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Lady Noir
by Eager To Please (eager21m84@yahoo.com)
***
A sort of story noir about a private detective and the
unusual request a client has one evening. (MF, rom)
***
It was raining. It was a dark night, and it was
raining. I was sitting in my office leaning back in my
sub-par chair, although not leaning too much for fear
of falling backwards, as had often happened in the
past. Looking back, it is a miracle that I managed to
stay in my chair, or even in consciousness, when she
walked in.
It'd been a slow day, well who am I kidding, it'd been
a slow year. With all the electronic tracks people
leave nowadays, it doesn't take much to figure out
where your significant other has been; so most people
have no use for an old fashioned private eye. Despite
that, I loved my job. I enjoyed doing all the small
tasks, logging where people go, what they do, just
generally watching them. Is it obvious I'm a voyeur at
heart?
I digress (yes I said it, I'm allowed to no matter how
cliché it is). I'd been simply sitting all day, going
over some older cases, thinking about possible career
changes when the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen
(and I've seen plenty) opened the door and leveled a
look at me that could've made Frank Sinatra weak at the
knees. It simultaneously said "I am the woman, you are
the man, you will do whatever I say and you will love
it." She just simply stood there and I sat, dumbfounded
with who knows what sort of look on my face.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" A sly smile crept
across her blood red lips, which parted barely to
reveal a hint of white perfect teeth. I don't know how
I didn't stutter or stumble over my words, somehow, I
played it cool.
"I would've if you had knocked, but seeing as how you
failed to do that, I figured niceties no longer
applied, but if you want to bring them back..." She
reached up with her slender, almost pale, fingers and
rapped a knuckle once against the glass bearing my
name. I flashed a grin and managed to say, "Come in,"
in the most convincing baritone I could muster.
Her hips swayed seductively as she somehow glided into
the room and reached her hand across my desk, knowingly
leaning to reveal the top of her luscious chest.
"Miranda Shaine, Mrs." My heart nearly exploded out of
my chest as I rocked forward, barely hearing my feet
slam onto the hardwood floor underneath, and reached my
hand forward (in my mind it happened in slow motion).
I'll never forget as our fingers brushed past each
other and our palms met and I gripped hers, not hard
but firm (as if somehow letting her know I was a man).
Electricity. "Maximilian Valentine." I could see the
corners of her mouth start to move, but to her credit
she managed to stifle the giggle, most people didn't.
"I know, I know, its an... unusual name to say the
least. Although you must admit it does add a certain je
ne sais quoi to me. Well Mrs. Shaine, please have a
seat and tell me what I can do for you."
Her body's curves became even more accentuated as she
fluidly sat in a chair directly opposite of mine. I
regretted that I couldn't see her sexy legs from behind
the desk, but it was probably for the best as I
wouldn't have focused on her words had I been able to
see those wonderful modes of movement and imagine what
they led to.
Our eyes locked, hers a deep green and mine a sharper
brighter blue, thank my mother for that. It took all my
willpower to not jump up, clear off my desk, and pull
her onto it and give into my animalistic urges. I
listened to her, barely, as I carefully studied every
inch of her that I could still see. I started at the
top, and what a place to start.
Her hair was a fire; the little light in the room was
taken up by her hair and reflected back what seemed
tenfold. It was almost orange in its hue. Her skin was
the most fair I have ever seen and reflected back as
much light as her hair, but instead of seeming
unhealthy as with most pale people, it was majestic,
hearkening back to an ideal of beauty that hasn't been
seen in hundreds of years.
Her eyes, as I said, were green, deep green. The only
thing I can compare them to is that first part of the
ocean where you can still stand on sand. If you look at
it from far above, it seems green, but her eyes were
even more compelling than a mere view. Her lips, blood
red. I still couldn't tell if it was lipstick or if she
was a rare breed of a woman indeed, but I prayed it was
the second.
Her neck began the story of the rest of her body; it
was slender but not skinny with a nape that I would
give my life to feel against my tongue. Her upper chest
looked smoother than silk and it came to a v, her skin
contrasted against her black dress so perfectly it was
almost criminal. Her arms looked strong, but not
muscular.
Her smell was... heavenly, I wish I could describe it
better. It had a faint hint of perfume, probably put on
earlier in the evening and now mostly worn off, but it
was the underlying scent that peaked my interest. Her
natural odor was soft and womanly in every sense of the
word.
"So then Mr. Valentine, you'll find out for me?" I
snapped back to reality. "Well I'll see what I can do.
It sounds to me like you're already fairly certain your
husband is having an affair, you just want me to find
out with who and get you some proof, sound about
right?"
"That's not exactly what I was wanting, no." The tone
of her voice had changed, although I couldn't tell you
exactly how. It seemed, more sinister, dangerous, sexy.
"I'm not sure what you want from me then."
Her eyes narrowed a bit and her mouth opened so slowly
to speak her next few words. It was like she was
casting some sort of ancient spell on me. "I want you
to find out who my husband is sleeping with and I want
them both to regret it."
She couldn't be implying what I thought she was. I've
had some odd requests but no one has ever asked me to
kill some one before. "Look, Mrs. Shaine, I can follow
him, take some pictures, get you all the information
you need on his indiscretion but I can't do anything
else. Anything you do afterwards is entirely up to you
and none of my business however."
Her eyes widened, more than usual, and she put on the
best puppy look anyone could ever give. "I'll pay you
handsomely. If he dies I inherit everything. He's very
wealthy... name your price Mr. Valentine." Oh the
thoughts that ran through my mind at that statement.
Who knows how many men's fantasies have began with the
whole "I'll do anything," line. "Mrs. Shaine, its not a
matter of money. I just couldn't kill some one. I've
only even shot my gun at another person once, and that
was in self defense."
She stood, slowly, letting her dress cling to her
thighs before gently caressing downwards over her legs
to her knees. "Then I suppose I'll be on my way, I
apologize for taking up so much of your valuable time."
Those last two words stung a bit, I'll admit. Her heels
made the most piercing of sounds as she made her way
over to the door, but she stopped short of stepping
out. I thought perhaps to see if I would give in and
call out the obligatory "Wait."
She surprised me though. She shut the door, sensually
(if that's even possible). Her dress moved beautifully
as she swung around and moved back towards my desk.
"Mr. Valentine," I was more than intrigued at this
point and responded quickly before she could finish,
"Please, at this point, call me Max."
Her smile crept across her face again, she knew she was
closer to having her way and it obviously excited her.
"Fine then, Max. You said it's not about money. I don't
have to pay you in money. I have, other ways of making
it worth your while." The way she said those words
"making it worth your while"... each one accented with
a flood of sensuality and pure sex, made my blood flow.
She had me.
Once she knew she had me, she moved fast. Her hands
slipped up to her dress straps and curled them off her
shoulders, letting the fabric flow over her breasts and
off them to the floor. Her breasts were smaller than
most, nothing more than a handful, but they were round
and had that certain quality to them that most women
would kill for. They flowed off her chest and seemed to
be the only way the contour could have gone, in a word
they were perfect.
Her nipples were rapidly hardening, whether from the
temperature or the sheer tension, I don't know. They
were a fresh pink color and very small. My eyes
followed the dress down, over her stomach, not flat but
rounded ever so slightly so as to ensure she was indeed
a woman and not a mere girl. Her hips were so round and
full, but not large by any means. They were made for
bearing children and the fact that she put more weight
on her left side only accentuated the curves of her
body.
Her cream colored thighs begged to stroked and tasted.
Of course her teasing wasn't finished. She stepped out
of her dress and slid the heels off her slender feet,
standing before me in a small pair of black panties,
possibly a thong; I didn't really care at that point.
She leaned over the desk and reached out to take hold
of my shirt and pulled me forward to her lips. They
were sweet; she'd had wine earlier.
Our lips explored each other's and soon our tongues
ventured out of our mouths and experienced oral
ecstasy. As she broke the kiss she gently bit my lower
lip and pulled it with her for a brief second before
standing back and slowly removing her remaining item of
clothing. I watched them fall and her step out of them
before I dared to look back up at what little part of
her I hadn't yet seen. My breathing and heart stopped
for a moment as I saw what rested between her legs. A
glorious patch of red hair, matching the color that was
above her piercing eyes, was calling for me.
I quickly removed my clothes, possibly in record time,
and I cleared off my desk in the most dramatic way,
scattering everything on it to the floor. I took her
hand and helped her onto the desk, she laid lengthwise
on it and I moved to her feet and began kissing the
tops of them. I moved from them to her ankles and
slowly started kissing up the inside of her legs,
alternating between legs and between kissing, licking,
and gently biting.
As I made my way up I could smell what my prize would
be. Every woman has their own scent and hers put all
others to shame. It made me salivate, it made the blood
to my groin flow even more heavily, ensuring I would be
ready for her by the time I'd made my way up
completely. It made me want to whatever she wanted me
to. I soon found myself inches away from her most
treasured spot. I kissed gently around the lips,
getting fleeting tastes of her. Her breathing quickened
and she began to let out soft moans.
I let my tongue run along the length of her, tasting
her. I soon began to move my tongue in and out of her,
wrapping my mouth around the entirety of the outside of
her delicious mound. I sucked gently as I forcefully
made love to her with my tongue. Her moaning became
more frequent and I can only assume she experienced
several surges of pleasure before I curled the end of
my tongue upwards, feeling the change in texture that
told me I had found the magical spot inside a woman
most men neglect out of ignorance.
As I pushed against her, her moaning stopped, as did
her breathing, for a moment before she resumed, full
force, and her moaning came to a crescendo and her
hands ran through my hair, pulling me even closer to
her. Her stomach moved in and out, involuntarily,
giving away her abandonment to control. I had her now.
I pulled my tongue away from her and licked upwards,
through her hair, loving the feel of it against my
tongue. I licked further upwards, stopping at small
increments to twist it and kiss down with a slight
sucking up before continuing. As I did so, I climbed
onto the desk and eventually was between her breasts. I
considered spending as long on them as I had on her
more tasteful parts, but thought better of it.
I kissed each nipple, and slightly bit each one,
enjoying the gasp each elicited. I ran my tongue up her
chest to the nape of her neck, lingering there for a
few seconds, enjoying the feel of it and of her bare
skin against mine. I lowered myself onto her. Licking
where her neck and shoulder met, massaging it with my
tongue, biting it softly and moving my tongue up to her
ear as I let her feel my length pressing between us. I
rose my head up to look at her eyes. They looked up at
me, almost pleading and I stopped for a moment.
"Tell me you want me. Beg me." She looked almost
dejected for a moment before the façade fell away and
she moved her head upwards slightly, licking my lips
before replying, "Please, I need to feel you in me. I
want you."
That was all I needed. I leaned down and kissed her,
timing my tongue entering her mouth (her taste still on
it) with the entering of something much harder and
firmer than a tongue. I pressed forward, feeling slight
resistance, the friction feeling amazing, until I was
completely inside her. I paused for a moment, enjoying
the sensations of her gripping me externally and
internally.
Her hands, reaching around my back, scratched their way
down to my thighs and back up, surely leaving some
marks. I took this as insistence to stop teasing her
and to begin the end, so to speak. I started moving and
out of her, slow long strokes, loving her and the
feeling.
I kept my eyes locked on hers and with each thrust
marveled and how incredibly sexy she looked either
staring back at me, or looking even further upwards in
pure ecstasy. Her movements downward with each upward
motion of my own told me to do it more forcefully, and
so I did. The feeling, though not much different in
some senses, was multiplied in pleasure, not only in a
purely physical way, but in part due to her moans,
timed perfectly with each thrust, and with the noises
such actions create on their own.
I quickened the pace, shortening the thrusts but
increasing the force with each one. Her nails dug in
even deeper, drawing blood as she reached the peak of
the evening, and I wasn't far behind her. With one last
hard push I collapsed onto her, panting heavily as she
was. I gently licked her behind her ear and down her
neck and back up to the lips, kissing her there. I
whispered as I began to push off of her, "You are my
goddess Miranda."
I meant it too. I didn't know if we'd have anymore
times like what we'd just had. I prayed we did. I began
to put my clothes back on, much like a man suits up for
battle. After I was completely dressed I unlocked the
bottom desk drawer and pulled out my gun and holster
and strapped it on. I double checked, it was loaded.
I looked at her on my way out, still laying on the desk
breathing heavily, smiling. I asked her where he could
be found, and she told me. No doubt I'd follow him
tonight and take care of her problem sooner than
expected. Before I left, I looked back over my
shoulder, "I'll be back love. Even if you only did this
so I'd do what I'm about to, please stay, just until I
return."
Her eyes flashed. Her smile was all she wore as she
said, "A goddess never leaves her disciples. I'll be
here Valentine... Max. Hurry back."
And I did.
END
This is my first work I've ever put online. I'd
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criticism. If you want to send me something, you can at
eager21m84@yahoo.com Thanks for reading, hope you
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