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Lady Noir
by Eager To Please (eager21m84@yahoo.com)

***

A sort of story noir about a private detective and the 
unusual request a client has one evening. (MF, rom)

***

It was raining. It was a dark night, and it was 
raining. I was sitting in my office leaning back in my 
sub-par chair, although not leaning too much for fear 
of falling backwards, as had often happened in the 
past. Looking back, it is a miracle that I managed to 
stay in my chair, or even in consciousness, when she 
walked in.

It'd been a slow day, well who am I kidding, it'd been 
a slow year. With all the electronic tracks people 
leave nowadays, it doesn't take much to figure out 
where your significant other has been; so most people 
have no use for an old fashioned private eye. Despite 
that, I loved my job. I enjoyed doing all the small 
tasks, logging where people go, what they do, just 
generally watching them. Is it obvious I'm a voyeur at 
heart?

I digress (yes I said it, I'm allowed to no matter how 
cliché it is). I'd been simply sitting all day, going 
over some older cases, thinking about possible career 
changes when the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen 
(and I've seen plenty) opened the door and leveled a 
look at me that could've made Frank Sinatra weak at the 
knees. It simultaneously said "I am the woman, you are 
the man, you will do whatever I say and you will love 
it." She just simply stood there and I sat, dumbfounded 
with who knows what sort of look on my face.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" A sly smile crept 
across her blood red lips, which parted barely to 
reveal a hint of white perfect teeth. I don't know how 
I didn't stutter or stumble over my words, somehow, I 
played it cool.

"I would've if you had knocked, but seeing as how you 
failed to do that, I figured niceties no longer 
applied, but if you want to bring them back..." She 
reached up with her slender, almost pale, fingers and 
rapped a knuckle once against the glass bearing my 
name. I flashed a grin and managed to say, "Come in," 
in the most convincing baritone I could muster.

Her hips swayed seductively as she somehow glided into 
the room and reached her hand across my desk, knowingly 
leaning to reveal the top of her luscious chest. 
"Miranda Shaine, Mrs." My heart nearly exploded out of 
my chest as I rocked forward, barely hearing my feet 
slam onto the hardwood floor underneath, and reached my 
hand forward (in my mind it happened in slow motion). 

I'll never forget as our fingers brushed past each 
other and our palms met and I gripped hers, not hard 
but firm (as if somehow letting her know I was a man). 
Electricity. "Maximilian Valentine." I could see the 
corners of her mouth start to move, but to her credit 
she managed to stifle the giggle, most people didn't.

"I know, I know, its an... unusual name to say the 
least. Although you must admit it does add a certain je 
ne sais quoi to me. Well Mrs. Shaine, please have a 
seat and tell me what I can do for you."

Her body's curves became even more accentuated as she 
fluidly sat in a chair directly opposite of mine. I 
regretted that I couldn't see her sexy legs from behind 
the desk, but it was probably for the best as I 
wouldn't have focused on her words had I been able to 
see those wonderful modes of movement and imagine what 
they led to. 

Our eyes locked, hers a deep green and mine a sharper 
brighter blue, thank my mother for that. It took all my 
willpower to not jump up, clear off my desk, and pull 
her onto it and give into my animalistic urges. I 
listened to her, barely, as I carefully studied every 
inch of her that I could still see. I started at the 
top, and what a place to start. 

Her hair was a fire; the little light in the room was 
taken up by her hair and reflected back what seemed 
tenfold. It was almost orange in its hue. Her skin was 
the most fair I have ever seen and reflected back as 
much light as her hair, but instead of seeming 
unhealthy as with most pale people, it was majestic, 
hearkening back to an ideal of beauty that hasn't been 
seen in hundreds of years. 

Her eyes, as I said, were green, deep green. The only 
thing I can compare them to is that first part of the 
ocean where you can still stand on sand. If you look at 
it from far above, it seems green, but her eyes were 
even more compelling than a mere view. Her lips, blood 
red. I still couldn't tell if it was lipstick or if she 
was a rare breed of a woman indeed, but I prayed it was 
the second. 

Her neck began the story of the rest of her body; it 
was slender but not skinny with a nape that I would 
give my life to feel against my tongue. Her upper chest 
looked smoother than silk and it came to a v, her skin 
contrasted against her black dress so perfectly it was 
almost criminal. Her arms looked strong, but not 
muscular. 

Her smell was... heavenly, I wish I could describe it 
better. It had a faint hint of perfume, probably put on 
earlier in the evening and now mostly worn off, but it 
was the underlying scent that peaked my interest. Her 
natural odor was soft and womanly in every sense of the 
word.

"So then Mr. Valentine, you'll find out for me?" I 
snapped back to reality. "Well I'll see what I can do. 
It sounds to me like you're already fairly certain your 
husband is having an affair, you just want me to find 
out with who and get you some proof, sound about 
right?"

"That's not exactly what I was wanting, no." The tone 
of her voice had changed, although I couldn't tell you 
exactly how. It seemed, more sinister, dangerous, sexy. 
"I'm not sure what you want from me then."

Her eyes narrowed a bit and her mouth opened so slowly 
to speak her next few words. It was like she was 
casting some sort of ancient spell on me. "I want you 
to find out who my husband is sleeping with and I want 
them both to regret it."

She couldn't be implying what I thought she was. I've 
had some odd requests but no one has ever asked me to 
kill some one before. "Look, Mrs. Shaine, I can follow 
him, take some pictures, get you all the information 
you need on his indiscretion but I can't do anything 
else. Anything you do afterwards is entirely up to you 
and none of my business however."

Her eyes widened, more than usual, and she put on the 
best puppy look anyone could ever give. "I'll pay you 
handsomely. If he dies I inherit everything. He's very 
wealthy... name your price Mr. Valentine." Oh the 
thoughts that ran through my mind at that statement. 
Who knows how many men's fantasies have began with the 
whole "I'll do anything," line. "Mrs. Shaine, its not a 
matter of money. I just couldn't kill some one. I've 
only even shot my gun at another person once, and that 
was in self defense."

She stood, slowly, letting her dress cling to her 
thighs before gently caressing downwards over her legs 
to her knees. "Then I suppose I'll be on my way, I 
apologize for taking up so much of your valuable time." 
Those last two words stung a bit, I'll admit. Her heels 
made the most piercing of sounds as she made her way 
over to the door, but she stopped short of stepping 
out. I thought perhaps to see if I would give in and 
call out the obligatory "Wait." 

She surprised me though. She shut the door, sensually 
(if that's even possible). Her dress moved beautifully 
as she swung around and moved back towards my desk. 
"Mr. Valentine," I was more than intrigued at this 
point and responded quickly before she could finish, 
"Please, at this point, call me Max."

Her smile crept across her face again, she knew she was 
closer to having her way and it obviously excited her. 
"Fine then, Max. You said it's not about money. I don't 
have to pay you in money. I have, other ways of making 
it worth your while." The way she said those words 
"making it worth your while"... each one accented with 
a flood of sensuality and pure sex, made my blood flow. 
She had me.

Once she knew she had me, she moved fast. Her hands 
slipped up to her dress straps and curled them off her 
shoulders, letting the fabric flow over her breasts and 
off them to the floor. Her breasts were smaller than 
most, nothing more than a handful, but they were round 
and had that certain quality to them that most women 
would kill for. They flowed off her chest and seemed to 
be the only way the contour could have gone, in a word 
they were perfect. 

Her nipples were rapidly hardening, whether from the 
temperature or the sheer tension, I don't know. They 
were a fresh pink color and very small. My eyes 
followed the dress down, over her stomach, not flat but 
rounded ever so slightly so as to ensure she was indeed 
a woman and not a mere girl. Her hips were so round and 
full, but not large by any means. They were made for 
bearing children and the fact that she put more weight 
on her left side only accentuated the curves of her 
body. 

Her cream colored thighs begged to stroked and tasted. 
Of course her teasing wasn't finished. She stepped out 
of her dress and slid the heels off her slender feet, 
standing before me in a small pair of black panties, 
possibly a thong; I didn't really care at that point. 
She leaned over the desk and reached out to take hold 
of my shirt and pulled me forward to her lips. They 
were sweet; she'd had wine earlier. 

Our lips explored each other's and soon our tongues 
ventured out of our mouths and experienced oral 
ecstasy. As she broke the kiss she gently bit my lower 
lip and pulled it with her for a brief second before 
standing back and slowly removing her remaining item of 
clothing. I watched them fall and her step out of them 
before I dared to look back up at what little part of 
her I hadn't yet seen. My breathing and heart stopped 
for a moment as I saw what rested between her legs. A 
glorious patch of red hair, matching the color that was 
above her piercing eyes, was calling for me.

I quickly removed my clothes, possibly in record time, 
and I cleared off my desk in the most dramatic way, 
scattering everything on it to the floor. I took her 
hand and helped her onto the desk, she laid lengthwise 
on it and I moved to her feet and began kissing the 
tops of them. I moved from them to her ankles and 
slowly started kissing up the inside of her legs, 
alternating between legs and between kissing, licking, 
and gently biting. 

As I made my way up I could smell what my prize would 
be. Every woman has their own scent and hers put all 
others to shame. It made me salivate, it made the blood 
to my groin flow even more heavily, ensuring I would be 
ready for her by the time I'd made my way up 
completely. It made me want to whatever she wanted me 
to. I soon found myself inches away from her most 
treasured spot. I kissed gently around the lips, 
getting fleeting tastes of her. Her breathing quickened 
and she began to let out soft moans. 

I let my tongue run along the length of her, tasting 
her. I soon began to move my tongue in and out of her, 
wrapping my mouth around the entirety of the outside of 
her delicious mound. I sucked gently as I forcefully 
made love to her with my tongue. Her moaning became 
more frequent and I can only assume she experienced 
several surges of pleasure before I curled the end of 
my tongue upwards, feeling the change in texture that 
told me I had found the magical spot inside a woman 
most men neglect out of ignorance. 

As I pushed against her, her moaning stopped, as did 
her breathing, for a moment before she resumed, full 
force, and her moaning came to a crescendo and her 
hands ran through my hair, pulling me even closer to 
her. Her stomach moved in and out, involuntarily, 
giving away her abandonment to control. I had her now.

I pulled my tongue away from her and licked upwards, 
through her hair, loving the feel of it against my 
tongue. I licked further upwards, stopping at small 
increments to twist it and kiss down with a slight 
sucking up before continuing. As I did so, I climbed 
onto the desk and eventually was between her breasts. I 
considered spending as long on them as I had on her 
more tasteful parts, but thought better of it. 

I kissed each nipple, and slightly bit each one, 
enjoying the gasp each elicited. I ran my tongue up her 
chest to the nape of her neck, lingering there for a 
few seconds, enjoying the feel of it and of her bare 
skin against mine. I lowered myself onto her. Licking 
where her neck and shoulder met, massaging it with my 
tongue, biting it softly and moving my tongue up to her 
ear as I let her feel my length pressing between us. I 
rose my head up to look at her eyes. They looked up at 
me, almost pleading and I stopped for a moment.

"Tell me you want me. Beg me." She looked almost 
dejected for a moment before the façade fell away and 
she moved her head upwards slightly, licking my lips 
before replying, "Please, I need to feel you in me. I 
want you."

That was all I needed. I leaned down and kissed her, 
timing my tongue entering her mouth (her taste still on 
it) with the entering of something much harder and 
firmer than a tongue. I pressed forward, feeling slight 
resistance, the friction feeling amazing, until I was 
completely inside her. I paused for a moment, enjoying 
the sensations of her gripping me externally and 
internally. 

Her hands, reaching around my back, scratched their way 
down to my thighs and back up, surely leaving some 
marks. I took this as insistence to stop teasing her 
and to begin the end, so to speak. I started moving and 
out of her, slow long strokes, loving her and the 
feeling. 

I kept my eyes locked on hers and with each thrust 
marveled and how incredibly sexy she looked either 
staring back at me, or looking even further upwards in 
pure ecstasy. Her movements downward with each upward 
motion of my own told me to do it more forcefully, and 
so I did. The feeling, though not much different in 
some senses, was multiplied in pleasure, not only in a 
purely physical way, but in part due to her moans, 
timed perfectly with each thrust, and with the noises 
such actions create on their own. 

I quickened the pace, shortening the thrusts but 
increasing the force with each one. Her nails dug in 
even deeper, drawing blood as she reached the peak of 
the evening, and I wasn't far behind her. With one last 
hard push I collapsed onto her, panting heavily as she 
was. I gently licked her behind her ear and down her 
neck and back up to the lips, kissing her there. I 
whispered as I began to push off of her, "You are my 
goddess Miranda."

I meant it too. I didn't know if we'd have anymore 
times like what we'd just had. I prayed we did. I began 
to put my clothes back on, much like a man suits up for 
battle. After I was completely dressed I unlocked the 
bottom desk drawer and pulled out my gun and holster 
and strapped it on. I double checked, it was loaded. 

I looked at her on my way out, still laying on the desk 
breathing heavily, smiling. I asked her where he could 
be found, and she told me. No doubt I'd follow him 
tonight and take care of her problem sooner than 
expected. Before I left, I looked back over my 
shoulder, "I'll be back love. Even if you only did this 
so I'd do what I'm about to, please stay, just until I 
return."

Her eyes flashed. Her smile was all she wore as she 
said, "A goddess never leaves her disciples. I'll be 
here Valentine... Max. Hurry back."

And I did.

END

This is my first work I've ever put online. I'd 
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criticism. If you want to send me something, you can at 
eager21m84@yahoo.com Thanks for reading, hope you 
enjoyed.

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