Light spring wind whips Chicago’s Fifth Avenue. Nearly loses my Bogart fedora. Bites into Jack’s burger. Ketchup splatters my crisp blouse. Fuck. Pedestrians swarm. Rush to office. Task: sort client files with Karen. My hot assistant. Door clicks shut. Lock snaps. Printer hums low. Mouse clicks echo. Coffee aroma mixes with her sweet perfume. Tension builds. Stacks of papers between us. Eyes lock. Her hand brushes mine. Heat rises. Blouse unbuttons slow. Files scatter. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. Fingers dive under skirt. Wet already. Moans mix with printer drone. Door rattles? No. Adrenaline spikes. Professional facade cracks.
Files fly. Karen on desk. Legs spread. I hike skirt. Tongue laps her clit. She gasps. Coffee scent clings. Perfume overwhelms. Fingers plunge deep. Pussy grips tight. Hips buck. ‘Fuck me harder, boss.’ Dirty whisper. Desk creaks. Climax hits. Juices flood. Quick. Intense. Wipe mouth. Adjust blouse. Back to files. Mask on. Like nothing happened.
The Ambiance
Street accost: tall thin man in black. Father Bozeck. Pastor. ‘Soul-risking job. Adam Street cemetery. Demonic spirit. Gather proof.’ Pays well. Back at desk. Karen chatters psych theories. Night falls. Old Ford to graveyard. Bushes thick. Trees dead. No moon. Flashlight beam dances. Heart pounds. Footsteps crack twigs. Hide behind Williams tomb. Silhouette: tall goth girl. Black dress. Long hair. Sits by dead stump. Unbuttons top. Pale tits glow. Hands knead nipples. Slow. Sensual. Breath hitches. Hand slips under skirt. Fingers circle clit. Sighs echo. My pussy throbs. Unzip pants. Rub clit frantic. Cum hard. Groan escapes.
She bolts. Pants down. Trip. Fuck.
The Explosion
Next day office. Karen excited. ‘I’ll decode her.’ Files rustle. Printer whirs. Coffee brews. Perfume lingers. Night two. Karen grips my arm. Girl returns. Tits out. Fingers in pussy. Halting gasps. Karen sneaks close. Whispers. Then kisses. Tongues duel. Clothes shed. Tits rub. Karen topless. Nipples hard in chill. Pussies grind. I burst out. Cock? No, fingers ready. But she screams. Flees. Karen sprawls. Blame game. Mask slips.
Bozeck storms office. Door slams. ‘Demon whore!’ Prays Latin. Chills.
Final night. Girl masturbates. Pounce. Pin her. Legs wrap me. ‘Fuck me.’ Skirt up. No panties. Wet slit. Strap-on from bag? No, fingers first. Thrust deep. She bucks. Pussy clenches. Then Dob Nooth. Rival PI. ‘Her dad’s client.’ She sucks him. I finger harder. Bozeck appears. ‘Possessed!’ Lifts robe. Hard cock. Plunges in. Fucks her wild. Nooth throat-fucks. She moans. Orgy erupts. I pull back. Cock softens? Pussy spent. Zip up. Leave them. Back to office. Files wait. Door locks. Printer hums. Coffee-perfume haze. Mask perfect. Case closed.