Inspired by the movies 8

"Am I free to go at any time?" She looked me in the eye as she said it. The rest of the room were staring between her legs which she had just uncrossed, but I wasn't going to be distracted.

"You're free to get up and leave anytime, we just have a few questions for you."

"I will stay if we lose the audience."  and she crossed her legs again.

"OK guys, shows over, beat it." I waited for the detective pool to empty and then sipped at my coffee.

"I was asking you about your meeting last night with Teresa Woods, you met her for a drink at her place?"

"We did. We had several."

"She says she invited you over to value a rare manuscript, but her husband accuses you of seducing her and stealing it."

"Let me just say it was a present to Teresa, so she was entitled to sell it to me for a dollar. Her husband is just angry that I left her tied to the marital bed."

I had to laugh at that. "Well, I am sure it didn’t help the situation."
"Have you asked Teresa about it?"
"We have and she is adamant that she got fed up of it and wanted to get rid of it."
"Well, there you go. Case closed."
Hayley stood up, at 5' 11 with short blonde hair and the figure of a Victoria’s secret model, she was not just intimidating but sensational to look at. If I hadn't been straight, I would have been checking her out with all the guys.
"Sit down. If that was all there was, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. There's the matter of Selena Yangthez who also sold you her Picasso for 1 dollar and was found tied to her bed."
"Business is business and pleasure is pleasure, but sometimes people want to mix it all up. You can’t arrest me for having a magnetic personality, people are drawn to me and want to make me happy, it's as simple as that."
I had nothing to hold her on.
"Your free to go, but I'm keeping my eye on you."
She got up and walked past me, her hand lightly brushing my knee and the smell of her perfume intoxicated me.
"Both of them I hope." She was out the door and her spell was broken.

There was some angle to this I wasn’t seeing. The video from Yanhthez's CCTV  showed her welcome Hayley and share a drink before they went out of camera view, then twenty minutes later it showed them both walking into view and Selena handing the painting to Hayley in return for a dollar bill. After that they both walked upstairs into the master bedroom and proceeded, as one of the detectives had crudely put it, to fuck each other's brains out on film. Her husband also wanted a prosecution, but the wife was insistent it was consensual and what was more she wanted a divorce.
The way both women gave their statements bothered me, they bordered on the obsessed but the first woman had tested clean so I had nothing in way of any leverage being applied to these victims, and they said they weren’t victims so what could I do?

I went in to see the captain who was adjusting the crotch of his trousers. I assumed he had also seen the interview.
"So, what do we have?" He grunted, eyes running all over me. If I had been in a skirt I would have been straight round to HR but as I had jeans on and my hair tied back in a bun, I guess he just hadn't dropped a load in a while.
"I don't see where we can go with it until someone makes a complaint."
"The Woods are friends of mine, he is on the same board with me, we need to do something. Like put a dress on and catch her with her hand in the cookie jar."
I walked away, there was no point giving an answer to that comment but the more I thought of it, there was a gem of an idea in it. I went to detective Quarez, the only other female on the department.
"I was thinking of running a sting operation on her."
"Sound's good to me, what's the plan."
"I thought I would find some rare antique and see if she tries to seduce me to steal it, but I will need you to be hidden in case she has some method of overpowering me that I am not considering."
"Just as long as you’re the one getting seduced. I am bi I would fall for her charms right away." she laughed, and I joined in.

I sourced a rare clock from a museum and placed in a safe-house I would use as my apartment and then took a photo of myself for my social media page with it on show in the background, seemingly by accident. I took a few glam photos in dresses my husband liked to see me in and told him I would have to stay there for work. My gut feeling was she would keep tabs on our investigation, and it was a few days before it got a response.
I had a call from an unlisted number; I assumed it was a burner phone.
"Hello." I didn’t say anymore.
"Detective Perkins, or can I call you Melanie."
"It's Mel to my friends, you can call me Detective, how can I help you?"
"I thought I might have been a little harsh the other day, and I wanted to apologize in person, I was going to contact you through your social media, but I noticed that in one of your photos you had what looks like a rare Gluckhein mantel clock and I was hoping you would allow me to examine it. I am something of a horologist specialist. I also noticed you dress feminine on occasion." She gave a chuckle.
"Well as you mentioned the last time I saw you, business is business and pleasure is pleasure. I would have no problem with you looking at the timepiece as long as you don’t offer me a dollar for it." She laughed and it sounded genuine, but I am a cop and distrust everything.
"I promise to leave my dollar bills and silk ties behind, shall we say 7 pm"
"That will be fine," I gave her my address, "I will expect you then."

Detective Quarez was hidden away in the spare bedroom listening in through the bug I had planted.
"Her car just pulled up outside." She said sticking her head out then closing the door.
The suspect ran up the steps to avoid the rain that lashed down and rung the bell, I counted to three then answered the door.
"Let me hang that to dry." I said indicating the long coat that dripped on the mat.
She passed me the bottle she was carrying and slowly unbuttoned and slid the coat off her shoulders revealing the most incredible dress. It was a deep wine-colored maxi dress, consisting of a strapless corset and a figure-flattering bodice which accentuated her curves. An A-line skirt and lace-up back added to the elegant sensuality of the dress, while a matching-colored neck scarf added a touch of chic.
I had worn a long dark blue, thin strapped evening dress so I had felt confident before she unveiled herself.
"That's a wonderful dress." I admitted as I hung her coat up.
"Thank you, I have to say yours is rather hot too. You should wear it to work; everyone would be confessing." She laughed again and I found her likeable although I told myself she was still a manipulative thief. She pointed to the wine bottle.
"It's a Chateau Lafite Rothschild, I made quite a profit on the manuscript, so I think business is out of the way it is time for pleasure." She was smiling as she said it, but her eyes never left mine, they drew me in.
I opened the wine and poured a glass each then took it over to where she was looking at the clock.
"Do you like it?" I said sitting down in the chair opposite.
She took the wine and had a large drink. "I love it, it is so decadent, much like the wine."
"It is really good, is it a Cabernet Sauvignon?"
"93% yes. It is one of those things I have to sample, a bit like you. I wanted you from the moment you sat in the interview room and tried so hard not to look at my pussy, all those men looking with no chance of touching, and you trying so hard not to peek when your destined to serve it."
I tried to react but couldn't, I was frozen.
Hayley got up and walked across the room.
"You can come out now agent Quarez."
My heart sank as the detective walked out of the spare room and up to the tall blonde, leaning in to kiss.
"Remove the bug, wipe the tape, and delete any communication in your office, this was not an authorized assignment. You will forget being here tonight, but you will think of me in bed later and play until you climax."
I was aware of the detective collecting her things and leaving and then Hayley was sitting opposite me again.

"I used a syringe to inject a muscle relaxant through the cork, and took the precaution of taking an antidote before I ran up to your house, so the wine doesn’t affect me." She said taking the glass out of my frozen hand. "Don't worry its only temporary, it only lowers your guard so I can speak to you directly. In twenty minutes, you will be back to normal. Well except for any new ideas you have in those twenty minutes."
She leaned in and kissed me; I was powerless to resist. "You wanted to know how the other women fell for me; it's time to find out. You made it easier than normal when you borrowed the clock from the museum, I recognized it at once and realized you meant to trap me. Agent Quarez fell under my spell weeks ago when she was sent to interrogate me. The trap is now sprung and you’re in it."
She moved the clock in front of me and positioned a lamp, so it illuminated the pendulums and then switched off the overhead lights.
"Now you are unable to move and all you can do is look at the pendulums as they move back and forth, your body is frozen your mind is dulled but needs information, the only senses your now using is sight and hearing, listening to me as you watch the continuous swaying beat, as regular as a heartbeat, each heartbeat taking you deeper into the semi darkness. Can you feel your heart beating in rhythm to the swing, I no longer need to tell you, you are synchronizing inside yourself, desperate to chase into the darkness."

I could feel my heart linking to the swaying gold, all that filled me was the darkness hiding behind it, any initial resistance had faded, I needed to pursue that darkness to keep my heart beating and felt myself sinking deeper.

"You are totally immersed in the darkness now, everywhere is dark and only my voice filters through, it reaches into your heart and your mind. You love me more than you have loved anyone, anything in your life. My voice excites you, it owns you, you want nothing more than to listen to my voice and be happy. You have no love for your husband only for girls, they excite you, you want them, but most of you all want me.  You are now in your happy place, only I can return you from it, let the darkness go but stay."
She stopped the clock and moved it out of sight. Her face replaced the image.
"Look at my face, study my eyes, my nose, my mouth, burn every detail into your mind so you will never forget me.  You will love me until the end of time, no one can compare, girls attract you, but you yearn for my touch."

She eased the straps of my dress off my shoulders.
"Your feeling is coming back to your body, and it is time to show me how much you love me, wake up."
I found myself wiggling my fingers to get the feeling back, then rotating my shoulders, bending my arms, moving my neck as the sensations returned. Hayley leant against the table, her eyes never leaving me. I was so happy. I had found the love of my life.
"Come to me."
I stood up, stepping out of the discarded dress and walked towards her.
She held out her arms and I slid inside feeling them close around me.

"I am not going to buy the clock, you are going to steal it when you return it, dropping it off with me, before making the most stupid explanation that you will be charged with its theft. On the plus side when your convicted you'll be imprisoned with all those horny women who you want to share your body."

We kissed and it was the most special I had ever felt in my life. The feeling of that first kiss, first love, first child first anything was all rolled into that kiss. I felt myself cum soaking my panties. She broke off and led me to the bedroom, I hoped she was going to fuck my brains out.