“You’re lookin’ good Lois.” You grin across at her.
“Knock it off Sam.” She replies with a dismissive waft of her hand. “I’m not some wide-eyed starlet about to fall for your charm, so get to the point already!”
“I need your help on a case I’m working on.” You tell her. She laughs humorlessly for a moment before fixing her gaze back on you, her eyes magnified slightly by the lenses of her glasses.
“Why the hell would I help you?” She growls.
“Because I’ll make sure you get the whole story.” You grin. “A glamorous wife of an L.A. tycoon, murder, sex, the mob… just imagine the headline!” Lois licks her lips as she does just that.
“Okay Harlowe, you have my attention.” She smiles. “What do you need to know?”
What does she know about Vandergraaf and Valentina D’Abruzzo
What does she know about the Vandergraafs
What does she know about Sabine Marceau
“So what do you know about Neville and Viola Vandergraaf?” You ask her.
“So, Viola Vandergraaf’s the ‘glamorous wife’?!” Lois murmurs, leaning forward. “Damn, Harlowe, she’d look good on the front page with handcuffs on her wrists instead of diamond encrusted bracelets!”
“Cool it sister, she’s the client, not a suspect!” You growl.
“Shame.” She tuts, climbing to her feet and moving across to a side table and pouring you both a glass of bourbon. She passes you a glass and sits down next to you on the couch, the hem of her dark gray skirt sliding up above her knee. “So what are the Vandergraafs mixed up in?”
“Seems I’m the one doin’ all the talkin’ here, Lois.” You reply gruffly. “Thought you were supposed to be answering my questions.”
“Sorry, I used to be a reporter, remember.” She shrugs. “Old habits die hard.” She takes a sip from her glass, leaving a faint red imprint of her lips on the rim. “Viola Vandergraaf.” She muses almost to herself. “Beautiful woman, but doesn’t really stand out from any of the other vapid rich wives in this town. Don’t remember even hearing of her getting drunk and making an ass of herself. Neville Vandergraaf, heir to the Vandergraaf fortune of course. He’s had a few drunken run-ins with police particularly in his younger years.”
“Boys will be boys.” You shrug.
“Exactly.” Lois nods, taking another sip of her bourbon. “Barely something to fill the columns on page twenty-eight on a slow day. Though…”
“What?” You ask, sensing she might have something worthwhile.
“I have it on good authority that he’s been screwing around behind her back and has been for some time. Don’t ask me who, but I’m working on it.”
“I might know.” You grin.
“Don’t suppose you’d care to enlighten me?” She grins, cocking an eyebrow.
“Not right now.” You reply. “Maybe later. I’ve a few more questions…”
“Not right now.” Lois smiles, echoing your words as she reaches up to unbutton her blouse. “But maybe later… if you play your cards right.”
Allow Lois to seduce you
You have what you need. Make your excuses and leave
“What do you know about a connection between Neville Vandergraaf and Valentina D’Abruzzo?” You ask Lois.
“Sounds like someone’s been peeking through some keyholes.” She chuckles.
“I’m a private detective, remember.” You shrug.
“I’ve heard some things.” Lois admits, rising from her chair and walking over to a side table. “Heard he’s been screwing around and has been for a few weeks if not months now.”
“With Valentina D’Abruzzo?” You ask.
“Maybe.” She replies vaguely, reaching for a bottle of bourbon and unscrewing the cap. “Sounds like you know more than me on that front.”
“You think he knows who she is?” You ask her, watching as she pours two glasses.
“No idea, but he’s a man, so it’s probably only his dick doing his thinking.” Lois replies, joining you on the couch and passing you a glass. “If he does know who she really is, he’s playing with fire.”
“What do you think her angle is?” You ask, taking a drink.
“She’s the daughter of a Chicago Mafia Don, he’s one of the richest men in the city.” She replies. “I’m sure I don’t have to join the dots for you.”
“You think she’s going to blackmail Vandergraaf?” You reply.
“No, I’m sure it’s true love.” She replies, rolling her eyes. “Look, it’s no secret the D’Abruzzo family is trying to move in on Mickey Cohen’s turf. To do that, you need money and Vandergraaf’s got plenty.”
“So…” You murmur.
“Shhh.” She interrupts, reaching out and putting a finger on your lips. “That’s all you’re gettin’ out of me… unless you can persuade me otherwise.” She smiles sexily, reaching up to unbutton her blouse.
Allow Lois to seduce you
You have what you need. Make your excuses and leave
You reach into your pocket for the book of matches and flick it onto Lois’s desk. She picks it up and turns it over in her hand.
“Sabine.” She murmurs. “Ah Sabine Marceau! Talented singer. Too talented for that dive.” She stands up and tosses the book of matches back at you. You catch it and slip it back into your pocket.
“How have you heard of her?” You ask.
“She was involved in quite a scandal a couple of years back.” She replies, moving towards a filing cabinet. She glances towards the draw labeled ‘1947’. “It would have been a helluva story, but the studio put a lot of pressure on the owners of the paper and I was forced to bury it.” She bends over and rifles through the lower drawer of the filing cabinet and you grin as she thrusts her ass none too subtly in your direction. Not that you’re complaining as your eyes linger on her plump buttocks.
“Ah, here it is.” She straightens and pulls out a thick manila file and passes it to you. You rummage through, finding several large black and white prints. Noticing the blurry edge of a window frame creeping into the foreground of a few of the shots, you recognize the candid camerawork of a fellow professional. You can see Sabine with a brunette woman, who has her back to the camera.
“Ah!” You murmur, as you flick through the photos, the camera capturing the pair in a passionate clinch. The following photos show them in various states of undress as they strip each other before the final photos show the brunette reclining in a chair while Sabine kneels before her, her head nestled between her thighs. The brunette is sideways on in the last shots and your eyes widen in recognition.
“Damn!” You grin. “Isn’t that…”
“Yes.” Lois chuckles, joining you on the couch. “You can see why the studio shut the story down. They’d hardly want the scandal of one of their biggest stars turning out to be a dyke. So the story was quietly buried and Sabine Marceau’s promising career was left in tatters. No studio will touch her now.”
“Interesting, so…” You reply.
“That’s enough talk.” Lois interrupts, reaching out and placing a finger on your lips. “That’s all you’re gettin’ out of me… unless you can persuade me otherwise.” She smiles sexily, reaching up to unbutton her blouse.
Allow Lois to seduce you
You have what you need. Make your excuses and leave
“I’ll see what I can do.” You grin, reaching out and carefully slipping her glasses off. You reach behind Lois’s head and unfasten her hair, her rich auburn tresses tumbling down around her shoulders. Her lips pout and her chest heaves in anticipation as you discard the glasses and bobby pins and lean into her. As your lips press against hers, she melts into your arms. She kisses you back hungrily, her tongue flicking aggressively over your own.
“Oh Sam.” She moans as your hands slide up to cup her large, soft breasts. “It’s been too long.” You wonder if she is referring to your brief dalliance a couple of years back or whether she’s in the middle of something of a dr
y spell. Either way, she certainly seems enthusiastic.
“I’ve missed these.” You grin as you deftly unfasten the last of the buttons on her blouse and pull it open, revealing her bra clad breasts. Lois giggles, watching you intently as you pull the fleshy orbs free of the bra cups. Her pink nipples contrast with her pale flesh and you lower your head to her chest, taking one bud and then the other into your mouth.
“I’ve missed your lips.” Lois groans thickly. “Oh God, that feels so good!” You grin as you continue to lavish attention on her swollen nipples while gently massaging her mounds with your hands. Your own excitement rapidly builds and you can feel your cock hardening within your slacks. While she might be a little older and a few pounds heavier, she’s just as sexy and sensual as ever.
“Touch me, Sam.” Lois breathes, guiding your hand down beneath the hem of her skirt. You eagerly slide your hand up the inside of her thigh. Your fingers glide up over the sheer nylon stocking before brushing over the lacy top and onto her soft, warm inner thigh. You can feel the humid heat of her pussy radiating out from her as your hand slides upward.
Use your fingers
Go down on her
Lois groans in frustration as you pull your hand from between her thighs and gazes quizzically at you.
“Trust me.” You grin, dropping down onto your knees before her and gently easing her legs apart, the hem of her skirt riding up. Her mood instantly changes to one of excitement as you begin to kiss your way up the inside of her thigh. She squirms in anticipation as your lips reach the bare skin above the lacy tops of her stockings. You trail kisses up to the edge of her panties before kissing the front of them, the white cotton fabric spongy against her pubic hair.
“Oh God, yes Sam!” She gasps. The scent of her arousal fills your nostrils and makes your cock flex within the confines of your slacks. You slide your hands up underneath her legs and Lois lifts herself up as you fingers grasp the flimsy material of her panties, tearing them down her legs. You gaze down at the reddish brown tangle of curls and her puffy labia, glistening with her excitement.
“Do it.” Lois murmurs thickly. “Eat me! Please Sam, let me feel your tongue inside me!”
“And you’ll help me?” You ask her.
“Yes!” She snaps impatiently. “I’ll sing like a goddamned canary. Now eat me for chrissakes!” You chuckle and lower your face back between her thighs, salivating in anticipation. Stretching out your tongue, you run it up the length of her moist furrow before flicking the tip over her protruding clitoris. She stiffens and groans with pleasure.
“Damn, that feels so good.” Lois moans. You press your tongue deeper inside her, your taste buds tingling at the sweet, tangy flavor of her juices. As you begin to work your tongue up and down her slit, her gasps of pleasure increase in intensity until they abruptly become muffled. You wonder if she has clamped a hand over her mouth to prevent her cries reaching the ears of her secretary outside. While you lap at her pussy, your cock aches painfully for stimulation of its own. You reach down, rubbing it through the front of your slacks.
“You want me to help take care of that for you?” Lois breathes.
Slip inside her
Adjust your position and sixty-nine
“I thought you’d never ask.” You grin, scrambling to your feet and unfastening your slacks. Lois sits up, gazing eagerly at your groin as you drop your slacks and tug down your underpants. Your rigid springs up, jutting towards her.
“What are you going to do to me with that?” She murmurs, mesmerized by your hard cock swaying before her, the taut skin of the purple tinged crown shiny. You grin and reach out, grasping her hands in yours before hoisting her up on her feet. Her bared chest heaves with excitement as you take her in your arms. You kiss her hard, your tongue aggressively seeking and finding hers. Lois takes your head in her hands, kissing you back and matching your passion and intensity.
“Take me.” She breathes, pulling away, her eyes fixed on yours. “Take me right now.” You nod and pull her around, her back to you. As you push her down over the desk, Lois gasps in surprise, but as she supports herself on her elbows, she shuffles her legs apart in anticipation. Lifting her skirt up over her waist, you gaze down at her exposed buttocks. As you reach out to caress the plump cheeks, she moans softly. Her excitement is palpable and infectious and your pulse races as you grasp your shaft and guide it to her slit. You push the bulbous head against her puffy labia which yield easily as you sink inside her.
“Oh yes!” Lois moans thickly, bowing her head. “Oh God, I’ve needed that!” Your hands slide across her pale flesh to grasp her hips as you begin to drive into her sodden depths.
“It feels like it.” You groan. “Damn, you’re one horny dame!” She chuckles in reply as she continues to rock forward with each thrust, the contents of the desk rattling around her. You lean over her, supporting your weight with one hand while sliding the other beneath her to cup a breast.
“Oh Sam.” She pants as you massage the large, fleshy mound. “Fuck me harder!” You quicken your pace, pounding into her again and again, the rhythmic creaking of the desk punctuating your own grunts and groans. You can already feel the tension beginning to build in your balls, though with Lois’s labored and uneven breathing, she seems even closer.
“Ma’am, is everything alright?” You hear Lois’s secretary call through the door.
“Quite alright!” Lois barks irritably. “I told you not to interrupt us!” You chuckle at the secretary’s flustered apology as you continue to slam into her boss. Lois’s hands grip the far edge of the desk, bracing herself against your relentless onslaught. Her rapid, panting breaths betray her imminent climax and moments later she falls silent, stiffening before crying out in ecstasy. You drive deeply inside her, feeling her tremble with each jolt of pleasure. Her guttural groans of delight fill the room and you wonder if her secretary will dare to interrupt again. She doesn’t and Lois enjoys her orgasm unhindered.
“You sure know how to show a girl a good time.” She pants after her climax subsides. “Are you close too, Sam?”
“Yeah.” You reply.
“Then come inside me.” She tells you, glancing over her shoulder. “Fill me with your thick seed.” You nod and slide your hands back down to her hips, pounding into her with wild abandon as you seek your own release. You last only a few moments longer, the excitement of Lois's orgasm bringing you to the brink of your own. Your fingers grip her tightly, sinking into her flesh as you stiffen, your balls drawing up as they unleash a torrent of come. You let out a deep grunt of release as your cock twitches inside her, spurting again and again. Lois squeals with delight as she feels your hot seed gushing deep within her pussy.
“I can feel you exploding inside me!” She moans, thrusting a hand back between her legs and massaging your aching balls, coaxing every last drop from you. As your climax subsides, you wearily slip from her body and fall back onto the couch. Lois pushes herself off her disheveled desk and joins you.
Continue
“I sure do!” You grin, pulling your face from between her thighs. “Now lie back on the couch. You can return the favor while I finish what I started.” Lois nods and swings around so that she is lying pull length across the couch, her skirt pulled up above her waist and her legs drawn up and splayed. Her silk blouse is still open with her bra pulled down beneath her large breasts. Her eyes gaze up at you lustfully and her dark red lips pout in anticipation. You pull off your jacket, kick off your shoes and unfasten your slacks, tugging them down with your underpants. Your hard shaft juts out towards her.
“Why Sam, that looks good enough to eat!” She quips. You chuckle and eagerly join her on the sofa, climbing over her with your knees either side of her head. As you lower your head between her open thighs, you feel her fingers wrap around your shaft and her hot breath on the straining tip. You bury your face into her glistening folds just as her tongue slides along the underside of your cock. Her moans reverberate along your shaft as you dr
aw her clit into your mouth, flicking your tongue over the little fleshy hood. You hook an arm under her thigh and sink your fingers inside her sodden slit, working them in and out as you continue to tease her clit.
“Oh God, that feels incredible.” Lois gasps, her mouth momentarily leaving your cock. It’s your turn to groan as her tongue lashes at your balls. You can feel the pressure beginning to build already as she enthusiastically swirls her tongue around each sensitive ball before her lips trail along your length. As she kisses the tip, her tongue swiping over the straining crown, you squirm, willing her to take you into her mouth. You pump your fingers inside her even faster, your pulse racing with excitement. As she relentlessly teases you, you can take it no more.
“Suck it, goddamn it!” You growl with frustration. Lois titters before finally relenting. You feel her lips slide over the bulbous head and down your length, the delicious wet warmth enveloping your rigid cock. You groan with relief and resume your attentions on her clit. As you thrust your fingers inside her, Lois reaches up and massages your balls while her other hand strokes your shaft. The rhythm of her lips becomes increasingly distracted until your feel her stiffen, her hips lifting up off the couch. Her clit twitches against your tongue and her muffled moans vibrate around your shaft as she trembles in the throes of her orgasm. Her juices flood your fingers and she pulls her mouth from your cock, crying out in ecstasy. As her climax finally subsides, you feel her relax beneath you.
“My God, that was amazing!” Lois pants. “But now it’s your turn.” You groan as she takes you back into her mouth, sucking and slurping on you with renewed enthusiasm. You rapidly feel the tension in your balls building to a crescendo.
“You’re getting me close!” You gasp. Lois responds by pumping you even more vigorously, her lips slipping back and forth along your shaft while continuing to massage your aching balls. You grit your teeth as she takes you past the point of no return. Your balls churn and your cock swells in her mouth and with a deep grunt of release, you feel your come race up your shaft. As you erupt, her lips slide back until just the head remains in her mouth. You groan in ecstasy, your hips jerking as your gushing cock quickly fills her mouth. Lois noisily gulps down each spurt until your climax ebbs. She pumps the last few drops from you with her hand before her head drops back onto the couch.
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