Psychic Detective

by Fletchina Archer

  “Well…”

  “I don’t know, lover. How can you put a number on something like that? I came once. Then you asked if I wanted some more. I came again and then, I don’t quite know how to describe it. I started to come, I came, and then each orgasm started another one and it was like one very long very intense orgasm or one on top of the other, each one more intense than the last ‘til I sort of passed out.”

  Ronda continued to stroke her clitoris slowly and look at Angela.

  Angela crawled up the bed to lie beside Ronda. “That was the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had.”

  “Good. Now I’m going to treat myself. Open the drawer of my night table, will you? And hand me my vibrator.”

  “There’s two in here. Which one do you want?”

  “Both of them. I want one inside and one outside.”

  “Can I help?”

  “Yes. I want you to watch. I’ll tell you what to do.”

  Ronda took the larger of the bullet-shaped vibrators and plunged it into her cunt as she turned onto her stomach. The smaller one she held in her right hand as the fingers of her left hand separated her labia so the tip of the vibrator would caress her clitoris.

  Her voice was unsteady. “I’m about to start coming. When I start, I want you to spank my ass. Hard. Okay?”

  “Whatever you say, lover. Whatever you say.”

  Ronda’s hips rotated around the vibrator in her cunt and her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps until she shouted., “Now.”

  Angela’s palm slapped the taut flesh of Ronda’s butt over and over as she came again and again.

  “That’s good. Make it burn. Harder!”

  Finally, Ronda rolled onto her back, her body relaxed, and she tossed the vibrators aside. “Give me a hug.”

  The two women slept in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Four

  The next time Ronda made dinner for Angela was a week later when Jeff was home because Angela agreed to try to discover more of his motives and means. Ronda served braised green beans, broccoli, and baked lamb with a Merlot. She wore the outfit she’d put on when she had thought she’d be going out to dinner with her husband. Dessert was chocolate mousse. When they finished eating, Jeff excused himself and said he had to be back at the office to handle some phone calls to Japan while it was business hours their time.

  “See what I mean?” Ronda exclaimed as she poured another glass of wine. “Asshole doesn’t even stay around to talk. He meets you, eats, leaves. That’s it. Business. Asshole. He didn’t even notice that I’m dressed to kill. He didn’t even notice that I’m not wearing any underwear. He should have told you to get lost and fucked me. Asshole.”

  “I don’t know. I can see why you were attracted to him, for sure. He’s tall, dark and handsome as they say.”

  “That’s the other thing. Why does he work out downtown instead of here? And why work out at all? If there’s not another woman? He hasn’t just had a baby after all.” They both laughed and Ronda kicked off her high heels and began clearing the table in her stocking feet.

  “He’s coming back tonight?” Angela helped carry the dishes into the kitchen where Ronda put them in a dishwasher.

  “He’ll call and say he was delayed. Wait and see.”

  “But I can tell you that when he left he intended to come back tonight.”

  “He always intends to be on time, or to come back. He just never does it. What else did you see?” Ronda reached up to the wine rack and extracted another bottle of the same Merlot.

  “He loves you very much.”

  “Yeah. Sure.” Ronda had extracted the cork with her air pressure device and poured the two glasses full. “Let’s go into the living room. Why do you say he loves me?”

  “Well, for one thing, at supper I could pick up on the images in his mind.”

  “Let me guess. He was thinking about fucking you.”

  “Oh, you have the talent too?”

  “No, but you’re a beautiful woman and he’s a man. And I know the asshole.”

  They sat in blue velvet upholstered armchairs with a coffee table between them.

  “You’re half right.”

  “How’s that?”

  “He was thinking about fucking me. And I have to say, that was pleasant for me. It was pure animal lust.”

  “Told you so. He’s got another woman.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Why not? There it was, he was fucking you in his mind.”

  “Well, he was also fucking you.”

  “How does that work? I mean he’s only got one dick.”

  “Okay, making love with both of us then. I don’t have any dick at all and neither do you and we make love.”

  “Oooh, the best love that I’ve ever experienced. That’s for sure. I know he’s not capable of that. He’s tried. Besides, isn’t that supposed to be every man’s fantasy? Fucking more than one woman at a time?”

  “Well, with standard equipment like you and I and he all have, how original can it get? There are limited possibilities.”

  Pushing in. Prodding, insistent, demanding, painful. But filling and satisfying. Angela picked up Ronda’s image and said, “Did you like it?”

  “The anal sex? He only did it once or twice and it kinda hurt, to tell the truth. I didn’t get off on it. You?”

  “I liked it the times I’ve done it. Not that much, but I like to masturbate and feel myself being fucked from behind like that. You haven’t told him about us.”

  “Should I?”

  “Up to you. But love hides nothing. If you love him as much as you say, why do you keep secrets from him?”

  “Because I think he’s lying to me. Japan? Do you buy that?”

  “I do.”

  “Put one of your operatives on him. He’ll lead her right to his snatch. He’s fucking someone else. Or someones. How does that go? Someones else like attorneys general, or someone elses?”

  “Maybe you’ve had enough wine. I think I’d say ‘other people’, or ‘other women’.”

  “Are you saying…”

  “No, I didn’t get that. Although we’re-”

  “I’ll bring the bottle,” Ronda said as she walked unsteadily back to the kitchen. “Why do you say he loves me?” As she leaned over to fill her wineglass, she looked up to see Angela’s appreciative eyes on her breasts. She set the opened bottle on the coffee table. “Thanks for that.”

  “What?”

  “Appreciating my boobs.”

  “You are getting psychic.”

  “But why do you say he loves me?”

  “I think that for him the idea of giving all means money. I think he believes that he’s proving his love for you with this house and the cars and the money-that he thinks of his work as giving himself to you.”

  “Asshole.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “He knows better. Shit, he loved me better when we lived in a trailer park.”

  “You guys lived in a trailer park?”

  “Yeah, all this rich person stuff is fake. You could tell I wasn’t from money. Those folks don’t go to libraries. Not to check out books. We lived in a trailer house when he was going to business school. He was good at school, but at least when we had no money, there was nothing better to do than stay home and fuck me. He got a corporate job and rose through the ranks. Just when they were downsizing and firing all their middle management people, he was on the way up. Now he’s a fucking VP at Bowman, Lyons and Heartland.”

  “Oh, is that who he works for? Isn’t he afraid that’ll happen to him? That he’ll get downsized.”

  “Of course he is. That’s why he says he’s always working. But I’d rather be poor and better loved.”

  “Poverty ain’t what it’s cracked up to be.” Angela filled her glass.

  “But sure, he’s afraid. He’s done it enough times to others, he knows it’s just a matter of time ‘til someone does it to him. He’s worked out some kind of
golden parachute deal, though. He’ll be richer if they fire him than if they keep him.”

  “And they wonder why our economy is going to hell. And it’s not because of me not driving my car and using up gas. He told you about the Chinese ship-the junk?”

  “Oh yeah, he used to always talk about that when were in the trailer park, when we were poor. He had this fantasy of getting on a Chinese junk and just sailing around the world, doing nothing.”

  “Well, that was the setting for what he was imagining tonight at supper.”

  The phone rang. Ronda arched her eyebrows in a question. “Want to bet he’s detained by business in Japan?”

  “Hello,” she said melodically into the telephone. “What? Business in Japan? You have to go there? Oh well, I’ll see you next week on Thursday… I’m glad you liked the food… Yes, she’s still here… I’ll tell her you said so… Bye.

  “Asshole. I told you he’d do it. He says to tell you it was a pleasure to meet you. He wants to fuck you.”

  “He didn’t say that.”

  “No, you said that. Come on, let’s make love.” Ronda pulled her dress over her head and stood in front of Angela dressed only in her thigh-high stockings, her breasts, stomach and pubis shining in the indirect light.

  “Any time, lover.” Angela stood and embraced the all but naked woman, and whispered into her ear, “If it’s every man’s fantasy, why not fulfill his? Why don’t you tell him about us and invite him to join us?”

  “You mean it? I didn’t think you liked men that much.”

  “It wouldn’t be men. It’d be you and him. That’s different somehow.”

  The two walked up the stairs to the bedroom hand in hand.

  “Would you do the anal thing with him?”

  “Asshole?”

  They both laughed at the ambiguity of her reply.

  “What difference would it make?” Angela stood beside the bed unbuttoning her prim blouse as Ronda splayed herself across the bed and started to masturbate.

  “I think it’s hot.”

  “I thought you didn’t like it that much.” Angela carefully folded her pants and faced the dresser to put them on top of her other clothes.

  “Not for me! To watch him fucking your ass. To hold his big hard cock and guide it into your little asshole, to see him sink it into you a little bit at a time, to see you taking him into you… That would be hot. Maybe I could even help out in other ways. But I’m no psychic, so I’d need some practice. I think it’s hot you watching me play with myself like this. I’m just about to come just thinking about it.”

  Ronda stood up and walked around the bed to stand in front of Angela. She gently pushed her down onto the bed with both hands and pulled her panties down her legs and threw them onto the floor as she knelt between Angela’s knees. Knowing what Ronda had in mind, Angela lifted one knee over each of Ronda’s shoulders and lifted her hips from the bed just enough for Ronda’s hands to fit under them so Ronda could draw her cunt with its tuft of long hair toward her waiting lips and tongue.

  “Go easy, lover. This time I want there to be something left of me so I can do you, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Ronda’s firm warm tongue circled Angela’s clitoris until it was hard and as large as a pea, protruding from its cowl and vibrating with expectant lust. Then Ronda stroked the magic place she’d learned about earlier. She stroked it at just the right tempo and pressure until Angela sighed and shivered into an orgasm.

  “Stop, lover.” Angela sat up and pulled on Ronda’s hands. “Come up here with me.” Ronda complied.

  Angela embraced her and stroked her breasts, then her stomach and her thighs. “Lay on your back like when you masturbate. Let me do it.”

  Ronda complied. Angela lay on Ronda’s left and stroked her clitoris with the tip of her right ring finger.

  Angela saw the images as they developed in Ronda’s mind’s eye.

  Jeff naked, his cock hard and firm. It was big enough that Ronda’s hand couldn’t reach all the way around. Angela on her stomach, her ass in the air. Ronda looking longingly at the wrinkled flesh of her anus. Ronda holding Jeff’s cock with one hand and bending down to run her tongue around Angela’s asshole, finally to dart her tongue into that tight opening, withdraw it, and then stay there to play with her anus.

  Angela felt her cunt responding to the images Ronda was seeing.

  Ronda places Jeff behind Angela and guides the purple head of his cock into the breach her tongue had opened. Jeff thrusts gently and Angela feels the soft head of his cock working its way into her anus, filling her up. She relaxes to accept the girth of his cock as he plunges deeper into her. Ronda plays with herself with one hand as she guides Jeff’s cock into Angela’s anus. Angela backs up to receive more of the cock into her.

  Angela put her face on the pillow, kept her right hand on Ronda’s clitoris, and started to play with her own clitoris with the ring finger of her left hand.

  Ronda pushes against Jeff’s ass to drive him further into Angela. He sighs and his limp shiny penis falls out of Angela’s asshole.

  Ronda reaches her hand between Angela’s legs, dips the moisture from her cunt, and starts to stroke Jeff’s cock back to life. When he’s hard again, she pushes him onto his back and straddles him. She thrusts forward and back to feel his cock fill her cunt. Angela rolls over, sits on Jeff’s legs behind Ronda, and fondles her breasts until she starts to come.

  “That’s it, lover. Don’t stop. Oh, don’t stop.” Ronda began to come at the same time Angela did. Both of their bodies shook as Angela lost control of both hands. Angela turned onto her back and lay with her left leg thrown over Ronda’s legs.

  “Wow, those were some fantasies!”

  “You saw them?”

  “Um-hum. They got me so hot, I had to do myself while I was doing you. That made it even more intense.”

  “So shall we do it?”

  “Do what?”

  “Both of us. Fuck Jeff.”

  “Yes, but one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “He can’t have anal sex with either of us and then fuck us.”

  “Yeah, he’d infect our vaginas. I know. But that’s the difference between reality and fantasy, isn’t it? I’m always fantasizing about stuff I wouldn’t or couldn’t do in reality.”

  “You sure about this?”

  “Yes.”

  --

  “Ronda Moore, I’d like you to meet some of the women who work with me as field operatives. They are all skilled, competent, well trained and bonded investigators.” Angela indicated five women standing in front of the bookcase in her office. “Marcella Ingles, Maria Cortez, Gudrun Jenssen, Stephanie Li and Joyce Sato. Among them they cover all the languages of Europe and most of the languages of Asia. They’re expensive, but they’re the best at what they do.”

  The women smiled at Ronda, pleased at the compliment their employer had given them.

  “What’s the job, boss?” Maria asked.

  “Ronda thinks her husband is cheating. She wants you to find out.” Angela handed each woman a file that contained a photograph and information on their target.

  “Do you have a read on him?” Joyce Sato shifted her weight.

  “Indecisive.”

  “You can usually get a pretty good fix on these guys. Or gals. What’s up with this one?” Gudrun Jenssen was the tallest of the women.

  “Well… Let me put it this way. If Jeff were here with us, I think he’d be having a fantasy about fucking us all at once.”

  “Not that bad an idea,” Stephanie said, “With apologies to you, ma’am.” She nodded at Ronda. “But we have rules about things like that.”

  The other women waited until Ronda responded with a hesitant laugh before they joined in.

  “Speaking of rules, what rules do we follow for the investigation?” Marcella studied the printed sheet in the file with the photograph.

  Angela nodded to Ronda. “The floor is yours. You can t
ell them to only gather evidence that could stand up in court or you can tell them no holds barred.”

  “No holds barred. This isn’t going to court. It’s going to me. Do anything you need to.”

  “Sting?” Stephanie was eying the photograph.

  “Sting?” Ronda looked puzzled.

  Angela spoke in a schoolteacher voice. “Okay, suppose we have a reason to think that a person is ‘available’, but we can’t catch him in the act. We can test the idea of availability by having someone approach the guy and come on to him. Then we see how far she has to go before he is in the act. Sometimes they get to a room and he leaves. Sometimes the guy will cut it off way before then. And sometimes…”

  “You find out he’s really available.” Ronda finished Angela’s sentence for her.

  “Yeah. It’s not pretty, but we do it sometimes. Not our operatives. But they can set it up easily enough.”

  “No, don’t do that. I want to know just what he’s up to when he says he’s at meetings and working late and traveling all over the planet on his job. I’d like to know who he travels with and who he rooms with on those trips. I’d like to know where he is when he says he’s staying late. Just that kind of stuff. If there’s something going on, then…”

  “That’s where the limits come in. We can wire a place and get video and audio and photos. We’re pretty good at that and unless he has some pros working for him, he won’t know. But that’s very expensive because this isn’t local. It could be Tokyo or Beijing or Copenhagen or London as well as somewhere closer to Chicago. Are you up for that?” Angela looked at Ronda.

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, girls, let’s go. You divide it up among yourselves.”

  The five women took their files and left.

  “If he’s doing anything, they’ll find out about it and bring you photos.”

  “Good. But when we first met, you said you wouldn’t be able to work for me. What’s changed?”

  “What’s changed is that if you want to go through with your plan, I’m in it too now.”

  “How’s that?”

  “Think I want to fuck some guy whose been fucking everything that’s available? No thank you. So I want to know what’s going on too. I wasn’t able to learn much, and I’d like to know more. There’s that too. And I’m not so much working for you as I’m helping to connect you to these gals and they’re working for you. That’s a whole different invoicing procedure.”