The next thing for Debbie to do was to go back to the hotel and do some real serious digging. When her private jet landed on the island, Debbie almost jumped out as she ran to the front-desk to talk to the manager. She wanted a list of all the guests who had been on the island for the past month and all of the private planes that had landed on the island. She wanted to know if there was anyone suspicious or unaccounted for. The manager put up a big fight, and he told Debbie that this was a total violation of client privacy and she wasn’t a police officer so he didn’t have to do or say anything. He told Debbie that the woman was beautiful, but she was a drug using whore, and she had died of natural causes. Debbie responded to this with a swift kick in the nuts that left the manager gasping and disabled. Debbie put him into a tight headlock and demanded that he produce the documents she asked for. When he refused, she twisted his neck until they could both head several vertebrae pop. He screamed and finally relented.
Debbie and the manager went over the documents together, but they were unable to find anything out of the ordinary. There were no mysterious flights that landed on the island, no guests that were unaccounted for. That meant it had to be an angry client, one of the island guests who had gotten pissed off for some reason. Or perhaps even the husband or wife of a client that had discovered their spouse’s infidelity and decided to take it out on poor Candy. Debbie was trying to think through the scenarios when she was interrupted by a frantic knocking on the door. One of the maids was desperately trying to get in touch with the manager. Debbie let him answer the door, and the maid told him that there had been a horrible catastrophe and he had to come quick. Debbie followed the manager to the maids’ quarters.
Inside, the maid who had been involved in the threesome with Debbie and Candy was hanging dead with a noose around her neck. She had killed herself. The manager fainted. Debbie took charge of the situation. She got the maid down and laid her on a cot, and she quieted down the shrieking fellow maids who were throwing a panicked fit around her. Finally, one of them produced a note that had been hanging with the woman. It read: “I am so sorry for my sins. I cannot live with myself knowing what I have done. I was wired a huge sum of money by a stranger who asked me to become involved with and then murder one of the hotel guests. He sent me money, gifts, and the poison to do the job. He gave me specific details to poison Candy. My family needed the money to pay medical bills, and I was told Candy was a bad, criminal woman. Now that I see what I have done, I can no longer live with myself.” It was signed Amalita.
Debbie called the police, and she left on her jet before they could arrive to take Amalita’s body away. No doubt it would be another cover-up and the police would not be happy to have Debbie around. Debbie took the note with her, the maids could tell the police whatever they wanted, but Debbie was sure that they would protect their friend and their friend’s family so that they could keep the money. Debbie checked into a hotel on the mainland and waited for a call from Harriet and her team.
Chapter 4, Moving Deeper
The call from Harriet came the next day. Harriet requested that Debbie return to the headquarters in person. There was nothing more that could be done in Belize, anyway. Harriet had one of her deluxe private jets come to pick Debbie up. Debbie flew back to Harriet’s mansion in style, enjoying the plush interior of the plane and also its fully stocked bar. She made herself a gin and tonic and then took a nice long snooze on a luxurious leather couch. When she woke up, she was in Washington D.C. Harriet had a large, sprawling mansion full of super elite lesbian spy women. Debbie was one of Harriet’s favorite, long time spies, and it was thanks to their long connection that Harriet had offered to officially take on the case of Candy Smith.
Of course, the first thing that Harriet’s intel told Debbie was that Candy Smith was not her real name. It was a pseudonym, and her real name was Caroline Simon. She had taken on the more exotic, yet still nondescript, name of Candy Smith when she began stripping. Candy had not gone to college, instead, she faked a year of school and spent the money her parents had given her for tuition and room and board on a car and a dingy apartment. When her parents cut her off, she got into stripping, and she ended up making a lot of cash with her hot body and her all American girl features. She had taken on the name Candy, which was more seductive than Caroline. Although she was a lesbian, Candy’s lavish tastes and her fast lifestyle required money, and Candy quickly discovered that she could earn this money by selling her body. She entered the life of a professional call girl at the tender age of nineteen and quickly became quite famous. She had all sorts of clientele, but apparently she also had two long time girlfriends, both quite wealthy.
The first was a Latina singer named Isabella Torres. Isabella lived in Miami, where she made her money as an entertainer. Isabella had a reputation for being hot blooded and very jealous. She was also buxom and gorgeous and reputed to be a fantastic lover and a great cook, so she was a real catch. One beautiful, wealthy woman was not enough for Candy, however. She also had a lover out in Silicon Valley. A multimillionaire who had made her fortune with a nanny cam app. She was something of a master spy herself, although on a much lower level. She helped rich housewives make sure their maids weren’t stealing from them and their babysitters weren’t inviting too many guys over during their paid time by hiding cameras in teddy bears that linked up to iPhones. Her name was Tabitha Parks and she was a tall, thin woman with a rather severe demeanor. She didn’t look like she would be a whole lot of fun to party with, but Debbie was sure she paid the bills and had a nice house filled with cool toys and high tech gadgets.
It wasn’t clear if either woman was involved in the murder, but according to the data that Penelope could find in her internet searches of social media and local tattler e-zines that dished out the latest in the lifestyles of the rich and famous, Isabella and Tabitha had grown smart to each other’s existence and had been pressuring Candy to publicly side with one of them. Perhaps the vacation in Belize had been a way to escape from all the high pressure of the situation Candy had found herself in. Debbie didn’t know that Tabitha was the overly emotional jealous type like Isabella, but she had her hunches that no wealthy and powerful woman liked to be second best. There had been a semi-public battle raging for Candy’s affection at the time of her death, and that made both women suspects.
Debbie decided that her first visit would be to Isabella in Miami. Before she left, Harriet invited her for a little down and dirty time with her bottom bitch Gretchen. Both women were older than Debbie, but they were much nicer and fresher compared to the nasty old coroner that Debbie had needed to seduce back in Belize. Both women had surprisingly great bodies, and they were masters at sex. Gretchen had a nice, big whirlpool hot tub in her cottage out back, and all three women got in to unwind and loosen up in the warm, bubbling water. Harriet knew that a little sex and relaxation would be just what was necessary to prepare Debbie for the task ahead, and she had a nice dildo ready and waiting for Debbie when they got out of the tub.
Grechen ate out Harriet, while Harriet worked Debbie with the fat dildo. It had been a long time since Debbie had experienced some good penetration, and it felt great. Harriet opened her up slowly and gently, stretching the walls of her pussy to maximum capacity, and then moving deeper and deeper, probing the outside of her cervix with the dildo. Debbie moaned as the fat cock tickled her insides, she could feel it in her stomach. Grechen got up and started sucking on Debbie’s tits and neck as she got fucked with the dildo, getting her nipples rock hard and increasing her lubrication. Grechen teased Debbie’s nipples, which were standing up like top hats, until Debbie was begging her to suck them until she came. Grechen complied, helping bring Debbie to a powerful orgasm.
Debbie took a break from the dildo action and let Grechen use it on Harriet. She watched and fingered herself as Grechen fucked Harriet hard in her asshole with the big dildo that had felt huge just in Debbie’s pussy. Harriet was a real trooper and had a lot of practice in the game, and the
dildo slid easily into her asshole, eliciting a moan of pleasure. She had been through extensive anal training in her youth and it didn’t bother her at all, quite the opposite. Harriet was manipulating her swollen clit as her bottom bitch fucked her. Debbie was very turned on by the scene, and Harriet kept looking back at her and winking or licking her lips, making Debbie feel even hotter. Both women were now rubbing their pussies vigorously, approaching a climax. Debbie knew she could time it so that both she and Harriet would come together, and she was right. Grechen howled in delight as both women got off and got off hard. Helping Harriet cum was her goal in life, and that alone was enough to make her cum too. When it was over, they all returned to the hot tub, feeling lethargic and fulfilled, letting their muscles fully unwind in the hot water and enjoying the sight of each other’s post orgasm bodies.
Chapter 5, She broke my heart.
In Miami the weather was definitely warm and the people were just as hot. Debbie had never seen so many good looking men and women all in one place, casually walking the street or tanning on the beach. No one seemed to be especially aware of how great they looked, but Debbie was sure that these residents took a certain pride in their sexiness. There was a large Hispanic community, and they were just as fiery as the rest of the population, the women seemed to ooze sexuality and the men were full of machismo.
Debbie found Isabella Torres in the midst of a party at a large manor. Isabella was the hired entertainment for a very expensive quinceanera celebration. Isabella was dressed in a very short fiery red dress. The cut of the shirt was very low, showing off a large rack of cleavage. The fabric was tight around her thick hips. Debbie was enticed by her singing, and the way her beautiful body moved to the music. She watched, entranced, and enjoyed some of the plentiful food that was being served around her. Many people were dancing, and everyone seemed to be having a great time.
When the performance was over and the fifteen-year-old honoree of the party was taking center stage in her elaborate dress, Debbie confronted Isabella. Isabella seemed genuinely taken aback at the news of Candy’s death. She spoke to Debbie in an English that came out with a very thick Spanish accent. She told Debbie that the last she had heard her two-timing girlfriend had taken off for a nice vacation in Belize with no scheduled return date.
“You don’t seem very sad for someone who just found out their lover is dead,” Debbie told Isabella sincerely. The woman, for all her Spanish emotionality, had not shed a single tear when she heard about Candy’s death, even though she did seem to pale a bit. “I will not shed a tear over her,” Isabella told Debbie. “She broke my heart, she betrayed me. She told me that I was her true love and that she wanted to marry me one day. I was true to her, but she was lying to me. I knew about her life as a professional escort, but I never suspected she would be carrying on a relationship with another woman behind my back! There is a difference between sex and love, and she made a fool of me. Isabella will cry for no woman who stabs her in the back!”
Debbie understood, and she understood Isabella’s rage. Why should such a beautiful, charming woman, exuding sexuality from every pore of her body be make a cuckold. Debbie had once heard that Hispanic women go into a jealous rage because they themselves are so loyal. If this was true, Isabella must have turned away hundreds of suitors in favor of Candy. It seemed only fair that she expected Candy to do the same. Isabella told Debbie that she did not want to continue a conversation about a dead woman at a beautiful quinceanera. She wrote down an address on a small piece of paper and handed it to Debbie, telling her to meet her at that address at eight o’clock that evening.
Chapter 6, Throbbing Web
That night, Debbie pulled up to an even more stunning mansion than the one she had been at earlier that day. The mansion was gated, and Debbie spoke through an intercom and introduced herself before the gates swung open to allow her car to pass through. Isabella’s house was sprawling and very well-decorated, but it was devoid of people, save a few staff. One of the butlers led Debbie to a pleasant reception area, and Debbie took a seat and waited for Isabella to greet her.
Isabella came down the stairs in a super sexy black one piece that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her thick, dark hair hung down in waves behind her back. Her makeup was impeccable and her eyebrows were on fleek. She was a sexy, exotic goddess, and Debbie knew that she would be all hers that night. Isabella sat down next to Debbie and she told her more about her relationship with Candy. She said that Candy had an abusive past, she had been hurt by many men, and she only felt safe with other women. Isabella had been with Candy for a long time, and she had seen her through many ups and downs. She had tried to guide Candy away from a life of prostitution and introduce her to the Catholic church, but Candy was having none of it. Finally, Isabella had decided to accept Candy for who she was, with the promise that all of the other sex was for money and not for love.
Then she handed Debbie a small stack of letters. They were from Tabitha, and a few were from Tabitha’s lawyers, threatening to sue her for various petty things. The letters were all very nasty and they were full of insulting words and vague threats. Debbie put a comforting hand on Isabella’s arm as she read the letters. She sure it must have been painful to read them. Some of them included photos of Tabitha and Candy in bed or doing various sexual acts, and when Debbie flipped through these, she saw Tabitha shed a tear for the first time. Debbie gave her a hug and put down the letters. “I don’t know if these signify that Tabitha was involved in any foul play, but they certainly must have been hard for you to read,” Debbie said. Isabella nodded, looking meek and defenseless, like a sweet kitty. Debbie couldn’t help herself, she tilted Isabella’s chin up and gave her a tender kiss.
Before she knew it, they were naked on the couch, Isabella’s giant breasts on full display. Debbie began licking and sucking Isabella’s heaving tits, her nipples were large brown disks and they hardened immediately. “You are so beautiful,” Debbie told her, admiring her hot body. Isabella returned the compliment, kissing Debbie and pushing her tongue deep into her mouth. She pulled off Debbie’s clothes anxiously, and checked out her hot, fit body. “I love your white skin,” Isabella told Debbie honestly, “it looks great against my tan.”
When Isabella removed her dress and turned around, Debbie saw she had a big jeweled butt plug in her ass. It was sparkly and cute and turned Debbie on. Debbie started sucking on Isabella’s clit, pushing gently on the butt plug as she did, increasing the anal stimulation. Isabella’s sex sounds were like a song, and Debbie could tell she was loving the treatment that she was getting. Isabella was a very sweet lover, and surprisingly she was very tender and innocent in her love making, almost passive. Debbie felt somehow protective over the girl, and she wanted to give her a great orgasm. She inserted one finger slowly and gently into her throbbing wet pussy, wiggling it around as she continued to suck on Isabella’s clit. Isabella moaned in delight with her beautiful voice. Then she put another finger in, moving deep and rubbing against Isabella’s G-spot, which was getting swollen and filled with fluid. Finally, she went with three fingers, which seemed to be all Isabella was ready to take. She manipulated Isabella’s G-spot while she tongued her clit, and the woman began to tense up, shaking throughout her whole body, her legs quivering. As she gave in to a G-spot orgasm, with a giant gush of clear fluid, as if she was wetting the couch or her water had broken. Debbie removed her fingers and pulled out the jewel butt plug, prolonging the orgasm and making it even more intense.
“Wow,” Isabella said when she had come back to reality. She took the butt plug from Debbie’s hands and sucked it clean. Then she stuck it back into her asshole with a smile. Now it was Debbie’s turn to experience some Latin loving. Isabella turned Debbie onto her hands and knees and began to eat her out while she fingered her asshole. Her little tongue was very dexterous, and she had Debbie worked up in no time, her clit throbbing and poking far out from under its hood. Isabella swirled her tongue in circles around the perimeter
of Debbie’s clitoris, teasing her mercilessly. Debbie couldn’t stand it, and she started rocking her hips back into Isabella’s face, pressing herself with increasing force against the woman’s open mouth. Isabella switched positions, and stuck a thumb in Debbie’s asshole and two fingers in her pussy. She caressed the inside of her vagina as she ate her out, feeling every twitch of Debbie’s vaginal muscles. She could sense that Debbie was getting close to orgasm, and she began talking to her, encouraging her to go. “Cum for me baby, that’s right,” Isabella told Debbie, “you can do it, you are so hot baby. Cum, cum in my mouth.” Debbie complied, releasing all of the tension in her body with a groan as she gave in to the waves of pleasure. She could feel the muscles of her pussy wall spasm crazily as the orgasm flowed through her body. The two women cuddled, and fell asleep with their arms around each other.
The next morning, Debbie flipped through the rest of the letters from Tabitha as Isabella slept. She noticed that they became more and more grim as time passed. The last two letters contained outright threats of murder, with Tabitha telling Isabella that she wasn’t afraid to kill a bitch who messed with her woman, and the final letter saying that if she couldn’t have Candy she would kill her instead. The last one was pretty incriminating, and Debbie tucked it into her purse before Isabella could wake up and see what she had done.
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