"And how much money do you suspect him of taking?"
My potential new client shook her head sadly, obviously embarrassed by what she was about to say.
"We're talking about an amount easily in the thousands."
"Yes…" I said with my eyes narrowing.
Allowing the word hang for as long as possible. Just one of those little things you can do which will draw a person into talking about something they don't feel comfortable with.
One of the tricks of the trade they teach you in detective school.
"I suppose that is the major part of the problem. We don't know for sure how much he's taken. Not that the money is all the most important issue. The embezzling doesn't bother me nearly as much as the possibility that he may have been selling off company secrets."
It was hard for me to stifle letting out a little gasp. There weren't very many times in my career as a private investigator that I heard someone say money wasn't important.
Money, and how to keep hold of it was usually about all that most of my clients could think about.
Particularly when it came time to pay my bill.
That's when they really got to be tight fisted.
I hoped I'd recovered quickly enough to not have given too much of my surprise away to my new client. Even if I didn't, Carol Addams didn't show a sign of having noticed anything.
She just sat there.
Looking too cool, calm and refined to be real.
The woman gave you the impression there wasn't much that could crack her cold shell.
Cold, but a damn lovely shell.
Sitting there in her expensive light blue business outfit, she looked every bit the high level executive. One that could afford to be more worried about the worth of company secrets versus any amount of cash.
She also gave you the impression that underneath her finely tailored skirt hid a body that would make any man look her more than once.
"So what exactly is it you want me to do?"
"Find out who our Mr. Donner is dealing with. I can't combat this situation until I know who I'm going against. Once that's pinpointed I'll know how much Damage Control we're facing."
This cool blonde was almost too much. Damage Control? Did people really talk like that? Or was it something requiring a six hundred dollar suit to say?
"All right, but why me?" I asked. "I'm sure you must have someone in your own company who could run this down for you."
Carol shook her head. Not a single hair strayed out of place. Obviously not daring to mare her perfect image.
"Simply not acceptable. First, there is too much of a chance for Donner to find out we're on to him. Too many possibilities for leaks. Also this has been going on for so long, I'm not sure how far it has spread within the company."
"To the point that you couldn't trust your own security?"
"Let's just say that this simplifies things a great deal," she said hitting me with a smile I was sure she saved for heavy contract negotiations.
A smile that would instantly win you over to her side. No matter what.
"And then there is the most important reason."
"Which would be?"
"Well not only do you come highly recommended, but you are a very attractive woman."
Coming from her, the complement almost made me blush. I'm certainly not ashamed of the way I look, but I had never thought of myself as being beautiful.
Before my modesty allowed me to argue, Carol continued.
"Donner's biggest weakness is no doubt his fondness of women. He seems to see himself as being quite the lady's man."
The shrug she gave showed Carol didn't necessarily share the feeling.
"And you think my sex will make it that much easier for me to get close to him?"
"Depends on how you wish to pursue this," the blonde said with another shrug. "I'm merely pointing out a fact. It's completely up to you in how you want to proceed. I'm certainly not implying you should try to get too close to him."
But the look in her eye said it was exactly why she was hiring a woman.
Silently telling me that if I had to hop into bed with Donner to find out what he was doing, then do it.
"You'll report directly to me. No one else." Her hand was already reaching into her handbag, pulling out an envelope which she passed across to me.
"I believe that you'll find this to be a suitable enough retainer. You'll also find copies of Donner's records from our personnel file, along with other papers that may help you."
It only took one brief glance inside the envelope to tell me the retainer was indeed more than healthy.
If only there weren't alarms going off in the back of my head!
This Addams woman was a real bitch.
A manipulator of people.
Of course there was no rule saying you had to like the people you worked for. And in this case the money would certainly make it easier to overlook certain shortcomings.
So I silenced those internal alarms.
An equally fake smile from me and a handshake were all it took to complete things.
Addams was on her feet and heading towards the door.
"I am of course very interested in this. I do hope that I'll be getting a report from you very soon," she said looking over her shoulder.
"I'll start today," I assured her.
"Good. I look forward to hearing from you," she said with a smile. This time it wasn't a phony one.
No, this was the type of smile a shark gives right before swallowing one of your legs.
One that I was still thinking about for several minutes after the door shut behind her.
It took time, but I managed to get the blonde executive out of my head and start concentrating on the case.
About all I learned from Donner's personnel file was that he was one sharp guy. The type that big companies would fight each other for to get hold of.
But none of this told me a thing about what he might be doing. And other than hinting at "company secrets", Carol hadn't said a word about what kind of information Donner was trying to deal away.
It only meant that I'd have do this the hard way.
Within two hours I was parked across the street from Donner's home. The little I knew about him told me he would have to be living in a nice area. It was just the same the size of the place threw me.
The apartment I live in could fit inside his garage. Twice! It made my head spin to think about a single person living in a place with this many rooms.
Soon it was dark enough for me to make my move.
I had changed into some black pants and sweater, just the thing when sneaking around a stranger's house.
There was only a short wall to keep people off the property. Along with having a pretty good figure, I do my best to keep myself in good shape.
It took surpassingly little effort for me to get over the stone barrier.
Staying to the shadows, I worked my way closer to the house. Using a small flashlight I found what I was looking for. The small panel where the phone lines came into the house.
Using some clip leads, I hooked a small electrical box inside the panel, then closed everything up again.
A good friend had taught me how to work phone lines.
Or even to tap them. Like I had just done!
The little box I had installed would work like a two-way radio, allowing me to listen in without being noticed.
Just to make sure the hook-up was going to work, I decided to wait around until a call came through to the house. Once I was sure of my connection, I could listen in to Donner's phone calls from across the street, or down the block.
The evening chill was starting to get to me as I hid there in the ivy outside Donner's window. I was just about ready to say "fuck it" when I heard something come across my headset.
Donner was calling out.
The phone at the other end only rang three times before a bored female voice answered. "Agency."
"This is Mr. Donner."
"Oh yes sir!" Suddenly the voice was far from bored.
"I believe you know what I like. Please have it delivered as soon as possible."
"Yes sir. I'm sure you'll be very satisfied with…"
"Fine," Donner said, cutting the woman off. "Just make it happen."
Then he hung up.
I usually don't allow myself to make snap decisions about people. Especially ones I haven't really met yet, but all I couldn't help but think that Donner was an asshole.
Putting him in the same boat as Carol Addams.
All of it making me look forward to getting this case over with as soon as I could.
But for right now, I had to get moving.
Something, or someone was on their way over to Donner's and I didn't want to take the chance of accidentally being spotted while lurking outside his home.
Checking up and down the street to make sure I wasn't seen, I cleared the wall, then strolled over to my car where I made myself comfortable.
Might as well hang around to see who was coming.
Who knows, I might get lucky and this could have something to do with the case.
Yeah sure.
Luckily I didn't have long to wait. Within thirty minutes a car pulled up in front of Donner's house. It did seem rather strange that the car didn't pull up into the long driveway.
Instead it pulled to a halt at the curb. The passenger side opened, letting a young lady out. Once she was clear the car pulled further down the street and parked.
Even though I was only across the street, it was difficult to get more than just a glimpse of the young woman. The darkness making her no more than a shadow.
All I could tell was her skirt was short, her heels were high, and that her body was very nice.
I shook my head wondering what kind of Lady Killer this guy could be if he was having to bring in call girls.
Just for chuckles I hung around for a while longer.
I suppose there was a part of me that wanted to see that the girl came right back out.
Wanting to see that this asshole Donner was only a six second wonder.
To show me he only had the lasting power of a flea.
Only the girl didn't come out again for a long time.
A very long time.
Time was creeping by slowly. I couldn't believe it when I saw the girl come out again. Forcing me to double check my watch.
She had been in there for nearly two hours!
And they didn't seem to have only been passing the time away with idle conversation.
Not with the way the girl was having problems walking.
First, as she reappeared, she was no longer perched on her heels. Carrying her shoes in her hand as she made her way over to the waiting car.
She also moved as if it were difficult for her to do stay on her feet.
Could Donner have fucked her so hard she couldn't even walk straight?
I tried to push the thought from my mind as I made my own way home. No matter what I did, I couldn't help but wonder what had gone on.
If the asshole could really be that good!
Luckily all those thoughts were gone, melted away by the next morning. I had other things to put my mind to. Such as following Donner around.
As with most detective work, it was boring.
Nothing like what the T.V. cop shows make it look like.
It's a miracle I don't weigh three hundred pounds with all the sitting around I have to do. Once I followed Donner on his morning drive into work, all I could do was sit in my car.
Waiting until he went somewhere else.
My only problem was that he didn't. He never left his office until it was time for him to go home. At this rate, the case was going to go on for a very long time.
I had been hoping for some kind of a break. Hoping Donner would have some meeting with his mystery partner. At the very least, get a phone call from this mystery person.
Now as I followed him back home, all I had to look forward to was another long night sitting in front of his house.
Again I was hoping for some luck. Maybe contact would be made at his home.
Those hopes were dashed the instant Donner picked up his phone.
One of the toys I have for surveillance is a small box which ties in with my wire tap set. A great thing it does is tell you the number of the phone at the other end of the line.
Even as he dialed, it hit me that I knew what this number was.
He was calling the Agency again.
I'm not even sure why I did it, but my hand quickly reached for the little black box.
There was one other thing my toy could do.
By flicking a switch, I could cut in and take over the call.
"Agency," I said in a dull voice, chomping my lips as if chewing gum.
"This is Mr. Donner. I believe you know what I want."
I played my end of the conversation just the way the operator had done the night before, assuring him someone would be sent right out.
Once I hung up I looked at my watch. Thirty minutes would be tight, but I thought I could make it to my place to change, and still get back in time.
Questions filled my mind as I drove. I still didn't know why I had done it. Why I suddenly felt the need to take the place of a call girl.
Turning myself into a whore!
I already knew Donner was an ass.
But then curiosity had always been a big hang up for me.
I suppose it's why I went into this business. I just had to know things. Not being able to leave a mystery alone.
That, and I guess I was also wondering what Donner really had tucked away in his pants.
Was he really that good? Good enough to keep a professional working girl busy for two hours?
To make her walk with weak, wobbling legs.
As if she had just fucked an entire football team!
But there was the job that I could use as justification for what I was about to do.
Once I got in his place, heavens only knew what kind of information I might find.
Or I might even convince this man that he wanted me to hang around him for a while longer. Long enough for me to get a handle on what he was up to. Anything to keep me close enough to pick-up a clue.
Being by his side would certainly be much easier then sitting out in the cold. Having to watch from my car.
Certainly more comfortable.
At least those were the excuses I made to myself.
By the time I arrived at my apartment I had had more than enough time to decide on what I was going to wear.
Something sexy, but not too revealing.
Exciting, but not slutty.
Because of the ticking clock I didn't have the time to waste by mulling through my mind about what I was about to do.
Ignoring once more those warning bells ringing in my head.
Otherwise I might have talked myself out of the whole thing.
I would have been much better off if I had.
Quickly I stripped off my clothes and wiggled into a pair of tiny black lace panties. They were hardly more than a G-string, and all but transparent.
They went perfectly with the lacy garter belt I fastened around my waist.
I had been going so fast that I had to stop and think about what I was doing. Taking another moment, I tucked the garters down under the panties before pulling on a pair of nylons.
Some nice ones that came up high on my thighs.
Extra sexy with the nice seams running down the backs of my long legs.
From my closet came a leather mini that was so short that the tops of my nylons nearly showed.
The last thing I grabbed was a vermilion silk blouse that highlighted my naturally red hair perfectly.
The snug silk also clung very nicely to my unhaltered breasts.
Letting my nipples show as they tried to poke their way out.
By the time I parked my car in front of Donner's house, my cat was all but dripping with excitement!
This wouldn't be the first time that I had bedded down someone over the course of a job, but you couldn't tell my pussy that.
Now don't get me wrong. It's not like I'm a slut, hopping from bed to bed.
In my private life I'm very picky about who I hop in the sack with. There's just some extra jolt that goes along with doing it on the job.
It's like a game…
Or being an actress…
It's a sexy role I get to play, where I'm not really me.
It's someone else. A different personality, only my body happens to be there. And this time I knew it was going to be something really different.
Something that might take hours…
And my puss was getting ready. Wanting to be used for such a long time!
Just as with the girl from the night before, I didn't pull my car into the driveway. Of course I didn't have the luxury of having a chauffeur like she did, but then no one other than me would ever know that.
Locking my car, I made my way up to Donner's front door, my high heels clicking as if to announce my arrival.
I must have been expected, for the door opened within ten seconds of my ringing the buzzer.
"I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to…" Donner stood in the doorway.
Frozen!
He had been about to lay into me about being late, but suddenly changed his mind.
He just stood there… staring at me!
"I'm sorry. There was some mixup at the Agency, but I got here as soon as I could," I lied. Doing my best to no look as nervous as I really felt.
"The Agency," he muttered. Donner's eyes narrowed slightly, and then it was as if he all at once pulled himself back together. "Yes, yes. Of course. Come in."
He stepped far enough to one side that I could squeeze in between him and the open door. Even as I passed him I could feel his gaze on my body.
Not all of his gaze was centered on my figure.
For some reason I got the impression he had been expecting someone else.
It had never occurred to me that he might have a regular girl that came!
If so, he would probably be wondering what the hell I was doing there.
"Listen, I know there was some confusion at the Agency, so if I'm not…"
Donner was still looking at me. I could feel his eyes moving over me.
Touching me just as surely as if he were using his hands to caress my body.
"No that's quite all right. Another thought had taken my mind for a moment, that's all. But if the Agency sent you, then you know all about what I want."
It wasn't a question. Just a hard statement of fact.
One I could only respond yes or no to.
Either stay or head for the door right now.
And once I committed, that would be it. No turning back.
I nodded my head.
"Of course. Ready when you are."
But was I? Just like the rest of this case, I didn't have a clue as to what was going on. What was it he wanted of me? What was I letting myself in for?
I was nearly trembling from the anticipation. Wishing like hell that he'd make the first move.
The strange smile Donner was giving me didn't do much to help my nervousness.
That combination of a leer and the eager smile of child wanting to get at a new toy.
"We'll just see about that," he said. Smiling. All of it as if we were sharing some little secret.
"Let's start off by seeing what you really have. Display yourself to me!"
I'd never heard it put quite like that before, but from the way his gaze had dropped I figured he wanted to see more of my legs.
And the rest of me as well.
I smiled at my audience of one as I reached for the bottom hem of my mini. Slowly twisting at the hip to show one leg then the other.
Making a show of it as I pulled my skirt up.
"Hold still! I never told you to move!" he shouted.
So much for trying to be sexy, I thought. He doesn't want a show, just to get right to the meat of the issue.
My meat!
But at least he was still looking.
Boy was he ever.
I thought he was about to hurt himself by the time my skirt was pulled up to reveal my panties.
Red fluffs of hair poking out from around the sides of tiny scrap of lace.
"What the hell is that? I thought you said you knew why I sent for you?"
"I… I…" but I didn't have the faintest idea what had upset Donner, let alone being able to work up a bluff to get me out of it.
"You'll find what you need in there," he shouted, pointing toward a closed doorway. "Or else get the hell out and stop wasting my time!"