Hart and Bowman PI by 012Say
Discover the sizzling erotic tale of "Hart and Bowman, PI," where passion ignites amidst intrigue and temptation. Dive into a thrilling journey of love, lust, and mystery as two detectives uncover more than just secrets in this steamy sex story. Perfect for fans of romance and suspense—read now for an unforgettable experience!<br/>
No new ground here. A common way to get caught – but never as portrayed in this tale.
Hart and Bowman is not Spade and Archer, but my hart (sic) was in the right place. Hart is a key to this tale that shows although justice delayed is justice denied, the same does not hold true with revenge.
In the Matter of Doris Watson
It was a slow day. Fortunately, I do not have many of those anymore. My business is thriving. I am Hugh Hart, of Hart and Bowman, private investigators. The first few years were lean, but we got it going and for the last six years things have been good.
I decided today was a good day to go through my computer and get the inactive crap backed up and off to our server. Much of surveillance work is gathering videos which now are ubiquitous. If you are not careful, soon you have terabytes of footage of inactive parking lots, empty bedrooms, and countless other stages – awaiting the scene to begin.
I looked at the folders on the screen. One popped out at me. Doris Watson. Of all people, Doris stands out in my mind. For one thing, my business is what it is due to the boost I got from Doris. For another, in my years in this business, Doris is as close to pure evil as anyone I have ever come across. I had no idea why her file would be among my active ones.
I opened the folder. There were more than a screen-full of files, all videos. The most recent one was dated Thursday, yesterday. I started the video.
It was Doris, fucking some guy, who was holding the camera. She was on all fours, and he was behind her. She had her head on the mattress, turned to her left looking back at him. He panned quickly to the point of action and slapped her ass with his free hand. Doris is a kinky one. I know, the camera the lover is using is her cell phone. She loves to watch personalized porn.
I closed the video and looked at the screen. Video after video, thirteen of them dated very recently. I decided to call Jim Watson, who had hired me to catch his wife fucking around.
I found Jim’s contact information and called. “Jim, Hugh Hart…”
“Hugh? Oh, yes, I’ve not heard from you for a while.”
“I think it’s the better part of six years, as I recall.”
“Sounds about right. If I may ask, Hugh, why are you calling, now?”
“I would rather not talk about it over the phone. But I just came across some recent videos of Doris, face down and ass up, as they say, I would like to talk about them.”
The phone was quiet. I gave him some time. I knew this would not be received all that well.
He broke the pause, “Well, she does like fucking better than she likes thinking – or she would have stopped all, all, whatever all this is. I would like to know more. How about lunch?”
“How about the Burger King on 3rd, my treat.”
“You never change, Hugh. You cannot say a fast-food restaurant and my treat and be taken seriously, you know.”
“Who said I wanted to be taken seriously; I’d like you to pay, if I can talk you into it – I’m just looking out for your interests.”
He let out a small snort, not quite a laugh, “As always. Noon?”
“Can we make it 12:30pm? I would like to review what I have so I can talk intelligently.”
Now, he laughed, “If you want to talk intelligently, it’s going to take more than an hour and a half.”
I laughed too, “Good to hear you laugh, Jim. I hope you’re doing well. See you at 12:30.”
When we last talked, I didn’t know if Jim would ever laugh again. He was truly a broken man. Doris had gone out of her way to do all the breaking. As I said, truly evil.
I started opening files and learning what I could. I saw a lot but learned little. I already knew what could be known about Doris. Much of the work our agency does is trying to discover if a spouse is cheating. Too often, we find they are. But in the vast majority of those cases, it is two people who don’t belong together – a divorce is good for both of them.
Jim and Doris Watson were different. You’ll never find a nicer guy than Jim Watson. Doris had no reason to cheat – and after being caught she had no reason to do all that she could to destroy him – because he objected to her cheating.
When I said divorce is good for most couples we work with, that doesn’t mean that the parting couple doesn’t fight. Often bitterly,
down to splitting the Post-it Notes evenly. But you don’t often see true revenge – and, as in Doris’ case, never do you see the cheater exact revenge.
Evil.
I’d mused about the Watson divorce as I made my way through the videos. Doris might be evil, but she is beautiful and puts on one hell’uva show. Keeping myself distracted enabled me to avoid taking a cold shower before I left the office.
I did have a lot to tell Jim.
When I walked in, Jim was already seated eating his burger. I ordered, got my food, and joined him. He stood, we shook hands, sat, and started talking.
“It has been a while, Jim, how’re you doing?”
“Oh, it was tough for a while. But life goes on. After Doris, I was gun-shy and didn’t date much for a year or so. Even after that it was slow going. A woman friend at work, finally introduced me to a widow with two young children. We have been married now, well three years, back in March. I have three beautiful children – life has never been better.”
“Three?”
“Sure, her two and our one. Two girls and a boy. The boy is mine.” He stopped and gathered himself for a minute. “I must stop doing that. I would hate for it to get back to the girls, they are mine, too.”
“You’re a good guy, Jim. I know what you meant. The one you fathered is the boy and they are all yours.”
We chatted about nothing and ate our burgers and fries. As we were finishing, I got a bit nostalgic.
“Jim, you know, after your case my business really started taking off. Hart and Bowman now have six employees and much of that is due to Doris and the mayor.”
“Well, that and the fact, as I said, she likes fucking, watching herself fuck, and finding new people to fuck better than she likes being clever enough to take any kind of care.”
“You’ve got that right. Did you ever show her any of the videos we took from her phone?”
“I never did. I confronted her, she was just stone-walling and denying it all. I filed for divorce and as you recall showed one video to the mayor’s wife.”
“Oh, now that you mention it, sure. Did she use it in her divorce?”
“No, I never gave her a copy. It turned out she was someone who you do not want to fuck around on. She went right to the press. She and the mayor had a couple of kids, and he campaigned on law and order. She exposed him as a fraud. Ruined him. And she made it clear Doris was the Jezebel, who was just as guilty.”
“And the action shined a big light on Hart and Bowman. The rest, as they say, is history.”
“But showing her video to the mayor’s wife pissed Doris off. She said I had no right to invade her privacy.”
I shook my head. “That was what set her off?”
“No, I told her she had no expectation of privacy when she videoed her performances. That gave her the idea that I liked watching.”
Jim was starting to show signs of nervousness. Time to escape the past. “And she is still at it.”