“I would like to ask you a few questions about Mr. Weatherly before the food comes,” Ed started.
“You don’t really want to talk about him, do you?,” Clara gave him a sly smile. “He only uses that name when he makes reservations at Marconi’s, his real name is Broadbent. He does something with steel.” Under the table, Clara slipped off her shoe and slid her foot along the inside of Edwin’s leg, past his knee, and settled her foot under his napkin. All deftly done while maintaining eye contact. “If you were really hired to find out about Sammy, you would have used his real name.”
Ed flushed, Clara’s foot was resting right against his rapidly expanding cock. It was all he could do to think straight and respond. “You’re right. I was looking for you.”
“Well, you found me, Mr. Zeit. What questions do you have for me?,” her eyes searched his face while her toes massaged the head of his cock.
Ed gulped. The waiter returned with their drinks and did not notice or remark on Clara’s foot resting in Edwin’s lap. He probably saw it all the time.
“Have you done any secretarial work for Mrs. Masters? Mrs. Alice Masters?”
“Secretarial?,” she paused. “Yes, I have. I was just out there Tuesday evening.” Again she paused and stroked Ed with her toes. “Lending a hand”. Her red tongue flicked out and licked her upper lip.
“Did anything odd happen?,” Ed managed to ask. “Did Mr. or Mrs. Masters act any differently?”
“Not really, no. They have such a lovely house, it is always such a pleasure going there.” Again her foot nudged Ed’s crotch. “I hope the food gets here soon, I am famished. I might have some secretarial notes upstairs if you would like to come up and help me look after dinner.”
The woman admitted to being there on Tuesday. Check. Ed noticed that Clara did not correct his question to include just Mrs. Masters, so Guy Masters must have needed some secretarial assistance as well. Despite being fully erect, Ed was endeavoring to keep this interview on track.
“Was there anyone else there? Maids, friends, neighbors? Did either of the Masters say they were expecting anything or anyone else that night?”
Clara closed her eyes in thought. “There wasn’t anyone else there. Mrs. Masters seemed too tired for anything else that night, she was having trouble keeping her eyes open while we were finishing up.” Clara opened her eyes again and fixed Ed with a questioning stare. “Did something happen? Are the Masters alright?”
“They’re fine, Ms. Weiss,” Ed assured her. “I just saw both of them this morning.” A look of relief washed over Clara’s features and she went back to kneading his hard cock with her toes.
“Well then,” Clara began, “what is supposed to have happened that I can help you with? If Mr. and Mrs. Masters are alright, then you must have been hired to track me down for something. People don’t just hire detectives to track down their secretaries just because they’ve moved apartments.” Clara was leaned back in her chair fishing the cherry from her whiskey glass out of the ice with her tongue. Ed watched as she sucked the red fruit into her mouth and made eye contact as she pulled the stem out from between her wet lips and dropped it back into the glass.
“I’m beginning to believe, Ms. Weiss, that there must have been some misunderstanding.” Ed removed the cherry from his whiskey glass and held it out to Clara. Pulling her foot from his lap for a moment, the blonde leaned forward and used her tongue to guide the treat into her mouth and bit the stem off with her sharp white teeth. Clara’s blouse dipped low and gave the detective a good look at her breasts before she sat back up, mouth filled with cherry. Ed returned the smile and felt the woman’s foot nudge his cock again.
Ed drained his whiskey in one breath and reached under his napkin to massage the instep of Clara’s foot like a former girlfriend had trained him. Clara closed her eyes and smiled as his fingers massaged the tendons along the bottom of her stocking-clad foot. A shiver ran through her body. The beautiful smile never left her face. Clara gave his cock one last, long caress as the soup was put on the table in front of them. She slid her foot back into her shoe while she ate.
Once they were done eating, Ed pulled out his cigarettes and offered her one. Clara accepted and leaned forward to let him light it for her.
“Have you ever been here before?,” Clara asked. Ed shook his head in the negative, smoke curling out of his nose and forming wreath around his head. “I so love it here. Look above the bar. Stained glass windows with a nursery rhyme. They give the bar a nice glow. The chandeliers. The click of glasses.” Clara closed her eyes and smiled again. “It’s a nice place to just be.”
Ed turned to look above the bar. “A wise old owl sat on an oak/the more he saw the less he spoke/the less he spoke the more he heard/why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?,” Ed read out. To himself, Ed decided he would need to tell Archie about this place. The nursery rhyme could have been the old man’s motto. Ed dropped enough money to cover the food and a generous tip on the table. “Let’s go find those notes.”
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The seven flights of stairs to her apartment were almost too much for Rachel Frame. A regular job to supplement her after-hours gig meant that she could afford to live a marble columned hotel, eat dinners out as much as she pleased, and take the occasional vacation to visit her folks in Philadelphia. It also meant that she was up before the sun most mornings and out past midnight a few nights per week. Rachel sat down on the top step of the second floor and took off her heels, cursing the management for telling the long-term renters that they were not allowed to use the elevator. She stood back up and started planning where she and Clara could eat before she had to head off to her night job. There was a new diner down along the waterfront that people at work had been talking about, she loved a good stack of pancakes before being whisked away to a mansion or penthouse for some fun.
The first clue that Clara had a date visiting was the lacy red thong laying on the floor just inside the apartment door. Rachel knew her roommate pretty well by now. In the two days they had shared an apartment, Clara had yet to sleep alone. Rachel dropped her purse and late-edition newspaper next to the door and followed the trail of clothing and the steady squeak of springs to the bedroom door.
Mostly shut, the door did nothing to disguise the sounds of two people making love inside. Rachel pushed the door open with her foot and took in the sight before her. A tall, well-muscled, naked, blond man was thrusting with wild abandon into her naked roommate who lay on the bed. The sheets and cover spilled down onto the floor. Both were gasping and panting from the exertion of it all. Neither saw Rachel standing in the doorway, she was left to observe as much as she wanted.
The weariness Rachel had felt melted away as she watched Ed’s buttocks clench and thrust, two hairy balls swinging back and forth beneath him. Trying hard not to make too much noise, the voyeur shed her dress, bra, panties, and stockings next to the door. Rachel had larger breasts than Clara, but her nipples were just as sensitive and with a little attention they sent electric shocks through her body. A few moments later, she trailed her hand down her belly to her shaved cunt and stroked her clit in time to the squeaking bed springs. Shortly she was ready to join them and decided that the young man fucking her roommate could use a good scare.