“You’re some broad.” You tell her breathlessly.
“Just remember that when you come to cast the role.” She smiles, reaching for her clothes. As you catch your breath, you sit back and watch as Sabine dresses. Her earlier performance completed, she reaches for her everyday clothes, pulling on some panties and reaching for her bra.
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“The kinky stuff’s a little too rich for my blood.” You tell her. “I guess you could say I’m a little old fashioned.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” She replies, turning around and dropping to her knees before you, your eyes flicking to the soft swell of her magnificent breasts. “Though I hope you’re not too straight laced to enjoy a good, old fashioned blowjob?”
Sounds good
You’d rather slide your cock inside her
“I’d rather slip my cock inside you.” You reply.
“You would huh?” Sabine smiles as you help her back up to her feet. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable over there, handsome and we’ll see what we can do.” She nods towards the chaise longue and you eagerly lie back on it, your pulse racing with excitement and your engorged cock jutting into the air. Sabine’s eyes sparkle mischievously as she saunters towards you, her hips swaying provocatively. She climbs up onto the chaise longue and swings a long, shapely leg over your pelvis, sitting astride you. You gaze lustfully up at her curvaceous figure, her long red hair cascading down to the tops of her full breasts. She reaches for your cock, grasping your shaft and guiding the tip to her moist slit, her puffy labia glistening with her juices. You both groan in unison as she lowers herself down, your aching shaft plunging into her warm, moist depths.
“Damn, that feels good.” She murmurs thickly before leaning forward, her breasts crushed against your chest, her lips finding yours. You kiss her passionately, your excitement building as Sabine finds a rhythm, driving your shaft deep inside her. She breaks the kiss, moaning with delight, her hot breath against your cheek and her hands supporting her weight against your chest.
“You like that?” You hiss in her ear. “You like my big hard cock inside you?”
“Uh huh, you’ve ruined me for all other men.” She replies dryly. “Now stop talking and fuck me!” Your ego a little bruised, you drive up into her, meeting her downward thrusts. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open as she gasps with delight. Her fingernails dig into your chest and the chaise longue creaks beneath your undulating bodies. Her gasps become breathless moans of pleasure as she nears her orgasm, your bodies clammy with perspiration as you thrust up into her. Her own excitement infectious, you can feel the tension building in your loins as you begin to close in on your own climax. You reach up, cupping a breast in each hand, squeezing and caressing them before pinching at her swollen nipples.
“Yes!” She pants, grinding her hips down on you, her face flushing. “Don’t stop, I’m so close!” You slide your hands down to her hips and grip them before driving your cock up into her. Feeling her body tense up, she throws back her head, arches her back and cries out in ecstasy. Gripping her tightly, you hold your cock deep inside her as she jerks with each wave of pleasure that sweeps through her. Finally, her cries become soft whimpers and she trembles against you as her orgasm subsides.
“Not too shabby, Mr Vance.” She smiles, her body relaxing and her chest heaving as she catches her breath. “Not bad at all. In my experience, well endowed men tend to be kinda lazy. My little jibe seemed to encourage you though.”
“Glad I could be of service,” You grin, “Though I was kinda under the impression you were looking to service me?” Sabine chuckles sexily as she climbs off you, your cock slipping from her.
“I haven’t forgotten.” She purrs. “Come here.” She reaches out and grasps your hands, pulling you to your feet. She sits down on the edge of the chaise longue and runs her fingertips along your hard glistening cock. “You wanna slip this thing back inside me?” She asks with a smirk, her green eyes fixed on your cock. A tempting proposition, but your gaze is drawn to her magnificent chest, her nipples swollen and erect.
Sounds good
You’d rather come on her breasts
“Damn right I do.” You growl, pulling Sabine up to her feet and taking her into your arms, kissing her urgently, the soft mounds of her breasts pressed against you. She squeals with surprise and delight as you grasp her thighs and lift her up, her legs wrapping around your hips. You maneuver her to the dressing table and rest her buttocks on the edge before guide your aching cock to her pussy.
“Do it!” She gasps breathlessly, her green eyes burning with lust as she gazes down at your hard cock, the bulbous head hovering before her entrance. You press into her, your cock slipping easily into the moist warmth of her slit, her pussy sodden from her recent climax. You groan in unison as you plunge all the way inside her, your impending climax returning with a vengeance.
“I’m getting close.” You grunt through gritted teeth, your balls tightening.
“Yes!” Sabine moans, her legs wrapping around your thighs and pulling you in tighter. “Come inside me! Fill me with your thick, creamy seed!” The insatiable redhead’s filthy mouth drives you over the edge and you roar with release as you feel your balls twitch before sending spurt after spurt streaking up your shaft to erupt deep inside her. She shrieks with glee as she feels your body shuddering and convulsing with each powerful eruption until you finally slump forward, taking her into your arms as your orgasm subsides.
“You’re some broad.” You tell her breathlessly as you gently withdraw from her.
“Damn right.” She breathes. “And that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Just imagine the pleasures you can enjoy with me.”
“If you get the part.” You smile, throwing yourself down on the chaise longue.
“Quid pro quo.” She shrugs with a coy smile. She pulls on a pair of panties and reaches for a bra while you catch your breath, enjoying gazing at her beautiful body as she dresses.
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“Well, if you insist.” You grin as she reaches for your shaft. Her fingers close around your length and her other hand caresses your balls. She strokes you slowly but firmly, her ruby red lips hovering at the tip, her massaging fingers making your balls squirm at her touch. She smiles before flicking out her tongue and swirling it around your straining head. You gasp as you feel the moist warmth of it flicking over the tip before slithering down the underside. She continues to pump your cock while her tongue laps at your length, leaving it glistening with her saliva.
“You want for me to suck it?” She asks innocently, her green eyes gleaming mischievously up at you.
“You know I do.” You groan. She chuckles sexily before opening her mouth and taking you inside. You gasp as you feel the head enveloped in her hot mouth. Her ruby red lips slide down your length until they meet her pumping hand. She begins to bob her head back and forth, enthusiastically slurping and sucking at your cock. You reach down, running your fingers through her long red hair, enjoying the wonderful sensation of her talented mouth and hands working in tandem.
“Damn, that feels good.” You groan, your balls already tightening in her grasp. She slides your cock from her lips and flashes you a smile before working her way down to your balls, lapping and sucking at each of them, her hand still pumping at your cock.
“Are you going to come for me?” She purrs. “You gonna come in my mouth?”
Come in her mouth
You’d prefer to come all over her magnificent breasts
“I’d sooner give you a pearl necklace.” You smile.
“A girl always appreciates jewelry.” Sabine chuckles, pulling back, cupping her breasts and pushing them together. You grasp your cock and begin to pump it, gazing down at her chest, the tension building in your balls as you anticipate erupting all over her magnificent cleavage. Her green eyes gaze up at you expectantly, her lips curled in a coy smile.
“I’m gettin’ close!” You warn her through gritted teeth as th
e tension in your balls builds to a crescendo. Sabine simply nods, her smile broadening. Her fingers play over her erect nipples before pinching them between her thumbs and forefingers. Whether this was for your benefit or hers you never know as you feel your climax rising in your loins. You roar with pleasure as your cock twitches in your hand, a thick rope of come streaking from the tip to splatter across the tops of her breasts. Sabine squeals with delight as your cock pulses again and again, coating her soft fleshy mounds with your pearly white seed, the thick fluid tricking down her cleavage and over her fingers. You groan with each eruption as you empty your balls all over her before taking an unsteady step backwards and feeling weak at the knees, collapse onto the chaise longue.
“You sure gave me both barrels there.” Sabine smiles up at you, her breasts streaked with your come. She gets to her feet and looks you in the eye before sucking her fingers clean and toweling the rest of your seed from her curves.
“That was incredible.” You tell her breathlessly.
“There’s plenty more where that came from.” She smiles, reaching for her clothes. “So just remember that when you come to cast the role.” As you catch your breath, you sit back and watch as Sabine dresses. Her earlier performance completed, she reaches for her everyday clothes, pulling on some panties and reaching for her bra.
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“Yeah.” You groan, rapidly closing in on your climax. Sabine chuckles and her tongue leaves your balls. She shifts her position, kissing her way up the length of your shaft to the bulbous head. Her green eyes burn with lust as her tongue flicks out, collecting a bead of pre-come that has formed on the tip. Her eyes close momentarily and she mews contentedly at the taste.
“I can’t wait to taste your seed.” She tells you huskily. “To feel it splashing across my tongue, sliding down my throat…” You groan, your head swimming. This dame sure knows how to talk dirty. “Are you going to come for me?” Her hand squeezes your balls. “These feel so full! They feel ready to burst.”
“Sabine…” You grunt, her words sending you to the very brink. Her eyes gleam as she slips your cock into her mouth. You gasp as she enthusiastically bobs her head back and forth, sending you over the edge. Your balls twitch and you roar with pleasure and release as your come races up your shaft. Sabine pulls back, her mouth wide open an inch from your engorged cock. It jerks in her hand as the first powerful eruption jets from the tip to spurt into her open mouth. You watch transfixed as the thick creamy fluid coats her tongue before a second spurt streaks from the tip, hitting the back of her throat. You gasp at the blissful sensation combined with the sight of the beautiful redhead pumping your erupting cock into her open mouth. The third pulse trickles out of her mouth and dribbles down her chin. She takes your cock back into her mouth and sucks the last few weaker spurts from you before sitting back on her haunches and smiling up at you. Her green eyes fix on yours as she gulps down the mouthful of your seed.
“Tasty.” She comments, collecting the droplet from her chin and licking it from her finger. “And just imagine how grateful I’ll be once I have the role.” She adds with a smile. Feeling weak from your climax, you collapse down onto the chaise longue and watch as Sabine dresses. Her earlier performance completed, she reaches for her everyday clothes, pulling on some panties and reaching for her bra.
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“I’ll have to remember to thank Neville Vandergraaf for recommending I come and see you.” You casually tell her. Sabine pauses a beat, her green eyes flicking towards you.
“You know Neville?” She asks, taking the bait.
“Yeah, we’re old pals. We play golf together.” You reply, leaning forward from the chaise longue and stooping to collect your own clothes. “How do you know him?”
“I used to work for him.” She tells you, pulling the bra straps up her arms and reaching behind her back to fasten it.
Encourage her to elaborate
Ask her if she knew his wife
“You did, huh?” You ask, feigning disinterest as you get to your feet and begin to dress.
“Yes, I used to work as his private secretary for a spell when I first arrived in L.A.” She tells you. You nod and smile knowingly. “It wasn’t like that. It was very professional.”
“Sure.” You reply sarcastically. Her eyes narrow but she blushes. She’s not telling you everything and you can guess what it is. You watch as she pulls on a far more sedate pastel green colored cotton dress. While she still looks beautiful, she looks a far cry from the alluring, sensual nightclub singer you encountered earlier. You pull on your jacket before glancing up at Sabine as you tie your laces.
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“Did you know his wife, Viola?” You ask, getting to your feet and beginning to dress.
“Sure, I know Viola.” Sabine replies. “I knew her before she met Neville, when we were both struggling actresses. Gotta admit, I was a little envious when she got hitched to Neville. I’m still goin’ to auditions while she’s strolling around looking effortlessly glamorous with not a care in the world.”
“A wealthy husband would certainly help with that.” You grin, buttoning up your shirt.
“Yes. Yes it would.” She murmurs almost to herself, a little smile playing across her lips. You raise an eyebrow at that remark but don’t make any further comments, watching as she pulls on a far more sedate pastel green colored cotton dress. While she still looks beautiful, she looks a far cry from the alluring, sensual nightclub singer you encountered earlier. You pull on your jacket before glancing up at Sabine as you tie your laces.
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“Well, thanks very much for the thorough audition.” You smile, getting to your feet. “I’ll be sure to recommend you to the casting director as a strong candidate.”
“What?” She replies, her eyes widening. “I thought you were the casting director?”
“No, just a man with an eye for talent.” You reply.
“Why, you son of a bitch!” She snarls, her fingers tightening around a cut glass perfume bottle on the dresser.
“Nice mouth lady.” You grin as you head for the door. “And I mean that sincerely.” You add with a wink before leaving, the perfume bottle shattering against the other side of the door as it closes behind you.
You are awoken the next morning by a loud knocking on the door to your office. Rising cursing from your bed, you throw a towel around your waist and step into your office.
“Okay, okay, I hear ya!” You growl, turning the key in the lock and opening the door.
“Mr Harlowe! You are not yet dressed!” Viola Vandergraaf exclaims, her eyes widening before looking away.
“With your powers of deduction, I’m surprised you need to hire a private detective.” You grunt, swinging the office door open before stepping back into your bedroom.
You return a few minutes later, dressed though unshaven. Viola has seated herself opposite your desk and is immaculately turned out as always. Her blonde hair is neatly tied back and she wears an eggshell blue dress.
“Good morning Mrs Vandergraaf.” You say, throwing yourself down into your swivel chair. “My condolences at the passing of your butler. Any clue as to what he knew that led to him catchin’ a bullet?”
“I don’t know.” Viola replies. “I wonder if perhaps he heard something that he shouldn’t have?” After the excitement of your last meeting, she seems calm and collected. The lady’s certainly a cool customer. You reach for your cigarettes, offering one to Viola which she politely declines.
“He did at least provide me with a lead.” You add, pausing to light your cigarette. “I think I may have discovered the identity of your husband’s mistress.” Viola stiffens. “I told you before that you might not like what I find.” You remind her, exhaling a lungful of smoke.
“I remember.” She sighs. “Who is she?”
“I don’t want to name her just yet, but she’s a showgirl.” You reply.
“A showgirl. How clichéd.” She cringes. “Even in his adulter
y he lacks imagination. I think he may be meeting her tonight. He told me that he will be away on business until tomorrow, but then I had a call from the Boulevard Restaurant confirming his reservation for eight o’clock this evening.”
Stake out the restaurant
Tail Neville Vandergraaf
“Thanks for the lead.” You tell Viola, flicking some ash into the ashtray on your desk. “I’ll wait outside your house until he leaves and tail him. We’ll see where he goes and who he meets. If it is this showgirl, I get some evidence and put some pressure on him. I’ll get this straightened out, Mrs Vandergraaf.”
“Thank you.” She smiles. “You don’t know what a relief that will be.”
“You realize that if he is guilty, he’ll be facing a lengthy stretch in the big house?” You add.
“My husband is trying to murder me, Mr Harlowe.” She replies coldly. “Do you think I would lament his absence for even a moment?”
“I guess not.” You grin.
A few hours later, you sit in your Buick outside the Vandergraaf residence. The sun is dropping low over the Pacific, leaving broad smudges of reds and oranges across the sky. You check your watch. Shouldn’t be much longer. Sure enough, moments later you hear the roar of an engine as Vandergraaf’s silver Aston Martin DB1 rolls out of the wrought iron gates. It accelerates along Mulholland Drive and you quickly follow as it descends the winding roads towards the city. The streetlamps flicker on as you reach the outskirts of the city and you switch on your headlights as you keep the Aston Martin in sight.
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