San Francisco, 1936.
"Umm, umm, umm!"
"That's it, big boy. Screw me good, baby."
"Umm, umm, umm!"
"Wow, you're the best, I'm creaming here."
Norma Bennett, a stunning socialite who had been educated at the University of Berkley, was beneath the sweating, blubbery Herman Weber as he heaved in and out between her legs with wheezing breath. Naked, in just her black silk stockings, the tousle-haired blonde sank back into the lush bed and soft pillows as he reamed her.
"I'm good, honey. Whenever you're ready, shoot."
The stunning babe stifled a yawn just as the wealthy, grey-haired male shot his load inside her tight muff. He spluttered and heaved and then rolled off with his shrinking member dribbling on his thigh. Norma gave him a sneer as she reached out to the nightstand and delved into her purse to retrieve her syringe. Loaded with a knockout serum, she plunged the needle into his left arm, and he was out like a light.
"Heavens, what a colossal bore!" she exclaimed and stood naked by the large bed.
A willowy and sensuous honey-hued blonde with rounded curves and a slender waist, she hiked up her stockings and went to the mahogany table, rifling through the drawers. Blessed with a flawless and pale complexion, her sleek figure turned most heads wherever she went in San Francisco. As a ditzy blonde who lived for the nightlife and parties, she had an alter ego as the mysterious and unknown Spectre Lady.
"Here we go."
Norma smiled and looked at a sheath of note paper tied with a thin black cord. She unfolded it and dropped a handful of sparklers onto the palm of her hand.
"Bastard Kraut! At least these won't go toward funding those Nazi bastards."
She retired to the bathroom and attended to her ablutions before leaving. As usual, she left her calling card on the bedside cabinet, which read, 'Compliments of Spectre Lady.'
x
The previous evening had begun like many others with Bennett in attendance at a cocktail party on Broadway. Clad in a black crepe dress that offset her golden hair, she sipped a glass of champagne and smoked from a cigarette holder. Aloof and bored, she shunned any attention from the male company as there was only one person of interest to her this night.
"Light me," she said and leaned over to an older gentleman seated at a table with several other similar types.
This was Weber, a well-off entrepreneur who had sympathies for Herr Hitler no less. Acting nonchalantly, she knew he was hooked instantly as he eyed her up and down, mentally undressing her. His gaze lingered on her generous 36DD bosom, which strained at the front of her drum-tight dress, and it was fairly obvious by the way it clung to her that she had nothing underneath.
"Let's cut to the chase, lover. My place or yours?"
The smoke curled up in his face as he followed her out like a puppy dog. Weber had taken her back to his palatial house in North Beach, where she had seduced him into bed and then sent him to the land of nod. The femme fatale had no qualms about using her good looks and body to get what she wanted. The smouldering blonde believed the world was her oyster and lived life to the full.
Unbeknownst to her, she had been under surveillance for the past week by Phoenix Malone, one of the very few, if any, female private investigators. Employed by one Nadia Durant, who had asked her to recover her stolen jewels, the glamorous Frenchwoman had stumbled on an all-girl team of thieves under the tutelage of Bennett, alias Spectre Lady. Once she had determined who the lady was, Phoenix decided to confront the woman in person. But to avoid any untoward behaviour, she first decided to summon some support.
x
It had been six months since the death of her late husband, Jack 'Piggy' Malone, and being widowed at such a young age had come as a surprise. At first, Phoenix had been at a loss as to her next move. She had spent her days studying her late husband's case histories and handwritten notes. On further discussions with his secretary, Judy Morris, and after careful consideration, Phoenix had decided to make a go of being a private investigator herself. One of the first female private eyes in California.
She had come a long way from her beginnings in Europe. First on the island of Gibraltar, her birthplace, and then in France. She had just left ballet school when one day she was approached by an agency to become a model. She had been immensely flattered and, by age eighteen, had become very busy on the fashion scene. Inevitably, she had taken part in semi-nude work, although she had no qualms about taking her clothes off. After modelling came acting, where she was normally chosen to be the good-looking one in the background. As she grew more and more fascinated by the film industry, Phoenix decided to sail to America. Before long, her dream of fame dwindled, and this was when she met and married Jack Malone.
Phoenix had now gone six months without a man in her bed since the demise of her husband, and if ever there was a chap who she would willingly open her legs for, it was Antoni. As he drove them to Pacific Heights, she could not help but sit up in her seat as she took in the ruggedly handsome fellow. He had the classic square jaw and well-knit masculine figure of someone who could attract any female. He was tall, six feet two, with a mop of fair hair under his hat, a dimpled chin, and baby-blue eyes. He and Piggy had known each other, but Phoenix had never met him until her husband had passed on. Now a Detective Antoni Grabowski of the SFPD, the Polish-American fellow, had also been taken by the natural elegance and radiance of the French vixen. He was single, available, and well up for it. Was she?
Norma Bennett's house was set well back, and it took the cop a while to locate the premises. He parked outside the big house, and they both stepped through the exterior arch to the front door. A Chinese servant answered the ring of the bell, and Antoni handed him his visiting card. The servant bowed and led them across the thickly carpeted hall to a drawing room. Even though Phoenix wore heels, she and the heavy-handed cop made no sound on the soft rugs. They came face to face with their hostess seated in a grand chair.
The voluptuous blonde was dressed in a magnificent ensemble. A green gown in edged nylon was draped over her curvy figure, the neck of which was tightly gathered and led out to a wide vent that displayed her heavy bust. The short hem had no chance of hiding her garter belt, which held up a pair of sheer black stockings. On her feet, she had a pair of strapless stiletto heels with six-inch spikes that caused her calves to arch seductively. She was dripping with diamonds from her heavy necklace to the daring chain on her right ankle. Phoenix could not hide her distaste for the woman's chosen attire. She hated green with a passion, considering the colour to be hideous and loathsome. Antoni, however, was immediately smitten.
"Can I interest you in a drink?"
"Scotch, thanks."
"Ah, not on duty then, Detective Grabowski? What about your skirt?"
"I am not 'is girlfriend, Mademoiselle. I am an investigator."
"Is that so? How novel."
Bennett dismissed the Chinaman who returned with two tumblers on a tray. Antoni and Phoenix accepted the offered drinks as they sat opposite the bodacious blonde honey. The servant closed the door, and a brief silence fell as they drank. For some reason, Phoenix felt a growing unease as the woman hostess stared at her without a word. Antoni looked around the room and noted the bright blue-and-gold curtains to the huge Chinese antique jar that stood in one corner of the room, filled with rose petals, the scent of which made the air heavy with sweetness.
"All of my servants are Chinese. And, they are all eunuchs." Phoenix visibly blanched, but the cop nodded coolly. "Forgive me, Detective, but I think I know why you visited. You have come to ask me what I know of the spate of jewel thefts in the city. Am I right?"
It was startling to the pair of do-gooders to hear those words spoken with such calmness.
"That is the purpose of our visit, Miss Bennett," he said in level tones.
"I am not the one to blame, Detective. I believe the crimes are committed by those who strive to fund those heinous devils from Europe. I refer to the hated Nazis, of course."
"Why do you accuse those who mean to back Hitler?" asked Phoenix as she leaned forward in her chair. Norma bristled and stabbed the air with a well-manicured index finger.
"Rumours had abounded of late of a fiendish blackmail plot that would reap millions from the silver screen industry, and those accusations are intrinsically linked to those involved in the Third Reich. If I were you, I would follow those leads rather than waste your time with me. I bid you both good day."
And with that, the blonde tottered off and left her guests at the hands of the inscrutable Chinaman.
x
Norma had planned the caper for a while now, and after the unexpected haste of the visit of the cop and PI, she decided it was best to act pronto. The rumours she had hinted at involved one Joe Robertson, a self-made millionaire and entrepreneur. Yes, on this night, the bastard would have an uninvited guest in the form of Spectre Lady. She prepared by taking a refreshing shower in the sanctity of her private bathroom. At five feet ten in bare feet, her big breasts swung on her chest as she moved into the stall and turned on the faucets. Once cleansed and towelled, she gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror and was pleased with the result.
Her nipples stood out proud, two hard points surrounded by prominent areolas. She turned side on and smiled at the firm spheres of her high and tight ass pushed out behind her on two perfect hemispheres. Going to the walk-in closet, she retrieved the slinky floor-length evening gown of white satin and slipped into it with a shimmy of her wide hips. Her golden hair fell in loose waves about her bare shoulders as she smoothed out the form-fitting gown. Backless and with a daring plunging neckline, she appeared every inch the sex kitten she was, the look accentuated by the big gash up to her left thigh. She donned the black velvet domino mask that hid her features and stepped into a pair of white six-inch stiletto pumps. Last but not least, she concealed her .22 calibre automatic in a garter around her right thigh. Spectre Lady was ready for action!
The daring domino drove to the Madison Arms Hotel in her 1935 Cadillac V-16. The vivacious vamp took the elevator to the sumptuous penthouse where the loaded Robertson rented the suite. If anyone was going to be involved in the takedown of Hollywood for the Fascist cause, she would lay the odds of him being in on it. At the precise hour of midnight, the blonde bombshell moved cautiously through the main room, the cold butt of her trusty gun in her right fist. Even though Robertson did not need the money, he had a cruel streak, and he got a thrill in perverting American justice. She wasted no time in her attempt to find any incriminating evidence of his corrupt lifestyle, and hopefully, a few diamonds as a bonus. She so loved the pretty stones.
The tiny flashlight in her fist was the only illumination in the room as she rifled through desk drawers and behind the expensive wall paintings. There! A wall safe. This was it. The masked beauty smiled to herself as she put her ear flat to the cold metal and, with the utmost dexterity, she spun the lock. It was a four-number combination, and she knew just how to open one such as this. She turned the wheel to the right four times before the first number, then left three times before the second number. Right twice before the third number, and the left once before the fourth number. With a firm twist, Norma spun the dial to the right until it stopped and the bolt in the door retracted.
"Eureka!"
She reached in and retrieved a sheath of papers tied with a thin cord and her brown eyes went wide behind the slits in the domino mask. Alas, before she could read the contents of the potential evidence against the fiend, the lights went up, and she was surprised by the sudden entrance of Robertson with two goons behind him.
"I knew you'd come eventually. You've been a thorn in my side for a long time, Spectre Lady, and you've cost me a pretty penny with your jewel thefts."
The bold vixen dropped her right hand to her garter and pulled out her heater. As she reacted, so did the pair of crumbs behind Robertson, who also produced loaded pistols with which they pointed directly at her heaving bosom. The wealthy swine grinned as he leered at her ample cleavage and folded his arms in triumph.
"I must say, your choice of gown does things for you. You have quite the bust. I do so love a top-heavy dame." The smooth-talking bastard pointed to her weapon, and she relinquished it to the skinny thug with the squinty eyes. "It amazes me how you have the nerve to waltz in and search through my things. And in case you're thinking of escape, let me inform you that all exits are well-guarded. Now, come this way, I have something amusing to show you."
x
An hour later.
That night was cool and overcast, and Phoenix Malone shivered as she arrived at the Madison in her Derby Bentley. She dipped her grey fedora hat as she stepped out of her auto and adjusted her pinstripe pantsuit. She wore a pair of Oxford shoes and a necktie. The flamboyant and brazen novice PI was packing heat in the form of her Browning semi-automatic for her safety as much as anything else. She was inside the hotel in a jiffy and made her way to the floor below the penthouse suite belonging to the self-made millionaire, Joe Robertson. Antoni Grabowski had narrowed the list of likely supporters of the Third Reich in the San Francisco Bay Area to just the one, which he told Phoenix about the same day. With the proviso, she keeps her cute nose out of it.
She took the stairs with one hand on the banisters and the other around the butt of her weapon in her pants pocket. Not one for the old stealthiness yet, the attractive brunette didn't notice the figure creeping up behind her. She felt a sudden cold sensation in the back of her neck as a pistol was pressed against it.
"Keep moving, doll face," said the brute behind her.
They came to the penthouse suite where Phoenix was unceremoniously bundled in before the seated and smug millionaire.
"Another busybody? This is turning out to be quite the party. Anyhoo, the more the merrier. And what might be your name, my sweet?"
"I am Phoenix Malone, private investigator."
The leggy ex-model cum ballerina tilted her head up as her hat was torn from her head. Her lustrous locks tumbled free, and Robertson whistled in approval.
"A female dick! How amusing!"
"I 'ave no dick, cunnard!"
"What did you call me? You're French, huh? You may very well get a lesson in manners from the Fuhrer before too long. Strip her, Jake!"
Phoenix shifted on her feet as her shirt was gripped from behind by two grubby paws and rent in twain. The French looker sneered in defiance as her breasts were unveiled to all. Next came her pants, which were roughly dragged down to her shoes. Her lace knickers were rudely cut away, and Phoenix stood in the centre of the room starkers.
"Not bad, not bad. A bit on the skinny side but nice pins."
The proud minx spat on the carpet as her arms were pinned to her sides.
"You cannot do this to me? I'm a private eye!"
"Who hired you?" asked Robertson as he studied her trim bush between her dancer-honed upper thighs.
"Nobody. I make the mistake, non?"
"Then why the heater?"
"For protection."
"That doesn't wash, you French tart. Now, if you would be so kind as to join Detective Grabowski?"
Phoenix received a shove in the back and was frog-marched to the next room. What she saw next would be etched in her brain forever. Antoni had been stripped and tied in a standing position to some pull-up bars, which were about six feet off the ground, with two strong metal bars holding them up and bolted to the floor. His arms were above his head, and tape had been wound around his wrists.
Despite his predicament, Phoenix thought the way he was bound was highly erotic now, and seeing his naked, smooth chest, expanding with air as he yelled and struggled, his impressive six-pack abs and his flat stomach made her close her legs to savour the sublime tingling in her loins.
"You fuckin pervert! Let me loose!"
"You will behave!"
Robertson smacked the brace cop once across the kisser, and Antoni stood still, sweating now from his fair-haired armpits, down his hairless chest, and down to his pubic bush. As he viewed the desirable nakedness of the French PI, his dick rose in celebration. He had a massive, circumcised cock, thick and meaty, the shaft almost as wide as the fat helmet, and he had two nuts the size of twin plums. His blue eyes showed no fear as she stood next to him, and she winked at him, and he tried with no success to avoid the erotic sight of her naked form beside him. Her intoxicating scent assailed his nostrils and his dick reached full erection.
"You see, my dears, things are tedious these days with no thrill or action to be had. The sheer boredom of life itself grates on my nerves. Whereas in Europe, especially in Germany, things are most exciting and I yearn to sail there."
He lit a cigarette and blew a smoke ring at the two bare captives.
"Herr Hitler has conceived a most brilliant plan to belittle and embarrass the United States in a daring prelude to his plans of a major rule, lest the Yanks decide to join in. Together with the greatest and most warped minds in the world, there has been developed a wonder drug. An impotency drug, no less. The ruse about blackmailing Hollywood was a smoke screen."
Phoenix eyed him with disbelief and then roared with laughter.
"Alors! Do you think to give the men limp dicks and America just stays out of war? A bit delusional, comment?"
"The serum has a two-fold effect," he continued. "At the same time, the drug renders all male citizens with erectile dysfunction; the female of the species develops an irresistible compulsion to copulate with anyone nearby. The pandemonium caused will remove any unwanted consideration for the US to aid England and France when they get trampled underfoot by the Nazi jackboot."
The loyal Frenchwoman stared at the seemingly mad Robertson as he unveiled the nefarious plot. Was it possible that every red-blooded woman in the grip of sexual fervour would be unable to get laid?
"Fortunately, there is another serum that reverses the effect on the male in the blink of an eye. So the lucky ones, such as myself, will have the cream of the crop of the finest women."
He grinned at the naked Phoenix as if demonstrating his prowess and opened his gown to reveal his nude form. Her gaze lowered to peer at his not-too-shabby prick that began to rise to the occasion.
"Like you, for instance."
"Never!"
"Oh, you shall." The Nazi swine picked up a riding crop and swished it through the air. "A whip can be a dangerous thing in the wrong hands."
He demonstrated by skillfully delivering a stinging bite of leather around the top of Grabowski's upper thigh. The thick snap of leather against firm, muscular flesh was punctuated by the flinching cop’s deep-throated yelp. Another fast crack of the crop on his thighs brought sweat from his twitching naked form, held rigid in the frame. Robertson finished his cigarette and gently ran the crop along the Detective's outstanding boner.
"Enough! Okay, bastard. Leave him be and I'll suck that thing of yours."
Robertson agreed, sat down, and held up his erection for the pair of them to behold.
"Great idea, blondie, let Grabowski watch a real man and a real broad get it on."
The naked babe knelt on the carpet between Robertson's outstretched legs and took hold of his big, stiff. He grinned from ear to ear as the cop looked on helplessly. Phoenix gave his shaft a few tentative rubs as her wide eyes stared into his, and then she ran her flattened tongue lazily up and down, finishing at the flared tip.
"Wonderful, simply wonderful."
The fat knob was then devoured by her hot mouth and the only sounds in the room were soft sucking noises along with groans of pleasure from the Fascist sympathiser. She twisted and hopped on her knees and pressed her thighs against her throbbing clit. Her mouth worked on his burning cock faster as she became consumed by an unadulterated lust. Moving up she straddled his leg with her aching loins and shunted on his thigh as her mouth sucked him in further.
"What a hoot! The dame is humping my leg!"
Antoni cut a pathetic figure as his shrunken cock pointed south in shame. Phoenix undulated on the sturdy leg with her hungry cunt seeking relief as it squashed on his flesh. Crazy with lust, she swallowed his entire eight inches with a huge gulp of air as he flung his head back in bliss. Her cute nose was tickled by his pubes as she deep-throated him, and it was a toss-up as to what drooled more, her mouth or her pussy.
"Best blow job I ever had."
The smitten beauty sucked the iron-hard cock with quick-fire bobs of her head that let her luxurious mane of wavy locks fall across his belly. The more she filled her mouth with his cock meat, the more she wanted him in her twat. Her tightly sealed lips formed a seal around his glans, and then she exhaled, and he popped out with a saliva bubble on his bell end. Spit dripped down the underside in a slow ride down to his balls. He rose in a heated state, and Phoenix assumed the position in the seat he had just vacated. His face came to within an inch of her gleaming pussy mound and he gulped at the erotic sight as she widened her legs and dug her feet in the carpet.
"Ram it in me all the way, I beg you!"
The delirious brunette bucked up from the chair in an attempt to have him enter her saturated cunt.
"Patience, my dear, patience. Miss Bennett?"
The unmasked and stripped Spectre Lady, aka Norma Bennett, entered the room with serious intent. Having struck a deal to save her hide, the blonde bombshell inhaled deeply, which inflated her twin mountains that sat high on her chest. Her legs opened slightly to expose the plump vulva that nestled luxuriously between her alluring pale thighs. The wispy fluff of fair pubes just at the top already betrayed her arousal with a hint of moisture turning the golden hair darker.
"Will you get a load of this, kiddo! What a dame!"
Norma's hips swayed from side to side as she strutted for them, her hand grinding into her muff. She spun around in a circle so they could appreciate her voluptuous form. She snapped her head back and then forward so that her wavy hair flew about.
"Eat her out, why don't you?"
Phoenix sighed as her fleshy labia was unfolded by the buxom blonde who breathed hot air on her vulva. She stiffened and her mouth formed an O as she felt a tremor of lust through her slender body. Lines were traced along her inner thighs and her cunt leaked fluids profusely. Then a tongue darted out and made a broad swipe from her anus to her hard clit, coating her quivering slit with a film of saliva.
"Merde!" she cried as she experienced a mini orgasm.
She arched her lower body as she welcomed the tingling that made her stomach do flip-flops. Her fingers ran through the blonde's fine hair as her drooling cunt was lapped at with a steady series of exaggerated licks up and down, then from side to side.
"I need a man, I need a cock!"
The rasp of tongue on her sensitive skin made her giddy, and her wide hips ground into the seat, leaving a smear of her love juices. Norma's nose became wedged in her downy pubic hair as her jaw flexed and shut. Phoenix grunted when two fingers were inserted into her honeypot. Detective Grabowski looked on helplessly as the wanton minxes made out in front of him. He fondled his soft prick and cursed Robertson under his breath.
"Right. Who wants to ride first?"
Spectre Lady stood up and put both hands on her hips in a dominant stance. In the blink of an eye, he was straddled by her curvaceous frame, her pale buttocks pressed firmly on his groin. Her hand went between them as she fished for his boner and moved her red-hot pussy in position. Lost in a hazy rapture she sank and his turgid cock brushed past her wet labia and she was impaled on his whole shaft.
"It's just how I imagined it would be!" he cried as he grabbed hold of her DD-sized boobs.
Without further ado, the dame began to squirm and gyrate on his generous pole, and she rode up and down with gasps of pure delight. In kind, he lunged up and speared her welcoming cunt as a torrent of wicked pleasure engulfed the steamy blonde. Her huge tits bounced as she bopped on him with little squeals of ecstasy, loving the feel of being stuffed. Her rapid motions lifted her clear up off his groin before she slammed back down again with loud slaps of flesh on flesh.
"It's so good! I love it, fuck me, fuck me, I need your cock soooo bad!"
His hands took hold of her slim waist as he steered her rabid strokes on his pulsating prick, and the more they fucked, the more the slut lusted for his tool. Norma whimpered as she looked down upon the muscular body of the sweating virile man beneath her as his great cock tore up inside her tight pussy. Now she understood the dastardly plan and knew the terrible consequences would be a national disaster if he and the Nazis used the serum.
"Bastard, you won't win...you...I...oh fuck! Give it to me hard!"
Her smooth ass cheeks were lifted and separated as he paused with half of his log inserted in her quim. He took her left boob and smothered it with his open mouth and slobbered on the ample globe of flesh. Norma shuddered and tried to squirm down on his big pole in vain, missing the delicious friction that had sent her to heaven.
"Take me, you bastard, take me." Phoenix was on all fours and was gagging for attention. "Is this how you want me? This how you like to fuck broads? Like dogs, you Fascist scum!"
"Yes, got a problem with that?"
The Frenchwoman cursed and knew he had her. She itched for him to shove his stiff cock back in her sodden cunt. Robertson got behind her let his boner settle in the crevice of her butt cheeks and proceeded to kiss the back of her neck and ears. Her passion nearly made her swoon together with his roaming hands all over her tits.
"Shove it in you monster!" she begged.
He smiled and took a good grip on her hips and gave her what she craved. His stiff cock eased in until her pussy which completely sucked his whole length in. She pushed her rump back against his hot groin, urging him to move as she bit her lower lip. He continued to run his hands over her body as he made long, deep strokes of his pelvis. They rocked back and forth and his own need for release drove him in harder and harder, faster and faster making her firm tits jiggle with each thrust.
"That was what I asked for, now was that difficult?"
Phoenix turned her face back, and her eyes sparkled. From this angle, Robertson admired her graceful back and sumptuous bottom as he banged her. The bodacious babe was quite a good fuck and her steamy fuck tunnel turned his cock into a rod of steel.
"Harder, faster, deeper!" she demanded as she savoured every wonderful inch of him.
As he gained some of his strength back, Grabowski looked at Bennett with pleading eyes, and she relented and untied him. As the other rutting couple played out their wanton lovemaking, the disgruntled cop gave the bastard a karate chop behind the man's left ear, and as he crumpled in a heap, Robertson's wilting erection dribbled onto his feet. The next thing the cop knew was the busty blonde gripping his cock which was at full mast.
"Fuck me, Detective. Fuck my aching pussy!"
Norma moved horizontally on the couch, and the desperate form of the fair-haired hunk loomed over the stacked vixen and pulled her supple pins up on his broad shoulders. His knob twitched and throbbed so bad he thought it might very well explode! With her wet and gaping cunt offered up his cock drove up into her and the pair of them contorted in the sublime sensation of his penetration.
"Yes! Please fuck my cunt!"
With her feet in the air, his rigid cock dug into her juicy pussy and her nails dug into his back. They perspired freely as they were overwhelmed by the moment and Antoni hammered into the lush pussy of the femme fatale with unrelenting force. She bucked up and met his inward thrusts with equal wildness as they shifted along the creaking couch with frenzied motions.
"Yes, yes, yes, ah!"
Phoenix looked on aghast as her dream lover slammed his cock into the blonde bitch. As she climaxed, Norma creamed all over his slippery prick.
"I'm close honey, real close," he muttered as his balls were crammed up her ass crack.
She felt his cock swell and then gush the beautiful white cream inside her tender cunt. As he spewed his hot stuff into her with a seemingly never-ending river of cum she was taken by yet another scintillating climax, and her froth spilled from her overfilled hole and down the damp crevice of her gorgeous butt. The pair collapsed in the afterglow, and their heated bodies ran with well-earned sweat.
"That was some fuck, kiddo," he said between breaths.
In a state of frustration, Phoenix turned to the groggy Robertson, made a fist, and connected with his nose, which spurted blood and blinded him temporarily. Aware of her nakedness, she picked up her discarded clothing and made a discreet exit. It took two days for the sheepish Detective to apologise over the phone to the disappointed Phoenix, who brushed the event aside as just another adventure. Deep down, she kept seeing the serene face of Bennett on her back with Antoni astride her, feeding the lucky bitch his desirable dick. Maybe one day they might consummate their desire for each other.
END
