Investigative Trail Leads to Love

Investigative Trail Leads To Love

The privately-owned manufacturing company had seen steady and regular profits for three decades, and yet soon after the hiring of a new Vice President of Finance, Dehlia Bopper, the firm had to inform its founders and shareholders of its first quarterly loss.

President Bart Simpson was adamant that Ms. Bopper had a hand in the company's apparently sudden financial fall, but others including her supervisor, Chief Operating Officer Lyon Roars, wanted to wait for the next three months to see if this was just a blip in time.

Well, President Simpson won that argument and an immediate discrete call was made to the state's cracker jack investigative firm -- Cocky Conclusions - in the state capital. They handled financial, insurance and liability investigations for companies and governments with an almost perfect track record of discovering rare and hidden truths behind people and numbers.

Only three people at Springfield-based Simpson Subsidiaries knew about Cocky Conclusions being retained -- the President, the Chief Operating Officer, and the Chairman of the Board, Herschel Hiccups, III. It was decided that the top investigator at the agency would be the sole person to investigate Ms. Bopper thoroughly and quickly. The investigator would remain anonymous to the company leaders by using AI created facial and voice protections to disguise his identity. And it was paramount that Ms. Bopper not know a thing about the top-secret inquiry.

Cocky Conclusions' top private Dick, Rod Bippea, started a file on his computer with all the standard lines of inquiry:

About Ms. Bopper....

What is her background in school and as a child?

Where did she go to college?

What family does she have and might they be involved? Parents, siblings?

What are her financial holdings?

Has she made any recent unusual purchases or acquisitions in the last year?

Has she traveled to any foreign countries?

Does she have bank accounts overseas?

Does she have any friends at the company?

Does she have any boyfriends or girlfriends or a spouse or ex-spouse?

Does she have any children?

Does she have any connections to company vendors?

Other information that might be useful?

Where do you think he started?

A Private Copper for Bopper

Rod Bippea from Cocky Conclusions sat in his late model, four door, brown sedan a block away from Dehlia's home on a Saturday morning. He had secretly been given access to her personnel file, which included information about where she lived, the car she had registered to park in the company garage, the bank and account information where her salary was electronically deposited, her prior work history, education, and dependents (in her case, none). All of her fundamentals looked clean on his standard background check, so Rod decided to track her movements in the old-fashioned way -- surveillance. He had a camera mounted on his dashboard and his computer open on the passenger seat. To keep himself from being identified, he had on a Seattle Seahawks baseball cap, black sunglasses, a Seahawks jersey, and jeans.

The front door of Dehlia's house opened. Rod's eyes were drawn to the person who exited the home. She was a very attractive woman! Although he was at a distance, with his camera he could zoom in and see on his computer screen that she had medium length brunette hair which was tied back in a ponytail, beautiful blue eyes, a lovely smile, and a very fit and curvy figure. Rod looked at the employee photo on file for Dehlia, and exclaimed rather unprofessionally, "What a MILF! That photo of her doesn't do her justice. Her file says she's nearly forty, but she doesn't look a day past her late twenties."

Dehlia was dressed in a snug white running top, pink bike shorts, white socks and pink Asics running shoes. Her tan skin and brunette hair were a sharp contrast to the pale colors of her outfit. Rod watched as she stretched and moved around in her front yard, limbering up. Hmm, he thought, good thing he was also a runner. He could come back on another morning and 'tail' her. Speaking of tail, he thought Dehlia definitely had a fit and firm one. He found himself distracted from his surveillance job and more interested in enjoying looking at a beautiful woman.

Dehlia tied her shoes one more time and set off on her run. She came up the street directly towards Rod's car, but on the other side of the street. Her sports bra was struggling to control her very full 34C breasts as she ran, and the sight of them moving within her white top created a stir in Rod's loins - one he hadn't felt in a while. The curve of her firm hips also added to Rod's pleasure as she approached.

"Just stay professional," he told himself, and made it look like he was checking messages on his cell phone as she got near. She ran on by without looking in Rod's direction. Rod then looked in his rear-view mirror as she ran down the block. He logged the time she left for her run in his computer as a timestamp in the video he was recording with his dashcam. "9:05 am, Saturday. Ran north on Harry Beaver Street."

He stepped out of his car once the coast was clear and walked to Dehlia's home. He looked around to see if anyone was looking, then broke into her home and checked out her space, furnishings and the place she called home. He also deftly placed listening devices and cameras at strategic locations.

It was rarely if ever done, but the detective placed a camera and a listening device in Dehlia's spacious bathroom/shower area. Rod's view of Dehlia's body in running gear had left him turned on and confused about balancing his duty to his job and knowing what was under those duds.

After all the monitoring devices were set up, Rod carefully left Dehlia's house. He decided he should move his car to another location. He waited for a few minutes, then drove to the parking lot of a church at the end of Beaver Street, Saint Margaret of Cortona parish, and began to go through more of Dehlia's files. Rod assured himself - he was just being thorough and doing a good job by wanting to know everything he could find out about the subject of his investigation. It had nothing to do with the fact that she was a very attractive, fit, single woman, nothing at all. He poured over her records. What was he missing? College athlete (swim team). BS in accounting from State University, with honors. Online MBA from Syracuse. No husband, no kids, no financial flags, a good credit score on Equifax, always made her car payments and house payments on time. Volunteers on the church board as a financial advisor. No foreign vacations. She sounded like great wife material, let alone a good employee. Forty minutes quickly went by.

Something moving in his peripheral vision caught his attention: there was Dehlia again, crossing the street about 15 feet away and moving steadily towards her home again. The lady was fit, Rod thought, and mmm, I do like that tail. This turned out to be an interesting assignment. She ran down the street and went into her house.

Rod Hardens Search Inside Dehlia's Home

From the church parking lot, Rod watched the cameras and listened for sounds of Dehlia's possibly taking a shower after her jog.

"Oh my goodness," he sat up straight in the driver's seat, straightening his pants and briefs to accommodate for his engorging cock. This had never happened to the talented spy, but Dehlia was something special -- a once-in-a-lifetime find as a perp.

Rod heard footsteps and the turning on of water. Quickly switching to the bathroom camera and microphone, he got a sensuous treat.

Dehlia walked into her waterfall shower totally nude. Those pert tits and tan lines were awesome. The water cascaded on her tanned, smooth skin. As she ran the bar of soap over her luscious body, she closed her eyes and appeared to be in another world.

The more she ran her hands around her full 34C breasts, Rod could sense Dehlia was replaying fond sexual memories. Her mind seemingly wandered faster and faster as her soapy hands rubbed her breasts and the firm button between her legs. Her long brunette hair clung to her face as it became wet... what a gorgeous woman!

In reality, Dehlia thought of a male friend who wanted her but was far away, and how he might enjoy her body, how he might pleasure her, how he might look into the sky blue of her eyes, how he might savor the teardrop shape of her perfect, full breasts, the feeling of him kissing along her neck, the first instant when his tongue would reach her clitoris, how he seemed to know just how she wished to be touched and caressed and pleasured.

The images flashed through Dehlia's mind -- watching him kneeling between her legs, grabbing his hair and guiding him - the water cascading down over both of them... bracing herself against the walls of the shower so she could remain standing.

Now her phantom lover was behind her, pressing his hardness against her firm ass, nudging her legs apart with his foot, caressing her back, her hips, running his hand between her legs, finding her wetness... he was inside her; he was outside her...

Then feeling him enter her, pressing his firm warmness deep inside her... his hands reaching forward to cup her breasts while his hips thrust against hers...

One hand then slid downward to rub her wet, firm clit while his cock continued its repetitive journey in and out, in and out, in and out. The rhythm she loved and desired... waves of pleasure running through her body as he pounded her from behind, slapping her ass at just the right times... saying dirty things in her ears... telling her how hot she was and how bad he wanted to explode...

Her hand moved faster as she touched her breasts, her ass, her shaved pussy...

Thinking of taking his cock in her own mouth -- feeling him throb ... then suddenly she was coming hard and moaning aloud, crying out from the mix of memories and fantasies and images and what she was doing in the moment.

Rod's cock and mind was spinning with desire at the sights and sounds on his laptop. He forgot he was parked in the parking lot of the church named after the saint who conquered lust. Thank goodness he recorded the surveillance for future review and use.

The experienced detective drove to his home where he jacked off uncontrollably while re-watching Dehlia's shower climax.

What would he do next to seek the truth for Simpson Subsidiaries? How would he keep his mind on the task.... and not on the curvaceous woman of his dreams?

Tracking Key Strokes

On Monday, Rod took his surveillance of Dehlia to the next level. Posing as a networking security expert, he called the main office of Simpson Subsidiaries and said he'd been told to upgrade Ms. Bopper's computer. Could he schedule a time in her office today when she would not need her desktop? He was told to come at noon, as Ms. Bopper would be going out to lunch with the CEO.

Rod decided to arrive early, as he wanted to see Ms. Bopper again, all dolled up for work. He was not disappointed. He waited in the reception area near her office wearing a tech bro hoodie, his signature dark sunglasses, black jeans and running shoes.

Dehlia was wearing black heels, a red floral print pencil skirt that hugged her very sexy ass, and black silken blouse unbuttoned just enough to tastefully show a hint of her ample cleavage in a lace push up bra. Her hair was swept up and her make-up was immaculate.

Her assistant pointed him out to Dehlia and said, "this gentleman is here to upgrade your computer security while you're out." Dehlia smiled warmly at Rod, who raised his sunglasses at her in reply.

"Hello, ma'am - nice to meet you," he said in a low voice.

"I'll clear off my desk so you have easy access, but please, come on in," she said in a friendly voice.

Rod watched as Dehlia leaned over her desk, collecting papers. His cock throbbed again as he got a nice view of her curvy chest, which pressed against the confines of her blouse as she tipped forward. Good thing he had his sunglasses on, he thought, as he enjoyed the heavenly view.

Dehlia looked up and smiled as she finished, noting where Rod's glance was directed. He reached into his laptop bag to distract her and pulled out two external drives and a universal adapter.

"Well, all done. I'll be off to lunch for an hour, so take all the time you need," she said, stepping by him. Then she turned and said, "Oh, and thank you for keeping an eye on things for me. I really appreciate it."

"Yes, ma'am, happy to help," he said, and walked to her door with her.

Closing the door, he sat at her desk. Within minutes he had installed software to monitor her internet traffic, video conferencing, file systems, and internal e-mails. He also installed software that would enable him to secretly turn on her webcam, so he could watch her at her desk. Next, he put a microphone in a planter in the corner and a tiny video camera on top of her bookshelf.

He packed his equipment into his laptop bag, exited the office and thanked Dehlia's assistant, Betty Boup.

Tailing Dehlia's Trail Gets Rod Red Hot

After Dehlia returned from lunch, she entered her office and lifted the lid of her laptop; everything looked right to her. Investigator Rod was back in his sedan checking to see Dehlia via the webcam he installed to spy on her. He could see his gorgeous suspect as if he was in the room, marveling at the close-up view of her blue eyes, cute nose, and winning smile with sensuous lips.

Rod adjusted his laptop to full screen so he could see more of Dehlia. He saw a stain, probably from lunch, on Dehlia's blouse. She looked disgusted at the stain, just as her assistant Betty reminded Dehlia of her 3 p. m. meeting with an outside vendor.

Dehlia scooted to her closet and selected a new clean blouse that matched her pencil skirt. She took off her stained garment, causing Rod to nearly lose it when he saw more of her beautiful, tanned skin, ample cleavage, and the sexy lace bra she had on. He shook his head at the marvelous view - but soon things got even better for the private eye spy.

Dehlia realized that the new clean blouse would not work with the push-up bra she had on. It was too see-through against the strong color of her undergarment. This led to her unbuttoning the blouse, losing the red bra, and opting to replace it with a white one. Her tits now loose, Rod's eyes bulged out of their sockets. He watched the diva put on her bra and adjust and hook it. Her cups nearly runneth over, but at least it would work with the new blouse. She then put on her new blouse, tucked it into her snug skirt, put her wide belt back on, and buzzed Betty, saying she was ready for her 3 p. m. meeting.

This 15-minute viewing made Rod realize that Dehlia was a once-in-a-lifetime find for any man. He needed to find an opportunity where he could allow Dehlia to see him for himself -- face-to-face and in a fun environment.

Rod scanned Dehlia's online calendar and saw she had a business networking happy hour that evening at 5:30 pm. He let his surveillance of Dehlia go by the wayside as he went to his apartment, shaved, took a shower, and put on his best suit and tie. He then headed to The Siren's Den nightclub where Dehlia would soon arrive. He could not wait to present himself as a potential business partner for Simpson Subsidiaries and possible suitor for her hand.

Rod was smart. He could disguise his pursuit of Dehlia as "official" surveillance for Simpson Subsidiaries. The hunt was now on.

The Spy Who Loved Me

Rod sat at the bar of the Siren's Den, drinking a non-alcoholic beer. He wanted to have his wits about him tonight, in addition to the fact that he was officially on company business pursuing a lead.

As he waited, he thought about the case. By all accounts, Dehlia was squeaky clean; her computer showed no irregularities, her communications were professional, her browser history was spotless, her file systems were well organized and up to date. Everything about her personal life was clean. He had no reason to suspect her of any criminal activity - except having a body that should be declared illegal, it was so hot. She had excellent taste in clothes, her home was spotless, and her driving record was without blemish. In his professional opinion, it sure looked like someone at Simpson wanted to set her up as the fall guy for whatever was going wrong with the business.

His musing was ended by the arrival of Dehlia, who came into the Den with her assistant, Betty. She had put on a matching blazer over her new blouse and looked ravishing. Rod was sure Dehlia would not recognize him from any of their previous encounters.

Dehlia made her way towards a table with Betty. Male heads turned in her direction as she moved through the bar. Dehlia seemed to take all this in stride, and sat at the table, crossing her legs and showing her fit thighs and calves in the process.

"I must have this woman," Rod thought, and he called the bartender over.

"Please put the two ladies' drinks on my tab - the two who just sat at the far table," he said, and he placed a $50 on the bar. The bartender smiled and said, "You got it, boss."

The bartender sent the Siren's waitress over to the table where Dehlia and Betty sat. She took their order, returned to the bar, got their drinks, and walked them back over to the table. Rod sat and waited. Dehlia reached for her purse, but the waitress waived her off and pointed Rod out to the ladies. Rod raised his glass and toasted them. Dehlia smiled and gestured for him to join them.

"Good evening, ladies," Rod said. "Nice to meet you - may I join you?"

"Yes," said Dehlia. "This is Betty, and I'm Dehlia. Are you here for the business mixer?"

"Yes," said Rod, shaking their hands and sitting between the two ladies. "My name is Austin Bond. I'm here with Fulfillment Industries."

"Oh, Fulfillment - that's a new firm for me," said Dehlia. "We're both with Simpson."

Betty nodded, but looked uncomfortable. Betty didn't get out much and was unfamiliar with events like this. She looked around nervously and checked her phone.

"Dehlia, I need to go to the restroom - will you excuse me," she said, and awkwardly bumping into Rod as she stood up, she quickly moved towards the ladies room.

Rod smiled as he and Dehlia watched Betty leave. Then he broke the ice.

"Fulfillment is a full-service company offering end to end excellence in customer service in the digital age. For every wish, there is Fulfillment," he said. He'd practiced this spiel out in the car driving over. "Tell me about your company, Dehlia," he asked, moving in closer to make warmer eye contact with the beauteous Bopper. Her fragrance was intoxicating to Rod.

"I am the VP for Finance at Simpson Subsidiaries," she said, "I've only been in the position for a few months. But I like challenging positions," she said, coyly looking up at Rod to see if he'd noticed her slightly racy statement. She found him ruggedly attractive and was delighted to have a chance to chat with him. She had a little surprise for him.

"I see," Rod said. Inside, his brain began to race... did she say what I thought she just said? So, he decided to fight fire with fire:

"I'm fairly new to my work with Fulfillment as well, but I like the company's credo of excellence. I do my best to personally make sure every one of my clients is completely satisfied - that all their desires are met." Rod made sure to emphasize the suggestive words in his answer.

Dehlia blushed a little and leaned towards Rod, laughing. "Well, Mr. Bond," she said, lingering for a delicious beat, "Do you like your vodka martini shaken, not stirred?"

"Please, call me Austin," Rod said, "and yes, shaken."

"Call you Austin?" Dehlia said, smiling and looking him intently in the eyes. Then, leaning in closer so that no one else could hear, she said softly, "No, I think I'd rather call you Rod."

Rod blinked. How did she know?

Dehlia Reveals Her Mole

"Right now, as we speak... Rod," said a smug Dehlia, "Betty is out in your car confiscating your sloppy, outdated and inappropriately placed surveillance equipment spying on me. You are going to face the music ... so be prepared to dance. She just texted me that your jig is up."

In all of his years investigating people, Rod had never been discovered or blackmailed like this. He was caught dead to rights.

"How did this gorgeous lady figure me out?" he thought.

Taking control, Dehlia stared down Rod and said, "You are not Austin Bond with Fulfillment Industries, and you do not have a history of personally making sure every one of your clients is completely satisfied -- and that all their desires are met."

She paused, took a sip of her drink and allowed her words to sink in for Rod Bippea.

"You are with Cocky Conclusions, and I hear you are more than cocky," said Dehlia in a sultry voice, now changing her tone with her nemesis. "And I'm about to find out."

Dehlia grabbed her purse and stood up with Rod soon following her. Her curvy ass swayed with confidence as she strutted out the door. Rod's eyes could not believe how sexy she was.

Betty was waiting outside in the driver's seat of Rod's car with the motor running. "How did she get into it, or get it started?" he wondered.

Betty laughed as they approached, seeming to read his mind. "Picked your pocket, Rod, as I stood up. Remember when I bumped into you?" She and Dehlia had a laugh together.

Rod and Dehlia climbed in the backseat. Betty drove away from the Siren's Den and dropped Dehlia and Rod at the nearby luxury hotel owned by Simpson Subsidiaries. Dehlia used her company key card to get into Room 6969 on the Penthouse level. Rod had never seen the city from that vantage point and studied the scenery.

Dehlia, taking the lead, brought out two tumblers and filled them with vodka. She offered Rod his drink, they clinked glasses and downed their first without words.

Pouring herself a refill, Dehlia said with attitude:

"Rod or Austin.... strip off now."

Her eyes drilled darts into the investigator with his pants down and said, "You have seen me -- all of me -- and now the tables are turned, cocky boy. Show me the beef."

Rod hustled at Dehlia's command and took off his necktie, dress shirt, unzipped and lowered his pants, and kicked off his shoes and socks. He was now only wearing black tight briefs.

It was clear to Dehlia that Rod took care of his body, as he was fit, athletic and nicely tanned. She liked what she saw thus far.

"I am waiting...." she reminded her prey. "Drop them like they are hot, Rod!"

Without hesitating, Rod lowered his briefs and out popped a nice eight-inch cock that had started to unfurl for her lovely blue eyes. He kicked aside his briefs and stood in judgment by her majesty.

"Come over here and show a girl what you can do with that beast," said Dehlia, downing the rest of her drink and approaching Rod's now erect cock.

Reaching with a firm, experienced hand, she began to stroke Rod's shaft as he stood helpless in her grasp. "Do you like a woman who knows what she wants, Rod?"

"Yes," he answered in a throaty voice.

"Well, right now, this cock needs to perform for me. Live up to your name, 'Rod,' and I will explain everything." Dehlia knelt down and began to inspect Rod's cock, caressing his balls, running her fingers lightly over the head, stroking his abdomen and cupping his ass. She let her lips rub against his cock head teasingly. Rod began to breathe hard in his sweet torment. Would she give him relief?

Then Dehlia began to remove her blouse, one button at a time. Soon the lacy white bra was visible. Again she teased his cock with her fingers and tongue but kept him waiting and waiting.

"You love seeing my boobs, don't you, Rod. You've wanted them all day, especially since you saw me in the shower and changing clothes in my office." Dehlia taunted him.

Then her bra came off. Dehlia began to brush her tits against Rod's throbbing pole. Her full breasts and pert nipples made him delirious with desire.

"You want me to jerk you off or suck on your cock, don't you, Rod? Like you jerked off watching me." Dehlia knew everything! "You're about to explode under the pressure."

"Jerk your cock for me, Rod. Shoot your hot come on my tits, just like you fantasized about, Rod. I want to hear you whimper and beg for my pussy. Say it!"

Rod begged. "Oh God, yes, Dehlia, Bop my Bippea!"

"Then yank that cock for me, Rod. Give my tits a bath in your hot cum."

With that, Rod lost all control. Looking down, he saw the most beautiful, sexy woman he'd ever met, and she was rubbing her tits and staring at him, open mouthed, commanding him to jack off all over her. The shots came out like a fountain.

Dehlia laughed with pleasure as Rod completely drained himself on her chest. She took her hands and rubbed his steaming load all over her breasts and abs.

The pair had a sticky embrace and made love the rest of the evening. Rod was overwhelmed with this mysterious minx in bed and marveled at how Dehlia had no flaws -- except a notable mole on her pussy mound.

She was the mole all along.... and Rod was window dressing.

Early the next morning, Rod awoke to find Dehlia in the luxury walk-in shower. He quietly slipped into the bathroom when her back was turned and stepped into the water. He slid his hands around her breasts from behind. Dehlia turned her head, smiled at Rod, and rubbed her shapely assets against his growing manhood.

"There's the tail I've been chasing the last few days," Rod said, rolling Dehlia's firm nipples between his fingers, making her back arch. "Your ass is positively criminal, Dehlia!" He moved his hands to her hips and began to run a hand between Dehlia's legs, finding her sweet honey pot already moist.

"Looks like it's time for a body cavity search, then, Rod," Dehlia said, spreading her legs wider.

Rod took his cock in one hand and guided it into Dehlia's moist pussy from behind. He grabbed her hair with the other and began to probe her for contraband - but it wasn't long before Rod put something milky and warm into her cavity instead of taking something out.

Coffee, Tea, or Me?

Later, while enjoying room service coffee and breakfast, Dehlia confessed to Rod that she and Betty also worked for Cocky Conclusions and that she was a set-up as Vice President of Finance at Simpson Subsidiaries. The plan was to hire Rod to surveil her as the patsy, to hide the fact that she was a plant, but the real target all along was to catch Chairman of the Board Herschel Hiccups, III, misdirecting funds to his offshore accounts. To throw him off, Dehlia was embedded at the company in a financial role to investigate. Herschel was led to believe by President Simpson that Dehlia was the culprit stealing from the company.

"You were brought on to smoke me out," she said, "and you did, stud. I had wanted to finally meet you since I was hired at Cocky Conclusions but I also did not want to blow my cover."

"Now, I can blow you every day, if you are interested." She paused, slowly licking her lips and letting Rod's mind wander to that thought. "You are quite a good fuck, Mr. Bippea - or Bond, whichever it is?" She ran her hand along Rod's arm.

Rod smiled at the thought. Bippea or Bond? Why choose? After all, his cock had been both shaken and stirred by the dazzling Dehlia.