Charles's breath came in ragged gasps as his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her to him with a steady rhythm. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he growled, thrusting deep into her dripping pussy, his cock stretching her pussy tight around him. “God, I love fucking you.” Charles Worthington, an eccentric billionaire infamous for his taste in younger women, was utterly lost in the moment. The woman sprawled naked on his desk...

Friday Night The call came in shortly after 10 PM. “Detective, there has been a double murder at 9822 S. Laurel Ave. Officers and the forensic pathologist are already on the scene.” Detective Vera Lovelace arrived at 9822 S. Laurel Ave., situated in a cul-de-sac with four mansions. She observed that officers had detained three women who were gathered outside one of the residences. Upon entering the house, she was informed...

McMurray double-clutched his Dodge coupe through the narrow curves of the Hollywood Hills. When his hand wasn't on the stick, it was keeping his .38 from sliding off the leather seat. The dead lawyer in Malibu Canyon confirmed what he had started to believe a week ago; what he had probably believed since the Widow Stanwyck first stepped into his office. She was a killer, and not just because of the way she filled out a dr...

When I arrived back at my hotel, my diminishing enthusiasm for Jamaican nightlife lifted when I found the bar open. I heard music coming from the space at the back of the lounge; a late-night group of chics were shaping the dancefloor with a splattering of hotel guests. The silhouettes swayed in the soft red light. Despite my promise to Dizzy, to stay clean, I needed alcohol and lots of it; the trouble on the street had t...

It’s the day after my fortieth birthday and I’m struggling to put one foot in front of the other; after downing two bottles of JD last night, I don’t know why I’m surprised. Not that I’d been out celebrating you understand, it was more a self-piteous bacchanal; which is the worst kind of solo drinking. I’d managed to screw up my third date with the gorgeous Christi Powell: a well-known actress and night-club singer. I won...

Gripping the knob, I popped my hip against the peeling paint of the familiar office door. Ever since the titular owner of ‘Jacob Tomb, Private Investigations’ had drunkenly kicked it open three years ago the lock had ceased all functionality except its aesthetic charm. It honestly hadn’t mattered, in the five years I had worked for Jacob Tomb we had rarely seen a case that had warranted securing the office. The business m...

It took every ounce of my concentration to hold the telephone receiver to my ear. I was on hold, listening to distant, phantom voices. Tricia, the waitress from Club Infidel, last night, was on her knees before me, her mouth hungrily servicing my cock. I gave her a call after my reconnaissance at the Ginnis estate. She was nice enough, pleasant to be around, and insatiable in the sack. She had spent the night with me. My...

The taxi chauffeured me across town. The low-class pushers, prostitutes, and criminals disappeared along with the sirens, replaced by a much higher quality of pushers, prostitutes, and criminals. The ever-present, evening rain beat down on the pavement, slickly glowing in the dim streetlights. Clean-shaven, wearing my good suit, I managed to relax a little as the cab neared Club Infidel. I’d been there before. In Sintropo...

In Sintropolis, you don’t need to go looking for trouble; it walks right through your office door. The day began like most, the timid sun barely peeking out from behind the morose clouds to shed a few watts of luminance onto the concrete and steel spires. Sitting at my scarred, wooden office desk, the cracks in the plaster walls a bas-relief road map of some mythical place I’d never visit, the soulful sax playing on the r...

"Tell me." The room is dark and the sharp light pouring through the blinds slices up her naked body. The look in her eye tells me she knows the story already. "Definitely cheating. So far this month, an intern and a woman from the Chicago office. Salt and pepper hookers for a trio. Lady upstairs from you, couple of times. So, what's next? "My lawyer will feed him his nuts," she spits and slips back into bed beside me. Onl...