Investigating Mrs. Norris

The Investigation of Mrs. Norris

My name is Dana Sosnowski. I'm a private investigator, and I've got a story to tell.

All names used in this story are fictitious. Our client doesn't want publicity. He just wants to know the truth.

8 Months Ago

The ocean breeze and puffy clouds were a perfect companion to the view from Debbie Norris's patio. Debbie and her best friend, Claudia, sipped unsweetened tea as they looked out at the grounds of Debbie's beautiful Virginia Beach estate.

They are not just best friends. They are sisters-in-law, married to the Norris brothers. Debbie married Cal Norris and then introduced Claudia to his brother, Frank Norris.

They are married women with a sketchy past.

Debbie looked stylish. Like Claudia, she took great care of her beauty. They both invested in the best cosmetic care money could buy. Turning to Claudia, Debbie yawned and asked. "Do you ever think about the old days?"

"I thought we agreed to put those days behind us? We're fortunate that it's never come back to haunt us."

"Come on, Claudia, you have to admit it was a thrill. I get a little moist just thinking about it. All those hot young bodies and the things they would do to me."

Claudia blushed. "I know we did go a little crazy with the college boys, but that was then. Today, we've got it better than we ever dreamed. But sometimes, I wonder if I will ever orgasm that hard again."

"Doesn't Frank take care of business?"

That's just it; Frank is all business and has little time to play. But I'm good with Frank. He tries his best to please me. I've never felt comfortable that he could handle my dark side. That's why I never introduced him to it."

"Claudia, we're not getting any younger. In a few years most men won't even notice us when we walk into the room. In fact, those twenty-something waitresses at the club are getting more attention from Cal than ever before. He used to have eyes only for me."

"I don't think our guys have a clue on how hard it is to look like us. They think we are pampered, but they don't see the effort we put in to maintain our figures. They don't appreciate the dieting and commitment to daily exercise. They'll never know the pain of waxing and all the effort we make for healthy skin."

"Don't you think Frank appreciates you?"

"I never worry about Frank wandering off. But I hear you, girl; my boy magnet days are counting down. The young men at the club call me 'ma'am.' You know, I do wonder sometimes if I could still bring a younger man to his knees."

"Be careful what you wish for, girl; it's a big, bad world out there."

Two weeks later, Debbie's words would become prophetic. Mrs. Claudia Norris was at home alone. Her husband was on another business trip.

Claudia and Frank Norris also owned an impressive estate. Claudia gazed at the trendy furniture and spectacular artwork that accented her walls. There was style, but also a coldness to the place. Most of the time she was there alone.

Claudia was a private person. She limited the help to essential staff and often sent them away early. She appreciated the cleaning and maintenance, but she couldn't help feeling that they were watching her. Besides, it was just her and Frank. Frank was often away, so how big a mess could one person make?

The empty silence was shattered by a strange text message that popped up on her phone. The message wasn't from a number she recognized.

The text was menacing. "I know you. I know the real you."

There was a short video attached. She recognized the voice as hers. Claudia could hear herself squeal in orgasm as she choked and coughed. The video image was not very discernible, but it was her. It was from her college days.

Against her better judgment, she replied. "Who are you? What do you want?"

A reply came quickly. "I want to meet with you again."

"That's not possible. I'm no longer available."

"That's too bad, and too bad if this video got posted online."

"What do you want?"

"I'm closer to you than you know. Do you have a Snapchat? I'll send you instructions."

Claudia felt trapped. She had a Snap ID that she hadn't used in years. But she had to confront this attack and put a stop to it. She replied with her ID.

The instructions soon followed: a place to meet and the location he was coming from. Claudia was shocked. He was coming from the estate next door. There was an emergency gate that connected her backyard to the neighbor's property. The instructions were to meet him in her own pool house.

Claudia didn't know the neighbors very well, but she did know they traveled frequently. They had homes all over the world. It wasn't uncommon for them to be gone for 6 months at a time.

That afternoon she made her way to the lavish, seldom-used pool house and went inside. A man sat in the darkened room facing the door.

Claudia gasped. "Oh, fuck, it's you! How the fuck did you find me, and what are you doing here?"

"It wasn't that hard. I saw your picture on your husband's desk and knew it was you right away. You're the reason I decided to approve the purchase of his software. I was hoping you'd be happy to see me again."

"That was 10 years ago."

"I don't believe girls like you ever change. They only learn to live without the thrill, but they never change."

"Please leave and don't contact me again."

"Sit down and listen! That's right, I know what you really like and how you like it. I bet your husband has no idea of just how slutty you can be. I've got a deal for you. Let's hook-up again. For old times' sake. If you no longer get off on a hard fuck, I'll go away and destroy the video."

"And if I say no?"

"Have it your way; you'll become famous on ExGirlfriendRevenge. com. Maybe your fame will make its way to your husband and your friends at the club."

Claudia was so angry that she wanted to cry. The tension and the circumstances were getting to her. It had been a long time since her last hard sexual encounter. Just the sight of him brought back the mental images of her wild college days.

She walked up to him and said, "Fuck you!"

He stood up, his height and strong build towering over her. He stepped towards her and slapped her hard across the face.

"You don't have a choice, slut; now strip!"

Claudia was dressed in a casual blouse and linen pants. Underneath she wore a lacy bra and matching thong. Her hands were shaking as she reached for the buttons on her blouse. The moment seemed like an out-of-body experience. With each button she descended into submission. Just like the old days, she was getting aroused--very aroused.

She dropped the blouse to the floor and let her pants fall from her hips. She stood a foot away from him and looked into his eyes.

"That's my slut. You are still so beautiful, maybe better than before. Show me your tits and pussy. I know you want to show them to me. Do it slowly."

Claudia unclasped her bra and let it fall from her shoulders. At 5 feet 2 inches, her petite frame and raven mid-length hair created a stunning profile. She reached for the straps and slowly dropped her thong to the floor. Then, without command, she stepped closer to him and put her hands behind her head.

He slowly traced the lines of her slim figure with his fingers. He cupped her B-cup breasts and slid his hand over her tight abdomen. He was teasing her and testing her resolve. He knew right then that he had reawakened her slutty side. This was going to be a fun afternoon.

Claudia closed her eyes and moaned as he caressed her labia. She was so wet she was dripping. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him to shock her. She was stunned at how quickly she fell back into her old fetish. So much for growing out of it.

He grabbed her by the back of the neck. "On your knees, bitch!"

"Stop, you're hurting me!"

His grip only tightened as he pushed her down and commanded her to expose his cock. He pushed his penis deep into her throat as she gurgled and squirmed. He didn't relinquish his grip. For the next two hours it was old times again for him and Claudia. She would leave the pool house that afternoon with a fat lip and puffy left eye.

Claudia was racked with guilt but still craved more pleasure. Her inner demon was back, and she wasn't sure how to contain it. She worried that this reemergence could destroy her life, but at the same time she hadn't orgasmed so hard in ten years.

Current Times

Another busy Monday morning, and my PI partner, Bill, was in a grumpy mood. "Hey Dana, do you want to catch a cheater?"

"Come on, Bill, you know I don't like marital infidelity case work; they're too messy. Why don't you do it yourself?"

Bill sighed, "Dana, you know how swamped I am. This one may involve a trip out of town. I really need your help."

"Ok, Bill, you're lucky. I'm in a good mood today. Who's the client?"

"The client is Frank Norris. He and his older brother Cal founded a tech company startup in Virginia Beach. He travels a lot on business, and he's worried that his wife, Claudia, is up to mischief while he's away."

"Hand me the file, and I'll start by meeting with Frank. It's always the same situation. When the husband's away, the wife will play."

Mr. Norris's Interview

I reached out to Frank Norris at his office in Virginia Beach. I had a long list of questions, but I started with the first question I ask in all marital infidelity investigations.

"Are you certain you want to investigate your wife?"

Frank Norris sat at a table in his office. The ocean view through the large glass panels was impressive. The office was stark and tech-chic. There was modern art on the walls, a lot of glass, and intentionally unfinished open ceilings and walls.

Frank is a good-looking man, not strikingly handsome, but well-manicured and in good physical shape. I took him for the nerdy type, but not so nerdy as to not care how he looked. At least he wore a nice button-down shirt instead of the usual black t-shirt.

Frank looked across the table and sighed. "I'm not certain about anything these days except my technology solution. Tech is the only thing I can control; everything else seems to do its own thing."

"Frank, it might seem a bit tedious, but I'd like to start at the beginning. Sometimes a small, insignificant detail reveals more information."

"Ok, ask away."

"How did you meet your wife, Claudia?"

Frank seemed surprised, like he didn't expect me to probe his past, but he complied.

"My brother Cal introduced me to her. Claudia was a college friend of his wife, Debbie. At the time, I was single with no time for dating. Cal and I were spending every spare moment we had trying to get our company launched."

"What clicked with you about Claudia?"

Frank handed me a folder with pictures of his family.

"Well, for starters, just look at her. But she's more than a cute figure and pretty face. She's dynamic, full of life and energy. She was the spark I needed in my one-dimensional life."

I studied the photos while Frank described their early dating life. The photos captured her in different phases. The earlier photos revealed a raven-haired beauty with fair skin and captivating brown eyes. My guess was she met him in her late twenties. Frank was almost forty now. They had been married for 5 years. She was 5 years younger than him, so that would mean she's currently in her early 30s.

I thumbed through some vacation photos from a Caribbean island trip. Claudia's smile was vibrant. My investigative eye determined she was about 5'2" and maybe 110 lbs. The two-piece swimsuit revealed a 32B bust line and maybe a 24" waist and 34" hips. Claudia was confident enough to wear a thong-style suit, and I could see why. She had a tight apple butt and really nice, firm thighs. Claudia looked like a former ballet dancer or college athlete. I could see how men would jump at the opportunity to be around her.

"You said your brother Cal introduced you to her; where did that take place?"

"I was at his annual Labor Day party. Cal's wife, Debbie, was chatting with this striking woman, and I couldn't stop staring at them. Cal noticed and teased me to 'stop checking out my wife.' I laughed and asked him who Debbie was talking to. Cal said, "There's only one way to find out."

"Cal introduced you to Claudia at the party?"

"Yes, on the way over to meet her, Cal told me, 'I'm going to introduce you, but I must warn you, she's a real dynamo. Once you meet her, there's no turning back."

Frank continued. "We walked up to them, and Cal shoved me in front of Claudia and said, 'This is my brother; you're going to love him."

"Did you ever ask Cal how he knew her?"

"Not really, Cal knows a lot of women. He's always been the life of the party. I was surprised when he married Debbie because I thought he'd be single forever."

"I assume you both run this company. What's his role?"

"Cal heads up sales and client relations. As you can guess, it's what he's great at. Cal makes the most skeptical client feel confident. He can sell anybody just about anything."

"I'm the technology delivery guy and represent our board of directors. I'd rather toil at my computer than talk with people. Cal says I'm too honest. He says I need to be more approachable. But we've made it work; the company is off to a great start."

"Is Cal here today?"

"No, when I'm in Virginia Beach, Cal is in the northeast region. We have clients and prospects in Boston and New York. We're growing fast in the financial business sector. When I travel to our data center in Raleigh, Cal comes back to Virginia Beach. That way, one of us is always present for HQ staff."

"Let's talk about your wife, Claudia. Start with the initial years of your relationship."

"Well, after meeting Claudia, I launched an aggressive strategy to spend as much time with her as possible. We were having so much fun--concerts, dinners, and walks on the beach. Cal was right; she's got a dynamic presence; you're never bored in her company."

"Frank, I have to ask. How was your sex life initially?"

"Best sexual partner I've ever had. She's not shy about asking for what she wants. I didn't want to pressure her at first, but it didn't matter because she was pursuing sex from me. I could tell she formed her own sexual identity, probably from previous partners. I never cared about who or how many came before me. She was mine now, and all I wanted to do was please her."

"Sorry, Frank, more personal questions: is your sex life conventional?"

Frank looked confused. "What do you mean conventional, Dana?"

"Are you an exclusive sexual couple? Do you role-play or introduce fetish elements like submission or role play? Do you ever go to sex parties or swinger events?"

"Dana, how does any of that figure into this investigation?

"Frank, I've been investigating cases of marital infidelity for a long time. I don't look at human sexual interactions as abnormal. I like to use the terms conventional and unconventional; it's less judgmental. We are complex animals, and what works for some people can encompass a wide range of things. Often, I find that married couples don't know everything about their partner's secret desires."

"Like what?"

"Like the demure schoolteacher who wanted sex with 5 or 6 men at a time. Like a male client that could only get off when he dressed up in a teddy bear costume. Or the couple that had a full-blown medical examination set up in their basement, complete with gynecological speculums and stirrups. You just never know what motivates people--sexually."

"Sorry for sounding so naïve. When I'm home, Claudia and I have frequent, conventional sex. It's been that way since the beginning of our relationship. We try various sexual positions. She loves it when I buy her expensive lingerie, and she never hesitates to initiate fellatio with me (she loves to suck my cock). But that's it; we don't try other stuff or involve other people."

"Thanks for clarifying, Frank. Now, what has changed? What is it that caused you to reach out to my firm?"

"It started about 8 months ago. Claudia loves to work out and try new exercise routines. She's passionate about her health and fitness. One day she came home with a puffy eye and bruises on her shoulder. I noticed immediately and asked her what happened. She told me she started a kickboxing class and got carried away."

"Did you believe her story?"

"At first, yes. This was typical Claudia: try something new and go all out. Only it wasn't just that one time. It seemed every other week or so she had a new injury, like a fat lip or bruising somewhere. She also was less interested in having sex with me. She told me at the time that she was too sore from boxing. I mean, we still had sex, just not as often or intense."

"8 months is a long time to keep getting beat up."

"That's what I thought. I asked her to tone it down for her own well-being. And she did at first, but then she would start back up again. I even went to check out her kickboxing class, but the trainers at her gym were very confused about what I was asking. They implied that contact was extremely limited."

"And then you called my firm?"

"No, I only worried about her well-being, not about infidelity. But something shifted; it seemed she only got injured when I was out of town. I asked my brother Cal to drive by my house when I was out. Just to see if Claudia entertained any visitors. He said it was quiet, no visitors."

"So, what triggered the call?"

"I was talking to Cal's wife, Debbie, at a company event and asked her about the gym's combat training. Debbie goes to the same gym as Claudia, and Debbie just laughed. She said there's only simulated punching, but no one hits anyone. It started to eat away at my sanity. I asked Claudia about it again, and she downplayed everything. She told me I was being paranoid and controlling. That's when I started to suspect she was really hiding something. So, I called your firm."

"I got it; you want to know what she's up to and why Claudia she's getting injured. I'd like to review a plan with my partner, Bill, and confirm it with you."

I continued. "Of course I will be very discreet; she won't know we're investigating her. I think the scope should include checking out the gym and all trainers associated with combat training. Also, confirm her whereabouts when you are out of town. Does she have any trips planned?"

"She usually travels with me, but next weekend she's going to New York to visit an old girlfriend. I would go with her, but Cal is in Boston next week, and I've got some important meetings here in Virginia Beach."

"I'd like to tail her on her New York trip; Bill can work out all the travel and investigative rates with you. When would you like us to start?"

"I'm going out of town tomorrow, and when I come back, she will be off to New York. Can you start today?"

"Yes, consider the investigation started."

Tailing Mrs. Norris

I spoke with my partner Bill after my meeting with Frank Norris. Bill arranged access to special surveillance equipment like long-distance lenses, hidden cameras, and hidden microphones.

The next day I went to Claudia's gym and acted like a potential customer. While I was there, I hid a camera in the combat workout area. Later that night I watched the video. Claudia looked good in her tight workout outfit, but nothing I saw confirmed injuries or contact. It was like Debbie had described: all the contact was simulated.

I drove by Claudia's house the following day and noticed Cal's car coming out of the neighbor's driveway. I remembered that Frank had asked Cal to check in on her while he was away, so I didn't think it was unusual.

My partner Bill jumped into the investigation and used his connections to check out the gym instructors. Nothing unusual popped up. No complaints or allegations from other customers. Everything about the gym was cleared as normal.

I decided to wait near a road outside the Norris estate to see if Claudia went anywhere. I was in luck. I saw Claudia's Mercedes G-Wagon pull out of the driveway and head towards downtown.

Claudia was on a shopping trip. She had on an expensive blouse with Lululemon pants. She wore big sunglasses and a fair amount of makeup for someone just shopping. It must be nice to have a lot of money. She stopped at Victoria's Secret and later got a latte from Starbucks.

I watched her through a powerful telephoto lens. Something about her face caught my attention. From a side view I could see she had fresh bruising and a puffy left eye.

She didn't get that at the gym, and she didn't have visitors. Frank was out of town this week, so how did she get beat up? Was this self-inflicted?

It was time to do a full background check on Claudia Norris. With AI and social media, there's a lot about someone's past that can be uncovered. I set about my usual investigative work. It didn't take me long to discover a picture of young Claudia and her best friend Debbie during their college days at the University of North Carolina.

Sorority Sister

I researched their past by doing a deep dive into their social media. There wasn't much that was outside the norm for two UNC sorority girls, but one picture caught my attention. It was taken at a formal sorority event. There was a girl standing behind Debbie and Claudia with a look of total disapproval on her face.

I went back to my AI facial recognition tools to find this girl. I was hoping I could ask her some questions. I just had a feeling that she could fill in the blanks about Claudia that others may not know.

I soon discovered that the disapproving sorority sister was a woman named Susan Sanders. She didn't live far from Virginia Beach. I reached out to see if she would meet with me.

It was too easy. I wouldn't say she was anxious to rat on Debbie and Claudia, but it was like she expected that someone would be asking about them.

We met outside a local coffee shop. "Hi Susan, I'm Dana, the PI who called you on the phone. Thank you for meeting with me on short notice."

Susan just smiled. "Why am I not surprised that some PI would call me someday to ask about Claudia? What did she do, embezzle money from some charity or cheat on someone?"

"Susan, I can't go into all the details about my investigation, but I do appreciate anything you can share. Especially anything that would help me understand more about Claudia's character. I can't pay you for information, but I can offer an exchange of PI services for your help."

"Fair enough, Dana, I'm not looking to be paid. I just don't want anything I share with you traced back to me."

"Susan, I can assure you of complete confidentiality. My reputation depends on it. So how did you come to know Claudia?"

"We were sorority sisters at UNC. It was a fun group of girls, but Claudia and Debbie had their own thing going on outside the sorority."

"What do you mean, 'own thing?"

"Those two were ambitious. They had a plan for living the good life and managed their images very carefully. They never allowed anything risqué to get on social media. But then one day I found out they were engaging in off-campus sex parties."

"How did you find out?"

"Quite by accident. I had a brother who went to Duke, and I would visit him sometimes. On one visit I noticed Claudia and Debbie sneaking into the back of a fraternity with a group of guys. I asked my brother to look into what was going on and keep it between us."

"So, what did he tell you?"

"He told me that there was a private arrangement to pull a train on two girls. He said the whole thing was very secret. No cell phones allowed, no full names. That if a guy wanted 'in' on the action, he had to be selected and cleared by some guy named Chris."

"So, Debbie and Claudia had a secret sex life outside UNC?"

"Oh yeah, my brother found out that Debbie liked to do three guys at a time and wanted extreme triple penetration. One penis up her ass and another penis in her vagina while she gave a third guy a blow job."

- "As for Claudia, she liked to be roughed up without leaving any marks. She liked her hair pulled and her ass slapped hard. She liked guys to call her dirty names and choke her until she nearly passed out."

"How did you react when you found this out?"

"I didn't really care what they did. It didn't affect me. But I was taken aback by how hypocritical they both were."

"What do you mean hypocritical?"

"Debbie and Claudia were in charge of the UNC sorority associations' morals committee. They would always preach about how it was every sister's duty to protect the reputation of their sorority. They would constantly tell other girls not to do anything that could come back to haunt them."

"And you knew they were secretly living a double life."

"Yes, I did, but like I said, I didn't care. I just knew that someday they would do something risky and fuck up. And now here you are asking about Claudia."

"Susan, anything else you want to share?"

"That's really it. I think they were at Duke on more than one occasion. One thing, Dana: be careful. These two women are very smart and tenacious. They will do anything to protect themselves."

"I will, Susan; it's part of the job. Thanks for your help; it clears up a major loose end."

As I drove away from the meeting with Susan, I was satisfied that her story had credibility. Susan had no reason for vengeance against either of them. She just didn't care for their hypocrisy.

What Susan told me confirmed why Claudia was getting roughed up. She had returned to rough sex encounters. I wonder when Claudia decided it was 'ok' to allow someone to leave marks on her face? Maybe whoever was roughing her up gave her no choice? The next thing I had to find out was who was the person leaving those marks on her.

Mrs. Norris visits New York.

It's late Friday evening in New York City. The April weather is perfect for a stroll in Central Park. Mrs. Claudia Norris deboarded her flight at La Guardia Airport. She had a car waiting to take her into the city. I was on the same flight as Claudia. She was in first class; I was in economy. Following investigation targets is my least favorite thing about this profession.

Fortunately, I was able to arrange a car and driver from my New York PI friends. I didn't have to give the driver instructions on how to follow my target; he knew the drill. We followed at a distance. We watched Mrs. Norris walk into the lobby of the Park Lane Hotel.

I formulated a plan to get more information about what Mrs. Norris was doing at the hotel. The fake flower delivery trick was a tried and tested technique to con the front desk into sharing information about registered guests.

I asked the driver to recommend a flower shop in the city. He took me to the Upper East Side, and that's where I acquired just the type of bouquet I was looking for from a shop called 'Art in Flowers.' It's a real flower shop in case the hotel wants to verify delivery.

The hotel is about 1.2 miles from the park. I walked into the lobby of the Park Lane Hotel. The lobby is old but charming. This is an out-of-the-way hotel that caters to guest privacy. That's going to be a challenge for me, but I have my ways of getting information from anybody.

I'm carrying the large bouquet of flowers I procured, and I'm wearing a baseball cap and jacket. An outfit designed to make me look like a flower delivery person. As I approach the front desk, the pretty young woman behind the counter smiles at me. "Welcome to the Park Lane. How can I help you?"

I smile back. "I have a delivery for Mrs. Norris at this address, but I don't have a room number."

She's focused on the bouquet; they are very pretty flowers. "Let me check if we have a registered guest by that name."

She looks hesitant. "I'm sorry, but I don't see a 'Mrs. Norris.' Do you have a first name or any other information?"

I'm going to leverage her appreciation of beautiful flowers and see if she'll reveal more. "This was a last-minute rush order. I don't have any other information besides the hotel name and Mrs. Norris."

I pause. "It will be such a shame to let these go to waste. Are you sure you don't have anyone by the name 'Norris' staying here?"

She stares at her computer screen and thinks out loud. "Well, technically I can only confirm the exact name you asked for, but there is a Mr. Norris at this hotel."

"That's probably the correct person. Maybe our shop mixed up the gender."

She smiles. "I can't provide you a room number, but if you leave them with me, I will see that Mr. Norris gets them."

I smiled and handed them to her. "I can't thank you enough for helping me."

She doesn't know that there's a microphone hidden in one of the decorative bands holding the bouquet together. The mic is small, and the range is limited.

I watch as she hands the flowers to a bellhop. "Please take these to Mr. Norris, room 601, right away."

I've already thoroughly researched the Park Lane Hotel. Room 601 is the honeymoon suite. A very expensive and romantic room. I doubt Mrs. Norris is in there alone. The sixth floor may be too far for me to capture audio, so I need to find a higher floor.

I step out of the lobby and ditch the hat and jacket. I let my hair fall to my shoulders and walk back into the lobby. There's a trendy bar up on the third-floor atrium. It may get me close enough to recapture audio. I make my way to the bar.

I'm only there for a minute when I pick up the audio again. "Knock, knock... delivery for Mr. Norris."

A woman's voice answers, "Yes, thank you, I'll take them." The door closes and clicks.

I'm losing the connection, but I hear her voice again. "Did you get me flowers?"

Then, I hear a man's voice. "No, I didn't order flowers; maybe they come with the room?"

The man speaks again. This time he sounds more menacing. "Forget about the flowers. Come over here; I want a good look at you. That's it, get on your knees."

The woman cries. "You're pulling my hair, you're hurting me!"

"Shut up, cockwhore; you're going to enjoy a lot more pain this weekend! Now suck, bitch!"

The connection was lost, and my investigation just took a dark turn. When I followed Mrs. Claudia Norris to the hotel this afternoon, I suspected she might meet someone under another name. I was surprised when the room she went to was under her real last name.

But who is the man in there with her? The real Mr. Frank Norris is at home in Virginia Beach. So, who is Mrs. Norris sucking off?

Up to now, tailing Claudia had been only a partial success. I confirmed that Mrs. Norris was at the hotel. I found out that she was in the Honeymoon Suite, Room 601. I confirmed that she was staying there with a man who was not her husband. More importantly, I confirmed that she was there for a weekend of rough sex.

I did have one challenge. I wanted to find out what she did in the hotel room during the rest of her stay. I knew it would be difficult to get into her room, and I needed another option.

Due to its high-end clientele, the Park Lane had an excellent security system with cameras in all public areas. There was no way I was sneaking up to the 6th floor. I waited for them to leave the room and hoped to catch them together. I got my driver to stay on watch all night, and his vigilance was rewarded the next morning.

I had checked into a nearby hotel to rest. Early the next morning I got his text: Claudia was on the move. I rushed over to the location in time to see her walking towards the park. My excitement was tempered because she was alone; still no sighting of her companion.

I followed her at a distance, carrying a small bag containing the various surveillance tools Bill had procured for me. Claudia was wearing a stylish coat with a silk scarf around her neck. She still wore the same large designer sunglasses that hid her face and eyes. Her slim figure moved gracefully towards the fountains near the green. There she stopped and took a seat on a park bench.

It was my chance to try something. I reached in the bag and found the cute friendship bracelets that Bill's daughter had designed. They were actually very charming, and Bill had strategically replaced some of the beads with small, powerful microphones that had a wide range of broadcast. I put one on my wrist and approached the seated Mrs. Norris.

I hated to lose my anonymity with the target, but this was the only way to get close enough to her. I put on my best helpless face and sat next to her.

"Oh, excuse me, are you a local? Do you know much about the city?"

Claudia hesitated at first, but once she assessed that I was not begging for money or a threat to her, she answered.

"I'm sorry, I'm just visiting. But I do come here often; what were you looking for?"

I made up some story about not being sure what I should see: the Natural History Museum, the Guggenheim Museum, or Times Square? Claudia said all were worth the visit, but we agreed that the Guggenheim was probably best suited for me. I got up to leave and then turned back towards her.

"You have been so nice." I reached in my pocket. "I know this is funny, but my niece made these friendship bracelets. She insisted that if I met someone nice, I should offer one as a thank-you."

Claudia just shook her head. "Oh, no, that's not really necessary."

I persisted. "Please take it; it would mean so much to my niece when I tell her I met someone nice and that person accepted a bracelet."

Claudia smiled and put on the bracelet. I walked away hoping that she would leave it on and not throw it in the trash. I found a spot to wait for Mrs. Norris to return to her hotel.

Shortly before noon, I was rewarded as Claudia returned to the lobby, headed to the elevator, and went back to the honeymoon suite. I checked the audio from the bracelet, and it was working just fine, a clear signal that picked up all the conversations around her.

I found a discreet location in the hotel and acted like I was a guest doing some work on my laptop. I slipped on my AirPods and started recording the audio coming from the honeymoon suite.

I heard a man's voice. "Did you enjoy your walk?"

"Yes, I did; it's a lovely morning. Did you finish your work? Can we spend some time together now?"

"I'm ready to give you my full attention and maybe a little more than that."

"I bought a little outfit that I think you'll enjoy. Would you like me to try it on for you?"

"You won't be needing it for long; let's see how it looks."

There was a rustling noise and the sound of running water.

After a while he spoke again. "Oh my, aren't you a picture of beauty? He doesn't deserve you."

Then her tone changed. "You know I'm starting to feel guilty about all this, about the last 8 months."

"You picked an odd time for guilt, but get over it. He doesn't give you what you really want. Only I can do that for you."

"I know, but..."

"But what? There's no backing out now, not here, not today. I know what you want, and I'm about to remind you why you came here this weekend. Now get over here and get on your knees, slut!"

His breathing grew rapid. "That's right, take it out and lick it. Suck it, you bitch!"

"You're choking me; it hurts!"

"Slap!"

"Shut the fuck up and suck."

An eerie quiet and slurping sound filled the audio for 15 minutes.

"Stand up and take it off slowly."

"Oh, you are one beautiful slut. He can't get you off the way I can, and you know it. I want to hear you say it."

She muttered. "Only you can make me cum."

"Louder, slap!"

"Only you can make me cum!"

"Ooh, let me see that ass and pussy. Freshly waxed just for me, good girl. Get on your hands and knees, cunt!"

"Please, I'm not wet yet."

"I'll use some lube, but you won't be walking straight for a week. I'm going to pound that tight asshole of yours into oblivion! Let me tie your hands to the bed. You won't need them for a while."

The next two hours were difficult to listen to. I heard moans of pleasure and screams of pain. His awful grunting filled my headphones. One moment I was repulsed by what the sounds revealed, and the next I found myself a little aroused. Through it all, she never called him by name.

Damn, so close to identifying her tormentor, but no luck. Who was this guy?

They took a break for lunch but never left the room. All of a sudden, their conversation changed from sexual to just casually talking about future social plans. It was then it hit me.

Claudia knew him. He wasn't just a recent lover; he was someone familiar to her. But she just never spoke his name.

From what it sounded like, they were settling in for an afternoon nap. I needed a break, so I summoned my driver to monitor the audio in case more insights came up.

2 PM came so quickly. I relieved my driver and waited for sounds of activity. It only took about 15 minutes for the pair to become sexual again.

He spoke first. "Do you want something to drink?"

"No, I'm just going to use the bathroom."

"Come back when you're finished."

"Why are you so frisky? You're acting like a college boy."

That was a clue. Was he somebody Claudia knew in college? Maybe someone she hooked up with during her wild escapades away from UNC?

"I don't often have a chance to have you all to myself. I'm making the most of it. Come back to bed; I have some presents for you."

"Presents?"

"Toys, you're going to like them."

"Bad boy!"

"Very bad, now shut up and lie on your back. Slide this pillow under your ass and pull your knees up. Spread them! Wider! Show me your pussy like a slut!"

"Oh, that feels good, right there, right there!"

"You love it when I tickle your clit, don't you?"

I heard a buzzing sound coming in and out. He must be using a dildo on her. Then there was a second buzzing sound, a different frequency. He was using two dildos on her!

He took his time. I was fatigued listening to 30 minutes of moaning and buzzing. Soon she became more vocal as one orgasm came after another. She was very loud; I'd hate to have the room next to them.

He spoke again. "That's right, spread your ass; I'm going to ream that asshole."

"Not so hard, not so fast!"

"You have no say, bitch; I'm going to jam this as far as it will go. Take it!"

I couldn't tell if she was screaming in pleasure or pain. She definitely orgasmed a few more times, but she was also pleading for mercy. Maybe this was part of her game, the full submission that got her off. I couldn't tell.

Throughout the late afternoon and into the night, my driver and I took turns monitoring the couple. The pattern repeated, over and over. Fuck, rest, eat, fuck, and rest some more. They never left the room.

Early Sunday morning, I was alerted to activity. Claudia was on the move again. We lost audio. She must have discarded the bracelet in the trash. Mrs. Norris was now in the lobby but didn't go to the front desk. She waited outside in solitude for her limo ride back to the airport.

Her companion must have checked out online and left very early through a back exit. We never got a look at him or caught his name.

Fortunately, I wasn't going back to Virginia Beach empty-handed. I confirmed Mrs. Norris was having an affair with someone she knew. But I had more work to do. I still needed to identify her lover.

Updating Bill

I've been doing PI work a long time, but not as long as my partner Bill. He's never satisfied until there are no 'loose ends. My investigation had several 'loose ends.'

Monday morning, I made arrangements to sit down with Bill in our war room. The room was a place designed to see a visual timeline of events. The visual allows us to connect all the dots in a case.

I started by walking him through my timeline. "Bill, I traced back to Claudia Norris's college days. I found a witness who revealed Claudia's hidden past. Claudia and her friend Debbie were sneaking away from UNC and participating in private sex parties at Duke University."

"Bill, where did Frank and Cal go to college?"

"They both went to Duke but graduated in different years."

"Really, do you think that they knew about Claudia's or Debbie's adventures at Duke?"

"I highly doubt it, but don't we all have a past? I'm not concerned about what any of us did in college. Besides, didn't you already confirm that Frank met Claudia at a party just a few years back? That means at least Frank didn't know Claudia before."

"Bill, we are investigating a pattern of rough sex encounters. I'm looking to see when Claudia first started getting into rough sex. I established that she started back in her college days."

"Any evidence that she's been cheating before the start of the investigation?"

"Nothing until 8 months ago, when Frank Norris first noticed her bruises."

"Dana, what do you have that's current?"

"I have Frank's recent observations of her injuries. Photos of her shopping with a black eye and the audio of her getting ravaged by someone for two nights in a New York hotel.

"No pictures?"

"Only of Claudia alone, not of her engaged in sex acts with another person."

"What else is circumstantial?"

"Frank noted that she usually gets beat up when he's away. She attends a kickboxing class that she uses as a cover, but the class doesn't allow physical combat. Cal has been checking on her when Frank's away, but he told Frank he didn't see anything. The hotel suite was reserved under the name Mr. Norris."

"Dana, I see in your notes that both brothers travel often. Are they in the same place at the same time?"

"No, when one is in Virginia Beach, the other travels out of town."

"And you said Mrs. Norris participates in rough sex only when Frank Norris is out of town and when Cal Norris is in town?"

"I know, but I'm not ready to draw any conclusions yet."

"Dana, where does Cal travel to?"

"Boston and New York."

"And you followed Mrs. Claudia Norris to a New York hotel, reserved under the name Mr. Norris. Where was Cal Norris when Claudia was in New York?"

"He was supposed to be in Boston that weekend."

"That's not far from New York, a quick shuttle. And you saw Cal's car near Claudia and Frank's home when Frank was away?"

"Bill, I'm trying not to misinterpret what you are saying, but are you implying that Cal is fucking and roughing up his brother's wife?"

"Dana, we are not concluding anything until I see a picture of Cal's dick in Claudia's ass! I'm not going to blow up two families and a successful business partnership without hard evidence."

"Bill, I agree. What next?"

"We have to gain access to their company records and thoroughly investigate Frank Norris's residence. We have to expand all camera surveillance to areas around his estate. You'll need to get Frank to give you full access without tipping him off that we suspect his brother."

The next afternoon I was sitting across the table from Frank Norris. This time we met in his office with the door shut. I found it best to say as little as possible. Just make the request and leave it at that.

"Frank, we're making progress, but we haven't made conclusions. How far do you want to go? Do you want the whole truth, or do you want us to just present what we can confirm?"

"Dana, I want the whole story; I don't want a partial investigation."

"To get the whole story, I need to fully investigate your life. This includes your home and your business."

"What does my business have to do with any of this?"

"Maybe nothing, but I can't leave any stone unturned. I ask that you not jump to any conclusions of your own. I need you to trust me and let me find the truth for you."

"Investigating my business is a big ask."

"It's what I need to complete this investigation; I will be very discreet."

"Okay, it's what I asked for. I can get you all the business records you need. I can also give you access to my home when Claudia is away. Give me a list of all the records you need. I don't see I have any other choice."

"Thank you, I will work quickly to bring this to a conclusion."

Analyzing Company Records

The next day Bill and I got busy analyzing Frank's business records. Bill was hyperfocused on anything and everything that could involve Cal. He looked over all business travel expenses and marketing expenses associated with Cal's recent clients.

It didn't take him long to find out that Cal did pay for the hotel in New York. That's why it was reserved under the name 'Mr. Norris.' But Bill also found that Cal paid for a hotel in Boston during the same weekend and had expensed meals in Boston. It sure didn't look like Cal was in two places at the same time.

Next Bill pored over the list of new clients. He focused on any clients that were added 12 to 8 months prior. There were several new acquisitions of New York-based finance companies, but one stood out. It was a big revenue deal, and there was an unusually large amount of marketing expenses both before and after the initial sale 8 months ago.

A deeper dive into this company showed it was a hedge fund company that was owned by the Reynolds family group. Peeling back the layers of the hedge fund company executives revealed one likely suspect. A VP named Chris Westfield. Chris was the nephew of the company's founder, Jay Reynolds. Chris was also a graduate of Duke University.

Bill and I had finally found Claudia's lover. Chris's graduation date would have put him at Duke at about the same time that Claudia was at UNC. But the biggest link was that Jay Reynolds was Frank Norris's neighbor. The Reynolds' estate and Norris's estate shared a common region of the high-end community.

Frank and Cal were older than Chris, so they would not have known each other at Duke, but Cal probably used the Duke alumni connection to market software to Chris. It was time for Bill to have a confidential sit-down with Cal. Bill had a way of getting information from someone without tipping them off.

I waited for Bill to work his magic. In the meantime, I had my team survey the Frank Norris estate for security cameras and video. Frank had a very robust setup of cameras on the property, but it did not include his pool area and adjacent pool house. I went to work installing cameras in the pool area and inside the pool house.

Bill arrived back from a meeting with Cal full of new details. "Dana, we need to talk. I think I've got something."

"Bill, what did you find?"

"There's a lot of stuff that Cal calls marketing that Frank has no idea about."

"Such as?"

"Cal does whatever he needs to do to close a deal, which includes a few hookers and paying for hotels so his clients can discreetly have extramarital affairs."

"Did Cal know that the hotel he reserved was for Chris and Claudia?"

"Cal has no idea. He knows Chris is getting side action in New York, but he doesn't want to know the details. As far as Cal is concerned, the less he knows, the better. Cal wants to keep clients obligated to him but doesn't want to know their dirty deeds."

"Did Cal know that Chris probably knew his wife Debbie and Claudia while at Duke?"

"Cal doesn't have a clue about Debbie and Claudia's Duke sex parties. Like Frank, Cal doesn't really care what his wife did in college."

"Does Cal know that Chris is Jay Renolds' nephew and that Jay is neighbors with Frank?"

"He does know about the family relationship between Jay Reynolds and Chris, but he doesn't know what Chris is up to. He's picked up and dropped off Chris at the Reynolds estate. He probably thinks Chris is going to visit his uncle."

"Bill, I think we've got our suspect; now we just need to catch him in the act."

Stakeout at Frank's Estate

Timing was good. Frank was out of town for a few days, and we were in place to monitor Claudia's activities. She didn't make us wait long; that afternoon she walked past the gate and into Norris' estate pool house. Our cameras picked up a male entering from the rear security gate to the neighbor's property. We now had our first good look at Chris Westfield. Chris was tall, well-built, and well-dressed. He had a classic rich kid, entitled frat boy presence. This time we were poised to capture audio and visuals of their encounter.

Claudia spoke first and sounded shaken. "I told you before, we can't keep going on like this."

"Come on, we have the perfect alibi and arrangement. No one is going to catch us. I'm too smart for that."

"It's not just getting caught; I don't want to live like this anymore. It's not what I want anymore. I never thought it would go on like this."

"That's not what you said in New York. You begged me for more."

"I thought that was our last time, our farewell. Where does this go? It can't lead anywhere good for either of us."

Chris approached Claudia from behind; he put his arms around her and started caressing her breasts. His hands were inside her blouse, tweaking her nipples.

Claudia winced and spoke. "Chris, stop, just stop. No more, I don't want this anymore."

"Maybe you don't understand, bitch; you have no say."

Chris ripped open her blouse and pushed Claudia towards a couch. She fell backward, hitting her head against the couch arm. He pounced on her like a tiger and ripped at her pants. She seemed dazed as he yanked off her panties. He then spread her legs wide open and buried his face into her pussy.

Claudia cried. "No!'

It was difficult to watch. This wasn't rough sex anymore; this was pure rape. I had to restrain myself from bursting in to stop the attack. It was brutal. Chris tossed Claudia around the room, forcing her into different positions. Eventually, he pushed her over a table and entered her anally.

This time there was no orgasm for Claudia; she cried and whimpered during the whole event. Chris shot his load into her anus, stood up, and said, "It's not over until I say it's over." He then pulled up his pants and walked out the door.

Eventually, Claudia gathered herself. She looked lost. She was trapped in an affair she didn't know how to get out of. It was hard to guess what her next move would be. Would she come clean and confess to Frank?

Remember, I said that I hate marital infidelity investigations. They are too messy. This one went beyond messy; it was criminal. I didn't have much empathy for Claudia when she was cheating in New York, but she didn't deserve to be raped. It was time to wrap up this investigation and let Frank know all the sad details.

Final Meeting with Mr. Norris

I wasn't looking forward to presenting our findings to Frank Norris. Bill and I spent the whole night arranging the report. We wanted to be factual without judgment. We gave Frank the option of reading a transcript of Claudia's New York encounter or hearing the audio. Same for her rape in the pool house, watch the video or read a transcript.

Frank chose to hear and see everything for himself, but he didn't last long. He slammed his computer shut and asked to see the transcript. I hate to see someone suffer like this.

Frank turned towards the window in his office and said, "What the fuck was she thinking? How could she do this to us?"

Frank then turned to me and asked, "Dana, you're a woman. What's your take? Does she really want out of the mess she created?"

"Frank, I don't know her or her motivations, but I can tell you what I saw in the pool house was terror and regret."

Frank clenched his fists and looked down. "You know there's an infidelity clause in our prenup. She'll get almost nothing if I divorce her."

Bill spoke. "We can't tell you what to do next, but you do have options. Dana, would you mind giving Frank and me a moment?"

I was shocked; Bill had never dismissed me before. I got up, left Frank's office, and shut the door behind me. It took a few days for Bill to tell me what happened behind the closed door.

Epilogue

Behind the closed door, Frank was a broken man. The emotional pain consumed him. Bill put his hand on Frank's shoulder and said, "You have options besides divorce."

"Like what?"

"You can fix this thing if you want. It won't be easy, but you can put the pieces back together and contain her pursuer."

"Bill, I don't know if I could ever trust her again. Eight fucking months of lying to me."

"It will be a long, hard road. Much depends on her coming clean and proving her loyalty day by day. It may take her a lifetime to re-earn your trust."

"What about him? He seems to be intent on hanging around."

Bill handed Frank a card with a six-digit code and a phone number.

"Frank, what I speak about today stays here and will never be spoken of again. This card and this code unlock a resolution that is untraceable and guaranteed containment."

"How does it work?"

"Everything is pre-staged. The target, this Chris guy, is under special surveillance. You call the number and ask for 'dog training services.' The person on the other end will ask you for the code. Then they will give you instructions and a WhatsApp phone number to call. If the number rings more than 3 times, hang up and never call it again; there's no option available."

"And if they answer?"

"If they answer, they will ask you, 'What breed?' There are three breeds you can specify. If you say German Shepherd, that means Chris will be given a strong, intimidating message to never contact Claudia again. If you say Akita, he will receive a very physical message. If you say Pit Bull, he will be permanently removed from your lives, and I mean permanently".

"I understand."

"Frank, it's up to you going forward. First, you must decide whether to fight for your marriage to Claudia or let her go. You need to make that decision before making the call. If you decide to stay with her, I can't advise you on which containment option to choose."

Bill got up, shook Frank's hand, and left the office.

A short while later, Frank left his office and walked to the shoreline. Three hours later he still paced the sand near the pier. His pants were wet from the surf. He was lost in thought; the audio of Claudia's New York debauchery played in his head; the image of her rape at his pool house consumed his vision.

He stopped on the pier, lost in the sound of the ocean tides. Eventually he reached in his coat pocket and looked at his phone. So many texts from Claudia: "Please come home, let's talk. I love you." A number of texts from Cal: "Where are you? Are you OK?"

Frank was about to put the phone back in his pocket but changed his mind. His decision was made, so he dialed the number on the card. A male voice answered. "Yes."

"Dog training services."

"Do you have a code?"

Frank read the code on the card.

"Call this number (xxx-xxx-xxxx) via a WhatsApp account."

Frank called the number; it rang twice, and then a voice answered.

"What breed?"

Frank took a deep breath. "Pit Bull." Click.