Chapter 3

I managed to get a room in the same building where the girl lived. It was cheap, too. The guy renting the place took one look at my tits and fell in love with me. I flashed him a temperature-raising smile, then "accidentally" brushed him arm for good measure. Believe me: our hormones were talking to each other. I received just as much a thrill from that initial contact. He was tall, blond and wore tight blue jeans; his T-shirt was like a second skin, exhibiting a furry chest. The mustache and beard pronounced him sexy in my book. It was a shame I was with Rob; I would have probably done him right there behind the counter.

Why do I always run into these hunks when I can't afford the time?

"It's just a studio. Will you be needing it for more than a few hours?" the stud asked me, glancing at Rob in the background.

I leaned against him, planting my pair by those impressive biceps. When I tilted my head, my blonde hair swept down my back. "I don't think that will be enough," I sassed.

"Oh, yeah?" he muttered, grinning. "You're going to be sticking around for a while?"

I gave him the once-over. He knew I was interested. "Sure."

"I get off at seven."

"I'll bet you'd like to get off sooner than that."

He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial level. "You aren't teasing me, are you, doll?" When he was sure Rob wasn't looking, he copped a feel. "You ain't no prick tease?"

I let out a husky laugh, enjoying his manly caress. "Only when it suits me. But don't worry, sweetheart. I never start something I can't finish."

He pointed at Rob. "Are you and him.. .you know?"

"Forget it," I giggled, dismissing Rob with a wave of my hand. "That's my brother."

"Brother?" He studied him closely. "How old is he?"

"Twenty-two, I guess."

"I'm the same age." He scratched his head. "You two normally travel together?"

"Not usually." Just as I was about to invent some slick excuse, the girl from the photograph stepped from the elevator. Wow! She was an absolute knockout, even more so in real life. Those big tits barely stayed inside the barriers of her off-the-shoulder blouse, and her hips moved seductively within skintight stretch pants. The spike heels she wore struck a staccato beat on the linoleum. She stopped briefly to gaze at us, whipping that mane of red hair from one shoulder to the other. Her green eyes were like melting emeralds as they made their assessment; fleeting interest registered when she raked them over me. I recognized similar predatory instinct.

"Hi, Luke," she murmured. "Any messages?"

He consulted a list. "Just one from Mike, confirming your appointment."

I made mental notations, as well as snuck a glance at where his finger stopped in the ledger: Debra Hargrove, apartment 305.

She didn't take her leave that instant, but rather sought further information about me in an offhand fashion. "New tenant?" she questioned with a half-smile.

I nodded. "For a while."

She turned to include Rob in her evaluation. "Hmmmmm. Fascinating." Before we could be introduced to one another, a hot-looking brunette entered the lobby. Her gorgeous face recorded surprise at seeing the redhead. The redhead sniffed in her direction, then exited toward the parking lot. The brunette, ostensibly hurt, took the elevator. Dejection seemed to transcend her mood.

"What was all that about?" I asked Luke.

"You don't want to know," he said, reaching inside the drawer for a key.

I decided not to pursue it. Further questioning might have caused him to be suspicious.

He glanced at my signature. "Is your name really Honey?"

"Don't you like it?"

"Sure. It suits you." His appreciative gaze didn't waver. "I hope you like the place. You're going to be next door to the redhead. She's generally quiet, so you shouldn't anticipate any trouble."

My lips curved. This was exactly what I hoped to accomplish. I wondered about the elderly relative that snitched on her. Gus didn't mention whether it was a man or woman. I'd have to give him a call and meet with that person for further details.

Luke didn't readily surrender the keys to me. "Seven o'clock, here?" he asked, setting his condition.

I was amused by his persistence. "We'll see," I whispered, snatching them from his grasp, then added a wink. "Wait around a couple of minutes; being late is an unfortunate habit of mine."

He nodded, studying the shape of my ass in relation to the rest of me. Without question, he liked what he saw. "No problem."

The studio came fully furnished. There was even a VCR and stereo at our disposal. I ran down the street to a movie rental place and got a few videos for Rob. "Here," I announced, stacking them on top of the television. "These ought to keep you busy."

"What the fuck?" he blurted, eyeing the titles. "Sherlock Holmes? Charlie Chan? The Thin Man? Give me a break."

"They're my heros," I mentioned, sliding one into the machine. "When I was a girl, I was a sucker for Nancy Drew."

"I would have figured you for Valley of Dolls," he cracked. "Or perhaps, The Sensuous Woman."

I wasn't the least riled by his comment. "I've got a call to make, then a couple of errands to run. Be a good boy and stay put."

Ten minutes later, I caught him getting involved with Charlie Chan. He actually looked transfixed. I had considered getting him some spicier stuff, but resolved that he would probably want me to suck his cock when I got back. I had enough work ahead of me without that distraction.

Gus didn't have a clue on the elderly relative. "That's the story I got from her brother."

"Maybe I ought to speak to him," I proposed.

"He doesn't want to be incriminated. Your surveillance of his sister is supposed to be top secret."

I rolled my eyes. "Am I supposed to figure out all this stuff with my crystal ball."

"Either that or punt." I sighed. "You're a pain in my ass, Gus."

"Now there's a thought."

"You wish." I slammed down the phone. Big help he was! I decided to perform a little investigation of my own. "I'll be back in a half-hour," I called out to Rob.

Rob didn't even hear me. Charlie Chan was revealing his latest suspicions as to'who might be the murderer. I sniggered, then slipped out before I was noticed.

The building had a fourth floor-its highest level. It was my assumption the elderly relative lived in one of those apartments. It would afford the best view of the parking lot, too, in the event of the limousine's arrival. I realized it was a shot in the dark, but, hey, I had to start somewhere.

Just as I got off the elevator and was about to turn the corner, that sassy brunette we encountered in the lobby leaned out her door. Her dark pupils glowed with recognition after spotting me. Before I could make a peep, she crooked her finger.

What's going on? I wondered, unable to resist her invitation. Intuition told me she had information about Debra Hargrove.

"Hurry, get inside," she whispered urgently to me. "Before someone sees you."

I couldn't understand the hurry, but followed instructions.

She shut the door behind me. "You're Honey Best, aren't you?"

Did my reputation proceed me? "How did you know?"

"I'm the one who called Deb's brother." I raised a brow, then laughed. "You 're the elderly relative?"

"There's a reason for the deception. I didn't want word to circulate that I blew the whistle. Deb's gotten herself in deep trouble, mixing with the wrong crowd. I've placed myself in danger, revealing as much."

"She doesn't appear to be that innocent."

"She's not-anymore."

"Maybe we better sit down and have a talk. None of this seems to jive." This chick confused the hell out of me. I wished she wasn't so hot-her looks were quite disarming. The top she wore was unbuttoned, revealing a very tasty cleavage. I wanted to stick my head in there, but curbed the impulse. I didn't want to scare the girl.

The brunette gestured to her sofa. She certainly lacked modesty as she sat with her legs spread. The miniskirt she wore was hiked up several inches, affording me an appetizing glimpse of her crotch. She wore black satin panties with frilly lace. Mmmmmmmm. I always wanted to rip a pair open with my teeth, but decided I wouldn't fulfill that longstanding fantasy with this girl.

"First off," I mentioned, after joining her, "who are you?"

"Jasmine Skye. Everyone knows me as Jazz."

"What is your relationship with Deb?"

"We were once roommates. We shared a place in Chicago, then moved out this way when Deb's company transferred her."

"You're no longer together?"

Jazz shook her head. "She wanted breathing room. She's been fiercely independent to a fault. Deb always refused to accept help, particularly when the going got rough."

This was beginning to sound a bit like a romance on the skids. Were Jazz and Deb lovers? It excited me to think this stunning babe was into pussy. The thought of her licking me curled my toes and almost put a big smile on my face. I opted not to dwell on the subject in event that wasn't her cup of tea. "Tell me about this boyfriend."

"He's a mobster," Jazz complained. "A hired thug."

"Have you seen him? Can you describe him for me?"

Jazz seemed unwilling to fashion that sketch. Her long, slender fingers flailed, then dropped to her sides. "I've never seen him close up."

"Then how do you know of his background?"

"She bragged about it to me." Jazz reached for my thigh and squeezed it. I didn't quite take it as positive affirmation of sexual preference. "Deb loves to gloat." The bitterness was easy to spot in her tone.

"I expect she takes your friendship for granted," I consoled.

"She's never appreciated anything in her fucking life, the bitch. I gave up a perfectly good job so she wouldn't feel lonely out here." A single tear streamed down her cheek. "She was never like this before the move."

I slid next to her. The second our thighs touched, things got electrical. I could feel the sparks of desire. "Hey, get a grip on yourself. It'll be okay, doll. Don't sweat it."

Jazz's arms went around me. I wasn't prepared for the kiss-or the tongue, for that matter.

Naturally I accepted both with good manners. "Mmmmmmmmmmm."

I suppose, in the back of my mind, I was wondering if this was part of a set-up. That lasted two minutes, tops. Her tongue got me so horny, I put the balance of my questions on hold. Jazz's lips were soft, provoking. She had her hand up my skirt before I could take another breath. Ohhhhhhhhh. My warm, wet pussy was her target. She sank a finger into me, working past my damp panties.

"You're so juicy," she murmured, breaking our passion-rich embrace but a moment. "Jesus, Honey, I can't help myself. I've got to have you."

"It's okay," I whispered, caressing her billowy globe as it reached past the unbutton portion of her blouse. Her tit filled my hand nicely. I thumbed the outline of the nipple, inspiring its growth. The delectable nub swelled through the material. I elicited soft moans as I fondled her. Jazz was a delicious handful.

By endorsing her first, sizzling move, Jazz proceeded more feverishly. She was without conscience, lowering her face between my legs. Pulling back the section of my panties that covered my snatch, she made delightful communication with her tongue. I sank onto my back, overcome by that first, mind-rending slurp.

"Oh, Jazz," I gasped, shivering as that hungry tip dove into me. She sliced right into my hot crevice, dabbing at my juices. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Reviewing my secret thoughts during our discussion, I hadn't expected such fast service. I writhed against the sofa, subdued by the rhythm she effected.

Jazz gulped down my excitement as quickly as it was manufactured. I couldn't help but ooze into that attached mouth. My clit burned at the wriggle of those persistent lips. She teased my love button to a highly disturbed level. My eyes rolled up in their sockets as I was subjected to a flurry of prickling tension.

Although I was glad to have Jazz eat me, I wanted to reciprocate. I didn't want to wait until I spasmed in her gorgeous face; I wanted her now.

We were arranged in a wanton configuration to start, but after a moment's squirming, we changed position. I managed to maneuver myself to her cunt without detaching that pleasure-giving tongue. Jazz must have known of my intent, for she lent assistance. Her thighs went around my face in one fluent motion. Once again, I was of the impression Jazz was no stranger to this form of sexual recreation.

"Eat me," she sobbed. "Suck my pussy."

Jazz's panties were far more elaborate than mine. I wore simple silk; she wore black satin with snaps and frilly lace. Her undergarments were designed for sport. I undid the snaps, then reached in there with my tongue. Her soaked, pink flesh greeted me.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, shuddering as I plunged into hot opening.

My eager tip divided her cunt lips with breathless precision. I traced that succulent barrier, deriving satisfaction from her tortured gasps. Either she had never had her pussy sucked so exquisitely, or it had been a long while since her last session. I was unbothered by either reflection. Her flavor turned me on big time.

Jazz recovered shortly thereafter. Her tongue returned to my pussy, giving it her all. She thrilled me with several uninterrupted moments of intense licking. I sustained a high I didn't think possible for someone of my vast experience. I, in turn, mouthed her until her quivering became almost uncontrolled. Our frenzied laps and arousing scents filled the room.

"More," I whispered, enjoying the commotion between my legs. I held securely to those slim thighs, weathering the storm before descending upon the source of her sweet nectar. "Mmmmmmm. You taste so good, Jazz. Oh yeah."

"Ohhhhhhhh," Jazz whimpered, overwhelmed by my artistic flair. She came up for air, panting while I fucked her with my tongue. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes, Honey. Do that. Keep doing that to me. Feels so good."

Her erect nipples dug into my flesh. The sensation was electrifying. Having those big tits thumping against me made me numb.

"Suck it," I commanded, jamming my pussy to her mouth. "Suck it, Jazz."

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she responded, with tip fluttering over every aching part. "Mmmmmmm."

"Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Jazz, baby. Yes! Eat me. Make me cum with that hot tongue."

Jazz was quite the expert. She exhibited a style that robbed me of oxygen. Those delicate, knowledgeable fingertips made my pulse race. Her touch was searing. I somehow coped with the rush she afforded so I could retaliate. My subsequent slobberings were a shock to her system. I tongued her long and steady, listening to her drone of ecstasy. Her pussy, warm and willing, consistently came back to my face.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "More, Honey. More!"

"I know where it feels good," I bragged, giving her more of the same. She loved every stroke. Her cunt got even more juicy, reacting from my slippery tongue. "Oh, yeah, Jazz. Let me eat it. Let me suck your pussy."

Jazz didn't last much longer. She came, smearing my cheeks and nose with her drippings. Her squeals stirred me. "Oh, Honey. Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming, Honey, I'm cumming-"

She was tough to keep steady, jerking about, but I cupped her shapely buttocks and fed from her quivering mound. If she thought orgasm would stop me, she was wrong. I planned on making her cum several times.

When her final throes ended, Jazz went down on me with startling energy. Her tongue sank into my cunt so deeply, I trembled. While I assumed her strength had flagged, she was merely warming up to the task. She began licking me as though nothing short of my orgasm would bring her satisfaction. I quickly answered those frantic slurps, letting pussy and tongue join in heated battle. Stale air was trapped in my lungs. I got dizzy, ablaze with sweltering desire.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I whimpered, opening my legs to receive that hot, thrusting tongue. Adrenaline pumped madly through my veins as she speared through juicy tissue. Jesus, she was good. Each successive lash and nibble augmented her command. I almost lost it when she attacked my clit. Her blistering pucker more than sapped my strength. I clawed my nails, then plunged them into the sofa. "Oh, God-"

"Mmmmmmmmm," she vibrated through my soppage.

I was completely in her power. I gave myself over to the pleasuring suck she vented. I tried to go down on her again, but failed. The yearning, building between my legs and extending to every vessel, destroyed that impulse.

I arched my back, then shoved my pussy in her face. I moved my hips frantically to heighten gratification. Her saliva-drenched lips vigorously rubbed my cunt flesh, sending me into orbit. At last, I went over the edge. I came, right in the bitch's face.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned, shuddering with orgasm. "Ohhhhhhh! Oh Jazz, baby. Yes! Ohhhhh!" Jazz took my deafening cries as a positive sign.

She took a moment to savor my joy. "No wonder you call yourself Honey. Your taste says it all."

My lips curved. "That was incredible."

Purring, she massaged her pussy. "You didn't do a bad job yourself."

She looked so happy, I almost felt guilty about returning to the thread of mission: Debra Hargrove and her whereabouts. "Do you have a clue as to where Deb goes at night?"

Jazz flinched. She hadn't expected a revisitation of the topic this soon. "No, I've only seen the limousine."

"That's all you've reported to her brother?"

She nodded.

"I don't get it. You're convinced he's affiliated with the Mob and that he's bringing her to some mysterious place."

"Remember, I'm going by what she's told me. I assume he's taking her to his place."

"I guess I'll have to figure out where that is-and what they do there."

"Will you photograph them?"

I smiled. "In living color. And if you're a good girl, I'll show you the pictures before I send them off to her brother."

"I don't know if I want to see them."

Her pained expression reinforced my theory they were sexually involved. After spending the last twenty minutes against her tongue, I didn't doubt it for a minute. Jazz's stake in the investigation stemmed from jealousy. I imagined she got Debra

Hargrove's brother hopping mad over the incident with the gangster, but deleted all mention of their female mischief.

"What time does the limo arrive?" I asked.

"Around eight."

"You've never tried to follow them?"

She shivered. "Deb would spot me in a minute. Besides, I'm afraid of what she'd have her bloodthirsty mobster boyfriend do."

I giggled. So they send me, the "dumb twat," to piece it together. If I wasn't obligated to do this for Gus, I'd charge him a fortune.

"Okay," I sighed. "I'll keep an eye out at eight."