The back of the house was as nice as the front. A large swimming pool just off the house surrounded by a brick patio was flanked by gardens and more shrubbery. As removed as the property felt from the rest of the city, the back yard was blocked off and separated from even its own parts. One could sit in the back corner and not be seen or heard by another person sitting at the pool. The large french doors into the living room were closed but there was a balcony over the pool area with large windows and some spring flowers in pots. Archie knew if he could scale the trellis up to the balcony, he would probably be looking into the Masters’ master bedroom. The temptation was too much.
Making his way through the garden the long way, taking advantage of the available cover, Archie stopped by the trellis long enough to look in the window into the house. Inside Mrs. Masters was sitting in a large leather chair at a heavy desk in front of a telephone casually smoking a cigarette. Dressed the same way she had been at the office, Mrs. Masters seemed to be waiting for a call. Archie ducked beneath the window and hoped he would be able to hear what was said. He was just about to give up and go back into the bushes to form a new plan when he heard the ring of the phone loud and clear from behind the house.
“Yes?,” Alice’s honeyed voice carried through the window. “I was thinking we could meet for lunch today…I know we’re scheduled for Mondays, but I’ve been missing you…I thought The Admiral, they do a nice lunch for after…Okay, you make the reservations…It’s ten forty-five now, let’s plan on twelve thirty…Okay.” She put the receiver down and walked out of the study. Archie decided it was now or never. Bracing one foot on the trellis, he hauled himself up the side of the house to the balcony just high enough to look over the potted plants left out on the balcony. The detective had just braced himself in place when the door to the room opened and Mrs. Masters walked into the bedroom.
From Archie’s view low on the balcony, he could just see the end of the bed, a makeup table with a mirror that showed him the other side of the room, a large wardrobe, and a full sized mirror next to the wardrobe angled to reflect the bed. He could see most of the room and the flowers disguised his graying hair and red face as he balanced his weight on the balcony and trellis. If Mrs. Masters came over to the window she could not help but see him.
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Luckily for Archie, Mrs. Masters had other things on her mind. Walking over to the make up table she took off her pearl necklace, earrings, and bracelet. Moving back to the bed, Alice took off her heels, jacket, blouse, stockings, bra, panties, and hat; in that order. A smile on her red lips, Alice padded over to the full length mirror and took a long look at her nakedness. She liked being naked, liked looking at her large breasts tipped with their dark nipples. She liked running her hands through the dark patch of pubic hair just above her cunt. Staring into her own eyes in the mirror, Alice rolled her nipples in her fingers and groaned.
Was this how her husband saw her? Was this how Clara saw her? That young, blond, German detective? Was this how any of her lovers saw her? Just a woman with an attractive face, large breasts, ample waist, and long legs? One hand moved slowly down her stomach, stroking and kneading the muscles, down to her swollen clit. She took two steps back to the edge of the bed and braced herself with one hand while flicking her clit with the other. Her head rolled back in ecstasy, a small orgasm radiating from her clit up her torso to her tits making her chest flush. Alice drew one leg up on the bed so she could see her pussy in the mirror angled toward the bed and started ramming two fingers in and out of her fuck hole. She really let herself go and her body was responding to the attention she was paying to her pussy. Alice’s nipples, prominent before, were now fully engorged and hard. Her breathing was ragged, coming in gasps and moans. Locking eyes on her pussy in the mirror, Alice hammered her cunt for all it was worth. She was so close..So close…
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Archie was frozen on the balcony. This, he told himself, was the reason Father Denis would not let younger priests hear his confession any longer. The noise from the room was unmistakable, the sound of a very wet cunt being roughly fucked. Detectives made most of their bread proving that spouses were unfaithful, which broke Archie’s cynical heart ever time he saw it. By this point in his career there was no telling how many cases he had worked where he had to take compromising pictures. As much as he hated it, Archie knew he was a passive observer; an uninterested fourth party who was merely there to document morally questionable behavior. This felt different.
Archie had never been turned on by the scenes he had witnessed in seedy motels, run-down apartments, and business offices. The display in the room before him was one of the most sensuous things Archie had ever witnessed and it made him feel dirty. There was no cheating going on here, just a beautiful woman pleasuring herself. Archie let himself down the trellis as quietly as he could and disappeared around the other side of the house, back up the road, and to his car. He did his best to hide his hard-on the whole way. Before he turned on the car, Archie had a quiet ten minutes smoking a cigar and listening to jazz on the radio. He was at the grocer’s calling Lenore to update her with his movements before Archie realized he had left the clipboard, notebook, and pen back in the bushes at the Masters’ house.
Chapter 3: Out Of Nowhere
Ed took a deep drag on his cigarette and let the smoke curl out of his nose and rise up through the air above his head in the bus. The former apartment of Ms. Clara Weiss had been a dead end. She had moved out, no one knew or cared where, it was a move planned for a while, not some over-night disappearance. No one knew what she did. No one knew if she had any friends or family. She was real enough, everyone recognized her picture. Everyone, even the ghoulish old woman who kept tabs on the young women staying in her building, liked and missed Ms. Weiss. Her old room was small, basically just a bedroom as all the women on that floor shared a hall bathroom. Nothing had been left behind but dust and stale cigarette smoke.
Now he was headed over to central booking to see if anyone there recognized her. It was a true long shot and Ed knew Archie knew it. So many people made their way through that building that no one, no matter how attractive, would be remembered. There were so few threads to follow in this case that Ed knew it was not just Archie sending him on a wild goose chase. Each thread was important and needed to be run to the logical conclusion. However painful that might be.
Mrs. Masters had definitely mentioned an “agency” she had contacted first to find Ms. Weiss. None of the paperwork in the file mentioned the name of the agency or even what kind of agency it was. Maybe, if Ed was right and struck out chasing down a mugshot, he would get a chance to visit the Masters’ home and question the brunette dame in greater detail. Back in Archie’s office she said she did not want both detectives showing up at her home at once. That left the door open to Ed making a visit on his own. Just to verify leads, certainly. Though that mole and the brown eyes were certainly worth following up on in Ed’s opinion.