“I know a few techniques that may help.” She laughs.
“I bet you do.” You grin. “What do you suggest?”
“Maybe a massage.” She breathes, her brown eyes fixed on the bulbous head. ”Or perhaps I should just kiss it better.”
A massage
A kiss
“How about a massage.” You smirk. Paige nods and slips her hand under the water. Her fingers slip between your legs, cradling your balls and gently caressing them. She leans over the edge of the bath, her eyes gazing deeply into yours. You reach out and pull her towards you, crushing your lips against hers. Her hand continues to gently knead and squeeze your balls making you groan with pleasure. You kiss long and hard, her tongue flicking over yours. Her hand slides upwards, playing over your engorged shaft before wrapping her fingers around it. As she begins to slide her fist up and down your length, she pulls away, smiling broadly.
“How’s that feel?” Paige murmurs.
“Better.” You groan. “Though it still feels kinda swollen.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” She replies, quickening her pace. Your aches and pains seem to melt away, replaced by the pleasant rhythmic sensation of her pumping hand.
“Damn Paige, that feels good.” You moan thickly. You can feel your balls tightening as she swiftly brings you towards your climax.
“You’re going to make a mess.” She grins. “Maybe I oughta join you in there?”
Have her finish you with her hand
Have her join you
“No, keep going.” You grunt. Paige nods, momentarily pouting with disappointment.
“You’re the boss.” She shrugs, her hand rapidly stroking your aching shaft. She leans back into you, pressing her lips to yours. You stretch out a hand and squeeze her left breast through the flimsy silk nightdress, Paige moaning into your mouth. Releasing her hold on your cock, her fingertips trail down your length and under the water, her hand closing around your balls. It’s your turn to moan as she gently massages your sensitive balls.
“Damn Paige,” You groan thickly, breaking the kiss, “That feels good.”
“You like that huh?” She chuckles, pulling away. Your hand leaves her chest, leaving a wet handprint on her nightdress. Her free hand reaches up and resumes where you left off, squeezing and kneading her breasts. You watch enthralled as her hand slides lower. While the side of the bath obscures your view, you don’t need to be a detective to know what she’s doing. She shuffles slightly before a little sigh escapes her lips and the corners of her mouth curl up in a subtle smile. Her other hand continues to massage your aching balls, keeping you close to your climax without sending you over the edge.
“You dirty bitch.” You chuckle. Her heavy-lidded eyes flick open and meet your gaze.
“Sometimes a girl’s just got to attend to herself.” She shrugs unashamedly. While you can see only the top of her body over the edge of the bath, you find yourself transfixed by her face. She chews her lower lip, her brown eyes dilated and unfocused as she loses herself in the moment. Her chest heaves and her breathing quickens as she rapidly closes in on her orgasm. Her other hand no longer massages your balls as she becomes increasingly distracted. While you wish she would take your cock back in your hand and bring you to your own climax, you cannot bring yourself to interrupt her in this most intimate moment. You watch her stiffen, her eyes closing and her lips parting before letting out a low gasp of pleasure as she brings herself to orgasm. Her body trembles and shudders in the throes of ecstasy until finally she relaxes, her eyes opening and a blissful smile crossing her face.
“That was beautiful.” You tell her sincerely. She blushes before sliding her hand from your balls to your shaft and resuming stroking you. The sight of watching her pleasure herself has you on the brink and moments later, you too climax, roaring as your cock twitches in her pumping hand. Your thick seed erupts from the tip, splashing down into the bathwater above your midriff. She grips you tightly, stroking you until you finally relax. Several globs of your pearly white seed float on the surface of the bathwater. Paige giggles and sits back.
“That made you feel any better?” She asks.
“Uh-huh.” You grin drowsily.
“Good.” She purrs, getting to her feet and peeling off the silk nightdress. As she lets it fall from her fingers, you eagerly drink in her slender, naked form. She turns around and sashays from the bathroom, glancing over her shoulder and smiling coquettishly back at you. Looks like your physical therapy is far from over…
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“Maybe you should.” You grin. Paige chuckles and leans over the edge of the bath, placing a soft kiss on the straining head of your cock before pulling back and smiling up at you.
“Better?” She giggles.
“You can do better than that.” You growl.
“You’ll have to persuade me then.” She purrs. You sit up and reach for her, taking her in your arms. Her lips pout as you pull her face to yours, kissing her firmly, hungrily. You hear a soft moan escape her lips. She kisses you back with increasing urgency, her hand sliding down your wet chest and under the water. It’s your turn to moan as you feel her fingers wrap around your rigid shaft. She begins to stroke it, stirring the water as her hand works up and down.
“Suck it.” You groan, breaking the kiss and lifting your hips up towards her. She pulls away, studying your lust filled face and chuckling before once again leaning over the edge of the bath and lowering her lips towards your straining cock. This time, she opens her mouth and takes you inside. You gasp at the blissful sensation as her lips slide down to meet her pumping hand. Her long, dark hair dangles into the water, clumping the strands together into shiny black tendrils, but she seems completely unconcerned as she bobs her head into your lap. Your aching, battered body seems to be rejuvenated by the wonderful sensations radiating out from your groin as you luxuriate in her attentions. Paige seems to have found a rhythm, her lips and hand working perfectly in tandem as you grunt and groan with pleasure. You can feel the familiar sensation as the tension builds in your loins and know you won’t last much longer. While you know Paige is a trooper and will gladly let you climax in her mouth, you are tempted to slip your cock inside her instead.
Come in her mouth
Pull her in with you
“I’m getting close.” You gasp. Paige pulls back slightly, her lips tight around the rim of the bulbous crown. She gently sucks on the head while her hand continues to slide up and down your length. You grasp the edge of the bath with both hands as she rapidly brings you to the brink. “Don’t stop!” You groan through gritted teeth, your whole body tensing up. Paige clearly has no intention of doing so, her hand pumping you with increased urgency. As you feel your balls draw up, you lift your hips up and let out a deep grunt of release. Your cock swells in her mouth as your come races up your shaft to explode powerfully across her tongue. You groan in ecstasy while Paige sucks and slurps noisily as you fill her mouth with your thick seed. Your heart thumps in your chest and you pant breathlessly as your cock twitches again and again. As your climax finally subsides, she gently sucks the last of the pearly white fluid from you before pulling away and grinning up at you, an errant droplet of come trickling down her chin.
“You’re damn good at that.” You tell her breathlessly.
“A wish a few casting directors agreed with you.” She chuckles, reaching up to collect the drop of your seed from her chin before sucking it from her finger.
You few minutes later, you towel your battered body off, wincing and wondering if you’ve got a couple of cracked ribs. You wrap the towel around your waist and step into the bedroom, finding Paige waiting in your bed, her eyes gleaming and the sheet wrapped tightly around her body with just her bare shoulders visible.
“I was kinda hoping you’d return the favor.” She smiles seductively, slowly sliding the sheet downwards. You can feel your groin tingling beneath the towel and allow it to drop away, Paige giggling with delight as you join her on th
e bed.
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Without a word, you reach out and drag her into the bath with you. Paige shrieks with glee, the water sloshing around you as you pull her in on top of you. You wrap your arms around her, her body pressed against your chest. She holds your face and crushes her lips against yours, kissing you deeply. Her breathing quickens as her excitement builds before she breaks the kiss, her brown eyes filled with a wild lust.
“I need you inside me.” She pants, sitting up. Her silk nightdress is soaked through and clings to her body. The flimsy material is now all but transparent and you can see her dark pink nipples, the buds hard and erect. She chews her lower lip as she shuffles awkwardly in the confined space. Squatting above you, she reaches down and guides your cock to her entrance, her mouth dropping open as she sinks down on your rigid length.
“There’s nothing like having a big, thick cock inside you.” She sighs. You groan, reaching up to caress Paige’s breasts through the saturated nightdress. A low moan of pleasure escapes her lips as you roughly rub your thumbs against her engorged nipples. Gripping the edge of the bath, she begins to thrust her hips up and down on you, the bathwater sloshing every time she drops back into your lap.
“Damn, that feels good.” You groan thickly.
“Yeah?” She moans, rocking back and forth on you. “This taking your mind off those bruised ribs?” You nod, the pressure already beginning to build in your balls as she enthusiastically slams herself down on you. You slide your right hand down to her thigh and slip it under the sodden hem of her nightdress to her pussy. Paige bites her lower lip as your thumb finds her clit, the tip playing over her sensitive little hood.
“Oh fuck, that feels good.” She pants, breathing rapidly now. You grin, teasing the little nub with tiny circular motions while your shaft pistons in and out of her juicy hole.
“You getting close?” You ask her. Her chest heaves and her face is flushed and she can only nod, her eyes filled with a desperate yearning now as she teeters on the brink. You watch her whole body stiffen, her muscles tensing up before she throws back her head and cries out in ecstasy. Paige quakes in the throes of her orgasm as waves of pleasure surge through her. You can feel her pussy convulsing around your rigid length until finally she slumps forward, her hot, rasping breaths against your face as she recovers.
“I knew there was a reason I haven’t told you where to stick your crummy job.” She smiles, pulling away and sitting up again, grinding herself back and forth on you. “But now it’s your turn. Are you close?”
“Yeah.” You grunt, grasping her hips and thrusting up inside her.
“Come for me.” She smiles. “I want to feel you explode inside my pussy.” She quickens her pace, the churning water spilling over the sides of the bath. As your climax swiftly rises in your loins, the last thing on your mind is the state of the floor. Your lust drowns out the pain from your battered body as you ram deeply into her, focused only on reaching your own climax.
“I’m gonna come.” You gasp.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She moans as you grit your teeth and arch your back. Your deep grunt of release echoes around the tiny room as you explode powerfully into her, a torrent of your come spurting deep inside her juicy pussy. She leans over you, kissing you as you grunt with each eruption until you finally relax. Paige pulls away, smiling sweetly down at you before clambering awkwardly from the bath. She peels off the drenched nightdress and wraps a towel around herself before padding through to the bedroom. She returns a moment later with your packet of Lucky Strikes, lighter and an ashtray. She sits on the edge of the bath and lights a cigarette before passing it to you and lighting another for herself.
“Thanks.” You murmur, taking in a lungful of smoke.
“You’re welcome, Sam.” She smiles, knowing you’re not just thanking her for the cigarette.
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The light of dawn shines through the gaps in the blinds and you stir from your sleep. You grope for your Lucky Strikes and zippo lighter from the nightstand. Rolling onto your back, you light a cigarette before taking a deep lungful of smoke and slowly exhaling it up at the ceiling fan. You can hear soft breathing to your right and glance at Paige’s sleeping form, the sheet covering her naked body. You frown. She should know better than to still be here in the morning. Still, she’d been a welcome distraction after your run in with those hoods. She stirs, rolling towards you, her long eyelashes flicking up and her eyes focusing on you.
“Morning Sam.” She murmurs sleepily, smiling sweetly across at you.
“Morning.” You reply gruffly. “What are you still doin’ here?” Her smile instantly vanishes to be replaced by a pout and her eyes narrow.
“You can be a real asshole, ya know that?” She climbs out of the bed and quickly pulls on her clothes before stomping angrily from the room. You shrug and take another drag from the cigarette just as the door slams shut behind her.
An hour later, you sit down at your desk and rub at your temples. You’ve got a nagging feeling that something doesn’t add up somewhere and you’re damned if you can put your finger on it. You pick up the telephone and decide to ring your friend in the Los Angeles Police Department.
“Put me through to Officer Morton, will ya doll.” You tell the operator. The line rings through.
“Hello?” A familiar feminine voice answers.
“Nancy? It’s Harlowe.” You tell her.
“What can I do for you Sam?” She asks, her voice friendly but guarded, like she knows you're looking for a favor. She knows you only too well.
“Had a run in with some hoods last night.” You tell her. “Told me to lay off my investigations. Seemed like mob guys, but got the impression they were new in town. Chicago accents.”
“I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me what you’re investigating?” She sighs.
“Confidential, sweetheart.” You chuckle. “I’m like a doctor or a priest.”
“You are nothing like a doctor or a priest.” She laughs. “From what you’ve said, it sounds like enforcers from the D’Abruzzo family.”
“The D’Abruzzo family? What are they doin’ in L.A.?” You ask.
“What do you think?” Nancy replies. “They’re making a move on Mickey Cohen’s turf. The Don’s sent his own daughter, Valentina D’Abruzzo here to oversee things personally. What the hell have you got yourself mixed up in Sam?”
“Nothin’ good by the sounds of it.” You grimace, loosening your collar. “Thanks toots. I owe you one.”
“Then I’ll look forward to you giving me one.” She quips dryly. You chuckle before putting the receiver down on its cradle. What the hell have the mafia got to do with this?
Find Valentina D’Abruzzo and try to find out
You’re not about to tangle with the mafia! Quit the case
You sit at your desk, rubbing at your temples. The whole case seems to be spiraling out of control. Reluctantly, you reach for the telephone.
“Mrs Vandergraaf?... It’s Harlowe… Quite well, thank you ma’am. Listen, I’m not going to be able to continue with the case… I’m afraid I am serious… I don’t appreciate that tone… Yeah, well screw you, ya stuck up bitch!” You slam the receiver down and glare furiously at it before reaching for your cigarettes and fumbling with the lighter. You take in a deep lungful of smoke and lean back in your chair, gazing up at the whirring ceiling fan.
“Give me a good, honest adulterous spouse case any day of the week!” You implore a deity you don’t believe in. “This one’s too rich for my blood.”
THE END
Time to visit an old friend. One with her finger on the city’s pulse. If anyone knows how Valentina D’Abruzzo fits into this mess, it will be her. As you get up to leave, you pause before reaching into your desk drawer for your shoulder holster and pistol. With the D’Abruzzo family involved, you’re not going to take any chances.
“Better safe than sorry.” You mutter to yourself, pulling the sling on before pulling on your jacket.
You pull up outside the downtown offices of Los Angeles Today. The newspaper is one of the city’s most popular and as you stride up the steps and into the marble lined entrance foyer, business is certainly booming. You take the elevator to the top floor, the doors sliding open to a large open plan office and a cacophony of heated chatter. Heading towards the corner office, you hurry past rows of desks with dozens of journalists talking excitedly on their telephones. The corner office door has 'LOIS FROST' stenciled on it with 'EDITOR' just below. A young secretary rises from behind her desk outside the door as you approach.
“Good morning sir.” She smiles. “Do you have an appointment?”
“I don’t need one.” You reply brusquely. “Lois and I go way back.”
“I’m sure you do sir, but…” Ignoring her protestations, you brush past her and push open the office door. Lois is sitting behind her desk, talking animatedly on her telephone. While she is approaching middle age, she is still a handsome woman. Her dark red lipstick matches her long auburn hair which is tied neatly back behind her head. She wears an ivory colored silk blouse, which is stretched tightly across her large chest. She glances up as you step into her office, her eyebrows arching as she peers at you over her oval shaped horn rimmed glasses.
“I gotta go.” She tells whoever is on the line. “Yeah, we’ll speak soon. Bye.” She places the receiver down onto its cradle and leans back, her lips curling into a smile. “Why Sam Harlowe.” She smiles. “You’ve got a lotta guts showing your face around here!”
“You don’t strike me as the kinda dame to hold a grudge.” You grin, throwing yourself down on a couch opposite her desk.
“Then you don’t know me very well.” She glances at her secretary, who stands awkwardly in the doorway. “It’s fine sweetie.” The young woman nods, blushing slightly before closing the door.
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