LOGINThe door shut behind him as Travis led the girl in the sexy red dress into a tastily elegant private room above the night club. A luxurious-looking couch faced a huge television screen mounted on the wall opposite the door. Another wall backstopped a fully stocked bar and a tall bistro table with two bar stools. The back wall, if you can call it a wall, was a single giant Plexiglas pane giving a sweeping view of Chicago's downtown. The Loop pulsed like a living creature outside the window.
Travis turned his back to the woman and approached the bar. "Can I offer you a drink?" he called over his shoulder. He eased a bottle of one of his finest Napa wines from the rack and splashed its fruity contents into two small champagne flutes. One glass already contained an inconspicuous pill, colorless and odorless, that quickly dissolved, leaving no trace.
When Travis turned around his eyes widened. Both wine glasses escaped his grasp, shattering on the marble floor at his feet. The woman stared at him with a seductive smile. Her red dress was merely a pile of fabric puddled on the floor around her spiky heels.
Travis beheld the naked body of a classical goddess: proud plump round breasts with small light brown areolas surrounding perfect erect nipples; a flat flawless stomach and shallow navel above pristine trimmed pubic hair with just a thin landing-strip; and a wickedly sexy smile that could sway the minds of kings and courtesans.
"This one will fetch the highest dollar yet," he thought. No reason he couldn't have a little fun beforehand, though.
"I think we'll skip the drinks for now," Travis said, stepping over the mess of glass on the floor. He couldn't care less about cleaning up. The charwomen could tend to that in the morning.
He approached her slowly. She stepped away from her dress and walked to the couch, clicking in her stilettos. He caught up to her, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her toward him.
She aimed her mouth toward his. Their eyes locked onto one another as they leaned forward. Travis' mind was blown by the sensations of this woman's explosive kiss. Never had he felt this much energy, this much arousal, from just a kiss! Then her perfume's scent hit his nose like a late spring breeze, ever so sweet and delicious. He was completely lost in her embrace, her hands on each of his cheeks, exploring his mouth with her agile tongue. He felt a twinge in his groin. His cock strained outward against the fabric of his trousers.
"You're too dressed for this occasion, stud".
Hearing her words for the first time was like listening to the songs of angels. Travis removed his hands from her waist, almost involuntarily, to unwrap his tie and unbutton his shirt. For a wealthy business man, he had quite the well-kept body. His chest was slightly hairy but quite muscular, his beefy pecs matched with impressive toned abs. He made quick work of his garments. He finally undid his belt. His trousers fell easily to his ankles.
"Still too dressed."
Travis slid down his black boxer briefs, stepping out of them along with the wadded puddle of his trousers. Only thin dark socks remained on his body.
"Close enough."
She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to her mouth once more. Her other hand found his fully erect cock pointing directly at her. Travis felt her hand glide up and down his shaft like silk sheets blowing in the wind while her tongue danced an inviting ballet in his mouth.
His senses were completely overwhelmed. Her beauty: flawless. Her voice: mesmerizing. Her smell: intoxicating. Her taste: delicious. Her touch: absolutely orgasmic.
Travis' knees began to buckle from the pleasure of this woman's skillful pumping of his cock. She pushed him down on the couch before he had the chance to fall over.
The woman gracefully squatted to the floor. She perched before him and admired his stiff cock sticking straight up in the air. Grabbing the base of his shaft in one hand, she pointed him towards her lips. The nerve endings in the head of Travis' penis responded like electric shocks as she kissed and licked from tip to shaft to base. Then with a sexy grin, she took him into her mouth.
All of him.
Mesmerized by her ability to take his full length into her mouth, Travis let out a sigh of complete contentment. His balls began to swell as she worked her mouth up and down his cock with rapid yet smooth momentum. She suddenly stopped, his cock wedged down the back of her throat, and licked the underside of his balls.
How did she know he liked that so much?
Oh God! Too much!
Travis' orgasm came rushing through his entire body. Moaning aloud, he shot stream after stream of hot sticky cum deep into the sexy goddess' mouth. She didn't even flinch as his seed trickled down her thirsty throat.
"Mmm, salty."
She stood and sta
red down at him.
"I hope you have more for me."
Cole came home after sunset to his empty apartment. He hung his trench coat on the hook on the kitchen door. The kitchen lay in shadow; only a small bulb above the sink provided light. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of beer. Maybe he could relax.He had just popped the cap and taken a swig when he noticed the unusual chill in his apartment. This wasn't the first time he had thought to call the landlord to fix the heater, but the temperature outside wasn't all that cold before he came in.Cole stepped toward the thermostat, and then stopped suddenly. A foreign scent tickled his nostrils. He recognized that smell, but it shouldn't be in his apartment - a mix of lavender, cherry blossom, and cotton candy. It was the same odor in the room where he found Travis' body. Cole's mind stirred uneasily.He looked around his untidy quarters. Case files and evidence photos lay messily on every available surface. Nothing seemed out of place or missing. The windows appeared to be sh
Cole saw the woman he was looking for, with huge bat like wings sticking out from her back and a long tail dangling behind her, sitting on top of what looked like a shriveled up corpse. Her glowing red eyes glared at him, sending a chill down Cole's spine."A pure soul," she whispered.The woman dashed toward the back wall made of glass. Cole fired three shots before she jumped through the glass to the ground below.Cole ran to the ledge and looked down. There was no body. No one could have survived much less walked away from a fall like that. Did she... fly away?"What the hell did I just witness?"Cole was miserably stoic the next morning when he gave his full report to his captain."I know what I saw, Captain," Cole said through clenched teeth. He desperately tried to defend his position after last night's events."This is a complete cluster-fuck, Detective Harvey," Captain Finnegan roared. Cole was on the receiving end of a thorough ass-reaming. "We have the dead body of a prime s
Travis gasped heavily, like he had just run a marathon. He looked down at his penis. It was still rock hard, even after the best blowjob he had ever received. No way was he missing this opportunity."There's plenty more where that came from," Travis said, his ego running rampant.She smiled devilishly and turned around, her luscious round ass beckoning him. Placing a hand on each of his knees, she lowered herself onto his lap. Travis felt the tip of his cock poke the molten hot wetness of her labia. His balls twitched yet again, preparing themselves for the blissful pleasure they were about to receive.The heat and wetness from her pussy weren't the only things Travis noticed. On her back were the tattoos of large bat like wings that stretched from her shoulder blades to her mid back. Lower, just above her lovely ass, was a smaller tattoo of a devil's tail, coiled up with a spear like tip."Do you like them?" she asked with a sex-laden voice.Travis reached out to touch her back, his
The door shut behind him as Travis led the girl in the sexy red dress into a tastily elegant private room above the night club. A luxurious-looking couch faced a huge television screen mounted on the wall opposite the door. Another wall backstopped a fully stocked bar and a tall bistro table with two bar stools. The back wall, if you can call it a wall, was a single giant Plexiglas pane giving a sweeping view of Chicago's downtown. The Loop pulsed like a living creature outside the window.Travis turned his back to the woman and approached the bar. "Can I offer you a drink?" he called over his shoulder. He eased a bottle of one of his finest Napa wines from the rack and splashed its fruity contents into two small champagne flutes. One glass already contained an inconspicuous pill, colorless and odorless, that quickly dissolved, leaving no trace.When Travis turned around his eyes widened. Both wine glasses escaped his grasp, shattering on the marble floor at his feet. The woman stared
"You want to order a drink, or are you going to sit there all night?"The female bartender's abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance."Oh! Yeah, sorry. I'll have a Coke, please."The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. "You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night."Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn't the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30's, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five-o'clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor?"I have to be at work in a few hours. Can't go in hammered, can I?"The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke.Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department's Bureau of Detectives, he was







