LOGINLucy stared at the detective like she had six heads. ‘No Fucking Way!’ she insisted frankly, too stricken with terror to care about anything except saving her own skin. ‘This isn’t some back alley pimp you’re asking me to set up! She’s a professional killer! If she finds out that I’m even here, then I’ll be found first thing tomorrow morning with a bullet in my head!’‘Okay, okay, I promise you,’ reassured the detective.‘You were never here, we’ve never met before. But please, tell me everything that you know, and I’ll take care of the rest.’Lucy was still terrified. But having spent the last two years together, she knew that Susan cared far too much to let anything happen to her. And so in spite of her better judgement, the hooker decided to tell the detective everything that she knew.Even with Lucy’s help however, it still took three weeks for Phillips to find the murdering bitch in question and even longer for her to find a way in. But from the moment that Lucy had told her ho
The smells of interrogation room always brought such sweet sorrow and thrills. The fluorescent light flickered dimly, leaving the interrogation room so dark that, even if someone had been watching through the two-way mirror, they wouldn’t have been able to see a thing. But as Detective Phillips closed her eyes and slipped her tongue into the bisexual hooker’s sweet, naked pussy, the woman’s groans of ecstasy were more than enough to tell her that she was on the right track.‘Come on now baby.’ She purred enticingly, treating the suspect to yet another sensuous cavity search. ‘Just tell me where you got the money from and I promise that I’ll strip search you again.’The hooker longed to tell her everything. After all, the first time that she’d laid her eyes on Susan Phillips, her pussy hadn’t stopped tingling for days. It had been lust at first sight, and she’d been lusting after her ever since.Lucy might have known that Susan was too damn sexy for her to resist for very long. But
Henry squeezed my thigh harder, fingers trailing up the inside of my bare leg. “How is he in bed?” Morgan asked me. Henry cleared his throat. “Yeah, Sofia, how is he in bed?” He slid his hand up my thigh and under my skirt, gently rubbing my soaked panties. God, Henry really isn’t doing this right now. “He is, uh … he’s good,” I said. Henry drew his fingernail across my underwear, right down my fold, then brushed it against my clit. A wave of heat rushed through my body, and I stammered, “Really good.” Morgan shivered. “Damn. I need a man like that.” Henry hooked a finger inside my underwear and pulled them to the side, beginning to rub small circles around my clit. I took an unsteady breath through my mouth and prayed that I had the strength to stay calm right here and right now.The waiter approached our table again with drinks for the guys. All the girls turned to him, grinning from ear to ear and staring at him in fascination. Henry
He always acted like a sick baby whenever he knew I needed to leave. “When will I see you next?” Henry murmured against my lips, his fingers digging into my waist possessively. My man was a crazy, lovesick baby through and through. "I don't know baby" I pulled back slightly to stare up into his piercing blue eyes, smiled, and pushed a strand of his thick brown hair off his forehead. My stomach filled with butterflies. God, we were so wrong. He was my best friend’s brother, for crying out loud. But I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the way he snuck me into his room the other night, the way his lips felt all over my body, the way his fingers danced along every one of my curves. I fucking loved it more than I ever wanted to admit. “Tomorrow?” I asked. “How about tonight?” I frowned and drew one finger across his bottom lip. “I’m hanging out with Morgan tonight. “I can come with you.” I grimaced. That couldn’t happen, and he knew it. Morgan would freak the fuck out.
Although I could see the screen, hear the brilliant soundtrack, the great music, the witty dialogue, I was also in a parallel universe which consisted of pure physical sensation.As his fingers moved, he could sense my arousal and perfectly judged when and how to step up the action.I trembled as his hand moved slowly, inexorably, up my thighs and under the hem of my flimsy skirt. Then he stopped, as if unsure of whether it was safe to proceed. I was torn between indignation, outrage and excitement. But I was turned on. Big time! Even more than I was in the bedroom of my house if that was even possible. I breathed deeply, audibly and he moved his hand further and higher, until I could feel the tips of his fingers caressing the insides of my thighs; my pussy lips, already moist, tantalisingly close.He found the thin fabric of my lacy thong, pushed it to one side and then I thought I heard him gasp softly as he realized I was shaved, completely.I froze like a rabbit caught in the he
After another deep breath, I put the last full stop on the letter and folded the now filled paper into a crisp rectangle. I dropped the letter into an envelope ready to be posted the next day. I knew he would not get it until a few weeks or months even, but at least he would get it. I dropped my finished work on the table and walked into the shower. The need to touch my self overwhelmed me, but that wasn't what I truly needed now. I needed a man!!! But there was no one in sight, and if I kept sitting I'm my room feeling sorry for myself, there will not be one. I needed a distraction, so I did a quick bath, dressed up and stepped out of the house to go see a movie. Anything, anything was better than the horny damning feelings I was harbouring. I stepped out of the taxi and stood in front of the daunting building of the cinema. It was so large with people filing in and put of it, neome loitering around, but at least there were in pairs. What was I thinking coming here alone? Bu







