Sin in the City of Angels Page 6

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  “Take a seat sir.” Nancy purrs, pulling a chair towards you. You sit down, your cuffed hands hanging behind the back of the seat, your cock jutting upwards. She pulls off her tie and smiles sexily as she slowly and seductively unbuttons her shirt, peeling it back and exposing her bra clad chest. She unbuckles her gun belt and it drops to the floor with a clunk. Her shoes follow and you swallow as you watch her unfasten her pants. She slides them down to her ankles and steps out of them. She stands seductively before you in just her lacy white bra and panties with her hand on her hip. Reaching behind her back, she unhooks her bra. Her gray eyes gaze deeply into yours as she slowly slides the narrow straps off her shoulders and allows the flimsy garment to fall away. You gaze at her firm, perky breasts, her nipples erect and begging for attention. You salivate at the thought of sucking those hard little buds into your mouth.

  “Must be a comfort to know that if this cop thing doesn’t work out, you could write your own ticket in any strip joint in town.” You grin, your cock twitching with arousal. Nancy chuckles and glides towards you, straddling you and cupping her mounds. You lean forward, showering kisses on the tops of her breasts. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure before guiding an engorged nipple to your lips. You eagerly draw it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and sucking it.

  “Yesss!” She gasps, enjoying your attentions for a few moments before guiding her other breast to your lips. You greedily kiss and suck her other nipple, enjoying the taste of her soft, warm skin. Nancy groans with delight before pulling back and sitting down on you. She loops her arms around your neck and kisses you hungrily. Her tongue spears between your lips, her passion barely contained now as she grinds herself against your lap. You moan into her mouth, enjoying the friction of her lacy panties against the underside of your hardened cock. She pulls away slightly, her eyes burning with lust.

  “Nancy…” You groan, willing her to take you inside her. She smiles broadly before reaching down between her legs and tugging the gusset of her panties to one side. She presses her lips back to yours while you feel her fingers grasp your shaft. She shuffles on your lap and you groan into her mouth as you feel her sink down on you, her hot, moist pussy enveloping your rigid length.

  “Damn, that feels good.” She groans, beginning to rock back and forth, your cock slipping easily in and out of her slick pussy. You grunt your agreement, finding your passive role both thrilling and frustrating. While you enjoy Nancy riding you, you wish you could reach out and massage her beautiful breasts as they tremble with each thrust.

  “It’s been a while, eh?” You gasp.

  “Too long.” She moans, quickening her pace.

  “You should swing by my office anytime you need me to scratch that itch.” You grin. Nancy is riding you vigorously now and you can feel the tension building in your loins.

  “Tempting.” She pants. “Though I hear you’ve already got a girl in your office to keep you from getting antsy.” She chuckles at your surprised expression.

  “Sounds like someone’s been looking through some key holes.” You grumble.

  “There’s only one hole you should be thinking about now.” She breathes. “So stop talking and fuck me!” Your eyes widen at her language. Her face and chest become increasingly flushed as her breathing quickens. “Yes, yes!” She moans, grinding her hips down on you. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” It’s not like the broad is giving you any choice in the matter as she slams herself down on you again and again. You watch her body tense, her jaw clench, her eyes bulge and with a shattering cry of ecstasy, she reaches her climax. She quivers as waves of pleasure crash through her, letting out little rasping pants of delight until she finally slumps forward, her hot breath on your face. Her eyes are heavy lidded and a smile of pure satisfaction plays on her lips.

  “That’s almost worth getting suspended for.” She murmurs, her body heaving against you. “But now it’s your turn. You wanna unload these inside me?” She reaches behind her and gives your aching balls a playful squeeze. “Or maybe you’d rather shoot all over these?” She smiles slyly, cupping her breasts and pressing them together.

  Come inside her

  Come on her chest

  You thrust up inside her, making your intentions clear.

  “Okay.” Nancy smiles, settling into her earlier rhythm. “Now sir, are you going to come quietly?” She asks sternly.

  “I highly doubt it.” You chuckle. She giggles, rocking back and forth on your lap. You strain against your handcuffs, desperately wishing you could caress her beautiful, toned body and massage her firm breasts. Perhaps reading the lust in your eyes, she leans forward, her breasts quivering just before your face as she continues to bounce up and down on your lap. You crane your head forward, but she pulls back just out of reach, a playful smile on her lips.

  “Bitch.” You murmur with a grin.

  “Sir, that’s no way to address a police officer.” She chuckles before relenting and pulling your head to her chest. You eagerly take a nipple into your mouth, trapping the hardened bud between your lips and gently sucking it. Nancy moans with delight, her fingers stroking the back of your head. She grinds her hips down on you in a circular motion and as she guides your face to her other breast, you can feel the tension rapidly building in your loins.

  “I’m getting close.” You warn her breathlessly.

  “Come inside me.” She replies, her own breathing increasingly ragged and uneven. You draw the nipple into your mouth, sucking a little harder now as you feel your orgasm rising. Nancy throws back her head, moaning thickly with delight. You pull away from her chest, your muscles tensing up as she relentlessly rides you to the brink.

  “Yes, yes, do it!” She gasps. You let out a roar of release, thrusting up inside her as your load streaks up your shaft to explode deep within her pussy. Nancy stiffens before throwing back her head and wailing so loudly, you’re sure they can hear her back at the front desk. Your bodies buck and jerk together in a dance of ecstasy as your cries and gasps of pleasure fill the tiny, windowless room. As her clenching pussy draws the last of your seed from you, she slumps forward, her hot panting breath on your face, your bodies sticky with perspiration. She presses her lips to yours, kissing you tenderly, the wild lust of earlier replaced by a familiar affection. After a moment, she climbs off you, your glistening cock slapping back against you.

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  “Let me give you a pearl necklace.” You groan thickly.

  “A girl loves jewelry.” Nancy giggles, climbing off you, your rigid shaft slipping out of her juicy hole. She kneels between your open legs and reaches out to grasp your cock in one hand while she cradles her breasts with her other arm, pressing them together and presenting them to you. She fixes you with a sultry gaze that almost makes you come right there and then as she begins to stroke your throbbing cock.

  “Yes sweetheart, just like that.” You moan, her fingers sliding over your glistening shaft.

  “That feel good?” Nancy purrs, grinning up at you.

  “Just keep going and you’ll see how good it feels.” You grunt, your impending climax rising in your loins. She chuckles, leaning forward and dragging the tip of your cock across the soft mounds of her breasts. You grit your teeth, groaning with pleasure. Her hand quickens, stroking you faster now and gently twisting her fingers around your slick length.

  “Do it Sam.” She tells you huskily. “I want to watch you explode all over me.”

  “Nancy…” You rasp through gritted teeth, the pressure in your balls building to a crescendo. Her hand tightens around your shaft, pumping you harder still. You groan, feeling your balls draw up and your seed race up your shaft. You let out a stifled roar of release and Nancy gasps with delight as the first thick spurt splatters onto her right breast. You grunt again and again as your shaft twitches powerfully in her hand, ropes of come erupting from the tip and splashing across her firm, tanned chest. Your thick, creamy come trickles down her curves, coating h
er nipples and collecting in her cleavage. As the last of your seed dribbles down her fingers, she releases you and cups her splattered breasts.

  “Damn, Harlowe, that’s some load you gave me!” She giggles, massaging the pearly white fluid into her mounds. You nod and smile weakly.

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  As you catch your breath, Nancy stoops to collect her uniform and pulls it back on. She steps behind you and you hear the handcuffs click as she unlocks them.

  “You’re some broad, you know that?” You tell her as you massage your wrists before slipping your softening cock back into your pants and zipping up your fly.

  “You ever wonder what might have been if the war had never happened?” Nancy muses, perching on the edge of the table. “Think we’d be together.”

  “What, married with a houseful of kids, white picket fences, the whole nine yards?” You reply slightly sardonically.

  “Would it be so hard to imagine.” She replies defensively, her eyes narrowing and her lips tightening.

  “Maybe.” You reply, sincerely this time. “Liked you a lot back then.” You shrug. “Probably for the best. I’d have made a lousy husband. You’d have been miserable.”

  “Lucky break, huh?” She smiles sadly.

  “Lucky break.” You nod. Nancy sighs and moves to the door, the bolt snapping back as she unlocks it. You both step out of the room to find O’Halloran waiting in the corridor outside.

  “What the hell were you two doing in there?” He mutters. You shrug, but Nancy averts her eyes and blushes furiously. O’Halloran sighs and shakes his head. “Well, while you two have been… debriefing each other, I’ve got the coroner’s report back.” He growls, raising a buff folder.

  “Anything?” You ask. O’Halloran glares at you before glancing at Nancy, who shrugs.

  “They pulled a slug out of his chest.” He tells you, opening the file. “He was shot with a forty-five. Powder burns on his clothes and the absence of any witnesses despite the public location suggest he was shot at close range with a silenced pistol, probably a Colt M1911 or similar. They found his I.D. His name’s Robert Carstairs, a butler in Neville Vandergraaf’s employ.” He closes the file and tucks it under his arm.

  “Thanks.” You reply. O’Halloran nods sullenly while Nancy smiles.

  “It was good to see you again, Sam.” She tells you.

  “And you, Nancy.” You grin with a sly wink before pulling on your hat and heading out of the station.

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  You slam your foot on the brake, the tires squealing in protest as you screech to a halt. You blast the horn at the stupid son-of-a-bitch, cursing as you watch the Aston Martin’s tail lights disappear into the distance.

  “What the hell!” You shout at the car in front before your eyes widen as two men step out into the rain. “Shit.” You reach into your jacket for your gun, but a tap on the window with the muzzle of a pistol dissuades you.

  “Step outside Harlowe.” The man growls.

  “I haven’t got my umbrella.” You reply, slowly withdrawing your hand from inside your jacket.

  “That’s gonna be the least of your problems, wise-ass.” He sneers. You reluctantly step out of the car into the teeming rain. The first hood has beady, deep-set eyes and a permanent sneer on his sallow face. The second is the muscle, a bulky thug looming over his shoulder. The hood reaches into your jacket and slides out the snub nosed revolver from your shoulder holster before gesturing for you to lead the way into a nearby darkened alleyway. You glance fearfully towards it.

  “Don’t give yourself an ulcer, pal.” The hood chuckles. “If we were gonna knock you off, we’d have done it already. We just want a quiet chat, is all.” You reluctantly move into the shadows, your clothes already soaked and your hair drenched. The thug grasps your arm and the hood steps before you, aiming his pistol from his hip.

  “Listen Harlowe, we know you’re investigating Neville Vandergraaf.” He growls. “Our employer doesn’t like that, so either you drop the case or you get lead poisoning, capiche?” You try to shrug the thug’s hand from your arm, but he tightens his grip.

  “If I wanted to see a gorilla, I’d have gone to the zoo.” You snap, glaring over your shoulder at him. The henchman simply grins. A bully. Over confident and arrogant. Used to getting his own way through his sheer presence and strong-arming anyone foolish enough to be unimpressed. You guess that makes you a fool.

  “We have an understanding, Harlowe?” The hood growls.

  Nod

  Stare him out

  You reluctantly give the hood a curt nod.

  “See, he’s not as stupid as he looks.” The hood grins to his henchman.

  “This is your first and last warning. Let this one go.” He nods at the thug and he releases his grasp. The pair disappear into the shadows, leaving you alone in the deserted alleyway. You make your way back to your car and climb quickly inside just as the heavy rain subsides.

  “Yeah, that figures.” You mutter before firing up the engine and driving back towards your office.

  You step through the frosted glass door of your office, your clothes dripping all over the floor. In the adjoining bedroom, you can hear the muffled tones of Paige’s singing in the shower. The girl can certainly carry a tune. As you shrug off your drenched jacket and pull off your tie, you smile to yourself. The pretty brunette will be a welcome distraction after a disappointing evening. You pause at the bedroom door, wondering whether to heed the hood’s warning.

  Give up the case

  Ignore the warning

  You sigh and sit down at your desk before reluctantly reaching for the telephone and dialing Viola’s number.

  “It’s Harlowe… Yeah I know what time it is.” You growl. “Listen, I’m not going to be able to continue with the case… No, I’m not joking. I’m having to drop it for health reasons. I’ll return your money and can recommend some other private detectives… I don’t appreciate that tone Mrs Vandergraaf… Yeah, well screw you too, ya stuck up bitch!” You slam the receiver down on its cradle and stare angrily at it for a moment before rising from your desk. You cross the room and step into the bedroom just as you hear Paige shut the shower off. She emerges from the bathroom a few moments later with a towel wrapped around her, her dark hair hanging around her shoulders in long, damp tendrils. She squeals in surprise as you pull her into your arms, pressing your lips to hers. As you kiss, you tug the towel free, Paige giggling as it slips to the floor. As you guide her towards the bed, the fate of Viola Vandergraaf is already fading from your mind.

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  Go back a few moments and rethink your actions

  You glare back at the hood, not offering a response. He smirks before nodding at the henchman who drags you around and smashes his fist into your stomach. You double over, gasping from the crunching impact. You feel like he’s hit you with a sledgehammer. He follows up with an upper cut, your head rocking back. You drop to the floor and the thug follows up with a couple of savage kicks to your body, leaving you wheezing for breath.

  “Consider this your first and last warning.” The hood tells you, standing over you. “Let this one go.” He nods at the thug and the pair disappear into the shadows, leaving you alone in the deserted alleyway.

  “Jesus, Sam, what the hell happened to you?!” Paige asks as you stumble into the office, your clothes wet through and grubby from the chin music.

  “Some hoods didn’t take too kindly to my snooping around in Vandergraaf’s business.” You reply, wincing as you shrug off your jacket and peel off your soaked shirt. “Suggested strongly that I back off.”

  “My God!” She murmurs, gazing at your bruised chest. “Are you okay?”

  “Just swell.” You reply wryly.

  “I’m gonna run you a hot bath.” She tells you. “You’ll feel better after a soak.” You shrug and throw yourself down in your chair.

  “Sure sweetheart.” You grin. “In the meantime, I’ll have me a whiskey. Just for medicinal purposes of cour
se.” Paige smiles and rolls her eyes before hurrying through the adjoining bedroom and into the connecting bathroom.

  A few minutes later, Paige calls you in. You walk stiffly into your bedroom. Paige waits in the doorway to the bathroom and is now dressed in the silk nightdress she keeps at your place.

  “All ready for you, Sam.” She smiles. You grunt and limp past her into the bathroom. The small, white tiled room is filled with a dense steamy fog and the roll top bath is nearly full to the brim with a thick layer of bubbles. Stripping off your remaining clothes, you gingerly climb into the bath, wincing as you sit down. You lay back in the hot water with just your head and knees above the bubbly surface.

  “Aw Sam.” Paige murmurs from the doorway. “Let me help you.”

  “I don’t need you fussing.” You growl at her.

  “Stop being so damn stubborn.” She tells you sternly. Taken aback, you nod. She kneels next to the bath, reaches for a sponge and gently scrubs at your shoulders, arms and chest. Finding it quite relaxing, you close your eyes, listening to the sound of droplets of water from the sponge dripping back into the bath. Paige shuffles further down the bath and gently lifts each of your legs, scrubbing them before slowly working her way up past your knees. As she scrubs the inside of your thighs, you can feel a stirring between your legs. Apparently oblivious, Paige continues to scrub your body until the straining crown of your engorged shaft rises out of the water.

  “Sam!” She squeals in surprise. “My God! Are you ever not horny?” You shrug and flash her a smile. She giggles and plays the sponge over your hardened shaft, making it twitch.

  “Can you think of a remedy to reduce the swelling?” You smirk, arching an eyebrow.