I doubt the culprit will want to hold onto that ring for very long. Hiding it here is risky and the thief would be eager to cash it in and run. No, if we don't find the crook by tomorrow, I'll give you a report of what we know and call it quits."

Madam Sophie nodded her head in acceptance. "Fair enough."

We rose to leave. "Oh, one more thing," Laymee added as an afterthought. "I can take some of Cleo's extra kinky clients tonight if you want. I believe I can teach those bad boys a thing or two about discipline and submission."

I grinned at my companion and patted my hand on her arm. "Feeling like playing the dominatrix, are we?"

Laymee casually shrugged a shoulder. "It'll help get some frustration out of my system and let me act out a role I don't normally get to play." She smiled at me. "Unless you would allow me to indulge myself from time to time."

I raised a palm to stop her. "Not me, lover-girl! Vent your angst out on the poor fellows here so that I don't have to suffer your wrath when we get back home."

Laymee grinned at our employer. "She is such a pussy sometimes."

I spanked my lover playfully on the rear. "I'll give you pussy, you naughty little minx you!"

My partner laughed and followed me out the office door. "Promises, promises."

I was cleaning up the dishes from lunch and glanced out the kitchen window to see Melinda outside snipping at the hedges with a pair of clippers. The girl seemed to be lost in thought. She kept glancing up and down the street as she absently trimmed the bush. I turned to heat some water for tea in the microwave. I put a mug with tap water inside and set it for two minutes. I turned back to the window. Melinda was talking with a young man. He was tall and slim with short red hair. Kind of cute in a gangly sort of way. He must have been passing by and stopped to chat with the pretty girl.

Melinda glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, then kissed the lad on the mouth. And it wasn't a friendly smooch either. This was a full-blown lover's kiss. My eyebrows went up. Either that boy was one fast worker or the two knew each other from before.

The microwave dinged, signaling my tea water was ready. I removed the mug from the unit and dropped a teabag into the hot water. I turned back to the window to see the two young lovers were gone. How curious. I opened the kitchen door and peeked out. Where had they gone to? I slipped quietly out of the house and crept around the corner toward the back. I found Melinda and her beau in a dark alcove in a passionate embrace. Oh yes, they definitely knew each other from before.

I watched them for a moment. These two kids were in love. I suppose that happened, even to prostitutes. A client comes to visit a time or two and soon a blossoming romance is formed. No worries about your girlfriend putting out for you either. But then again, she puts out for anyone who has a few bucks in his wallet.

I left the two alone. It may not mean a thing to this case, but I now had one suspect with a strong motive for thievery. But Melinda was too mousy and timid to pull a caper like this by herself. Perhaps the accomplice angle applied to this case after all. Maybe the boy heard about the diamond ring and was seducing the innocent girl to snatch it for him.

In any event, I was going to keep a closer eye on the little lady.

I sat in the parlor next to Tiffany, checking out her latest shade of candy apple red nail polish. I wore a light blue camisole and matching lace panties. Madam Sophie joined us. "Looks like Anita. already has a following," she smiled happily. "Word of mouth must travel fast."

I gave her a puzzled look. "What are you talking about?"

"A customer is asking for you specifically," she replied. "He got word of how great you were from a friend of his."

I turned to my blonde companion and shrugged a shoulder. "I didn't think I was so special."

I looked up to see Nick Noble standing behind the madam. He wore a light gray polo shirt and tan slacks. Very sexy. "Are you Anita?" he asked.

"Yes," I smiled pleasantly, rising to my feet. "You heard about me already?"

"From a customer of yours last night. He couldn't stop raving about you."

"Well then, honey," I grinned, taking his elbow and steering him toward the stairway. "Perhaps I'll have another customer visit me tomorrow night after hearing you rave to him about how great I am."

I led the way into my room and shut the door. "So how goes the investigation?"

Nick crossed to the bed and checked the mattress with his hand. "One jeweler remembered seeing the ring. He recognized it from the photograph." Nick sat on the bed. "It was a few days ago, so he already recorded over the video tape. But he remembered the boy who brought it in."

"The boy?" I frowned, crossing to him.

"Yes. He remembered him because the kid didn't want to leave the ring with the jeweler. Usually, it takes a while to do a thorough examination of the piece if they want to appraise it properly. The boy didn't want to leave it, which sounded a bit suspicious."

I sat on the bed beside him. "Don't tell me - he's tall and thin with short red hair."

"Yes. How did you know?"

"I had a hunch. I hoped I was wrong. But now we have a solid suspect in the case."

"Does that mean your days as a prostitute are over?"

"Not just yet," I grinned, draping my arm around his shoulder. "I still have one customer I have to take care of first."

"You don't have to do this, you know. You don't have to go through with it just for me."

"But we have the room for a whole hour," I cooed, rising to my feet to stand before him. "And since you paid to be with me - reimbursed by my client of course - you may as well take full advantage of the situation."

"Full advantage?"

"Oh yes," I leered, reaching down and peeling his polo shirt up and over his head. "I'm here to satisfy your every fantasy, lover-boy."

"That may take more than our allotted hour."

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I doubt you can handle more than an hour with this sexy wanton woman."

Nick rested his hands on my waist and pressed his lips to mine in a tender kiss. "Don't bet on it." He kissed me hungrily, his hands sliding behind me to grope my rear. "You'll be surprised at how much of this woman I can take."

I draped my arms around his neck and leaned my face closer to his. "So, what's your fantasy, honey?" I cooed seductively.

The man raised his hands and groped my full mounds in the light camisole. "Making love with you would be the best fantasy I could possibly imagine."

I grinned and leaned closer, my lips brushing his. "Then let's see if we can make that particular fantasy come true, shall we?" I kissed him passionately, my tongue snaking into my lover's mouth to tangle with his. Nick slid his hands down to my waist. "Take off my panties," I exhaled into his mouth. The man hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband at my hips and eased my briefs down my legs. "That's it, baby," I rasped, kicking the garment aside. "Feel my pussy." My lover slipped his hand between my legs, his fingers rubbing along the soft delicate folds of my vagina.

I moved my hands down to his pants and opened his fly. I reached inside and wrapped my fingers around his dick. It was getting hard and thick and long. I could tell I was really turning him on. Good thing - his fingering of my pussy was getting me horny and wet and ready to fuck this hot stud.

"Oh yes baby," I breathed lustily, passionately kissing his mouth. "You got me so hot for you."

"Same here."

I lowered to squat on my haunches between his legs and dropped my mouth over his cock as my hand pumped the swollen shaft under my chin. Nick dug his fingers through my dark tresses as I bobbed my head up and down to suck his prick. I had fucked the cop many times in the past, but I was much more horny for him at that very minute than I ever was before. It must have been the role-playing that made our love-making so erotic. I was the slutty prostitute, eager to satisfy my paying John so that he'd brag all about it to his pals and make them want to pay to fuck my hot pussy. For tonight this man was my customer and I was going to give him his money's worth.

Nick gripped the sides of my camisole and peeled it up my body. I paused from sucking his cock to straighten and toss the garment aside. "Damn, you have nice tits," my client breathed reverently.

"My tits like your nice hard cock," I leered, leaning forward and clamping my big breasts around the shaft of his stiff pole. I pressed my hands against the sides, flopping my boobs up and down to tittie fuck him his dick.

My John dug his fingers through my dark tresses. "Damn you are one hot woman!"

"Hot and ready to fuck this man's hard cock!" I rose to my feet and rested one knee on the mattress at his side. I hooked my hands onto his shoulders and shifted my other knee onto the bed to face him. "Shove that nice big cock into hot wet cunt, you sexy lover!"

Nick slipped one hand around behind me and guided his dick to the opening of my ready pussy. I slowly lowered down onto his lap, the man's warm thick meat gradually filling my vagina. "God you are so hot," he exhaled.

I stared into his eyes as I took every delicious inch inside me. "I love it when you shove that beautiful thick cock into me." I settled onto his lap down to the very base, my cunt filled to capacity with his manhood. "Oh yes, you're filling me!"

My lover clamped his palms onto my bare ass and raised me up a little and settled me back down again to ride his hard prick. I stared evenly into his eyes. "Is this part of your fantasy honey?" I cooed softly as I humped his cock.

"Oh yes," he rasped. "And so is this."

He rose to stand and held my rear, lifting me up. I squealed with delight and hooked my ankles together behind his back. The cop bucked his hips to fuck me standing. "Yeah baby!" I giggled happily. "You are one wild man!"

"Damn you are so fucking gorgeous."

"You're pretty sexy yourself, stud-boy!"

He turned us around and lowered me down to lay on the bed on my back. Nick leaned over me with his palms on the bed by my sides as he resumed his stroke into my damp snatch.

"Oh, fuck yes," I moaned, gripping his sides as he slammed into me. "Fuck that hot wet cunt!"

Nick plunged deep inside me with every stroke. My cunny began tingling and I knew I was getting close to a climax. I clamped my legs around his back and pulled him deeper into me with every thrust.

"Damn you are so hot," he growled, his hard cock ramming to the very base with each satisfying penetration. "You are so fucking beautiful."

My mind was reeling in ecstasy as my tits wobbled about my chest in cadence to his reaming rhythm. I gazed up into his handsome face. "Oh baby, you're gonna make me cum."

The man increased his stroke, slamming even harder and deeper into me. My mind swam with erotic delight and my flesh danced with static electricity. My loins tingled and I knew I was close to orgasm. And it was going to be a big one. "Don't stop," I whimpered. "Please baby, don't stop." Nick pounded away at my seeping twat and I felt my juices welling up inside me. I gripped my lover's sides tightly, my cunt on the verge of exploding. I clenched my teeth and arched my spine off the bed, my body tensing like a coiled spring as I strained to hold back the floodgates of my tingling vagina.

"Oh, my lover, yes," I wept, my body quivering. I was so close to orgasm I couldn't think straight. "Oh, baby yes." Nick continued his relentless assault until I couldn't hold back any longer. My body suddenly jerked and spasmed, my limbs tensing and shaking and my sated cunt burst with a torrent of pussy juice onto his thrusting rod. A long deep gutteral moan escaped my lips and I strained my back off the bed, my body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of cunt cream exploded from my snatch. I was cumming again and again in a massive mind-blowing orgasm! It seemed to last forever. Oh, how I prayed to God that it would! I squeezed my eyes shut, my moan raising in pitch to a scream of sensual release. My mind and body were transported to the very edge of the universe and back again in a single instant. Every fiber of my being was electrified with stimulation and I felt both inside my body and outside it. The sensation was incredible! I had orgasms before, but this one beat them all hands down. Having a lady lover was wholly satisfying, but to have a genuine man's thick hard cock filling your cunt was not a sensation to be missed.

I jerked and thrashed like a bucking pony then collapsed spent atop the bed, my arms falling limp at my sides. Nick continued to drill away at my seeping slit, a river of cunt cream running down the crack of my ass. "Holy fuck," I moaned weakly. "I can't believe you didn't come yet."

"Almost there," he grunted through gritted teeth.

"Cum all over my nice big tits," I panted breathlessly.

Nick pulled out and crawled up the bed, his glistening cock in his pumping fist. He suddenly snapped his head back and grunted, a spew of gooey jizz splattering over my full melons. He stroked his dick in his hand and shuddered, a smaller load pelting my cream-covered boobs. The man knelt beside me, panting and stroking his spent dick at my chest.

I weakly raised my hands and smeared his sticky spooge all over my bare titties. "Holy shit honey," I sighed dreamily. "You definitely satisfied a fantasy or two for this girl tonight."

My lover leaned down and kissed me tenderly on the lips. "And more than a few for me as well."

I reached my hand down and took his limp dick in my hand, stroking his soft manhood in my fingers. "When this case is over, you definitely have to give me a repeat performance."

The detective smiled down at me. "Absolutely." He kissed me softly. "I would never miss the opportunity to be with this gorgeous woman."

"Mmmm," I purred contentedly, savoring his gentle kiss. "And maybe fulfill another fantasy or two for the both of us."

Chapter 5

Laymee and I stood beside Madam Sophie's desk as Melinda entered the room. "Please close the door," Sophie stated coolly.

Melinda did as she was told and meekly crossed to the madam's desk. "What is this all about?"

Her employer stared at the girl impassively. "These two ladies are private investigators. I hired them to find out who stole my mother's diamond ring. They believe it was you, Melinda."

The girl stared wide eyed at us and back at her.

"We know you did it," I said. "What we don't understand is why."

The young prostitute stared at me incredulous. "What don't you understand? Take a look around you! This is a whorehouse!"

Madam Sophie regarded her with a stern expression. "What has that got to do with anything?"

"What kind of life can a girl expect to have in a place like this?" she pleaded. "Having sex with three or four different men every night."

Laymee shrugged with indifference and crossed her arms over her chest. "I've yet to hear the downside to this job."

"Please don't think I'm ungrateful, Sophie," the girl continued. "I appreciate everything you've done for me since I came here. You gave me a roof over my head and a place where I felt welcome. But I don't want to be a whore forever. I want a chance to lead a normal life. I never intended to hurt you. All I wanted was a chance to get out."

Laymee frowned. "I don't follow."

"I do," I nodded. "Melinda found herself a boyfriend."

The girl lowered her head and stared at her feet. "It's true. His name is Calvin. He comes here every Friday night as a regular customer. We love each other and he even wants to marry me. But he's very poor. He's an auto mechanic at a local garage. We were saving every penny we could so we might be able to start a life together." Melinda looked up at her employer. "And when you showed us that diamond ring, I knew it was my ticket out of here. I stole it and was going to give it to Calvin to sell. Then I could leave here and we could be married. I was planning to pay you back some day, only I couldn't miss this opportunity to start a new life with the man I loved."

Madam Sophie looked at the girl with soft eyes. "I had no idea you were so unhappy here."

"Not unhappy, just trapped. I mean, who could ever want to start a life with a whore like me? It's not exactly a professional experience I'm proud of."

"Do you love him?" the woman asked.

Melinda looked at her employer with pleading eyes. "More than anything in the world! And I know he loves me too. When he comes to see me every Friday, we don't make love. We sit and talk the whole time, making plans for our future together. He's the man I want to spend the rest of my life with."

Madam Sophie rose from her chair and moved around the desk to the girl. "I never wanted to make you feel like a prisoner here," she said gently. "You could have left anytime you wanted."

"And go where? With what? Until Calvin came along, I had no future. I had nowhere else to go." She sighed dejectedly and averted her eyes to the floor. "I suppose it was a nice dream while it lasted."

The madam placed her hands on the girl's shoulders. "You may keep the ring," she smiled. "Sell it for whatever you can get. Consider it my wedding present to you."

Melinda looked up incredulous. "Really?"

"Yes. I wasn't all too fond of allowing my niece to wear my mother's ring anyway."

"But... I don't know what to say."

Sophie smiled warmly. "You never did understand what this business is all about, did you? We're here to make dreams and fantasies come true. Well, little one, time for a dream to come true for you for once."

Melinda burst into tears and held her employer in a long embrace.

Laymee chuckled and shook her head. "She is going to be one wild and crazy bachelorette party I sure wouldn't want to miss!"

My Asian partner flopped onto her back across the bed. "God, it feels so good to be home," Laymee sighed dreamily. "I'm glad we have the night off from Big Jack's. All I want to do is soak in a nice hot tub."

I dropped our suitcase on the floor by the bed and moved to her. "I can do you one better, lover-girl." I crawled onto the mattress at her side on my hands and knees. "You and me in a nice hot tub with piles and piles of thick foamy suds... a glass of wine... candlelight... and soft music."

"Mmmm," she cooed, raising one hand to caress my face. "Sounds heavenly."

I lowered my lips to meet hers. "I'll draw the bath water. Don't fall asleep on my now."

"Not a chance."

I kissed her again and climbed off the bed. "Back in a bit."

I crossed to the door. "Anita?" Laymee called.

I stopped and turned to her. "Yes?"

"Having sex with men is great, but it's nothing compared to making love with the woman I love."

I smiled happily at my dearest friend. "My sentiments exactly."

I sipped a taste of zinfandel from my flute glass of wine, the soft music wafting from the CD player atop the bathroom countertop. Laymee sat between my legs facing away from me, her back resting against my chest. I gently caressed her breasts under the mounds of soapy bubbles. "This is nice," I murmured quietly.

Laymee rested her head against my shoulder and sighed contentedly. "You are such a romantic."

"You bring it out in me, lover-girl."

She stroked my bare thigh at her side under the water. "I love you, you know."

"Yes, I know."

My partner sighed and gently brushed her fingers along my leg. "It's so sad that there are girls who have to make a living like that," she mused. "Trapped in a life where they have to sell their bodies in order to survive."

"I know. I wish we could do something about it." I expelled my breath in a dejected sigh. "Even if Madam Sophie closed her business, another cathouse would spring up to take her place."

"The law of supply and demand," Laymee grunted.

"Or else those girls would find themselves on the street, turning tricks to survive. They'd be worse off than they are now. At least with Madam Sophie, they have a roof over their head and Sophie to check out the Johns at the door. It isn't a great life, but it is better than it could be for girls like them."

"Yeah." Laymee tilted her head and kissed me on the chin. "I have an idea. We can offer to pay for the girls to go back to school during the day and get a proper education. If they want to get out and make a decent life for themselves with a good job, we can offer to pay for their training. They don't have to take it if they don't want it. All I'm saying is we can send them to classes and it's up to the girls what they want to do and where they want to go once they get a decent education."

I grinned down at my partner. "Now who's being the romantic? You're always the one who wants a happy ending to every story."

Laymee giggled and pulled my arm around her waist. "We helped a young girl find love and romance, we solved a case and got paid for it, and I'm with the love of my life. Can I help it if I want everyone to have a happily ever after just like us?"

"No, my love," I smiled, kissing the side of her head. I held her tightly to my bosom and pressed my face to her cheek. "And happy endings with you sure don't get much better than this."

I glanced up from reading my glamour magazine on the sofa to a knock on the front door. I glanced at the clock on the wall. 11:35 in the morning. Surely Laymee was not back from running her errands so soon? And even if she was, she wouldn't knock. Must be unexpected company.

I crossed to the door and opened it to find a beautiful blonde in a pink tee shirt and short denim shorts standing on the front stoop. "Tiffany!" I grinned widely, taking the woman into a warm embrace. "What are you doing here?"

The woman hugged me to her breast. "Sophie told me what you and Laymee wanted to do for us girls. I was so touched by it that I had to come thank you in person."

"I'm so glad you did! Please come in."

I opened the door wider for her to enter. Tiffany smiled appreciating at the decor as I closed the door behind her. "Nice place you have here," she observed.

"Thanks. Would you like some tea or coffee or something stronger?"

"Tea is fine," she smiled sweetly.

"Come join me in the kitchen." I led the way with my friend following close behind. "So how is everyone?"

The girl alit on a stool at the counter as I filled a kettle with tap water. "It's just Cleo and Ruby and me now. Melinda moved in with her boyfriend. She's out of the business now, lucky girl."

I set the kettle on the stove. "Envious?"

"A little. I ran away from home when I was fifteen." She cupped her big fake tits in her palms. "I made a living on my back and spent my earnings on these babies. Not that I needed them. Guys will fuck anything that will lie on her back and spreads her legs."

"So you're going to take us up on our offer?"

"Yeah. Turning tricks is all I know how to do. I would like to get my GED diploma, if only to make me feel like I'm not such a loser, you know?"

"And then what?"

Tiffany sighed and rested her forearms on the countertop before her. "I don't know. Get a job as a secretary or receptionist or something. Businesses like to have pretty girls up front to greet the public and answer the phones. Doesn't take a lot of skill, but a high school education would certainly help." She sighed and stared down at her hands clasped atop the counter. "But seeing Melinda get out makes me want to get out too. The job isn't as fun as it used to be now that I have a future to look forward to."

I rested my arms on the counter across from her. "You think Madam Sophie would be too upset it you left her employ?"

"Not if it was to get a better life for myself. She wouldn't want us to feel trapped if we had somewhere else to go."

I gave her a sardonic smile. "How do you feel about working as a topless waitress?" I asked. "At least, until you get your diploma and land a receptionist job."

The girl returned a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

The tea kettle began to whistle and I removed it from the heat. "I just happen to have some pull at a certain gentleman's club where Laymee and I dance several times a week. They could always use a pretty blonde girl like you as a waitress."

"But that's a night job, isn't it?"

I dropped two tea bags into a teapot and poured in the hot water. "Yes, it is."

"I couldn't do that, not so long as I'm working at Sophie's."

I turned to her and hooked my arm through her elbow. "Come with me." I led her from the kitchen to the spare bedroom. I stopped in the doorway and gestured to the bed. "Welcome home, sweetheart."

Tiffany wrinkled her brow with a quizzical look. "I don't get it."

"You can quit the whorehouse and come to work at Big Jack's Gentleman's Club with Laymee and me. This can be your bedroom until you find a real job and apartment of your own."

The girl gaped at me in shock. "You're serious?"

"Of course. Laymee and I really like you and would love having you stay with us. The only catch is you have to put up with us wanting to have sex with you once in a while, you hot sexy honey you."

Tiffany stared at me. "I don't know what to say."

"I do." I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my lips to hers. "Welcome home, darling."

Tiffany kissed me, her body shaking as tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. "Oh God, I can't believe this is happening to me!" she gasped. She kissed me passionately, her arms caressing over my back. "You make me so incredibly happy!"

"I'm glad." I leaned back and smiled warmly at my friend. "Let's have some tea and I'll call my boss and arrange for him to meet you."

The girl sniffed back the tears. "You really think he'll hire me?"

"Definitely. Don't spread this around, but big Jack is secretly in love with me. He'll hire you tonight without question if I ask him real nice."

My companion smiled sweetly. "I don't doubt for a minute that everyone is secretly in love with you."

I raised my hand and wiped the wetness from her cheek. "Laymee should be back any minute from her errands. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to find out you'll be staying with us."

"You sure she won't mind?"

"Of course not, darling. You are a wonderful and loving girl. And very sexy. We want you to stay with us, and join us in our bedroom on occasion if you like."

"Yes," she smiled joyfully. "I certainly would."

I gave the girl a grin and patted her on the rear. "Laymee can't resist a story that has a very happy ending!"

I caught sight of Tiffany tending to a pair of cute customers, the men quite appreciative of her bare buxom boobs and slender contours. The waitress was laughing and enjoying her herself immensely. She could actually be herself and have fun without a concern that she had to have sex with anyone unless she willed it.

She was tasting freedom for the first time in many years and it was absolutely delicious.

Tiffany smiled and winked at me. She was so glad she made the choice to take me up on my offer to come work at the club and move in with us. I knew things would work out just fine for her in the end. She just had to have a little faith in herself.

I carried a tray of empty glasses and bottles back to the waitress station when I spotted a familiar face among the customers. I wove my way over to his table and struck an alluring pose with my hand on my shapely hip. "Well, hello there," I cooed seductively. "Fancy meeting you here, lover-boy."

Jeremy looked up at me with wide eyes. "Anita! What are you doing here?"

I smiled and set my tray of empties on the table. "I work here." I gestured to my near nudity with only a thong covering my crotch about the size of a postage stamp. "You think I wear this outfit for a night out on the town?"

The man returned a wide grin as his eyes took in my perfect hourglass figure. "I suppose not. But I certainly do approve of your choice in wardrobe!"

"Silly boy!" I laughed, lowering to sit in his lap. "You've seen me in much less."

"Not a whole lot less," he chuckled. "So, you're a waitress now?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Waitress and dancer. We all take turns waiting on the customers so that we get a chance to make good tips." I shrugged a bare shoulder. "It beats turning tricks on your back for a living."

"Then I take it you've given up the other business."

"Yep. Count yourself among the lucky men who got the chance to hire me before I retired."

"I definitely was a very fortunate man indeed."

I giggled and shifted myself in his lap, pressing my bare bosom against his chest. "It's good to see you smile," I said sincerely. "And I'm glad you're finally back among the living."

"One day at a time," he nodded. "And you definitely helped me out in that respect."

I caressed my fingers along his jaw. "You're a very handsome and loving man. I'm sure you'll find another woman who deserves you before long."

Jeremy gave a wry smile. "Are you offering?"

"Sorry, this girl's already taken."

"He must be a very lucky man."

I shook my head. "Not a man. That girl up there dancing around that pole is the true love of my life."

My friend's eyes followed mine to see Laymee gyrate and undulate her sinewy form on the raised stage. "She's very beautiful. Just like you."

"Sweet talker!" I giggled. "Actually, Laymee and I have started a side business together."

"Really?"

"Yes. We help cute guys who have had some emotional trauma get interested in women again by smothering them with lots of feminine flesh. Sort of a sexual therapy, if you will."

"Sounds intriguing."

I snuggled closer to his body, my lips close to his. "You can be our very first customer if you want. Unless of course, you have a problem with having a three-way with two hot and horny gals who want to fuck like rabbits all night."

Jeremy smiled. "No problem there, although I've never had a three-way before."

"Well then," I grinned seductively, my lips barely brushing his. "Stick around until closing time and we'll show you what it's like."

"How could I ever refuse? Um, how much do you charge for this new service of yours?"

I smiled and pressed my lips to his in a long lingering kiss. "Mmmm," I purred sexily. "Payment already received."

"I like the way you do business," he grinned. "In fact, I'd like to make future payments in multiple installments."

I giggled and caressed his face with my fingertips. "Come home with us tonight and you'll be definitely making multiple installments!"

The man laughed. "Anita, you are the best thing to happen to me in a long long time."

"You're sweet." I leaned back with my arms around his neck and pouted playfully. "Laymee and I aren't such naughty girls. We just like enjoying all the pleasures our bodies can experience. Is that so wrong?"

"No, I don't think that's naughty at all. In fact, speaking as a man, I appreciate you sharing your bodies with us. Just seeing you again has definitely lifted my spirits."

I chuckled and shifted my rear upon his lap. "I think seeing my body has lifted something else as well!"

"Can you blame me?"

I laughed and rose to my feet. "I have to get back to work. Stick around, will ya? I'll let Laymee know you're coming home with us."

"I'd be a crazy man to refuse an offer like that!"

"You're so cute!" I gave him a wry smile. "And having you join us would help make Laymee's happy ending to this story all the more complete."

Jeremy returned a puzzled expression. "I don't follow."

"It doesn't matter darling. All that matters is that everyone ends up satisfied and content in the end." I grinned lustfully at the man. "At least, we better be satisfied in the end!"

My friend laughed. "Nothing like having a little pressure to perform put on a man."

"Relax lover," I smiled. "Nobody is going to be grading your performance. In fact, we'll let you try as many times as you need to get back into the swing of things. But I have to warn you, my partner is a bit more athletic and sexually demanding than I am." I bent low at the waist and smooched him softly on the lips. "But if you pull a muscle, I'll be there to kiss it and make it all better."

The man's eyes dropped to my big bust dangling in front of his face. "I take it back - you are a very naughty girl."

I smiled seductively and patted him on the cheek. "Lucky you... you get to find out just how naughty!"