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Authors name: Bettyboop (bettyboop1772@hotmail.com)
Story title : Robin Hoode P.I.

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Robin Hoode P.I.
By Bettyboop (bettyboop1772@hotmail.com)

***

My name is Robin Hoode. Yeah, I know, but what can I 
tell you? My old lady must have got laid in Sherwood 
Forest or something, wherever in the fuck Sherwood 
Forest is. England I think. Don’t laugh! It could have 
happened! I’m a PI, licensed in the state of Indiana. 
Indianapolis, Indiana. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it? 
Yeah, just about as exciting as a used Tampax! (FFM, 
bi, oral, orgy)

***

It was raining like hell that late Tuesday afternoon. 
After I locked up my rat hole of an office, I slid into 
my dented Camaro and pulled out into the traffic. As 
usual, my fucking wipers were wigging out on me again 
so I had to try to look between the raindrops to even 
drive. I pulled to the curb in front of the first bar I 
came to, deciding to wait the rain out with a cool 
drink in my hand. 

The bar was one of those neighborhood joints that are 
scattered around town. You know the ones I mean…a 
jukebox and a pool table. They should have named this 
one No Cheers after that dipshit TV show. There was an 
old geezer sitting at the end of the bar nursing a 
beer, his bleary eyes focusing on my legs as I slid 
onto the barstool. I know better than to wear a short 
skirt like I had on, but it helps to flash some leg 
when the prospective customer is male. Sometimes even 
women… I’m an equal opportunity flasher. 

The female bartender glided to a stop in front of me. 
She had bleached her hair so fucking many times it was 
some indiscriminate shade between red and blonde, and 
she had as much make-up painted on her face as that 
preacher’s wife used to wear. Tammy Faye or whatever 
the fuck her name was. 

It only took me a second to check out her hair, but a 
little longer for me to check out her tits! She was 
wearing a push-up bra of some kind because those 
puppies were trying to climb out of her pretty pink 
blouse. I would have bet the farm this bitch made a lot 
of tips just for letting the customers ogle her 
knockers.

"Hi," she said now, her eyes boring into mine. "What
can I get you." 

I stared right back at her, then slowly and 
deliberately scraped my tongue across my lips. It had 
been a long time since I had cuddled up to some soft 
marshmallow piece of fluff. I wondered if besides being 
a bartender she might have an after hours gig as well. 
"A Coors light," I smiled at her. "And anything else 
you might have to offer."

Her brown eyes turned suspicious. "You a cop?"

"Nah," I shook my head. "Well…sort of. I’m a PI." I 
figured I might need information from her sometime. You 
never know. "But I’m on my own time now," I added with 
what I hoped was a sexy smile.

She turned her head to glance at the far end of the bar 
where a balding man was washing glasses at the bar 
sink. Reaching into the cooler, she brought up a bottle 
of Coors and set it on the bar in front of me. "I don’t 
usually make it with women. Especially not with the 
bowwows that come in here. For you I might make an 
exception. Which way do you swing? You do or get done?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Whatever!"

"Thirty if I do you…twenty if you do me." She leaned 
her elbows on the bar and smiled at me. "I’m clean," 
she said. "Shaved too."

A shaved pussy! Sold! "When and where, brown eyes?"

She glanced at her wrist. "I can take a thirty minute 
break right now. My apartment is just upstairs."

How fucking convenient, I thought to myself. I’d bet 
that this bitch did a lot of after hours business 
upstairs! I took a swallow of beer, then smiled at her. 
"I think I’ll go for the thirty dollar special. You do 
me!"

"The stairway is in the back," she said. "Just give me 
five minutes then go around the building and come on 
up."

Without waiting for an answer, she turned on her heels 
and moved to the end of the bar to say something into 
the other bartender’s ear. Then with one more glance 
over her shoulder my way, she went into the back. I 
took my time finishing my beer, then slid off the 
barstool. The white haired asshole at the end of the 
bar was still looking at me, so as I slid off the stool 
I spread my knees wide apart to give him a look up 
under my skirt. All he could see was my panties but he 
was choking on his beer as I slid out the door and into 
the rain.

 *

By the time I had went around the building to the back 
I was soaking wet, my blouse plastered on me like a 
second skin. I pushed the wooden door open and squished 
my way wetly up the stairs to the top where she was 
waiting. "In here," she said, pushing a door open. "I’m 
sorry you got wet!" I stepped into the room, looking 
quickly behind the door. Force of habit I guess. I just 
don’t like surprises.

It was really little more than a bedroom with a tiny 
kitchen at the far end. But everything was clean and 
the bed looked freshly made up. She locked the door and 
looked at me expectantly. Understanding where she was 
coming from, I dug my wallet out of my purse and fished 
out a twenty and a ten and handed it to her. She 
pocketed the money in her jeans, then smiled at me as 
she began to unfasten them.

"Are you going to take your clothes off?"

I mentally shrugged my shoulders and pulled my still 
wet blouse up and over my head, hooking it over the 
bedpost. By the time I had stripped off my bra, she was 
already naked. When I looked down at her shaved pussy 
my stomach turned a somersault. The word is that whores 
don’t kiss, but when I yanked her into my arms and 
planted one on her she sure as hell didn’t try to stop 
me. She just rammed her tongue into my mouth and belly 
fucked me right there by the bed.

I guess I must have forgot that I was the "doee" and 
not the "doer" because I just pushed her down on the 
bed and I kneeled down on the carpeted floor between 
her legs. She made a little squeal as I pressed my face 
into her crotch, then hooked her legs over my shoulders 
when I started licking that gorgeous pussy. Using my 
fingers, I pulled her cunt lips apart and jammed my 
tongue as deep inside her snatch as I could get it. 
Then I sucked her clit between my lips and started 
swirling my tongue like I enjoy having someone do me. I 
slid one hand under her cheeks and my middle finger 
slipped into her asshole. 

I could hear her start to moan softly above my head as 
I finger fucked her ass and tried to suck her insides 
out. It was only a minute before she arched her back 
and started coming, a squirt of piss hitting my tongue. 
The bitch could have told me she was a squirter, but it 
wasn’t all that bad. I licked her a minute longer, then 
I rose shakily to my feet to stand beside the bed 
looking down at her. She was just starting to get her 
breath back and she looked up at me with those baby 
brown eyes. 

"Do you ever arrest people?" she asked out of nowhere.

"In a way," I nodded. "Bail jumpers and people like 
that. Why?"

"She actually blushed a little. "Do you ever have to 
get rough with them? The people you arrest I mean?"

"Once in a while," I nodded. I was beginning to get her 
drift. "Sometimes I have to slap them around and make 
them behave."

"Really? I guess I didn’t behave a few minutes ago…you 
know…when I peed in your mouth? I’m sorry! Maybe you 
should punish me?"

"Do you think I should punish you?"

"Uh-hunh." 

I leaned down and slapped her on the side of her face. 
Hard! She grunted and slid a hand in between her legs. 
I slapped her again and she started fingering herself. 
I climbed onto the bed and straddled her head and 
smashed my cunt down onto her face. I started smacking 
her on her tits and sides like I was riding a fucking 
horse in the rodeo and she was licking my pussy like 
there was no tomorrow and then I was coming in wave 
after wave of sensations… 

It had stopped raining when I got downstairs again into 
the Camaro. The bitch had kissed me again and almost 
begged me to take my money back, but I made her keep 
it. She had earned it. I wondered how she was going to 
explain the redness on her cheeks when she went back 
downstairs. Shit…they were probably used to it. I was 
pretty fucking sure I wasn’t the first one she had 
asked to rough her up a little. I drove to my crummy 
apartment and fell into bed.

 *

The guy bounced into my office two days later. 
Thursday, the 17th. He introduced himself as Roger 
Carlton, then sat down on the other side of my desk 
facing me. Somewhere past forty, he wasn’t all that bad 
looking. Slightly balding, the beginnings of a gut, he 
smiled nervously at me across the desk. I got up and 
circled the desk to sit on the edge of it, crossing my 
legs to make him relax.

"I think my wife is cheating on me with another man," 
he said, reluctantly moving his eyes away from my legs. 
"She hasn’t been home from work until late several 
times in the last two or three weeks. I want you to 
find out for me! Her name is Catherine. Cathy is her 
nickname!"

"My rate is Forty an hour plus expenses," I said, 
judging he could afford it with the suit he had on. 
"I’ll need a two hundred dollar retainer." He pulled 
his checkbook out and quickly filled out the check. I 
dropped it casually behind me on the desk. "So tell me 
about your wife. Did you bring a photo?"

"Yes," he nodded, digging into his inside pocket. "Here 
it is."

She was younger than he was. A lot younger from the 
look of the photo. Brunette and pretty, a real 
knockout! I figured this dude was already in trouble. 
"Where does she work?" I asked. "And what are her 
hours?"

"She’s a receptionist at a dental office. Doctor Harold 
Stern on North Meridian. She’s supposed to get off at 
five o’clock, but sometimes she doesn’t get home until 
after ten. Say’s she had to work late and then stopped 
for a drink."

"Did she ever tell you where she stops for that drink?"

"Yeah. The Purple Tree Lounge there at 16th and 
Meridian."

"I know the place," I nodded. "It might take me two or 
three days before I’ll be able to tell you anything. It 
all depends on your wife. I’ll see where she goes after 
work."

I slid off of the desk to my feet, his eyes on my legs 
again. "Give me an address and a phone number where I 
can reach you."

He reached in his pocket again and handed me a business 
card. It read: 
 Roger Carlton
 Investments
 403 71st Street Broadripple, Indiana
 555-7474

We shook hands and he was gone.

 *

At least it wasn’t raining, but it was boring sitting 
in the Camaro across the street from the dental office 
from 3:30 on. She came out at exactly six minutes after 
five. And I was right. She was a knockout. I watched 
the wiggle of her ass as she walked to a late model 
Mercedes. Yeah…there was money floating around in that 
family. I waited until she turned south on Meridian 
then fell in about a block behind her. She drove 
straight to the Purple Tree Lounge and I felt like 
yipping with delight. This one might be easy.

I waited until she went inside the combination Motel 
and Lounge, then parked my car in a no parking zone and 
hung my PI card in the window. Sometimes it works, 
sometimes it doesn’t. All you can do is roll the 
fucking dice and hope. I crossed the street and went 
into the entrance of the Motel. The lounge was on the 
right and it was so dimly lit that I stood just inside 
the door until my eyes adjusted. I saw the mark sitting 
at a table by herself. Crossing the room, I slid onto 
the stool and ordered a Coors from the young, pony-
tailed hunk behind the bar. 

Where I was sitting gave me a good vantagepoint to keep 
an eye on her. She was drinking something in a tall 
glass and seemed entirely unconcerned about anything. I 
motioned the young dude behind the bar to come nearer. 
"Excuse me, honey," I smiled my "get in my panties" 
smile at him. "That woman sitting over there? I think I 
might know her but can’t remember her name. Do you 
happen to know who she is?" 

"Yeah. Her name is Cathy. She comes in once or twice a 
week and sits by herself and has three or four drinks. 
Nice lady. She never lets any of the guys that come in 
buy her a drink or anything. A lot of them try too. She 
just sits there by herself and then leaves about nine 
thirty or so."

"Thanks," I said, pushing a five spot across the bar, 
which quickly disappeared into his shirt pocket. I 
looked at the mark again. This was getting "curiouser 
and curiouser" as the saying goes. If she isn’t playing 
around on her husband with another guy, what the fuck 
IS she doing? She doesn’t drink that much to be a lush.
There had to be something going on, but what? 
Well…there was one way to find out. I grabbed my beer 
and walked over to her table.

"Excuse me," I said. "May I join you for just a few 
minutes?"

She looked up at me, startled. "I..I suppose so...
but..."

"It’s okay," I said quickly. "You and I need to chat 
just a little bit." I sat down across from her. "What 
I’m doing is a little unethical I think, but what the 
hell. I’m a private investigator. Your husband hired 
me. He thinks you’re running around on him!"

"What?!?" she exclaimed, her beautiful eyes widening in 
honest surprise. "Running around on him? That’s 
ridiculous! Why would he think that, for goodness 
sake?"

"Oh…I don’t know," I responded, unable to keep the 
sarcasm from my tone of voice. "Do you think maybe it 
could be because when you get off work you come here to 
this bar until ten or so?"

"But…but my husband knows I’m here," she said. "I tell 
him I come here several times a week. I always hope he 
will show up so we could…sort of…just play around a 
little bit. You know…pretend and stuff?"

It all jelled together in a heartbeat! She was just 
trying to spice up their sex life and her dumbass of a 
husband couldn’t even see it! What a prick! I had to 
laugh. "I’m sorry…may I call you Catherine? I’m sorry, I 
guess you need to hit your old man with a sledgehammer 
or something! My name is Robin... Robin Hoode."

She giggled. "Robin Hoode? You gotta be kidding!"

"Nope," I grinned. "It’s for real. Haven’t you ever 
talked to your husband about spicing up your sex 
lives?"

"Of course," she shrugged. Then she blushed a deep 
shade of red. I could even see the blush as dark as it 
was in the bar. "But he only said he’d like to see 
me…with another woman." She averted her eyes from mine 
in embarrassment.

‘This can’t be fucking real,’ I thought to myself. ‘No 
way I can get two women in the same week. Especially 
not one that looks like she just stepped out of the 
pages of Glamour Magazine.’ I took a sip of my beer. 
"So why don’t you just give your husband what he wants, 
then maybe he’ll give you what you want."

"You mean I should be with another woman? I couldn’t do 
that! I mean...even if I wanted to... I don’t know any 
women who I could, you know."

"Sure you do," I said softly, looking directly into her 
eyes as I spoke. "You know me!"

"You?" She cleared her throat nervously. "You’re gay?"

"I’m beginning to get that feeling," I smiled at her. 
"I’d much rather think I’m more a bi-sexual though. I 
mean I still dig men!"

"You’re very pretty," she said. She glanced quickly 
about to make certain no one was within earshot. "I 
have fantasized about it at times. Being with another 
woman I mean." Her voice was so low I could barely hear 
her.

I smiled at her. "This is a Motel. We could get a room 
if you like. Then you could call your husband and 
invite him over after explaining to him what was up!"

"I wouldn’t want the bartender to know that we were 
leaving together," she said. "I’d be embarrassed."

That was as good as a yes. "I’ll go back to the bar," I 
said. "You go out to the front and get a room. Get a 
room on the third floor and I’ll meet you at the third 
floor elevator in twenty minutes."

She chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip for a long 
moment, then simply nodded her head. I made a big thing 
out of telling her bye and returned to my stool at the 
bar and ordered another beer. She waited about five 
minutes then picked up her purse and left, not even 
glancing at me on her way out. It occurred to me that 
she might just keep walking out to her Mercedes but I’d 
just have to wait and see. Then the bartender said 
something to me and I looked at him. 

"What did you say?" I asked him. "I didn’t hear you!"

"I said she’s beautiful," he grinned at me. "Have fun!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I growled at 
him.

"C’mon baby," he smiled. "I’ve been a bartender for a 
long time. That last beer is on the house!" I just sat 
there and shook my head. Fucking bartenders. You don’t 
get much past the good ones. I pushed another fin 
across the bar to him and got off the stool and left. 

The elevator was empty when I got on and pushed three. 
In spite of myself, I could feel a little flutter in 
the pit of my stomach. I was gonna be one disappointed 
bitch if she wasn’t waiting for me. But she was there, 
in the hall waiting for me. I followed her into room 
304 and made sure she locked the door. It was a typical 
motel room, bed, small table, nightstand and telephone. 
She stood in the middle of the room looking at me.

"Should I call my husband now?"

"Yeah," I said. "But lay down here on the bed before 
you call him. When he’s on the phone, don’t tell him 
who I am…just tell him that you’re in the motel room 
with another woman, than tell him exactly what is 
happening…step by step, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed, then lay down on the bed still 
fully clothed and picked up the phone. I sat down on 
the edge of the bed beside her. I nodded my head and 
she reached over and picked up the phone and punched in 
the number. Her voice shook just a little bit when she 
spoke into the phone.

"Roger? It’s me. I don’t want you to say anything…I 
just want you to listen, okay? I’m in a motel room with 
a woman. Right now she is sitting on the edge of the 
bed beside me and now she…she is unbuttoning the front 
of my blouse. What do you mean you don’t believe me? 
Here…I’ll prove it." She shoved the phone at me.

I knew he wouldn’t recognize my voice. "Hi…I’m here 
with your wife." Then I finished unbuttoning the blouse 
and pulling it off of her shoulders. 

"Are you satisfied now? Okay, she just took my blouse 
off and now she’s undoing my skirt. Now it’s off and 
I’m just in my panties and bra. No…the blue ones with 
all the lace…she’s…she’s kissing me on the stomach now, 
yes... it feels nice, no, my bra is still on…yes…my 
nipples are hard... you know... how you call them 
little erections, yes, she’s making me hot... Do you want 
to come join us? Yes! she says it would be okay if you 
did, yes... the Purple Tree Motel, room 304, no... 
she’s just kissing me on the outside of my panties…no…I 
didn’t wear pantyhose today, okay... I’ll leave the 
door unlocked. Just come on in, remember... room 304. 
Bye."

I raised my face from her panty-covered crotch and 
smiled at her. "He’ll be sporting a hard-on all the way 
here! You wanna just wait for him…or maybe get a little 
practice in before he gets here?"

"You’d better unlock the door for him. Are you going to 
let him…do it…to you?"

I got up and unlocked the door. Then I moved to sit on 
the edge of the bed again. "Do "it" to me? What the 
fuck are you…in high school? Do you mean am I gonna let 
your old man fuck me? That’s up to you, sweetness!"

"I’ve never heard a woman talk dirty. It’s sexy."

"Is it? Why don’t we pull these panties down so I can 
get a look at your pussy?"

She didn’t resist when I hooked my fingers into the 
elastic waistband and skimmed the panties down her 
legs. Her beaver was trimmed and looking very fucking 
edible and I could actually see her stomach roll with 
excitement when I bent down and pretended her cunt was 
an ice cream cone. She squirmed her crotch against my 
face as I began eating her in earnest, tongue fucking 
her like crazy! I was so into eating her pussy that I 
didn’t even hear the door open behind me.

"I see you two started without me."

I raised my face from her crotch and twisted my head 
around to look at him. "Hi."

"Hello. Miss Hoode," he smiled, just as if it were the 
most natural thing in the world to find me eating out 
his wife’s cunt. "Nice to see you again. But tell 
me…why are you still dressed?"

I laughed and shrugged my shoulders, then stood up and 
began removing my clothes. As he stepped out of his 
silk boxer shorts, his dick was standing straight up, 
thick and round as a fucking sausage. Now I knew why 
this pretty bitch stayed with him. Moving towards me, 
he pushed me onto the bed onto my stomach and gently 
pressed the back of my head until my face was buried in 
his wife’s crotch again. As my tongue flicked out, I 
felt the head of his cock probing at my cunt lips, then 
he was inside me and, deep and thick.

"Fuck her, Rog... fuck her hard!"

‘What happened to little Miss Goody two-shoes?’ I 
thought to myself as he began ramming it to me. And 
then I was trying to get my entire head inside her 
pussy and I was coming like I hadn’t come in a long 
time. The next hour went by in a blur of fucking and 
sucking…him on her…her going down on me…me laying on 
top of her with our mouth glued together as he stuffed 
that big schlong into my ass…all our bodies sticky and 
wet from the fluids of one another’s body. It was when 
we were all three sated and sitting together on the bed 
that the pretty bitch dropped the bombshell. 

"I told you so, Roger! I told you it would work!"

"You were right, baby," he grinned. "Miss Hoode…how 
about I give you another two hundred and we call it 
even?"

"Wait a minute," I said. "Back up the fucking sex 
truck! What’s going on here?"

"It’s quite simple," he smiled at me, patting me on the 
knee. My darling wife agreed to have a menage-a-troix 
with another woman, and myself but she absolutely 
refused to engage the services of a prostitute, as it 
were. At her suggestion, I perused the yellow pages of 
the phone book and selected several names of female 
private investigators. Fortunately for us, you were the 
first one I called upon."

"You can imagine my astonishment when I saw how 
attractive you are. Of course neither Cathy nor I could 
be certain you would let yourself be seduced by another 
woman, so we contrived things so that it would be you 
who did the seducing, if you will. I hope you aren’t 
too offended at the ruse, my dear."

I had to laugh. They had baited the hook and reeled me 
in like a fish. "Glad to be of service to you both," I 
grinned. "Don’t hesitate to call me if I can be of any 
further service to either of you." As we all got 
dressed, Catherine managed to get a word in when her 
husband went to the bathroom.

"I’ll call you," she said quickly. "Is that okay?"

I brushed my lips fleetingly against hers. "Any time, 
sweetness, anytime at all."

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