Private Eye (3 of 8)
Added 2021-10-19 21:01:01 +0000 UTC"...I've been known to... find... things... people are... searching...for..." the words came out of my mouth like stunned molasses.
All the while she regarded me with those green eyes staring at me over the crystal rim of the glass. Her glossy lips taking a long no hurry sip of the ruby red drink I had made for her.
Christ, I needed a fan in this place.
She backed up her pert behind and that very attention getting skirt up to my desk. Then she shimmed her slender frame up and over the edge, taking an improvised seat. She raised one stocking bearing leg, bending the knee as she swivelled her foot up onto the desk, taking some, but little care that her suit was not designed for gym class.
Miss Meadows reached out and slipped off her shoe, placing it on my desk. I could see the polish on her toenails, ghostly tombstones visible behind the silken mist of her nylons. She rubbed at the threads, cinching and pulling, her tongue licking across her teeth.
"You need a fan in this place," she breathed, pawing at her pantyhose.
I shrugged sheepishly and gestured to her cold drink.
