Chapter 8

I watch the babe dancing in the window.

This chick is hot, and she looks a lot hotter because of the outfit she has on. It's a bunch of leather cords and metal chains, showing a lot and covering a whole lot less.

"Nice," I say quietly.

"If you like no muscles or tone," my partner says.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch," I say. "Maybe she's too busy fucking to go to the gym."

"You wish, Murray," Muscles says. "She's a flirt. Shows it everywhere, but just peekee, no pokee. That costs more."

I cringe. I hate hearing my lines thrown back at me.

They never sound as good as when I say them.

This babe sure flirts nice though. Great body, just lush enough to wanta crawl all over it: big boobs, hot ass, all just oversized enough to be really interesting.

She's got long blonde hair and a very black pussy patch. Sometimes mismatched furnishings go well together, and Dana is one of those girls.

Muscles hits me on the arm.

"Calm down, Murray. She looks great, but you wouldn't like her if you got to know her."

I snort.

"Hell, I want to fuck her, not be social with her."

The guys she's dancing for are enjoying the performance. There's two businessman types and Dana's dancing up close to them, letting them touch her tits and ass and pussy, just enough to heat em up but not enough to get em off.

That comes extra.

Yeah, Dana hooks. But it ain't cheap. She goes for five hundred minimum, and that's a fucking blow job. Getting more is a K and up.

Then I see the front door open and Mr. Smiles comes in.

Mr. Smiles is just that: all smiles without an ounce of nice behind it. He smiled his way into my client's bed, and then into her pocketbook. Now he wants to marry the broad, even though she's fifty four and Mr. Smiles is thirty two. He says it's true love.

He's right. He truly loves her pocketbook, her checkbook and her bank accounts. It gives him the kind of bucks to buy hot pussy like this babe.

That's love, ain't it?

Well, the soon-to-be Mrs. Smiles isn't gonna be smiling much longer. Cause I'm getting pictures of this guy playing happy baker with Miss Slut 2004. He's kneading her all over.

And now he's pulling out his very unique dough-hook.

I grin as I get the pictures.

"Murray, quit smiling," Muscles says. "This is serious."

Yeah, right. Like she wasn't giggling last week when we tracked down one of her bail-jumpers. He was hiding in his mommy's basement, and she was taking care of all of his needs.

I thought Muscles would bust a gut, with the crap about him being a real Momma's boy and her taking motherly love to a whole new level.

Hey, it's often nasty, boring work. You get your laughs where you can.

Well, Mr. Smiles is getting a mouthful of Dana's great tits. Hell, I don't blame him. I'd suck em too. Problem is, he's giving her the bucks as he does so, and the zoom on the camera shows they're hundreds.

The soon-to-be Mrs. Smiles is not gonna be happy seeing what her money is buying. She's the soon-to-be very pissed off Jane Conway, looking for a new boyfriend.

Yeah, I got no problem burning guys like this. I've heard that guy-code shit, and it's just that: shit. You wanta run around and cheat, go right ahead.

But don't be surprised when the eight by ten glossies show up on your breakfast table.

That's why P.I.'s are around, asshole. That's our bread and butter. It's what we do. And we're good at it.

I get a few more shots. Okay, I'm using lots of zoom now and Mr. Smiles isn't in them, but, hey, I gotta have a hobby too. And Dana is some kind of hot.

Muscles reaches over and hits my head.

"Ow!" I say.

"Take good pictures," Muscles growls. "Not jack-off shots."

"Hey, you got it right, Joyce," I tell her. "They're for Jack. He can't see. Unless you want me to drag him out and give him a look."

She shakes her head.

"I'm gonna tell Dana you got a hard-on for her," she says.

"Thanks," I tell her. "Tell her his name is Jack."

Muscles sighs and puts her head in her hands.

Dana takes Mr. Smiles' hand and they go in next room. The fucking drapes are closed, so I can't get any incriminating shots, but I'm willing to bet Mr. Smiles is playing with a lot more than Dana's tits in there.

I look around the roof we're on. We came up here so we could see into Dana's apartment across the street, on the sixteenth floor of an eighteen story building.

Yeah, if there was training for Peeping Toms, PI work would be it. I can find a place to check you out from and, if I can't, I'll slip your locks and install cameras. Illegal? Not with hubby's or wifey's permission, it's not. I'm not a cop, gathering evidence to put you away.

I'm a PI, gathering dirt to put you in a world of hurt.

Big difference.

Yeah, I love the work. I'm getting that back too. Hell, It was fucking rough for a while. With the shit with Donnie Brisco escaping and the attack at Dolly's, then all this shit coming down with Devil worshippers, it just got to be too much.

Well, it's over now, and my cases are pretty standard, like this one. Everything's kind of back to normal.

Mr. Smiles finally comes back out, with Dana all over him. She's grinning and probably telling him how great he is and what a big penis he has and all that crap.

He takes his friends and leaves.

I look over at Muscles.

"Enough?" I ask.

She's looking at the window through her binoculars.

"Get pictures," she says excitedly. "Now!"

I bring up the camera, expecting something important is happening. Yeah, Dana's sitting on the couch, spreading her legs and touching her pussy.

I chuckle.

"I thought you said no jack-off shots," I say.

"Shut up and take pictures," Muscles says and we both laugh.

"I guess Mr. Smiles didn't do it for her."

"Just get some close ups," Muscles says. "I get copies."

Yeah, I don't mind getting extreme close-ups of Dana's fingers touching her twat, spreading herself and playing with her swollen clit.

Yeah, it's sick and perverted and a total invasion of privacy.

That's what drapes are for, people. Leave your drapes open, you invite someone to look in.

And I'll take that invitation every time.

Dana's really going for it now, sliding her fingers up inside her twat. She brings a hand up, licking at her fingers with her hot tongue, and I get shots of that too.

"Shit!" Muscles says. "I want a poster of that one."

Yeah, surveillance has it's high points.

Dana finally brings herself off, because she stops and turns off the lights, heading back into the bathroom.

"I want every picture, Murray. No saving anything back."

I laugh.

"I thought I was the pervert," I chuckle as Muscles and I head down off the roof.

The next morning I show up at the office. I walk into the office, and Tina smiles as she sees me. "Hi, Murray," she says, getting up and walking around the desk.

Okay, my eyes bug out. She has on a tiny black bra and tinier black panties and a black garter belt. As she moves around the desk, I see the black fishnet stockings, and high forties style heels.

She giggles as she sees me.

"Maybe you better lock the door, Murray," she says, running her tongue over her full red lips. "I wouldn't want to shock a customer."

I lock the door and she melts into my arms. Her mouth finds mine, and her tongue invites itself in. I slid my hands over her hot little ass and she moans.

"No one can feel me up the way you do, Murray," she purrs.

Tina is the hottest thing I've ever found. She makes kissing into an art form. A very dirty art form.

I slide down over her hot ass, and under her tiny panties. I grope her deliciously and she moans.

Yeah, she likes it. Hell, Tina likes everything. I slide her up on the desk and pull her great legs apart and suck her pantied pussy into my mouth. She tastes so damned good, and I pull her sexy panties off and slide my tongue deep inside her marvelously puffy twat. She groans and spreads her legs even further.

I spread her pussy nice and open and lap along her slit and her tasty little cunt hole. She's moaning and getting wet, and I'm getting pretty damn wet myself, or at least Jack is. He's bouncing around, knowing he's gonna get to go out for a walk.

I stand up and Tina practically jumps on me, pulling my pants open and petting Jack, who's always excited to see her. She takes him and puts him to her entrance and slides up over him and onto me, wrapping her strong young legs around me and moaning as he slides way deep inside of her.

"MMMmmmmm," she moans. "Amanda loves it when Jack comes to visit."

Yeah, she's named her pussy now. I told some people about naming Gina's pussy, and I think I started something.

Because then Muscles names her twat Arnold. Now Tina has Amanda, her very willing little cunt-buddy. She even plays with Amanda one-on-one more, since Amanda likes it so much.

Hey, don't look at me. I just named one pussy. One lousy pussy.

Now it's all the fuckin' rage.

I'm undressing Tina as we fuck, sliding my hand over her great, high tits. I'm getting really excited and so is Amanda, because she's getting all wet and sassy on Jack. He's dancing, and she's coming and Tina's writhing and moaning and I'm having a wonderful time, with a lap full of my little Tina.

Then Jack jumps in deep and does his thing, and Amanda gets off too, and Tina yells.

"Shit!" she cries and falls into my arms.

Damn, it's a great way to start the day.

I spend the morning catching up on paperwork. Tina's been running the office pretty well alone and doing a damned good job of it. But I still have to sign shit and make decisions.

There's a tap at the door and Tina comes in.

She's dressed now and looks great, as usual.

"Murray, can I get Friday off?"

"Why?" I ask.

"I've been invited to Las Vegas," she grins.

"Sure," I say. "No problem. Who you going with?"

She looks proud of herself.

"Ron," she says.

I nod. He's twenty six, really wealthy, buff, good looking. Hey, Tina needs a break too. I smile.

"Go, babe," I tell her. "Have a hell of a lot of fun."

She smiles and nods, relieved. Yeah, she wants this.

"I just feel a little guilty," she says.

I grin.

"Yeah, like Jack hasn't been getting any action lately," I tell her. "Hell, you're hot. Enjoy it."

She moves over to the desk and slides her hand over the side of my face. Tina bends over and kisses me, really thoroughly.

"Thanks, Murray," she says. "I'm glad you understand."

She smiles and leaves my office.

I grin as I watch her leave. Hell, I respect her too much to play those bullshit romantic mind games with her. She's been getting a little from other guys lately, and finding out she likes it. Hey, she's young. She's beautiful. She's got her whole life in front of her. That's what she should be doing.

Still, I don't look forward to a weekend alone.

That afternoon, I go by Jane Conway's place. She has a big house in the Southwest, and is expecting me. I lay out the photos and give her the bare bones. She sees the hundreds, her hundreds, going to Dana.

I don't have to say much. The photos say it all.

"Any questions?" I ask gently.

"Just one," she says with a rueful smile. "Do you do paid killings?"

I chuckle. No, it's not the first time I've been asked, and I realize it's not always a joke. Pissed off people do really nasty things.

"No," I tell her. "I wouldn't waste the bullet on an asshole like this."

She nods, but her eyes are hard. She's angry enough to kill. To me, that's a good sign. It means she'll put him through every hell she can think of.

And not end up forgiving him and them getting back together.

There's a lot to be said for the value of revenge.

"If you change your mind, give me a call," she says.

"Calm down," I tell her. "If you go looking for a hired killer, nine times out of ten you find an undercover cop, and they get you on tape arranging the hit."

She nods ruefully.

"Yes," she agrees. "I don't want to be the star on Mugshots or American Justice or some other true crime show." She looks over at me and smiles, very coldly.

"Besides," she says. "Why let the bastard off so easy?"

I grin. Yeah, she won't kill him. She'll calm down and figure out how to totally ruin this guy's life without risking her own ass doing it. Miss Conway won't kill Mr. Smiles: Just make him wish he was dead.

And I got no problem with that. Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

I get a real nice cash tip on top of the check she gives me.

I smile at a couple of black teenagers walking in front of my car. Sure they're jailbait, but they're cute and very available jailbait. They smile over at me, checking out my car and finding it wanting.

Yeah, they ain't stupid. If I was in a Mercedes or a Lexus, I might have very friendly teen-aged pussy all over me.

But a Seventies vintage Mustang doesn't make it.

So they smile and give me a nice view of bouncing titties, but that's about it.

Christ, it's August already. Pretty soon, the babes will be covering up again. I hate that.

I'm half way across town when I see him. Mr. Smiles. And he is, all smiles, as he crosses the street, a hot little Asian babe on his arm. She's all legs and heels and attitude, and not bad at all.

I wonder if he'll still be smiling in a few days.

I drive on, grinning, heading back to the office.

Late that afternoon, Tina brings in some printouts and puts them on my desk.

"Will you be at Lila's tonight?" she asks. I know what she means. That's her way of saying she wants my company tonight.

"Sure," I tell her. "We can sleep there, and you can get ready to leave tomorrow."

"You sure you don't mind me taking the weekend off?" she asks.

"I offered, didn't I?" I ask her. Hell, she deserves it. She sighs.

"I can stay, if you need me to," she says almost wistfully.

I look up into her liquid brown eyes. Hell, Tina is something. And yeah, I got it bad for her. I'm tempted to brush her off, but something makes me stop. I look at her thoughtfully.

"Something might come up," I admit.

She smiles slightly, moving around the desk.

"Yeah, it might," she says, looking down at Jack. "I wouldn't want to leave you in the lurch."

She leans back on my desk, all curves and invitation.

"I'm gonna be busy," I tell her. "You know this business. I might be gone most of the time."

"What's new?" she asks. "Like I know where you are most days, or nights?" Tina smiles, her provocation stronger. She brings a leg up a little, resting it on the desk. The white frill of her slip shows from under her over-the-knee skirt.

"You'd miss a fun trip to Vegas?" I tell her. "With Mr. Buff Buns?" Tina giggles deliciously.

"Mr. Buff Buns would have to understand," she says. "It's just a date. I told him I'm on twenty four hour call for you, unofficially."

"Unofficially?" I ask her and she raises that leg just a little more.

"Unofficially," she says, licking her full lips provocatively.

"I don't want to spoil your good time," I tell her.

"Can't you show me a good time?" she asks, her eyebrows raising invitingly.

I gotta smile at her. Damn, this girl is something.

And she's wanting to be with me, instead of on a trip to Vegas with some rich guy.

"I could use the help," I tell her again.

Tina slides down the side of the desk, going onto her knees in front of my chair. She smiles up at me, bringing her shoulders forward to give me a fantastic view of her cleavage down the opening of her businesswoman's blouse. Her fingers reach out to begin unfastening my pants.

"What kind of help would you like?" she asks, as she unzips my pants.

Well, Jack is excited. He knew he was going for walkies several minutes ago, and has been jumping at the door ever since. Tina moans as he leaps out of my pants, eager to see her.

"Hi, Jack," she says, sliding her lips along him. "You want to come out and play?" She slides her hot mouth over him and he's in heaven. Her tongue is washing him and he's shivering with excitement.

Tina sucks cock like most people fish: you're in no hurry and don't expect anything else to be happening for a while anyway. It's not lazy, just not hurried at all. I sit back, just enjoying. Yeah, I can be the lazy bum sometimes, just enjoying what I'm getting and not having to give in return.

Besides, Tina isn't ignoring her own needs. She's sliding her skirt up, giving me a great view of dark hose and white garters and white tap panties. Then she's touching herself as she sucks me, playing with Amanda as well as with Jack.

Jack's doing a rumba and her mouth is dancing with him, sucking him and following his lead. When he tightens up, she's sliding tight down onto him, slurping deliciously as Jack gets even more excited.

She's not stopping, either. She has Jack really going and she just keeps playing with him, getting him more and more intense. Finally he jumps forward, and I groan as he does his thing deep in her throat.

Tina takes her time, licking Jack all nice and clean, then tenderly puts him back in my pants. She slides up, pulling down her dress, then sliding her wonderfully musky fingers along the side of my face.