Investigation of Passion ch.11

"There's only one sex shop in town," Hermione said. "If the woman in the video is someone local and if she bought the vibrator in the video locally, then that's the only place she could have gone."

"Those are pretty big assumptions," Harry said. "And don't sex shops usually have a reputation for being rather discreet about their business?"

Hermione smiled at him. "Well, here's where it gets interesting. I have a plan."

She whispered the details of her plan into Harry's ear. He shook his head before she even finished.

"No," he said. "That's ridiculous. And a bit offensive."

"It'll work," Hermione insisted. "Trust me. And I have a fake mustache you can wear to look older."

Two hours later, Harry escorted Hermione through the front door of "Forbidden Secrets," the only physical retailer of erotic toys and pornographic products in town. It was located across from an abandoned store that once was a Chinese takeout restaurant, with a hot pink neon sign featuring the silhouette of a naked woman in the center.

The store itself was small, with an overly stained carpet covering the floor and narrow aisles filled with vibrators, penis rings, and erotic board games. A few full-sized sex dolls were propped against a wall on the side of the store, and two doors in the back led to male and female restrooms.

Harry wore a baggy coat and the fake mustache, clearing his throat as he led Hermione to the store counter. A nerdy-looking girl with thick glasses was reading an erotic manga comic and looked up slightly when she saw them.

"Hi," the girl said. "What can I do for you?"

Harry cleared his throat again, feeling a bit ridiculous.

"My name is Detective Johnson," he said. "This woman was raped, and I'm, uh, investigating it."

He said the last sentence through gritted teeth, feeling morally dubious about lying about a sexual assault just to get information.

"What?!" The girl behind the counter started shaking her head. "No one gets raped here! I mean, there's something Suzy likes to do in the bathroom, but that's... I mean... Never mind!"

"It didn't happen here," Hermione said, her voice shaky and emotional. "It was in a dark alley. A strange woman attacked me and shoved some kind of sex toy into my..."

She shuddered and looked away, pretending it was difficult to recount her story.

"She says she can identify the toy," Harry said. "And she has a basic description of the woman. We just want to know if she bought it here and if you can tell us anything more."

The girl behind the counter put her hand to her mouth.

"We usually don't give out information about our customers," she said, shaking her head. "I'm very sorry. I can't tell you anything."

"Please," Harry said. "It could mean preventing someone else from being assaulted."

He tried to keep a serious expression, despite feeling guilty about what they were doing.

"My manager would fire me if I told you anything without speaking to her first," the girl said. "She's very moody. Actually, she's here now. You can ask her if you want."

Harry nodded. "That works for me."

"She's in the bathroom," the girl said.

"Can you get her for us?" he asked.

The girl shook her head. "Like I said, she's moody and will get angry if... interrupted."

"I'll interrupt her," Harry said.

"Just go to the men's restroom," the girl said. "You can talk to her through the wall. You'll see what I mean."

Harry raised an eyebrow but didn't ask further. Hermione disappeared down one of the aisles. He hoped she wouldn't break character to buy a sex toy for one of her streams.

He headed to the back bathroom. The men's and women's restrooms were marked with cartoonish and crude drawings of genitalia, which seemed appropriate, albeit a bit primitive. He opened the door to the small, single-occupancy men's room and turned on the light.

It didn't take him long to understand what the clerk meant. On the left wall of the restroom, about waist-high, was a very clear hole a few inches in diameter. Red tape had been carefully placed around the wood, smoothing the edges of what looked like a glory hole meant for actual use.

"Hello?" came a soft, sensual female voice from the other restroom.

"Hi," Harry replied. "Are you the manager?"

"Depends on what you need me for," the voice answered. There was an enticing, sensual tone to it that turned Harry on immediately. It reminded him of the video and his stepmother's voice, as well as the level of perverse sexuality that seemed to simmer just beneath the surface of even the most delicate social interactions.

"I just need to ask you a few questions," Harry said. "About someone who might have used one of your sex toys to commit a crime."

"You don't sound too sure about what you're saying," the woman said.

"Will you answer my questions or not?" Harry asked.

A finger poked through the hole, curling upwards in a "come here" motion.

"My time is valuable," the woman said. "It will cost you. But I can throw in something extra if you're interested."

Harry sighed in annoyance. "How much?"

"Fifty pounds," the woman said. "Slide them through the hole, please."

"You might not even be able to give me the information I'm looking for," he said. "Why would I pay you that much?"

"I promise you'll be satisfied," the woman said. "One way or another."

Harry sighed and pulled out two twenties and a ten from his wallet. He slid the notes through the hole with two fingers. He felt the woman's fingers lightly squeeze them as she took the money.

"Alright," the woman said. "What are your questions?"

"Has a brunette bought a remotely controlled pink vibrator here recently?" he asked. "She's around thirty. Attractive. Probably well-dressed."

"That describes more of my customers than you might think," the woman said. "Even if I knew who you were talking about, I usually don't meet such people."

"I already paid you!" Harry said.

"I can't say for sure," the woman said. "Sorry. But if you want, I can help you get into the mindset of your suspect if you give me more details."

Harry was about to refuse before he reconsidered. Maybe she could help after all. And if not, he could always make a scene and get his money back.

"She's stepmother," he said, wincing as he remembered his mom in the sex shop. "I think she might have been embarrassed about the purchase. But she's been acting... differently lately."

Had his mom been acting differently lately? Were there other signs of strange behavior beyond the videos that might or might not be her doing? She had been a bit more affectionate, hugging and kissing him. But she was his stepmother. If she was experiencing a sexual, exhibitionist awakening in her middle age, it couldn't have anything to do with him... right?

"That sounds normal," the woman said. "Let me guess: there aren't many men in her life. Or maybe the one she has is out of her reach?"

A shiver ran down Harry's spine. "Yes."

"She probably gets turned on by the idea of being caught," the woman said. "Being exposed as a perverted, slutty, sex-starved MILF. That's a fairly common path for women her age."

"What's the thrill in being caught?" Harry said. "It just seems self-destructive."

The woman laughed. "I can explain exactly what the thrill is. It's the excitement of doing something naughty and perverse in a place where it shouldn't be done."

"Alright," he said.

"It's a hands-on explanation," the woman said. "And all you have to do to get it is unzip your pants and... you know. Stick it in."

Harry felt his cock harden at her suggestion. He had already considered it. He thought about it when mom saw the glory hole. And he had already paid her. But that was for information, not sex. Was he really that much of a degenerate? He didn't even know what the woman on the other side of the wall looked like.

"Well," the woman said. "I'm waiting."

Harry's heart pounded as he unzipped his jeans. He was nervous, but that only made his cock harder. He shook his head, barely believing what he was about to do, and then pushed his tool through the glory hole.

"You actually did it!" the woman said. "Oh my God. This is wild. You really put your cock through the glory hole."

"You just... told me to..." Harry felt his face flush. He started to pull back, but fingers wrapped around his member.

"Hold on," the woman said. "I'm intrigued. We initially put this here as a joke. But maybe..."

He felt her hand stroking his shaft. It was a strange sensation, very detached from the rest of his body. He was almost pressed against the wall so his cock could go through the hole properly, which made him feel both vulnerable and protected.

"You have a nice cock," the woman said. "I wonder how long it would take for me to make you cum?"

Harry wanted to comment that there was an easy way for her to find out, but he didn't want to risk upsetting moment. Her hand continued stroking in slow, sensual movements. He wondered what she looked like, his mind cycling through the faces of women he knew, each coBellatrixng the eroticism of moment differently.

"I mean, you paid me money..." the woman said. "So..."

Harry felt something hot and wet touch the tip of his penis, then slide up his shaft. He let out a low moan, closing his eyes as pure, distilled pleasure washed over him.

He felt lips close around the tip of his shaft and almost gasped at the intensity of the sensation. It was so hot and dirty. He was getting a blowjob through a glory hole by a slutty woman in a sex shop. He understood what she had been trying to say earlier about the thrill of expBellatrixng one's more kinetic side.

Slurping sounds came from the other side of the wall as the woman bobbed her head back and forth. Harry could tell that it was an uncomfortable position for her too. He was tempted to try to convince her to let him come around to the other side, but he dismissed the idea as soon as it came to him. Did he want to see her in person? Part of the eroticism was not knowing who she was or what she looked like.

Was it the same for his stepmother if she was the woman from the video? Did the idea of exposing herself to random men online excite her more than actually letting herself be fucked and undressed? Harry moaned as he imagined her naked, spreading her legs on the bed. He winced as the image shifted. She was now on her knees, on the other side of the glory hole.

"Are you close?" The woman stopped sucking for a moment to catch her breath.

"Keep going and find out," he said.

The woman giggled. She started sucking again, keeping her lips tight around the tip of his cock, creating a wet, tight seal. Her hand stroked the lower part of his shaft, letting the intensity build.

She continued like this for a while, then let go with her hand. Harry felt her mouth slide further down his shaft until he was almost sure she had her face pressed against the wall on the other side. He braced himself with his hands and began thrusting his hips. The woman made a surprised noise but stayed in place.

This was the most depraved thing Harry had ever done in his life. He was thrusting through a glory hole into the mouth of a woman on the other side. And he couldn't stop. He was too aroused to control himself. He felt the woman pull back, gripping his cock and holding it in place. She started kissing and licking it again, and it was too much for him.

"Oh God!" Harry groaned as he exploded.

"Hey!" the woman said. He felt her let go and pull her face away. His cock felt cold without her touch, and he left it there for a few seconds before pulling it back in shame.

"Oops," he said. "I probably should have told you."

"Probably," she said, sounding irritated.

It took Harry a second to remember why he had come to the sex shop in the first place.

"So... are you sure you don't remember the woman I mentioned earlier?" he asked.

"Positive," the woman replied. "If that's all... I was kind of in the middle of taking care of myself."

"Right." He hesitated, almost wanting to try to convince her to come out of the bathroom so he could see her. He held back, deciding it was probably better not to know.