I just so happened to by glancing at the door when I saw a shadow appear in the frosted glass window. A knock on the door and she walked into the office. I say walked, when it would more appropriate to say she glided into the office. She came up to my desk and in a voice that would make the strongest man’s knees buckle, she spoke.
“Are you the detective on the door? Detective Kirkman?” she asked, her face partially obscured by her large floppy black hat. The woman was dressed in a tight black halter top stretch-knit dress with a cutout strategically placed to show her very ample cleavage. The dress was short – the length somewhere between flirty and whorish, but on her it looked amazing. She wore black, strappy CFM heels with silver accents on the top near her manicured and painted toes.
“Yes, I am. Can I help you?” I said.
“I might need you to do some work for me,” she said.
I stood up indicating the chair on the other side of my desk. “Please have a seat, Miss…”
She took a seat, sitting down and crossing her well-toned and shapely legs. “Reynolds. Beverly Reynolds.”
“Well Miss Reynolds, how can I help you?” I asked.
The woman in black raised her head and I saw her for the first time then. She was an absolutely stunning woman, with a flawless classical face, high cheekbones, full crimson lips and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. My heart skipped a beat as I looked into her beautiful face until her voice broke the spell.
“It’s Mrs. Reynolds… at least for now. Mr. Kirkman, I suspect my husband may be cheating on me and I would like you to find out if he is and with whom. If, in fact, he is cheating and you can get proof of it, I will file for divorce and take him for everything he is worth. He has done this in the past twice before, and he told me both times that he has changed. But a leopard rarely changes his spots and if he is back doing it again, I need to know,” she said.
“I see. Well let me start off by saying I am sorry that you had to come to me with this. However I understand your situation all too well. I have had dozens of cases like yours and most of them – not all, mind you, but most of them – the spouse was indeed cheating. Husbands and wives both cheat and I have investigated both. More often it’s the husband I find cheating, but it’s certainly not exclusive to men,” I explained
“I’m sure it isn’t. I’ve known girlfriends who have played around as well. But I have remained faithful, Mr. Kirkman, despite his catting about. However, I refuse to continue being a victim to him. What he is doing is wrong, and dangerous to both him and me. I don’t want to get some sort of STD because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.”
“No, I would think not, Mrs. Reynolds. Yes I would be happy to take the case if you’d like. I think I can find you the answers you seek,” I said.
“And what would something like that run?” she asked.
“My standard fee, Mrs. Reynolds, is $150.00 an hour plus expenses,” I said flatly.
“I see. That is kind of pricey…”
“Well Mrs. Reynolds, there are cheaper detectives in town, but you won’t find one better. I can charge higher prices because I get the job done.”
“I suppose you are right, Mr. Kirkman. Ok, you have the job. When can you get started?”
“I will get on it first thing Monday morning. Meanwhile why don’t you go home and gather me all the information you have up to this point. I need to know the name of the suspected other woman if you know it, as well as his history of cheating in the past, along with all the regular details – his full name, address, any credit cards he has, where he works, and anything else you think might help me track him,” I told her.
“Okay, I can do that,” she said.
“Now because I am now investigating your husband, we have to be discrete. You can see here that I have two phones on my desk. The black one here is a regular phone. People looking to hire me such as yourself can look my office up in the phone book and call here. I answer it as I would normally. But this red phone is a decoy phone, meant to hide me from people who may snoop around. If you have to call me for some reason, always try to do it when hubby is at work and call me from someplace other than home so the number can’t be traced. If you have to call from home, though, call this number.”
I handed her a business card with just the decoy phone’s number on it.
“Now, don’t be surprised when I answer ‘AMG Marketing Service’ – that is the name associated with this phone and should hubby want to redial this number to find out who you called, he will think it’s just a telemarketer. Also if you call from home, make it a very short message, like ‘Hi call me right away.’ or ‘I need to meet you in your office.’ That way it won’t look like we are really talking and hubby will think it was just a misdialed number,” I told her.
“You think of everything, don’t you, Mr. Kirkman.”
“I told you, I’m the best. Oh, and you can call me Peter,” I said, smiling.
“Ok, Peter. I will get the things you need to get going on your investigation and get back with you. Thank you for taking this job.”
“Well, I hope for your sake that I don’t find anything,” I said, standing up and taking her hand.
“Oh, I’m prepared if you do. As I said, this isn’t the first time he’s done this. But, thank you.”
My beautiful client then turned and glided out of the office just as gracefully as she had come in, and the view of her leaving was every bit as good as when she walked in!
I went home right after she left and got started on my weekend plans. But my mind kept going back to my gorgeous new client and I have to admit, not all my thoughts were very “professional”! But as the weekend progressed and other things took over my thoughts, she faded into the background.
Monday morning came around bringing her back into my thoughts. I began to work on her case as soon as I got to the office that morning. I started my investigation simply by looking up hubby’s name – Paul Allen Reynolds – on the Internet. My search showed there were two people by that name here in New York City. Okay, how about a Paul Allen Reynolds married to a Beverly Reynolds. Ahh, there you go. It seemed as if Mr. Paul Allen Reynolds was a well-regarded plastic surgeon with an office in Manhattan. I could see the dollar signs forming in front of my eyes already.
He had been practicing in the area for almost 10 years. That’s good, it meant he had established a client base and a name in this town and wouldn’t be as willing to just pick up and disappear at the first sign of trouble. What else could I find out easily…
Mr. Reynolds had no criminal background and his driving record seemed pretty clean, too. One of those “fine upstanding citizens” they were always talking about, apparently. Only this citizen seemed to have a skeleton or two in the closet. But I couldn’t do much more without some more info from the jilted wife, my beautiful client. So after opening a file on my computer for the case, I jotted down all the info I had found so far and began to work on other cases I had going at the time.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I closed one of my older cases which always made me feel good, then went home for the night.
The next morning, as I was opening up the office and getting the computer fired up for the day, the regular office phone rang.
“Kirkman Investigative Services,” I answered.
“Hello, it’s Beverly Reynolds. I’m calling from the library down the street from my home. I have the information you asked for. Is there someplace we can meet?”
“Oh hello, Beverly. Sure, do you know the little Thai restaurant on the corner of 8th and 42nd Street in Brooklyn?”
“No, but I’m sure I can find it.”
“Ok, well when you get there, go in and ask for the owner, Lin Tao. He speaks English so tell him you are there to meet me. He’ll know what to do from there,” I told her.
“Um…ok. I will take me about 45 minutes to get there,” she said, a bit unsure about this meeting.
“That’s fine. I’ll be waiting,” I said.
I had this little room above the Thai restaurant that I used for surreptitious meetings. I had helped the restaurant owner, Lin Tao, with an investigation into some workers he had that were skimming off his profits.
“Hello, Mrs. Reynolds.”
“Please Peter, call me Beverly. Mrs. Reynolds makes me sound old and I may not be Mrs. Reynolds much longer.”
“Fair enough. Did you have any troubles getting here?”
“No, I drove here as soon as I hung up talking to you. I was kind of nervous about talking to your friend, Lin Tao, though. When he showed me through the kitchen to the hallway and pointed up those stairs, I was starting to get concerned. But I’m here and I see what the whole purpose for the secrecy was.
“Yes, it is difficult to meet in a place where we can’t be spotted these days. Here if anyone was following you, they would think you just went in for lunch or something. I came in another way on the next street over.”
“Very clever. Anyway, here is the information you wanted. I have told you his name already,” she said handing me a manilla envelope.”
“Yes, I did a quick Internet search and found him. I know a few things already from that. He’s a plastic surgeon isn’t he?”
“That’s right, and a very good one. I was one of his first clients!”
“Well then he is indeed talented,” I said.
“Thank you. I had a nose job, a chin lift and a boob job done. I guess I was his practice dummy,” she said.
“I can’t imagine you needing any work done. And you certainly don’t strike me as a dummy.”
“Aww, aren’t you sweet,” she said, smiling. “So what’s next?”
“Well I will do a credit check and I will check out the names you have given me here of his other female acquaintances…”
“His little sluts – we can call them what they are!” she said angrily.
“Yes. Anyway, I can do more digging and then I may have to do some surveillance in order to catch him… with his pants down so to speak.”
“Whatever you have to do. I just need to know if he is cheating or not so I know where to go from here. If he is cheating, I will divorce him. And if he’s not, well he never needs to know I hired you to check up on him,” she said.
“Understood,” I said. I got up, offered her my hand and helped her to her feet. As I pulled her up, she sort of half-stumbled a bit. She lurched forward into my arms as I caught her and kept her from falling.
Holding her like that, so close to me and smelling her hair and subtle sweet perfume, was exhilarating. I didn’t want to let her go, to be honest. But she was a client and I had to remember that. So I helped her steady herself and she looked up into my face with a charming blush.
“T..thank you. I don’t know what happened,” she said shyly.
“No problem. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine now,” she said straightening and smoothing her outfit. “Thank you again for doing this for me, Peter.”
“Well, I will get on this and see what I can find out for you. If you think of anything else or if anything else happens, let me know,” I said, walking her to the door.
“I will.” And she walked out the door and started down the stairs, returning through the restaurant the way she came. I shut the door after she left and I could still detect the scent of her perfume in the room. The lady was definitely making an impression on me…
The next few days I busied myself in the investigation. I learned that my subject had the four credit cards Beverly had listed. But he also had two more – a gold MasterCard, and a Platinum Visa – that apparently she had no knowledge of. I learned he drove a Lexus GS, which is a very nice $50,000 luxury automobile. I learned that while they lived in Montclair, the pair had a summer place in South Hampton as well. This guy lived a pretty good life.
But I was getting paid good money to find some dirt on this guy and so after I had the paper research done on him, it was time to put him under the microscope and see what he didn’t have written down.
I packed my very ordinary Toyota Camry with the things I would need for an evening of surveillance and headed over to Manhattan where Paul’s office was. Beverly had given me a call that morning telling me that Paul had said he “had to work late that day and wouldn’t be home till later that evening.” Yeah, right. So I went over there and parked a little way down the street and on the other side and waited.
About 20 minutes later, I saw Paul pull out of the parking lot of the office building. I started to follow him, staying a couple cars behind him so I wouldn’t be too obvious. He drove over to Hackensack to a small house on fairly nice-looking neighborhood street where he pulled into the driveway there and into a small detached garage and shut the door. He obviously didn’t want to be noticed parking there from the street. I parked a couple houses down the street on the other side and waited a bit.
After about a half hour, I knew he wasn’t coming out soon. So I got my camera and walked carefully up to the house. Walking around the house and peeking gingerly into the windows, I finally spotted him in one of the bedrooms, laying on the bed with a very attractive young woman. Both of them were making out passionately and both were in a half dressed state. He had his shirt off and she was clothed only in bra and panties. When I first spotted them she was busily working on his belt, kneeling in front of him while he stood there allowing this girl to undress him.
I made sure my camera was set up and snapped a couple pictures of their activities, then waited for more action. I didn’t have long to wait either. The girl, a well-built blond I’ll call Blondie (at this point I didn’t know her name, although I was to learn it later), finished unfastening Paul’s belt and pants and tugged them down around his ankles. As I watched clicking away with my camera from time to time, Blondie took Paul’s cock happily into her mouth and began sucking and bobbing her head up and down on his cock. Paul slowly turned to sit on the bed with Blondie in tow, still sucking for all she was worth. She worked on his cock for a good six or seven minutes, getting him nice and hard, before he rose, pulling her up to her feet and pushing her onto the bed on her back.
I watched as Paul then crawled between Blondie’s wide-spread legs. She eagerly beckoned him to her and he quickly buried his face in her pussy, much to the delight of the girl. I could hear her squeal even through the closed window as he began feasting on the blonde’s pussy.
Blondie was enjoying herself immensely, judging from the moans and squeals and words I heard her screaming as Paul ate her. The girl was quite vocal in her encouragement! I watched as she squirmed and wriggled under Paul’s tormenting mouth and tongue, thrashing and grabbing at the blankets in fits of ecstasy.
After a few minutes and making Blondie cum twice, Paul got up from his meal and knelt at the girls wet pussy. He took his rock hard cock in hand and aimed it at her hungry hole and then slipped into her slickly in one thrust. My camera clicked away showing the whole sequence as Blondie let out another loud squeal of joy. Once he had bottomed out inside her, he began pumping in and out of her starting slowly and gaining speed and ferocity. Blondie began moaning again, clutching at him and pulling him down onto her.
This time, however it didn’t take very long before both were on the edge of their mutual orgasm and as I was wrapping up my photographic evidence, they both came together, howling and panting as Paul fell on top of his blonde bimbo.
I had everything I needed for my investigation now. I returned to my car putting my camera safely away and drove to the office. A few minutes downloading and organizing the pictures and I was ready for the reveal.
“Hello Beverly? I have some information for you. Can we meet and discuss my findings?” I said, calling her the next day after I knew her husband was at work.
“Yes, I can come to your office if you like.”
“Yes, that would be fine. Shall we say in about an hour?”
“An hour is perfect. See you then,” she said. Beverly sounded like it was a good morning. It was a shame that I would soon ruin her good mood…
The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.
