Detective Diane Kit (GL, WLW)

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(POV – Lieutenant Officer Blake)

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The rain kept coming down. Cool rain pouring out the gray clouds, displaying no indication of resting. Pouring on and on, probably going on into the coming night.

But I drunk her in hurriedly. The delicate lady poured in through the door like the dark Icyina mountain rivers, inciting pleasure round the places the cool ripples lapped once you dove in their rivers clothe-less in the night . . .covered in inky black clothing that clung deliciously to her rounded body, and glittering grey jewellery that glimmered like luminous bodies in the night. Her moist plump lips no doubt dreamed upon by people, paired with that icy cold glare that indicated a perfectly profound, difficult to know, but worthwhile personality. I leaned in dreamily, gulping. Hmm.

Her loud clicks continued in the dim quiet large room until they lowered her coolly into the black cushion behind my luxe black desk. I blinked.

Thoughts of her lips purring my name quietly poured into my mind relaxingly meanwhile I burrowed hurriedly, latching my lips round her large boob. I thought about licking her plump rounded boob more, looking into her hooded dark orbs, gently biting her rock-hard right bud — our interlocked limbs on my bed. Her purrs growing louder . . .!

I quickly blinked back my unoccupied look at the intimidating, cool, glamorous model that recently invaded our doorway, noticing my undergarments becoming quite damp. God, I could not believe my thoughts.

Then, her cold dark pools pinned down mine hypnotically — BA-BUMP! — I immediately lost my recently regained consciousness, those dim pools drowning my body like I'd been pulled down into those dark cold icy mountain rivers. My p***y throbbed coolly into my undergarment, the pooling liquid becoming more obvious. I’m not clear on how Detective Kit did it, but with one quiet look, respect was commanded.

Plus, commanding my lower half . . .badly.

Then my thoughts idly dipped back down into how those dark pools could pin my back down on the bed, hurriedly brushing her groaning plum lips on mine meanwhile her manicured hands roughly rummaged over my bo . . .

I blinked once more . . . In denial, I determined it was only logical to think like that considering how I'd done an all-nighter last night and how bewitching the detective was.

‘Nice to meet you, Lieutenant Officer Blake Bora.' The individual concerned purred my name darkly, keeping that intimidating blank demeanor on her plump lips. During that time, her black holes pinned mine down like a calculating lying panther that, despite the considerable distance, promised danger.

Her beguiling gaze quickly raked down my person, inspiring a delicious quiver to run through my body — I didn't know if I had imagined it, but I thought I caught her licking her lips. I didn't know how or when I had begun to lose my mind, but I could not return a normal response, I could only nod kindly, hypnotically immobilised, ignoring my leaking problem downstairs. I panicked.

‘Hi Detective Kit! Nice to meet you, I’ve heard lots of cool things about you — That’s John our Cyber genius, and I’m Lola the homicide genius! And . . .!’ Lola rambled hurriedly, giddy to meet her. Like my desk had always belonged to her.

I relaxed, grateful I was no longer on the hook, and that the intimating kitty had a different body to play with, or rather, glare at. Detective Kit neared Lola and murmured ‘Likewise’, and nodded to John, who had given her a timid nod back.

I breathed in and clicked towards the huddle, ignoring the uncomfortable pooling liquid beginning to make my clothes uncomfortable, and briefed Detective Kit.

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I tried my best, but I could not inhibit, block, or ignore the odd thoughts randomly popping into my mind. Graphic ones. The times the detective c****d her neck in one direction, I refused to look because of the things I thought. In fact, I'm beginning to think this case could become more difficult because she was here instead of not. Or how her leg looked draped over the other, but in my mind how . . .I’m thinking other things. In fact, I felt concerned.

This is unbelievable! I'm a professional . . .

My lips hunkered down into a grimace, dumbly glaring at the side of Detective Kit’s head like that could relieve me of my problem.

Her head turned quickly.

‘Give me the warrant by Thursday morning.’ She murmured blankly to me, her eyes cold and bored.

But the only thing I could think of was how her delicate head could dip back down into my pillow gently, glistening lips parted, and her quiet orbs rolling up in the orgasm I was giv-

‘I’ll look into that.’ I nod panicked. That was in three days, I noted — not like that was what had bothered me, unfortunately. The lady nodded returning to her documents. I drew my quivering thighs together, blinking deeply and took in a long quiet breath.

I'm going to have to quickly discuss this with my therapist before then . . .I'm thinking overwork-related hormonal imbalance or something like that. Must be . . .

Our team huddled in and looked at the briefing on the sudden death of a floor-level city bank employee which sparked the debate of possible money laundering.

I mean the financial reports check out but this doesn’t . . .

I looked at the last correspondence the employee left — some sort of code.

‘Thinking he was caught up in some money laundering with a local gang and was washing the money for them . . .’ I begin lost in thought.

‘But we don’t know or how far up the chain it really goes, the bank could be in on it too.’ John helps, quietly pushing his glasses up.

‘Our unit's been at the scene of the crime.’ I passed Detective Kit the photos. 'Nothing too suspicious, I’m working on hacking into his devices, but his phone records are clean.’

‘Oh my godddd. Reading his texts were particularly miserable. No game.’ Lola groaned, looking up at the ceiling.

John and I both mused at Lola. A boatload of blood didn’t bother her, but reading his texts did.

Detective Kit nodded coolly, laying back in her chair. I deliberated her loose collar peeking up into my line of vision briefly before looking down at the documents in her manicured hands, wiping my palms on my knees.

Later, our unit grabbed our notes to the moveable drawing board that Lola stood by, pointing her pen in big thrilled hurried circular motions and in rapid intervals at the leads with a dried board pen tucked behind her ear.

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Hours passed.

Later, lunch was gobbled up by the team in our office, including me trying to regain my composure (because the detective had luckily gone out instead then returning later), then 5pm came and nobody moved an inch. Then the night began to creep in. Winter was coming down fast. Then it became 8pm before you could blink.

‘Dinner?’ John brought up meekly in the distance.

He was quite the introverted one, but quietly hilarious, and obsessed with his computers.

Part of me related to that, but I on the other hand, liked to disappear more in conversations but lead quietly in work.

‘I could digest a table.’ Lola groaned under her breath, ‘ . . .and no, I’m not going to demonstrate John.’

John remarked quietly in a relaxed shrug. ‘Then why lie?’

‘Could!’ Lola rolled her pupils quietly.

‘More like ‘never’ because you really couldn’t in any probable timeline.’ John remarked innocently under his breath.

Lola and John quietly began their latest look-off duel in the corner of the room. He decided this was the right time to begin irritating Lola because she had loudly ruined his morning for 5 minutes.

Detective Kit regarded them quietly. That cold, icy blank look pinned on them both. They immediately hushed up cutely like interns ready to impress their mentor. I'm a little offended, but OK.

‘You up for our reception banquet, Detective Kit?!’ I nod laughing, breaking up the duo’s latest office battle and my brief disorientation, before looking round the room to land back on Detective Kit besides me once more.

‘ . . .I doubt you could though.’ One of them rushed in in the background in hurried hushed notes.

‘Thank you. I don't mind joining dinner.’ That ghostly dangerous icy curl of her lip revealed purringly. ‘ . . .You can call me Diane.'

I didn't know the unintelligible things her mind was plotting, but I undoubtedly thought that last line could be my undoing — her invitation to my damnation, despite the delicious lewd thoughts coming to mind.

But I had never beheld an individual invite their name so deliciously. I had to drag my mind right out of the gutter once more. I practically lived in that hole now! . . .Though, it was becoming increasingly tiresome honestly, but I believed it was just a passing phase — I mean, I didn't recall having ever behaved like this. Plus, I barely knew the detective. I had no reason to be behaving so ravenously. It could just be her intensity that I was going to get used to I reassured myself. I immediately felt much better at my logical conclusions.

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