Chapter 2

It was April, the cherry blossoms on the roadside were almost gone, and Bethany brought me a guest.

“Miss Abigail, this is George from Lanport Bank, “ Bethany said.

Compared to the last time I saw her, Bethany was even more beautiful. I was not mistaken in thinking so. Her face had indeed changed. She was my friend and a criminal police officer at the Langang City Police Department. In the past two years, she participated in a secret undercover operation and had plastic surgery afterwards, which made her already beautiful face even more cool.

She is 177cm tall, 2cm taller than me, 29 years old, 7 years younger than me. She has an oval face, and after minor plastic surgery, her appearance is perfect. She has an overly beautiful slender figure, long straight black hair, and a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings extending from her hip-wrapped professional skirt and wearing black pointed patent leather high heels.

Her snow-white skin and red lips made her look dazzlingly cool, but such a beauty did not make Mr. Ming smile.

He said,” Miss Abigail, I only know that you are the editor-in-chief of Huanya Media and a famous journalist, but I didn’t expect you to be a detective?”

“In fact, I no longer take investigation business.”

　　Bethany added: “Unless it’s a friend who introduced it.”

I could only smile and take it as my agreement.

　　George said,” Miss Abigail, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but this matter involves the privacy of me and my ... ex-fiancée, so I have to be cautious. Excuse me, it’s hard for me to believe that a beautiful woman like you is also an investigative detective.”

　　Bethany said,” George, have you heard about the Chaise Club case?”

“Of course I know. That case caused a stir across the country eight or nine years ago. Let me think about it. It involves drugs and human trafficking, right? If I remember correctly, the first person to report that case was Miss Abigail.”

　　Bethany said, “Actually, Miss Abigail solved that case.”

“What? Really?”

“Unfortunately, our police only assisted Miss Abigail in that case and did some finishing work.”

“Incredible.” George said,” Miss Abigail, how did you, a woman, take down a drug cartel?”

I said, “I’m also sorry that I can’t tell you the details of the case because, as you are concerned, I have to protect the privacy of many people.”

“You are right, I made a mistake.”

　　Bethany put her hand on his shoulder and said,” Don’t worry, George. Miss Abigail is overkill when it comes to Emily ‘s matter.”

“Bethany, can’t you just help me investigate? You’re a police officer.”

“It’s precisely because I’m a policeman that I can’t help you.”

“Okay.” George looked at me and said,” Miss Abigail, my fiancée’s name is Emily. Have you heard of her?”

“Of course I’ve heard of her. She’s the most famous advertising model in the country and has also played roles in several movies.”

“I broke up with her half a month ago. No, she broke up with me.”

“You think there’s something fishy going on?”

“Of course.” George said with a painful expression, “I know. You must be thinking that I was dumped, so I am not convinced, or I am mentally ill. To be honest, I may be mentally ill. I really love Emily ... I don’t know how to say it ... I...”

“George, can you please tell me what is wrong with you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my relationship with Emily. It was fine two months ago. It’s impossible for her to fall in love with someone else in just one month, right? But in the past month or so, she seems to have completely lost interest in me. It’s as if ... it’s as if ... I don’t know how to put it, it’s as if she has fallen in love with someone else.”

I asked him,” George, please answer a few questions for me truthfully.”

“Please ask.”

“Did you have sexual intercourse with Miss Emily in the past two months?”

“this...”

“Please answer truthfully.”

“Yes, of course.”

“frequency.”

“This ... well, it happens every day when we’re together.”

“How many times a week on average?”

“A week? ... Three to five times. If she’s not working that week then that’s seven times, every day.”

“How many times do you orgasm each time you do it?”

“Listen to me, Miss Abigail, I am definitely not impotent. I can ... satisfy Emily.”

“Please answer me truthfully, how many times do you orgasm every time you do it?”

“When it’s less, it’s once or twice. When it’s more...”

“How many?”

“Eleven times.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

“It was still like this two months ago?”

“That’s about right.”

In fact, Bethany had already told me about Emily and George ‘s situation in advance. There was something wrong with the whole thing, otherwise I would not have agreed to meet George. But I had to ask George in person to find out if he was lying.

I said to him,” George, I can take on the investigation of Miss Emily, but there is a condition.”

“Please tell me, money is not an issue.”

“My condition is that if I find out that Miss Emily is in a free relationship with someone else, I will immediately withdraw from the investigation.”

“I understand. I agree.”

“If there is a crime involved, I will give you the information I have investigated.”

“What do you mean by crime...?”

“Like sexual coercion.”

　　George bit his thumb and trembled as he said, “This is what I fear the most. I would rather she doesn’t love me than for her to get hurt.”

　　Bethany placed her hands on his shoulders and said softly, “I understand you. It’s going to be okay.”

That night I began investigating Emily’s abnormal behavior. I rented a luxury suite on the 70th floor of the International Hotel, opened my suitcase, took out a telescope, and pointed it at the large flat-floor apartment building opposite. I found the apartment where Emily lived, adjusted the focus, and installed a camera behind the telescope.

The camera’s signal is transmitted to a laptop computer, which records and plays it back in real time.

　　Emily hadn’t come home yet, so I fell on the big, wide bed and lay down to rest.

I wore a white suit today, and suit trousers underneath. Under the trousers, I wore black silk tights, which is commonly known as silk lining pants.

I dress this way for my son Brian, and maybe for myself too.

I discovered a year ago that he was obsessed with my underwear.

At first I thought it was just a coincidence and didn’t believe it. If it was an ordinary mother, I might have ignored it. But after all, I am an investigative reporter who has solved many major sexual crimes, and I almost instinctively thought it was a fetish.

One day I couldn’t help it and installed pinhole cameras in the bathroom and laundry room. I put the stockings and underwear I had worn for a day into the laundry basket and waited to see the results.

I saw my son walk in, lock the door, open the laundry basket, take out my stockings, put his feet on his mouth and nose and breathe hard. I watched him take out my panties, turn them inside out to look at the crotch, and then press the cloth covering my most private parts against his nostrils and smell it.

I was watching the live broadcast at the time and was shocked by his obsession, but my body reacted involuntarily and my underwear was soaked.

I don’t blame my son, but I feel ridiculous for myself.

How long has it been since I last had sex?

How long has it been ... since you were touched by a man?

Seven years? Eight years?

No, this is not the time to think about that.

I sat up and stared at the screen. Five minutes later, Emily returned to her home.

She is as beautiful as in the movies, 27 years old, 174 cm tall, a mature woman with fair skin and gentle temperament. Women like her are usually classified as gentle and mature.

What a coincidence, her outfit today is almost the same as mine, a white suit on the upper body, a silk suspenders inside, and slim-fitting white suit pants on the lower body. Her ankles and feet wrapped in black stockings stick out from under the trouser legs, and they are worn in a pair of pointed stiletto high heels.

Her hairstyle is the same as mine, long, slightly curly brown hair, which makes her look charming and sexy.

As a model, she works out regularly, with a high buttocks and firm breasts, probably a C or D cup. Her body proportions are outstanding, and her legs are particularly slender.

A woman like her must be loved by many people, and it is not impossible for her to fall in love with someone else.

She stood in front of the French window, first pacing back and forth anxiously, then looking out. I raised the telescope’s magnification and could see her oval face and bright red lips.

She was looking for someone, that was for sure, but that person was definitely not George.

Then she turned around and a man opened the door of her house by himself.

The man walked towards her and stood with her in front of the French window, they were talking about something. I pointed the camera at the man’s face and raised the magnification to see him clearly, but he turned around and walked into the dark of the apartment.

There was a bed there, the man called Emily, she walked over, and the two of them stood almost touching each other.

At this time, I saw their height difference clearly. Emily was 174cm tall, and with 10cm high heels, her height should be 184cm. The man was a head shorter than her, so he should be around 165cm tall.

He didn’t look fat, but he seemed very strong. He held something in front of Emily and seemed to say something, while Emily stood straight in front of him, as quiet as a lifeless doll.

Then the man began to circle Emily, looking at her body from every angle, his hands caressing her body randomly, but Emily still stood straight and did not react.

The only thing I can be sure of now is that these two people had a physical relationship.

As for why Emily didn’t move, I thought this might be a sex game?

The man’s hands were on Emily ‘s buttocks, he knelt down behind the beauty, slid his hands up and down her legs, and then pressed his face against her buttocks. Then he put his hands inside Emily’s legs and slid up to her crotch to rub it.

　　Emily was swaying, but still standing.

The man pointed to the bed and she lay down on it. He took off her high heels and put her silk feet on his face.

I suddenly thought of my son Brian, who had also pressed my stockings against his mouth and nose, then took a deep breath and smelled my scent. Did he also want to hold his mother’s silk feet and smell and suck them like that man?

This thought made me a little dazed, as if the beautiful woman whose feet were being smelled by the man on the screen was not Emily, but me, Abigail.

The man climbed up and kissed her. She did not resist at all. Instead, she hugged him and accepted him.

Her long legs were hooked around the man, her arms were around the man, her body was entangled with him, and their mouths were still tightly connected. No matter how you look at it, it was voluntary, and the love was deep and passionate.

My body also reacted, and I felt my body heat up, especially my crotch. I could feel my nipples and clitoris erecting, my vagina contracting, and a vague feeling of emptiness.

Continuing to watch, the man unbuttoned Emily ‘s suit, kissed her neck and collarbone, then he took off Emily ‘s pants, revealing her lower body wrapped in black stockings.

He admired her sexy lower body, stroked her silk legs and crotch, leaned over to kiss, suck, rub and knead, playing from her thighs to her calves and then to her feet, then back to her crotch, burying his face deeply in it, finally he turned Emily over, looked at her firm black silk buttocks again and again, rubbed them with his hands, kissed them with his mouth, and pressed his face into her buttocks, as if he had stuffed his nose into it.

　　Emily was moved, and so was I.

I began to imagine that it was me in that bed and my hands unconsciously went down to rest on my inner thighs.

The two people on the screen became more and more passionate. The man took off his clothes and was completely naked. He was indeed strong and powerful, with full muscles all over his body.

　　Emily’s top was taken off and her bra was unhooked. The man rubbed and bit her breasts, lifted her arms, sniffed, kissed and licked her armpits.

His penis was very long and he slid it all over Emily ‘s body. Then he grabbed her pair of stockings and clamped his penis around her legs and jerked them.

My hand had already been placed on my crotch, which was terribly hot there. My body was sweating and my hand was moving slowly.

The beauty on the screen seemed to be burning with desire. Her slender body twisted wildly. She was screaming and begging for mercy, her hands instinctively rubbing and caressing her neck and breasts.

The man took off her pantyhose and panties, put the panties on his face and sucked on them a few times, then he pounced on her and gave the beauty a blowjob.

　　Emily’s upper body arched, her swollen breasts stood high. Her long legs clamped the man’s head, her calves hooked around his back, and her feet rubbed against him. The man held her hips and hugged them, licking up and down in her crotch, front and back, as if he would not miss every inch.

I was envious of her, my vagina was so empty and uncomfortable, and absurd sexual fantasies were pouring out of my mind, and I couldn’t stop them. My hands couldn’t stop either.

Then the man finally inserted.

They changed three positions. The first one was the missionary position. After two minutes, the man held Emily and let her sit up. The two of them sat and hugged each other, sometimes thrusting up and down, sometimes stopping to kiss. Then the man lay down and let the beauty ride on him.

　　Emily was already so excited that she lost herself in excitement. She was shaking her hips and leaning back in comfort. She was sitting up and down on herself, her long hair flying in the air. She was also kneading her breasts from time to time, and moaning to the sky.

This continued for another two minutes, and she finally fell down, shaking violently, and threw herself on top of the man.

He held her waist and moved down to her hips, first caressing them, then grabbing and kneading them, then sliding his fingers into her buttocks, sliding over her sensitive area.

　　Emily didn’t resist at all, and seemed to just wantonly feel the ecstasy. She lay on his body and lingered with him, her breathing still going strong, the man hugged her and sat up powerfully.

The man was already incredibly long, and I imagined how tightly their lower bodies would be pressed together without the condom blocking them.

They looked into each other’s eyes, and the man’s hand caressed her beautiful face. They looked like a close couple.

The man began to stir again, and Emily leaned back in comfort, moving to match him. They kissed passionately, their lips pressed tightly together and sucking each other, Emily screamed in ecstasy, and then reached orgasm again.

But the night didn’t end there. They kept having sex, resting, cuddling, and then continuing to have sex. They were lying on their stomachs, sitting, standing; from behind, from the front, from the side; on the bed, on the floor, on the sofa, on the dining table, lying on the French window. Over and over again, round after round, they kept doing it, kept releasing, kept cumming inside, and they forgot themselves in their climaxes.