Part I
By Chantal
I grabbed my overcoat and briefcase and headed for the door when suddenly it flew open. In walked a man, didn't know him, never saw him a day in my life. I stepped back and sat my briefcase down. "May I help you? I asked.
Breathlessly he asked, "You're a P.I. right?"
"That's what the sign says out front."
"Good, I need your help."
I leaned against the desk watching the moonlight shine on his face. I couldn't help but inwardly smile. He was gorgeous, at least I thought so in the moonlight, but I was too tired to investigate further; home is where I wanted to be. "Look I'm sorry, but could you come back tomorrow. I was just about ready to leave."
"Ma'am, please." his voice cracked.
I hated when men begged. A weakness. I laid my coat across a chair and turned on my desk lamp. I was right, he was gorgeous. Deep brown eyes, incredible lips, and the wildest curly hair I'd ever seen What I could do to him. Maybe a good fuck wasn't totally out of reach.
"Ma'am?" he called.
I shook my head from my erotic thoughts and took a deep breath. "What's your name?"
"Micky...Micky Dolenz."
"Have a seat, Mr. Dolenz."
He sat and hung his head down. I studied him, watching the nerves in his jaw flex. He was worried, very worried. I know; I've been there. I sat on top of my desk and removed a pack of cigarettes from my purse. "Okay, why do you need me?"
"Someone close to me is missing."
Dammit, I thought, girlfriend or wife. I knew he was too good to be true. "Who is it?"
"His name is Davy...actually David Jones. Davy for short."
I raised my eyebrow. Not a female, thank God.
"How long has he been missing?"
"About a week. He left our pad and I haven't seen him since."
"You two live together? I questioned.
"Yes, Davy, I, and two other guys."
I nodded my head, "Well, Mr. Dolenz, a week isn't a long time. Maybe you should wait a few more days and see if he turns up."
"No, it's not like him to leave me...I mean us without letting one of us know where he's going, and when he'd be back." he whined.
I lit a cigarette and offered him one. He shook his head, no. I opened up my notepad, "Describe him."
Micky stood and began to pace, "He's about 5'3, 135lbs., brown hair. He was wearing a red shirt and blue pants."
"You say he's your roommate, correct?"
He hesitated, "Yes, roommate and... best friend."
I blew a stream of smoke. I noticed the pause before he answered. A definite story.
"Give me a list of places or hangouts he would visit. I handed him a sheet of paper and a pen and watched him quickly jot down a bunch of names and addresses he believed Davy would have gone.
He handed me the paper and placed his hands behind his back. "Now what?"
"Now I decide whether or not I'm taking the case."
Micky slowly approached me. "What would convince you to take the case?" his voice lowered.
I looked directly into his eyes as I crossed my legs. He stood only inches from my bent knee.
"Umm... why... how did you find me? I asked.
"I heard youre the best." his hand accidentally touched my leg, or was it an accident?
"Really? I answered coolly although my body was getting hotter. I slid off the desk, my body pressing against his. I knew he could tell how turned on I was, God knows I knew how aroused he was. "Well, Mr. Dolenz, I will help you, but I work alone. I don't need a partner or a sidekick. This is not a game. A persons life will be in my hands, and since youare not a trained professional, I don't need you."
His eyes never moved from mines. "Yes, ma'am."
"I'm warning you, fuck up and it's over. Understand?"
"Yes"
I squeezed past him and walked behind my desk. I handed him my business card. "You may call me anytime, day or **night**. I stressed night.
"Okay." he opened the door and said, "Thanks." before leaving.
I sat down and opened my casebook. "CASE #658, MISSING PERSON. SUBJECT: DAVID JONES. REPORTED BY: MICKY DOLENZ. VISIT 10:00 P.M. MUST FIND OUT RELATION BETWEEN JONES/DOLENZ DURING INVESTIGATION."
10:35 p.m. I finally head home.
~~~
9 a.m., I walked inside my office, tired from the night before. My secretary already with five messages stacked on my desk and a glass of chilled orange juice waiting for me. She's so efficient, the bitch. I
open up my casebook to my new case marked JONES, D. and realize I should have gotten a photo of the man. Dammit! Whatever. Just an excuse for Mr. Dolenz to drop by. How sexy can one man be? A little skinny, but he has that tight ass that I just can't resist
My office door swings open, in walks Micky. He knocks all of my things from my desk and comes to me. He pulls me close and kisses me, passionately. My heart races; my body on fire. His hand cups my breast, squeezing it, while his mouth trails down my neck, licking and sucking. I lift my right leg allowing his other hand to explore under my skirt. Without warning, he rips off my panties.
"Ahh... I moan. He gives a wicked smile.
I hop on top of my desk. He leans me back and quickly unzips his pants. Like a caged animal, I rip off his white shirt and toss it aside and help him lower his tan striped pants. I pull him on me and open my legs, eagerly inviting him in. I feel his hard, hot cock thrust inside me. I close my eyes and suck in my breath. I grab a hold to the end of the desk taking a fuck I've so desperately needed and desired for so long. His kisses are like magic, his hands touching me in places no other man dared. I look into his eyes deep, brown eyes and..."
"Chantal? Chantal?"
I opened my eyes and there stands my secretary, Julie, the bitch. I remove my hand from inside my skirt and sit up. "Yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
Just fucking horny as hell, that's all. I grab my lighter and a pack of cigarette from my purse. "I'm fine. What can I do for you, Julie?"
"I called Mr. Dolenz and asked him to bring a photo of David Jones for the file."
She scares me. Maybe she should be running this goddamn agency. "Thankyou Julie."
She proudly walked out. She's a bitch and she knows it. That's why I hired her, not to mention she's very helpful at times when I needed a quick fix.
"So, Mr. Dolenz is visiting me today? Good. The sooner I start this case, the sooner I can find out what the Dolenz/Jones connection is. I walked to the bathroom to freshen up. That fantasy felt so real, I swear I had an orgasm.
Twenty minutes later, Julie walks in with Micky. I smoothed down my skirt and walked around my desk. "What brings you by? I asked, although I already knew.
"I have a photo of Davy. It's a recent one."
"Cute. I complimented.
"Thanks."
"Not you, Davy."
"Oh, yeah, he is." he turned away. "So, are you starting today?"
"Eager huh? I joked.
"Ready, willing and very able." his eyes fixed on my open shirt that I forgot to button up.
"I bet you are. I called Julie. "Please, come in."
Within seconds, Julie sashayed inside, "Yes, ma'am?"
"Please put Mr. Jones' picture inside his file."
She smiled at Micky, "Yes, ma'am." The bitch! I grabbed my purse, "Thanks for dropping by. I'll be on my way."
"Are you sure you wanna..."
"Do this alone? I interrupted. "Remember the rules, Mr. Dolenz. Don't break them before I even get started."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Call me Chantal."
"Yes, ma...I mean, Chantal." Micky escorted me out to my car. "I'll call and let you know if I've found anything."
"Okay."
~~~
10:07 a.m. Thursday morning, my first official day in the search for David Jones.
I removed the list of places Micky had written down from my purse. The first name, the Graybar Club. That was only a few blocks away. I turned on the radio in my black mustang and headed to the club.
I pulled in front of a black and silver building. A few cars were parked out front. Probably the managers. I grabbed my purse and walked inside. It was a very beautiful place. Mirrored walls, a huge chandelier in the foyer, and multi-colored flowers in each corner - pretty fancy.
"Hello? I called. I continued to look around. "Hello? I quietly opened the door marked, private. To my surprise, in full view, there was a tall, muscular man receiving what seemed to be a satisfying blowjob from a skinny little blond dude kneeling completely naked in front of him. His cock wasn't very long, but thick and the blond guy's mouth was stretched beyond limits. The big guy pumped his cock in and out, moaning loudly. My eyes looked at both men. Interesting. I never gave a guy a blowjob that well. I'm off my game. I leaned against the wall waiting for the performance to be over. I have a job to do and whatever it takes, I have to do it.
The big man opened his eyes from his pleasure and turned towards the door.
"Hi. I greeted.
"What....do you ....want?" he moaned.
"I need a little information."
"Like to join us? I'd like to get into that pussy." he licked his lips.
"As flattering as that sounds, I just have a few questions to ask."
"I'm busy."
The blond man grabbed the big man's ass and sucked him deeper and deeper.
"Mmmmm!"
I folded my arms and sighed, "How long will this last? I've got things to do."
"What?!" the big asked.
"Do you know a David Jones?"
"Never heard of him."
"Davy Jones?"
"No..."
The blond man stood up and turned the big man around. He rubbed his long, lean cock against the man's ass. Totally oblivious to my presence, he slowly entered the big man's ass. Boldly I walked inside the room and removed Davy's picture from my purse. "Have you seen him?"
The big man vigorously shook his head, "Yes, yes..."
"When?"
The blond man thrusted further and further inside. The big man didn't answer.
"When?! I asked.
"A few days ago. He left with some guy....I ...don't...know...where...."
"Yeah, yeah...thanks. I put the pic back inside my purse. "Thanks for everything. I slapped the big guys ass and walked out.
I drove to a phone booth and called Julie. "I'm on my way back. I need a drink waiting for me as soon as I walk in!"
"Chantal, Mr. Dolenz's is here waiting for you."
"Why? I groaned.
"Not sure."
"Fine. I slammed the phone down.
I hopped back in my car and headed back to the office.
I arrived back totally pissed off. Why in the hell would Micky be here? He's acting like a fucking lost puppy. Time to put him in his place. I pull up beside this sleek, red GTO where Micky is leaning
against. That car couldn't possibly be his. He reminds me of a boy who still lives at home with momma; breast milk still on his breath. I get out of the car. "What are you doing here?"
"Found Davy?" he asked.
"Do you see him?!"
"What's taking you so long?" he whined.
How fucking annoying can he be? I shake my head and walk in the building. What the hell is his problem? He gives me the job less than 24 hours ago and he expects me to find him like some magician or psychic, or whatever. Fuck him!
"Chantal? Julie called.
"I'm busy! I slam my office door and walk to my desk. Throwing myself on my oversize leather desk chair, I grab my pack of cigarettes from my purse. All of sudden, my office door opens. Just as I figured, in walks Micky.
"Ma'am listen, I'm sorry. I'm just worried."
"Whatever. The case if over. Go find Davy Jones on your own."
"Please?" he begged. "I...I mean, we are worried."
"NO!"
He walked around the desk and stood next to me. "I'll do anything to get you to help me." he reached in his pocket. "I got fifteen dollars. Is that enough?"
I wave my hand, "Put your money in your pocket. If I wanted you to pay me, I would have demanded my fee up front."
He sat on the edge of the desk swinging his foot. "What can I do then?"
I took a drag from my cigarette and leaned back in my chair. "I could be straight forward and tell you to be smart and read my mind. I propped my legs on top of the desk and looked directly in his eyes.
Micky placed his hand on my ankle and softly dragged his fingertips up my bare leg, up my thigh, stopping at the hem of my skirt. Nice touch. He repeated his journey up and down my leg several times inching further and further under my skirt. I didn't stop him. Hell, I hope he'd find something under there he likes.
I uncross my legs, allowing him to explore not so unchartered territory. His eyes never left mines. An obvious power trip, to see if I could handle this. He was definitely in for it, because no one knew my will
power like me. There was no way I'd let him win this game.
His hand touched the silk of my damp panties. Stay calm, girl. Let him squirm. His hand was cold. I smile. I knew soon it will warm up. I open my legs a bit more, raising my skirt up higher. We're still
eyeing each other. Damn, he's as stubborn as I am. He starts gently rubbing the very thin fabric between my legs. I take a take another drag from my cigarette trying to control myself.
"We'll you now continue the case?" he asked.
I place my hand over his applying more pressure. "No. I reply calmly.
He takes a deep breath. Oh poor baby, I guess I'm frustrating him. A slow smile develops on his face as he moves his hand inside my panties. "Couldn't get any wetter." he smirked.
"Yes, I could."
"Really?"
"Really."
He removed my legs from the desk and drops to one knee. He moved my panties to the side and begins to tease me with his hot tongue. Oh shit! I hadn't expected this. I haven't had a good tongue lashing in months and it was only a matter of time before I'd lose control. I open my legs wider, grabbing his mess of black curls.
"Oh yeah, dammit, lick that juicy pussy. I mumble. I take his hand and suck his index finger. If only he knew how well I could blow that delicious cock of his. Someday, he'll know...
He slides his wet finger inside my incredibly wet snatch, wiggling it deeper and deeper inside. His tongue still working nothing but magic. Okay, you can do this girl. You can control yourself, but how? I know he feels he has me under his spell, and fuck it he does, but I can't let him know this.
"Will you allow me to finish my job without you interfering? I asked breathlessly.
He didn't respond. He continued his task. I held on tightly to the side of the chair biting my lower lip, cumming like crazy, but no sound escapes my lips.
Micky, licking his lips, looks at me, "So does this mean you've decided to continue searching for Davy?"
I sat up and grabbed Micky's shirt collar and planted a long, deep kiss on his lips. Our tongues dancing to our own groove. I push him away. "Yeah, I've decided to continue. I stand and place the cigarette back in between my lips. "You may go, Mr. Dolenz."
He boldly removed the cigarette from my mouth and took a drag. "I'll talk to you later."
Finally he's gone. I take a deep breath, still feeling that beautiful tongue playing perfectly in my pussy. I straighten my skirt and remove the list from my purse. My office door opens again, in walks Julie. Just
what I need after what I just went through.
"Chantal?"
"What Julie?"
"It's about David Jones."
"What about David Jones? I ask.
"I know where he is."
I fold my arms. "Where, Sherlock?"
"The Mission."
I glance down at the list laying on my desk. Place number three. "How do you know?"
"Gotta tip from a friend of mines. He's been there for nearly a week."
I tap the heel of my shoe. The bitch! If this pans out, I have to give her a raise. She deserves it, dammit. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier? I questioned.
"I tried, but you stormed passed me." she placed her hand on her hip. "By the looks of Mr. Dolenz, when he walked out, you had other things on your mind."
I take it back. Fucking, sarcastic cunt! She gets absolutely nothing from me. "Thank you Julie. I grab my purse and on to the Mission I go.
~~~
Driving to the "Mission" allowed me to think about why I was going through all this trouble for a total stranger. He was a nice kid, but was I using him? Maybe I should have accepted the fifteen dollars and not turned myself into a cheap slut. Had I hit rock bottom? I would have never lowered myself to this back in the day. I became a private investigator after spending eight years of my life on the police force. Made it to Chief of Detectives; pretty damn good for a young, black girl, but the night of Michael Matthew's murder changed my life forever.
Michael Matthews was a police officer for four years, a detective for only two. He had so much potential. I remember standing next to his grave wondering what I'd done wrong. He was my responsibility, but I let him down. I couldn't get any help from the department in finding out who killed this wonderful, loving, talented man. I found it hard to believe when one of our own was gunned down, there was no one willing to help me find his killer. It didn't take me long to realize that in order to fully throw myself into this personal investigation, I had to quit the force. Handing in my badge and gun was one of the hardest things I had to do, but to achieve what I did in such time, made it difficult to make the decision to leave.
Two months after my departure, I opened my own P.I. agency and immediately went to work on Michael's murder. Nearly two years later, I hit pay dirt. After endless hours of road and footwork, interviews, and stakeouts, I found the truth. Michael was killed by a fellow police officer simply because he was instructed by our then Chief of Police. Seems he had a problem with Michael being homosexual and he made it clear, no gays were allowed in his department. As racist as he was, I was surprised he didn't have me bumped off.
After years of searching and agonizing, I was able to put Michael to rest, but it wasn't until Micky barged into my office that I started this strange behavior. I don't know why. Maybe because of the wild curly
hair, although Micky's was slightly curlier than Michael's. Maybe it's the name, Micky, short for Michael? Come to think of it, they have the same innocent smile; deep brown eyes...OH GOD, he's the splitting
imagine of Michael. I hadn't realized until now. When I'm looking at Micky, I'm looking at Michael. If I had realized this sooner I would have told Micky no, but I can't walk away now. I gave him my word.
~~~
3:26 p.m. I arrived at the Mission. I stepped out of the car to survey my surroundings. It sure wasn't the place it used to be. It was the hottest gay club in town, now a slum for gay men to have paid sex with prostitutes with drug problems. I pulled out my photo of Davy and opened the door. A strong stench was present as I walked inside. Holding my breath, I walked up to what use to be a bar. "Anyone here? I asked, still holding my breath. "Hello?! I called. There was tap a on my shoulder.
"No, girls allowed unless...you're no girl."
I rolled my eyes, "I'm here on business, and you are?"
"Doug. I own this joint, he laughed. "We don't service girls."
"Obviously. I removed my badge. "I'm a P.I."
"A dick?" he laughed.
"Yeah, something you don't have."
"You really a P.I?" he asked.
"Yes, I am, and I'm looking for him. I presented the photo. "Do you know him or seen him around?"
"I don't know," he said while holding out the palm of his hand.
I hated this. I handed him a five. "Yeah, I've seen him around."
"Rumor has it, his here. I replied.
"I'm not sure." he held his hand out again. I sigh and hand him another five. "He's here. Who's looking for him?"
"I am."
"I protect my favorite customers. I need to know who's asking for him?"
"Tell him Micky."
Doug looked me up and down for a moment and smiled, "Sure babe. I'll bet."
Great, ten dollars down the shit hole and I have a feeling Doug has no idea who or where Davy is. I took a seat at the bar and reach in my pocket for my last cigarette. Dammit, no lighter! Just as well.
"May I? I turned to my left. There stood Davy holding a struck match.
I lean towards the flame, "Thanks."
"I 'eard you are looking for me." he asked.
"Not me, but your friends are."
Davy sat next to me and lit up his own cigarette. "Wonder why?" he whispered.
"My thought, 'cause he misses you."
Davy raised his eyebrow, "Did he explain why I left in the first place?"
"No, he didn't."
"I wonder why?"
"Because it's not my business. I'm just here to collect you."
"Micky doesn't know what he wants, at all!"
"If you're so upset," I sighed, " tell me what happened. I crossed my legs.
"Okay..." he sat next to me. It was the day after the first time Micky and I... made love." he looked at me to see my reaction.
There wasn't one. "And?"
"Oh, it was something very special and I'll never forget it, but apparently he has."
"Explain."
"I had just gotten home from surfing. I thought the pad was kind of quiet. I called out for Peter, one of our roommates, he didn't answer. I went into our bedroom, and he wasn't there. I ran upstairs and 'eard noises coming from Mike, our other roommate, and MIcky's room. Assuming it was Mike and some girl, I started to walk away, giving them their privacy, when I 'eard Micky's voice. I quietly opened the door and to my surprise, there was Mike kneeled behind Micky, banging 'im while Micky was blowing some guy I've never seen!"
Oh poor dude, I could see how this would hurt, but I really wasn't interested in his love life. I needed to get his ass back to his friends. "Look Davy, I know this hurts, but you can't dwell on this. Think of your
friendship."
"I can't face them!" he yelled.
"Yes, you can. They're worried about you. Micky even hired me to find you."
"Nice." he hopped off the barstool. "When you see him, tell him to go to hell!"
"You won't have to. Micky said. I turned around and there he stood with his hands in his pockets.
"How did you know I was here? Davy asked.
"He followed me. I shook my head. "You two need to talk. I patted Micky on the shoulder and left.
~~~
10:45 p.m. I sat on the side of the bed combing my hair. I knew my job was over now that Micky and Davy were, what I hoped, back together. I hadn't heard from Micky since leaving the Mission. I missed him, a lot. I was already breaking my number one rule. Never fall for a client. A big no, no, but I had, Then again, maybe I wasn't falling for him, but for Michael. I was always attracted him... no, it was Micky. There's something about that skinny boy that drives me crazy.
KNOCK-KNOCK went the door. I closed my robe and walk down stairs.
"Yeah?"
"Chantal, it's Micky."
At this hour? "Micky what do you want?"
"To speak to you."
I opened the door. "How did you know where I lived?"
"I asked Julie."
The bitch. Remember to fire her tomorrow. I invited him in. "Okay, what do you want."
"To thank you for finding Davy."
I laughed, "Actually I didn't. You just followed me."
"True, but I just wanted to thank you for even taking the case. I know I was a pain in the ass."
"Yeah, you were. Everything okay with you and Davy?"
He approached me and touched the side of my face, "Great. Had terrific sex tonight."
"Really? I pushed his hand away. "Glad to hear that. So, why aren't you with him enjoying your reunion?"
"Because, I had business to take care of." he untied my robe and slid his arm around my waist.
"Business? I asked while unbuttoning his shirt.
"Yes." he mumbled in my neck. He pulled me close and kissed me deeply. He quickly removed my robe and trailed his mouth down my neck to my shoulders, sliding down the straps of my gown.
I wiggled out of my gown and stepped out of it. Breathlessly I whisper, "Upstairs, now!"
He picked me up and carried me up the stairs. Our mouths devouring each other. Inside my bedroom, I kneeled on the bed removing the remaining articles of Micky's clothes, throwing them about the room. I so desperately wanted this man, and I knew how he desired me. I kissed his chest, licking and sucking his nipples. I kissed lower and lower, holding on to his waist. His cock, staring at me, waited for me to do whatever I wanted to it. I teasingly lick the head, my hands still holding his waist. "Want more? I asked.
"Yeah." he groaned.
"Does Davy tease you like this? I drag my tongue up the shaft of his cock.
"No, no he doesn't." he moaned.
"You liar!"
I take my hands and touch the thick black pubic hair surrounding his nice hard cock. "You love him, Micky?"
"He's my best friend. Yeah, I love him."
"So, why are you here? I asked as I slide my mouth over his swollen member.
"Cuz, I want you, he whispered.
His cock felt so good in my mouth, just like I knew it would. My hand followed my mouth up and down, moving slowly. He thrusted himself further in my mouth, taking as much as I could. God, he tasted so good, I didn't want to stop, but I did. I scooted back on the bed as he crawled on too. I laid him down, climbed on top of him, and straddled his waist. Micky ripped off my panties and tossed them to the floor. Grabbing my nipple in his mouth, while massaging my other nipple, I lowered myself down and took him inside me. I deeply sighed. I leaned forward, holding on to Micky's wrists, as our bodies danced together. The harder I grinded this magnificent specimen, the tighter I held his wrists. A pure turn on for me. I felt in control, something I never felt with the other guys I had sex with. I could see Micky grimace with pain, but I didn't care. With all his strength he forced me over on my back and thrusted inside me, pulling out, then thrusting harder and harder back inside. He held my wrists this time. Another power struggle between us. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, arching my back
in ecstasy. Orgasm after orgasm flooded my body. I knew I was at a point of no return. He was mine, and I wasn't about to let him go. Micky buried his head in my neck, groaning loudly in my ear, shooting his hot load inside me. It was then when he released my wrists. He laid there for a moment, breathing hard.
"You know you're mine now. I whispered.
He nodded in agreement.
"Good. Davy will never have you like I do."
"But..." he protested as he rolled off.
"You're mine, Micky. I kissed him. "Not Davy's, understand?!"
"Yeah, I understand."
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