Private Eyes Are More Than Watching
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				Title: <strong>Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 17:18:43</strong>
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				(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRg-Q43n1Gs/SOCrlOKJ-HI/AAAAAAAAX9Q/hefKZQNolt4/s1600/kendra_blue_tight_dress_7_big.jpg)<br><br>The clock was only seconds from eleven o'clock when the door to the agency opened and she came in.&nbsp; The cool, perfectly coiffed blond in a shoulder-less sky blue dress that was more casual than it first appeared.&nbsp; She could have attended a cocktail party in that outfit.&nbsp; The dress hugged her curves with little wiggle room, although much seemed to wiggle as she stepped towards the desk, looking for a receptionist, if there was one.&nbsp; The dress was short at both ends, showing lots of suggestive depth in the cleavage and long, lean legs that looked like they could have choked a man or woman like an amazon constrictor.<br><br>"Loretta DeVanne," she announced in a cool, contralto voice.&nbsp; Her make-up was light and perfect, making one wonder if her perfect white skin really required anything to hide non-existent imperfections.&nbsp; Her dark, thick lashes blinked as she looked around the office, quietly assessing the room, the furniture, the decor, the ambience.&nbsp; Her lips were a pale shade of dark red, almost black, and slightly pouted.&nbsp; Her nail polished matched her lips.&nbsp; "I have an appointment for eleven o'clock.&nbsp; I like punctuality," she said, her voice with a touch of breathiness.&nbsp; "It's a mark of an organized, disciplined mind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 22:34:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.contactmusic.com/pics/m/ps_i_love_you_7_091207/gina_gershon_1694611.jpg)</div><br>The receptionist looked up and then looked twice at the blonde strolling in the door.&nbsp; She gestured at a seat in the small reception area as she spoke, "Yes, just a moment, Ms. DeVanne.&nbsp; I'll let Ms. Caswell know you're here."&nbsp; The receptionist picked up the phone and buzzed an office, her eyes drifting back to Ms. DeVanne occasionally as if surprised to find the stereotypical blonde in a PI's office.<br><br>From the waiting area several doors led to offices, with the names of different investigators on them.&nbsp; It was one marked Mira Caswell which opened only a moment later, and Mira herself stepped out to greet the client.&nbsp; She hadn't spoken to the client before, but the appointment had been set up with her specifically.&nbsp; IT was really the reason she was in the office this morning.&nbsp; <br><br>Mira was dressed smartly in dark charcoal slacks, sheer enough to cling to the curves of her hips and thighs as she walked.&nbsp; Her blouse was dark as well, but had crimson borders on the collar, giving a splash of color to frame her chest, dark tanned skin revealed by the neck of her blouse.&nbsp; Her hair was down and loose.&nbsp; Being able to dress like this was one great thing about leaving the force.&nbsp; Still, though she knew she looked fairly good she was intimidated by the statuesque blonde.&nbsp; "It's very nice to meet you, Ms. DeVanne," she told her, putting her hand out to shake and gesturing with the other into her office.&nbsp; "Why don't you come inside."&nbsp; Mira then turned and led the way inside.<br><br>The room was small and dark, one room taken up with a couch, another a bookcase of files and books, the third her desk under a set of small windows, and the fourth with a small door leading into another room.&nbsp; Mira waited until the client was seated and then sat on the side of the desk, leaning one hip against it.&nbsp; "Please tell me what brings you here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 16:09:20</strong>
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				(Okay, goofball me, forgot to bookmark the forum, and kept wondering why I hadn't seen your reply.&nbsp; Hope I didn't keep you waiting.)<br><br>The client gazed at the extended hand for just an awkward moment longer than usual, than offered her own hand in a brief clasp that was more a taking possession than a shake.&nbsp; She followed Mira down the short corridor, her eyes moving down and up her body before centering on the sway of Mira's hips as she walked.&nbsp; The faintest smile appeared at the corners of her mouth before vanishing again as she entered the office.&nbsp; She stood for a moment, scanning the office with a slight air of distaste, before smoothly sliding down onto a corner of the couch.&nbsp; She sat with perfect posture, straight, shoulders back, perfect breasts well enunciated, her lean, toned legs crossed, and looked up at Mira with an expression that made it seem she was actually looking down at a servant.&nbsp; She shifted slightly in the seat in a way that allowed Mira a decent glimpse down her cleavage.<br><br>"Why does any woman come to a private detective?" she answered coolly, one eyebrow quirking almost playfully.&nbsp; "I have a husband.&nbsp; He's rich, and he cheats.&nbsp; I want him followed and exposed."&nbsp; She glanced around the office again, as if assessing Mira's level of competance from whatever equipment might be on display.&nbsp; "Preferrably with unmistakable visual evidence," she added.<br><br>She was back to fixing Mira with a calm, controlled stare.&nbsp; "I assume you can handle such an assignment?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 16:20:53</strong>
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				Mira settled herself on the edge of her desk, the sort of casual style she preferred.&nbsp; She never had wanted a desk top, and this portion of the work that happened in the office - it was just what she got herself through to get to the fun part.&nbsp; As the woman spoke, Mira's face settled into a polite mask as well.&nbsp; This certainly what she had gotten into the work for - to be spoken to like a servant by some rich bitch.&nbsp; But you didn't go through years of being a cop without learning you can't afford to be rude to the public.&nbsp; And when you're a PI, and the public hands you your paycheck, you really can't afford it.&nbsp; Mira tried to ignore the woman's glances around the office and instead focus on dealing professionally with her case.<br><br>"Well, it's not the only reason women come in here, but I'll admit, it's not an unusual request," Mira answered her, folding her hands on her lap.&nbsp; "There won't be any difficulty in carrying that out.&nbsp; It's something we're well equipped to do.&nbsp; Besides working stakeouts as a cop for years and years, I'm a bit of a shutterbug on the side."&nbsp; Mira couldn't help but follow the woman's look around the room this time.&nbsp; "I don't spend much time in here, so you won't find much evidence of what I can do here.&nbsp; I'm almost always out on a case."<br><br>"However, Ms. DeVanne, I'll caution you, like I caution any client, that I'm not going to guarantee I find anything.&nbsp; I don't know anything about your husband, yet, and I certainly don't know if you're right in your suspicions.&nbsp; Even if you are, his behavior may change, particularly if he suspects you're watching him.&nbsp; I can guarantee that if he has an affair while I'm on the case, you'll know it.&nbsp; But I can't guarantee he is.&nbsp; Does that sound reasonable then?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 06:11:01</strong>
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				Loretta smiled, a smile that seemed to indicate she knew so much more than she was telling.&nbsp; "Oh, you'll find what you're looking for.&nbsp; I have no doubt of that.&nbsp; My husband's name is Randall DeVanne, but he hates to be called Randy.&nbsp; Even if that's what he is."&nbsp; She leaned over, giving Lisa another display of her cleavage, and took up her purse, opening it and drawing out an index card.<br><br>"Here is the address of his offices.&nbsp; He spends a lot of time there, or claims to anyway.&nbsp; You should be able to pick up his trail there and see where it leads."&nbsp; She reached in and withdrew a checkbook.&nbsp; "As for your fee, I'm willing to pay for a week's worth in advance.&nbsp; After that, we'll just have to see what you've developed.&nbsp; Naturally I'll want to meet for updates.&nbsp; That card has my cell phone number on it.&nbsp; You can reach me anytime."<br><br>She scribbled the check, tore it out of the book and rose, the smile on her face showing she felt more comfortable not looking up at Lisa.&nbsp; "I trust that is enough incentive, and information, to get you started.&nbsp; Is there anything else you need?"&nbsp; She held out the check.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 20:46:06</strong>
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				Mira dropped to her feet as Ms. DeVanne stood.&nbsp; Now they were on equal footing, though it didn't necessarily feel that way to the brunette.&nbsp; She took the check from the woman and glanced at the number, making sure it was sufficient.&nbsp; Obviously the woman was rich.&nbsp; It was only the rich willing to just throw money at a problem without discussing the financial details.&nbsp; The number was clearly sufficient though,s o showing no reaction, Mira turned and placed it on her desk and then turned back to her client.<br><br>Mira took the card from Ms. DeVanne as well, glancing at it briefly and then back up to the woman's eyes.&nbsp; "That should be enough to get me started, as you say."&nbsp; Mira was used to being in charge, asserting herself, you had to in this man's world.&nbsp; And though this woman had her a bit unsettled she quickly returned to her business face.&nbsp; "I'll call you to meet in a week, or before that if I find something that quick."&nbsp; There wasn't much else to say.&nbsp; The woman didn't seem distraught, or else Mira would have added that she hoped she found nothing.&nbsp; She wasn't sure this woman would mind.<br><br>Escorting Ms. DeVanne to her office door, Mira's mind was already working on the details of a schedule.&nbsp; This was not exactly the kind of case that you dreamed of, but it was the bread and butter of a PI.&nbsp; Get good enough, make a few people like this rich bitch happy and you'd start getting the more interesting cases, that was the hope. <br><br>"Thank you for choosing our firm," were here last words.&nbsp; She glanced wordlessly at the receptionist, who watched the blonde exit the office.&nbsp; Once the door shut, she grinned.&nbsp; "I know, like a movie," she told the girl before heading back into her office.&nbsp; She couldn't get out of there soon enough, now that she had real work to do.<br><br>[ooc: feel free to add response, but I'll also move on to the next scene.]<br><br>*******************************<br><br>Randall DeVanne's office had been easy to find.&nbsp; Mira didn't do anything fancy, simply sat on a park bench where she could see it, fiddled with her Blackberry and scoped out the area.&nbsp; She did a little research on this unhappy family while she watched.&nbsp; For all the world she was just another professional woman doing some texting on her break.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 17:23:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Mira dropped to her feet as Ms. DeVanne stood.&nbsp; Now they were on equal footing, though it didn't necessarily feel that way to the brunette.&nbsp; She took the check from the woman and glanced at the number, making sure it was sufficient.&nbsp; Obviously the woman was rich.&nbsp; It was only the rich willing to just throw money at a problem without discussing the financial details.&nbsp; The number was clearly sufficient though,s o showing no reaction, Mira turned and placed it on her desk and then turned back to her client.<br><br>Mira took the card from Ms. DeVanne as well, glancing at it briefly and then back up to the woman's eyes.&nbsp; "That should be enough to get me started, as you say."&nbsp; Mira was used to being in charge, asserting herself, you had to in this man's world.&nbsp; And though this woman had her a bit unsettled she quickly returned to her business face.&nbsp; "I'll call you to meet in a week, or before that if I find something that quick."&nbsp; There wasn't much else to say.&nbsp; The woman didn't seem distraught, or else Mira would have added that she hoped she found nothing.&nbsp; She wasn't sure this woman would mind.<br><br>Escorting Ms. DeVanne to her office door, Mira's mind was already working on the details of a schedule.&nbsp; This was not exactly the kind of case that you dreamed of, but it was the bread and butter of a PI.&nbsp; Get good enough, make a few people like this rich bitch happy and you'd start getting the more interesting cases, that was the hope. </span></em></span><br><br>Loretta smile strangely as the detective dismissed her and followed her toward the office door.&nbsp; At the door, she turned suddenly, whirling in place so that Mira almost collided with her, their breasts briefly meeting before Mira stepped back.&nbsp; "I'm counting on you, Miss&nbsp; Caswell," she said, but the sincerity of her appeal subverted by the carefully controlled smile she maintained.&nbsp; "I know you'll find what I need."&nbsp; As abruptly, she turned back and resumed her journey down the corridor to the receptionist.&nbsp; With hardly a glance at either woman, she left.<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Randall DeVanne's office had been easy to find.&nbsp; Mira didn't do anything fancy, simply sat on a park bench where she could see it, fiddled with her Blackberry and scoped out the area.&nbsp; She did a little research on this unhappy family while she watched.&nbsp; For all the world she was just another professional woman doing some texting on her break</em>.</span></span><br><br>Both husband and wife were easy to find on the Net.&nbsp; Randall DeVanne, successful software genius turned venture capitalist, having sold out his original business software package for millions.&nbsp; Now he researched other start-ups, adding seed money and cashing in when their developments turned into gold.&nbsp; Entrepreneur, appearing at high profile charity functions, gala openings of restaurants, shows, always on the arm of his sexy, apparently loving wife.&nbsp; Married eight years, and Loretta had her own resume.&nbsp; Interior decorator to the rich and famous.&nbsp; List of clients included film and recording stars, CEO's, wives of politicians, all raving about her taste and originality.&nbsp; Both seemed to have slacked off the last couple of years, apparently not needing either the money or the challenge as much as they used to.&nbsp; If Loretta was right, perhaps Randall had found new challenges.<br><br>DeVanne's offices occupied the first two floors of a glass-walled office building.&nbsp; Through the glass, easily a dozen employees wandered about, sat at desks looking at computer screens.&nbsp; Randall's office suite was in the interior, and thus not visible to the hoi polloi.&nbsp; All the employees seemed to be women, and rather hot looking ones at that, and dressed, although professionally, with their charms well displayed.&nbsp; Now and then, one, or sometimes a trio or quartet would knock on what looked like the door to the inner sanctum and enter, disappearing for anywhere from a few minutes to near an hour.&nbsp; If DeVanne was cheating, it could be he had no need to wander far from the workplace.<br><br>At quarter to twelve, the door opened, disgorging two of the assistants and then Randall himself, casually but impeccably dressed in matching pants and sports coat, with a pattern shirt unbuttoned partly down his chest.&nbsp; "Could have been a model," was one of the comments she'd seen more than once in her internet research, and he matched the description, his lean, defined face almost movie star handsome.&nbsp; His dark hair fashioned in a haircut that looked casual, but no doubt cost a lot more at an exclusive salon.&nbsp; He leaned over to say something to one of the girls at a front desk, possibly a receptionist or scheduling secretary, then sauntered out the building and down the sidewalk to stroll to lunch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 22:33:20</strong>
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				Mira waited until Randall had headed down the sidewalk, only heading in that direction when he was nearly out of sight.&nbsp; She wasn't equipped for real surveillance today, only wanted to get a lay of the land.&nbsp; And so she followed him long enough to find his destination, noting it down while she seemingly texted.&nbsp; After a quick walk-by she headed back in the direction of his office.<br><br>Heading inside the glass doors while he was at lunch, Mira approached the receptionist and asked not about Randall but about an employment position.&nbsp; Getting whatever information they had on positions available, how to apply, she thanked the receptionist and headed out.&nbsp; What she was really after was a better view of the office from the inside, a better view of the employees and the answer to some idle curiosity about his hiring practices.&nbsp; With that information she took up position across and down the street again where she could watch for his return.&nbsp; Now that she know what he looked like, had a bit of information on him, she could begin following him in earnest perhaps even this afternoon.
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				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 19:23:27</strong>
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				Shelly Williams, the pert blond receptionist in the tight one-piece pink dress looked up at her as the detective entered and asked about a job.&nbsp; She smiled nicely.&nbsp; "Well, Mr. DeVanne isn't advertising for more help right now, but he's still always on the lookout for talented assistants with the right qualifications."&nbsp; The way she looked Mira up and down made it seem the "right qualifications" had as much to do with appearance as other skills.&nbsp; "We do a lot of research here, data mining from the internet.&nbsp; We're a venture investment firm, specializing on high tech and software.&nbsp; Mr. DeVanne made his fortune in software development, and now he likes to nurture other start-ups with potential.&nbsp; If you have a resume?&nbsp; Or would like to fill out an application?"&nbsp; She handed Mira a small packet of printed pages.&nbsp; Mira noted that the last page granted the firm permission to conduct a background check and psychological profiles on any candidates.<br><br>Three other women passed by as she talked to Shelly, all statuesque young women, dressed professionally but very sexy also.&nbsp; Shelly followed her gaze and smiled secretly to Mira.&nbsp; "Mr. DeVanne hires women exclusively.&nbsp; Oh, understand, he's only interested in qualified applicants, but he's very into affirmative action, and, besides, he's just more comfortable working around women, he says.&nbsp; He certainly treats us very well," she added, with an almost secretive smile.&nbsp; "He currently has a staff of thirteen, but I daresay, none of us see that as an unlucky number.&nbsp; As long as he's able to spend time with each of us."&nbsp; She seemed truly enamored, almost in awe of her boss.<br><br>DeVanne returned from lunch about one fifteen, walking up the sidewalk and entering the building.&nbsp; He met with Shelly, listening to what she had to say with a curious smile and a cocked eyebrow even Mira could see from the street.&nbsp; Probably telling him about the unexpected applicant.&nbsp; Randall nodded and spoke a bit with Shelly, making her smile in response, then turned and started across the open lobby toward his private office door.&nbsp; He strode along the glass wall, apparently deep in his own thoughts, but suddenly looked up and out the windows, looking straight towards Mira's perch on the bench.&nbsp; There was an almost knowing smile on his face as he looked away, continuing to his office.<br><br>Different girls came and went from his office for the next two hours.&nbsp; Then, a little after three, Randall emerged, accompanied by two of his employees, a dark haired young woman with a hint of asian around her eyes and a bright redhead wearing a daringly low cut peasant blouse.&nbsp; They both beamed as he led them to Shelly's reception desk and had a quick word with her, then led the two women to the street.&nbsp; As they arrived on the sidewalk, a hired car appeared around the corner, pulling up to them.&nbsp; A driver got out and went to hold the back door open, so all three could enter the seat.&nbsp; They then started to drive away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 17:19:46</strong>
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				[ooc: I'm sorry, real life concerns have swamped me.&nbsp; I haven't been able to check in here at all.&nbsp; If possible, and if you're still interested, I will try to tag as I can, but can't make any real promises.]
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				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 17:50:48</strong>
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				I appreciate the problems and I am patient.&nbsp; This will be here when or if the time comes you'd like to and be able to carry on.<br><br>Lando<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 20:58:15</strong>
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				That glance through the windows unnerved Mira.&nbsp; She looked away casually, practiced at feigning indifference and inattention.&nbsp; But her instincts were aroused.&nbsp; He had seen her there somehow, noticed her enough to put the secretary's description and her profile together.&nbsp; As soon as he moved inside his office door Mira was up and off of the bench.&nbsp; She would have to change her spot and her approach.<br><br>Indeed she returned to her office, got her surveillance equipment surreptiously located inside her car and took up a new surveillance of his office, from a safe distance. A discreet binoculars with view screen inside the car would give her the sighting she needed without being seen.&nbsp; And indeed it worked a dandy, Mira sighted Mr. DeVanne as he left the office, climbing into a car in the company of two women.&nbsp; Mira shook her head at his audacity and slowly began tailing the car.&nbsp; She guessed that Mrs. DeVanne hadn't been wrong about this fellow, but wondered at his audacity.&nbsp; Some couples she just couldn't understand.
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				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 02:12:44</strong>
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				The car moved slowly through light traffic without the slightest indication they feared being followed.&nbsp; They moved toward a less ritzy part of downtown, pulling to a stop in front of a somewhat run-down looking four story apartment building.&nbsp; She was able to see as he led them in the front door, his arms casually draped around them, one on each side, his hands cupping their asses without complaint from either of them.&nbsp; From scanning the windows, it appeared that there were six units on each floor.&nbsp; After ten minutes there was no change in the lights in any of the front units.&nbsp; There was an alley in the rear, and an abandoned building opposite.&nbsp; Now Mira could see three lighted windows on the third floor, but she really couldn't get a good angle to see inside the windows.&nbsp; But opposite building also had windows.&nbsp; If she could get into it and up to that level, she would have a direct view into the apartments, where there was a good chance DeVanne and his paramours were up to ... something.<br><br>DeVanne actually owned this building, and had converted three apartments on the alley side of the third floor into a single play place.&nbsp; Sarah and Emily had been here before, and were looking forward to an afternoon alone with their handsome boss.&nbsp; When he let them in, Sarah instinctively headed to close the blinds on the windows, but DeVanne stopped her.&nbsp; "There's nothing over there but an empty building," he smiled.&nbsp; "Maybe some homeless bum or drug addict will be watching,&nbsp; So what?"&nbsp; Sarah had to admit, the slight sense of danger of being seen added another touch of spice.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 03:22:49</strong>
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				Mira cased the situation in moments, moving quietly and carefully around the building, sure not to raise any alarm.&nbsp; It quickly became obvious what the course of action was.&nbsp; Using skills from years on the service, she found an entrance to the abandoned building invisible to DeVanne's windows.&nbsp; She stepped carefully inside.&nbsp; It was the sort of place vagrants and drug addicts used, and only after casing the entire building did she let down her guard and look for the right vantage point.&nbsp; <br><br>She soon set up shop in a room on the third floor.&nbsp; The window was small, better to keep her own visibility down, but looked straight towards the lit windows.&nbsp; Carefully setting up shop, Mira pulled a box over to seat herself , slipped out a pair of binoculars and assessed the situation.
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				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 02:26:25</strong>
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				DeVanne and his two girlfriends apparently didn't consider the risk of being observed worthy of thought.&nbsp; There were lights on in the apartment across the way, and there were no curtains or blinds blocking observation through the wide picture windows.&nbsp; Sarah, the dark haired asian beauty with a slinky figure, was walking from the window towards her boss, who watched her approach with a calm but suggestive smile.&nbsp; Over by the bed, the redhead, Emily, her hair falling in waves around her shoulders, was eagerly starting to pull off her blouse, revealing a skimpy black bra.&nbsp; Sarah reached DeVanne and seemed to melt into one of his arms as he leaned down to pull her lips to meet his own.&nbsp; They kissed for quite a while, his hand sweeping across her back and stretching down to cup her ass and pull her into him.&nbsp; Then together they turned to watch as Emily unzipped her skirt and pushed it down to reveal a matching pair of panties with her bra.&nbsp; The lacy black fabric made a daring contrast to her pale, freckled skin.<br><br>DeVanne and Sarah exchanged a couple of remarks, then he crooked his finger to Emily and had her walk toward the other two.&nbsp; Emily was still wearing her high heeled shoes, making her sway like a stripper as she approached the other two.&nbsp; DeVanne and Sarah took a couple of steps back, his eyes glancing upward, then they seemed to settle on a spot and waited for Emily to get near.&nbsp; When she stood by them, Sarah slipped from DeVanne's arm and into an embrace with Emily, kissing her while she stroked her arms.&nbsp; She entwined her fingers with Emily and raised both hands up above their head.&nbsp; DeVanne came up behind Emily, stretching up toward the ceiling, his hand out of visual range until he pulled down a pair of restraints on a chain apparently attached to the roof.&nbsp; While Sarah held Emily's hands still, he encircled the redhead's wrists with the cuffs.&nbsp; Emily hardly looked upset at being bound in this way; her body was stretched as she stood on heels, a smoky smile on her face.&nbsp; She licked her lips and watched as the other two backed up a few paces from her.<br><br>Emily could only watch as DeVanne, behind Sarah, began to slide up her dress while his lips teased her neck and ears with whispered kisses.&nbsp; When the hem of the long dress cleared her hips, it was clear Sarah was not wearing panties, and her mons appeared smooth and hairless.&nbsp; DeVanne continued to pull up the dress, revealing her breasts, and finally slipping it off over her head.&nbsp; Sarah leaned back against DeVanne, nude, while his hands roamed freely over her body.&nbsp; All Emily could do was watch, her lips slightly parted and her body starting to squirm.&nbsp; His fingers played with her breasts and nipples, making Sarah arch her neck against his chest and writhe in his grasp.&nbsp; Her cries could almost be heard across the alley when DeVanne's fingers slipped between her thighs and began to play with her vulva.<br><br>The view was effecting Emily, and she was trying to lift one leg to rub her thighs together, but with high heels it was too precarious to gain any satisfaction from that.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Sarah gasped, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as DeVanne rubbed her to a climax.&nbsp; Part of the excitement was seeing Emily's reaction to her display of pleasure.&nbsp; DeVanne held the asian girl through her spasms, letting her sag into his arms until she started to recover.&nbsp; Then he gave her shoulders a small push, to send her to her knees before Emily.&nbsp; Instinctively, Sarah put her arms around Emily's waist and rested her head against Emily's stomach, her still heavy, warm breath now bathing Emily's sex.&nbsp; DeVanne, meanwhile, still fully dressed, stepped around behind Emily.&nbsp; His hand went down her back, very slowly, until it reached her ass.<br><br>Then it withdrew.&nbsp; When it returned to her butt, it was quick, with a slap that made Emily jump and moan, her head lolling back on her shoulders.&nbsp; Sarah began nuzzling her way up Emily's belly until she reached the bottom of her breasts.&nbsp; Her tongue sneaked out to wriggle at the globes toward her nipples.&nbsp; DeVanne's hand struck again, and Emily's reaction seemed almost like a shuddering climax...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 23:43:44</strong>
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				At first, Mira was all business.&nbsp; She'd done this countless times before, and there was nothing worse than missing your chance at documenting it.&nbsp; She had to thank Devanne for the window of opportunity, literally, he gave her.&nbsp; It was pretty common to have the blinds shut before Mira could set up a camera, but this fellow didn't bother with that.&nbsp; She had plenty of time to scope things out with the binocular, get out the appropriate camera and lens and start snapping.<br><br>That was how it began.&nbsp; This particular episode didn't proceed as Mira expected, however.&nbsp; At first she hardly saw what the three were up to, she was so caught up in making sure she got good pictures of the adultery with clear views of everyone's faces.&nbsp; That was harder than people imagined.<br><br>People had a lot of misconceptions about her job, actually.&nbsp; For example, most people imagined that it went like this, with her taking furtive pictures in the dark of some hot, steamy action.&nbsp; In actuality though, what the private investigator caught on film was almost always depressingly mundane.&nbsp; Unattractive people pressed against each other awkwardly before they turned off the lights.&nbsp; Mira could count on one hand the number of times she'd caught anything like this on film.<br><br>And within moments these three had surpassed even that.&nbsp; Mira actually forgot to take pictures for several long moments as she watched the action through the binoculars.&nbsp; The restraints were a surprise, she had to admit.&nbsp; She'd pegged DeVanne, and especially the two bimbos, as just that.&nbsp; A couple of airheads willing to fake some lesbian sex and give some blowjobs for a pay raise.&nbsp; This, though, this was going beyond any cliche Mira knew about.<br><br>"Holy shit," Mira muttered as she watched the man begin to spank the bound woman.&nbsp; Her first reaction was to break things up, or to call the cops, seeing the guy get violent.&nbsp; It didn't take a psychologist though to quickly assess that the redhead was enjoying herself, caught between the soft tongue of the woman and the stone hands of DeVanne.&nbsp; Mira snatched up her camera, shaking her head and reminding herself of her duty.&nbsp; Catching him in this act could prove useful in whatever sort of legal mess the man's wife wanted to make, even if the girl seemed to like it.&nbsp; Mira zoomed in as best she could on the reddened ass of his victim, ignoring the look of peaking pleasure on the woman's face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 05:48:01</strong>
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				Emily was clearly making some kind of sound with each slap on her ass, her body undulating as if waves of pleasure were slipping along her from the impact.&nbsp; But the expression on her face was not pain, but growing ecstasy.&nbsp; Her breasts swayed, and Sarah's tongue kept teasing the globes, sweeping up the undersides to lick at her blatantly erect nipples.&nbsp; Then her head moved down the helplessly swaying woman until her kisses reached her panties.&nbsp; Sarah pulled them down, all the way to Emily's ankles and off her still high-heeled feet, nuzzling against her crotch.&nbsp; Emily was now pinioned between DeVanne's slowly slapping hand and Sarah's face.&nbsp; She stood trembling, still crying out at each swat, her face twisted in intense pleasure.<br><br>DeVanne's hand rubbed over her buttocks between each spank, caressing her tender ass cheeks, his finger teasing into the valley between, perhaps even massaging her back entrance before slipping away to prepare another stinging slap.&nbsp; Sarah's fingers rose to play with Emily's nipples as her tongue licked more and more aggressively at the captive's pussy.&nbsp; Emily was at times outstretched, trembling, and at others sagging in her bonds, gasping for breath.&nbsp; Their observer could only imagine the sounds she was making, unable to hear through the glass of two buildings separating them.&nbsp; Finally, Emily's hands clasped at the chains above her, straining to keep her balance as waves of orgasm possessed her body.&nbsp; After long moments of bliss, she sagged helplessly into DeVanne's arms.&nbsp; As he had before with Sarah, he wrapped his arms around her, supporting her as her post climatic weakness claimed her.&nbsp; After a bit, still holding her up with one strong arm, he reached above and released her wrists from the cuffs, wrapping both arms around her again when she collapsed against him.&nbsp; He turned her around so she could drape her own arms over his shoulders, sighing weakly against his chest.<br><br>Sarah's head was resting upon Emily's ass, gently kissing the red-glowing flesh.&nbsp; DeVanne reached to run a hand on her head, like petting a devoted puppy, and she arched her neck in pleased response.&nbsp; He said something to her, and she smiled and rose gracefully to her feet.&nbsp; She turned directly to the window, walking slowly right up to the glass.&nbsp; She stared through the clear, unobstructed window, but her gaze was sort of blank.&nbsp; Behind her, DeVanne said something else, and her eyes lifted to the upper frame of the window.&nbsp; She reached up, and pulled down two straps that seemed to have one end attached to the wall above the window frame.&nbsp; She stared at them with a touch of fascination, then, as DeVanne spoke again, she held up her arms and, one at a time, fastened the ends of the straps around her wrists with what appeared to be velcro lining.&nbsp; The straps held her wrists at about the level of her head, and clearly she could escape if she felt the need, but she showed no inclination.<br><br>Emily was recovered now and could stand beside DeVanne as he held her to his side with one arm, the two of them moving up to stand behind Sarah.&nbsp; He released Emily and put both hands on Sarah's waist, making her step back from the window, but his hand on the small of her back made her bend back towards it.&nbsp; She now stood with her elbows and even the side of her face against the cool pane of glass.&nbsp; DeVanne's hands were moving over her back and ass, and her respiration was clearly deepening, causing a sheen of fog to appear on the glass with each breath.<br><br>Emily nodded to some order from DeVanne and stepped away to get something from a bag at the back of the room.&nbsp; When she returned, she knelt beside Sarah's legs.&nbsp; She stroked the new captive's nearest limb for a moment, licking the outer thigh.&nbsp; Then, both she and DeVanne steadied Sarah as she raised a foot, allowing Emily to slip it into a high-heeled boot, which she laced mid way up Sarah's calf.&nbsp; They did the same to her other leg.&nbsp; Sarah was now balanced on amazingly high heels, her legs spread apart and her ass raised a good six inches higher than it was before.<br><br>On her knees, Emily moved back a few feet to be beside her boss.&nbsp; Between Sarah's spread thighs, the private eye could see glimpses of the girl's hands moving at DeVanne's belt, clasp, and zipper.&nbsp; Although his penis was still hidden behind Sarah's upper body, it was clear from Emily's actions she was stroking his organ, using both hands and leaning in to add her mouth to his stimulation.&nbsp; Then Emily held his prick gently and guided it as he stepped near to Sarah's behind, his thick cock coming into view as Emily positioned it between and through the bound woman's thighs.&nbsp; The observer could not really see length at this angle, but the cock appeared thick and rigid, and it pressed upward so its top surface rubbed against Sarah's vulva as he shifted her hips slightly back and forth.&nbsp; Sarah certainly seemed to respond to the rubbing.<br><br>DeVanne nodded to Emily, and continued to guide Sarah's motions with his hands on her hips as the other girl crawled closer to the window.&nbsp; From below, she leaned up to use her tongue on the other woman's dangling breasts, concentrating on teasing her nipples.&nbsp; After a few minutes, her lips drew away, but her hands raised.&nbsp; She held something silver in her fingers, and Sarah gasped, fogging the glass as a clip was attached to one nipple.&nbsp; Emily smiled slyly, speaking softly to Sarah as she raised a finger and gently jiggled the clip.<br><br>Sarah's face now held the intensity that had been on Emily's during her bondage and spanking.&nbsp; DeVanne leaned foward and said something to Sarah, who nodded quickly, her mouth open and a bead of saliva dripping down through the condensation on the window.&nbsp; DeVanne shifted, arched his back and thrust with his hips.&nbsp; Moving her more than him, still controlling her with his hands on her hips, he began the unmistakable motions.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 22:44:43</strong>
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				Mira had taken the shots she needed, of Mr. DeVanne and the woman he was not only cheating with, but beating with his bare hands.&nbsp; There wasn't a divorce lawyer in the state who couldn't bring home the paycheck with that in their hands. "Like taking candy from a baby," Mira said to herself out loud in the empty quiet.&nbsp; She lowered the camera and simply watched from the window.&nbsp; <br><br>She might as well leave, she told herself.&nbsp; Unless the fellow was going to kill somebody there wasn't any reason to gather more evidence.&nbsp; She might as well leave.&nbsp; But Mira didn't find herself leaving, too caught up in watching the scene unfold across the dark alleyway.&nbsp; She watched as the redhead thrashed her way to an obvious orgasm, even while chained, arms suspended in the air, her ass clearly reddened even from this distance.&nbsp; It was a wonder to Mira.&nbsp; In a pornographic film, sure, the girl might act aroused for the man's and the audience's good.&nbsp; But Mira had never known a whore or a slut so well versed in acting to pull off this redhead's performance.&nbsp; There seemed nothing but genuine pleasure in her response to DeVanne's attentions.<br><br>She had just about decided to pack things up as that encounter came to a conclusion.&nbsp; But DeVanne, a man of seeming unending lust and stamina, had more in mind.&nbsp; Within moments Mira not only found herself still watching but raising the camera to her eye again.&nbsp; She took no pictures but simply watched the scene through the vantage of the zoom lens, able to see every movement of the three in their sexual dance.&nbsp; Mira gasped in time with Sarah as the beauty's nipple was clamped and teased with.&nbsp; Mira could almost feel the pinch on her own breast, imagining what the jolt of pain would be like.&nbsp; Yet though the woman pulled and jumped in her bonds, she did not protest, but simply added more of her hot breath to the window.&nbsp; <br><br>Mira had never had interest in watching pornography, though she didn't consider herself any kind of prude.&nbsp; But she did not tear her eyes from the scene, watching through the field of the zoom lens.&nbsp; When DeVanne finally thrust himself into his bound lover, Mira let out a grunt as if he had done it to her.&nbsp; Unawares, the hand not holding the camera was stroking her own legs and crotch lightly, the sensations she imagined in the other woman transferring to her own skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 23:20:02</strong>
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				DaVanne's hands on Sarah's waist continued to control her movements, which were becoming more and more violent.&nbsp; She clutched at the straps holding her wrist cuffs with a sort of desperation, as if they were keeping her from going under a churning sea.&nbsp; Her breath fogged against the window faster and faster.&nbsp; Her dangling breasts were now slapping against the glass as her body rocked from her master's thrusting.&nbsp; The nipple clip also smacked against the glass, probably making a sound in the room, a sound that might have been overwhelmed by Sarah's moans and DeVanne's grunts.&nbsp; Behind her and him, Emly had wrapped her arms around her boss, her fingers pulling apart his shirt buttons, then dragging it down his arms to unveil a firm, even muscular chest and torso.&nbsp; He gave her the minimum cooperation needed for her to complete the task, his concentration fully on Sarah's treatment.&nbsp; Then Emily sank down, her hands working to draw down his pants to leave him as naked as his two paramours.<br><br>The watcher could tell when Sarah exploded.&nbsp; Even bent as she was, she arched her body into the window, her breasts flattening on the glass and the area by her face almost completely obscured by heaving breath.&nbsp; Her knuckles were white where she clenched at the straps.&nbsp; She seemed frozen in some timeless universe of ecstasy that lasted long moments before she collapsed.&nbsp; Her arms stretched, she went on, or at least toward her knees on the floor, her body now flat against the window.<br><br>Behind her, DaVanne could be seen, quickly reaching up to release the cuffs so that Sarah could fall back against his chest.&nbsp; He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tilted her back as he slid to one side, taking her back into one arm.&nbsp; His other apparently slipped under her thigh, which could be seen as he lifted her from the floor, his thighs flexing with strength as he stood, cradling Sarah's listless body in his arms like a child.&nbsp; She turned her face into his chest and moved one weak hand against his shoulder.&nbsp; He turned away from the window, giving their watcher a good glance at his strong, virile erection and then his firm ass while he carried Sarah to the bed farther back in the room.&nbsp; He gently laid her on the sheets, stroking her forehead once before leaning down to give her a light but lingering kiss.<br><br>His body was sweaty, too, and he rose and went back to the window.&nbsp; He leaned one straight arm into the glass and seemed to rest there, letting his body cool while giving the watcher a long survey of his naked body.&nbsp; His head was slightly bent and his eyes closed for a few minutes, then he opened them and raised his eyes to look out, almost as if he was looking directly into Mira's room, into her eyes.&nbsp; The twinges of a small, sly smile formed in the corners of his mouth.&nbsp; Then he moved away.&nbsp; He returned to the bed, slipping in above Sarah's head on his knees.&nbsp; Emily immediately crawled onto the bed beside Sarah and stretched her neck to begin licking at DaVanne's organ.&nbsp; Sarah perked up, and from below began to add her tongue to the homage.&nbsp; DaVanne reached a hand to each girl, stroking their hair and smiling down to them.<br><br>However teasing the play appeared, it did not seem to lead to further climaxes.&nbsp; Instead, when DaVanne decided that Sarah was recovered enough, he got up, helped both girls to their feet, and, with an arm around each of them and him in the middle, led them through a door into a hidden bathroom to shower and clean up.&nbsp; If there was shower play (and there was), Mira would not be able to observe it.&nbsp; When they emerged, after quite a bit of time, they dressed quickly and prepared to leave.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 23:24:55</strong>
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				It was hard for Mira to believe, given all the girl had just been put through, but the look of ecstasy on Sarah's face was cold hard evidence.&nbsp; The private detective just shook her head, amazed as she watched the girl's climax and more literal release from her bonds.&nbsp; What would that be like?she had to wonder to herself, finding her hands stroking gently at her crotch, pondering.&nbsp; As if to add to the visions, Mr. DeVanne nearly posed in the windows, like some Playgirl model, his raw sexuality on display.&nbsp; It was impossible not to imagine what that cock, still so erect, would feel like in Mira, whether it could drive her to such a crushing orgasm as she'd just watched.&nbsp; Mira had never orgasmed from pure penetration, but she could almost imagine it in such a erotic situation as she had just watched.&nbsp; However, she couldn't imagine how the women drew pleasure despite the bonds, the pain of the clamps and spankings.&nbsp; Quite a pair her target had found, to be so attractive and yet so disturbed sexually.<br><br>Mira sighed, half relief and half disappointment as the festivities ended, or at least paused.&nbsp; She found she had been nearly holding her breath that whole time, her body tense and cramped.&nbsp; She'd nearly jumped when it seemed her target had looked straight at her.&nbsp; But she was better trained than that.&nbsp; Nothing gave you away more than a sudden movement.&nbsp; She'd waited until the three had disappeared from sight and then adjusted her position, and her pose. Stretching her muscles, she waited to make sure the man didn't have anything else up his sleeve.&nbsp; When the three of them left, Mira checked her camera and equipment and then made her own way out.&nbsp; Mrs. DeVanne certainly got her money's worth there, she thought to herself.&nbsp; One night's surveillance and enough evidence to not only get a divorce, but probably start a film business.<br><br>Mira drove back to the office, trying to ignore the aroused state of her body.&nbsp; It was business, she reminded herself, even if it was a bit more like watching an adult movie.&nbsp; She wondered though about those two, and how they came to be with him, how they could enjoy what they had just seen.&nbsp; And she wondered about Mr. DeVanne.&nbsp; It was no surprise he was cheating, she supposed, with the sort of desires he had.&nbsp; A very perverse man.&nbsp; But a very charming man, she thought, thinking of the eyes that had nearly locked with her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 04:06:13</strong>
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				Back at her office, Mira still faced several hours of work.&nbsp; She would have to download her video to her computer drive for editing.&nbsp; She would pick out the most incriminating shots, the ones showing the best view of both faces and deeds, and print stills to present to the client.&nbsp; There were reports to make, billing hours to record and justify, and so on.<br><br>Randall DaVanne and his two employees also returned to their office.&nbsp; As he entered, his receptionist Shelly smiled knowingly and handed him a video camera that had been dropped off.&nbsp; Randall was expecting it, took it with a nod, and slipped into his office.&nbsp; He, too, downloaded and examined a video.&nbsp; He smiled as he saw sequences he liked.&nbsp; He was adept with the editing software, enhance the clarity of some scenes, clipping short segments and saving them as separate files.&nbsp; Once he was satisfied, he opened up an email client and sent off a quick note with an attachment.<br><br>As Mira was working, her terminal beeped and indicated an incoming email.&nbsp; The return address couldn't have been more blatant:&nbsp; RandallDaVanne@DeVanneResearch.com.&nbsp; "I love how you work, my dear.&nbsp; I wonder if your colleagues, or for that matter, my wife would be as understanding.&nbsp; We should discuss this.&nbsp; Tonight, at Nineteenth and Nottingham.&nbsp; Six-thirty."&nbsp; There was an attachment on the note.&nbsp; The video was only about half a minute long.&nbsp; It was from an angle slightly above, as if taken from the floor at the apartment building just above the one used by DeVanne and his lovers this afternoon.&nbsp; It showed a woman looking intently through a telescopic lens while her hand was busy rubbing at her crotch.&nbsp; When she took the camera away for a moment, it was obviously Mira, and the expression on her face was... wanting.&nbsp; The end of the video froze on that expression for five more seconds before fading out.<br><br>A quick check on the internet showed that the address was of a private club called "Squires".&nbsp; Members and guests only, and supposedly only the most exclusive people in the state had memberships there.&nbsp; He had left word with the management to allow Mira Caswell to come in that night as his guest.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 21:13:37</strong>
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				Mira had always hated the desk work of being a cop, and it turned out to be little different as a PI.&nbsp; &nbsp;Worse, probably, because they couldn't afford much administrative work, and left most if it in the hands of the investigators.&nbsp; Editing video, editing pictures, they were all things Mira was forced to learn on the job here, and she'd still much rather be out on the street.&nbsp; Some things never changed.<br><br>It was with some relish then that Mira switched to her mail client, happy for the diversion.&nbsp; The happiness only lasted until she saw the sender.<br><br>"Oh fuck," she muttered to herself in the empty office, waiting a long moment before even clicking on it.&nbsp; Scenarios were racing through her head, possibilities.&nbsp; After that, solutions.<br><br>None of them approached the scale of the problem she unearthed in one simple e-mail.&nbsp; Mira watched the video twice, perhaps hoping to find some way out of her bind.&nbsp; Unfortunately as she'd been demonstrating all afternoon with her own video, it was not difficult to pull out a positive ID at that distance with the right zoom.&nbsp; Simple physics suggested it worked the same in the other direction.<br><br>Being a detective and getting tagged was bad enough.&nbsp; Mira felt shame pulling her stomach down with a sinking sensation.&nbsp; The rest, well, it took her professional shame, added a nice thick layer of personal shame, and topped it with a heaping dose of "getting fired."&nbsp; <br><br>"Squires," Mira muttered to herself, looking at the location on Google Maps.&nbsp; He wanted to rub it in what sort of pull he had, that was clear enough.&nbsp; And there were few places more private.&nbsp; Certainly he had to expect she might not be the only one his wife had hired, so his business and home were out, anywhere he could be followed.&nbsp; Mira knew that if it were not for the invitation, there would be no way she'd be able to get her foot inside that door.<br><br>Well, two could play this game.&nbsp; He didn't want his wife to know yet that Mira had been outed.&nbsp; With hurried precision, Mira went about saving the various incriminating photos she had of Randall.&nbsp; She uploaded them to several locations.&nbsp; And then pulling a trick out of the movies, she set up some of the evidence to be e-mailed to Mrs. DeVanne, on a 24 hour delay.&nbsp; He had something she wanted to get rid of, and she had the same.&nbsp; Mira was content to call it a draw.<br><br>Feeling more relaxed, Mira finished clearing up her work.&nbsp; She didn't file anything, she had a feeling her little surveillance might have never happened.&nbsp; Tying up all the loose ends, she headed to the car.&nbsp; It occurred to her to change her outfit, she imagined Squires wasn't exactly casual work attire friendly.&nbsp; But she decided against it.&nbsp; Better to keep things on her own terms.<br><br>At 6:30 on the dot, Mira climbed out of her car, handed the keys to the valet and gave her name at the door.&nbsp; Her heart was pumping, but calmly, like before a run.&nbsp; Negotiations were part of the business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 03:37:12</strong>
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				The doorman at the entrance looked like he'd be just as comfortable running a hit on a drug dealer as dressed in a nice suit opening doors for the elite.&nbsp; No doubt an ex-cop padding his retirement.&nbsp; The beefy street kind, although there was a trace of the beef going to fat.&nbsp; He took one look at her and held her up with a single raised finger.&nbsp; "Employees entrance is in the alley," he said simply, gesturing down the street half a block.<br><br>But once she told him her name and that she was a guest, he moved finger to his ear and repeated her name into his sleeve cuff.&nbsp; A moment later he lowered his arm and moved to open the door.&nbsp; "You're expected, Miss Caswell.&nbsp; Sorry about the, uh, misjudgment."&nbsp; His expression still looked like he didn't think he'd misjudged at all.&nbsp; From the way she was dressed, her type belonged at the servants' entrance, not the front door of Squires.<br><br>Inside, she was enveloped in wood paneling and velvet curtains.&nbsp; Elegant paintings decorated the walls, originals, not copies, although not flashy in any sense.&nbsp; Everything about the place spoke "elite, exclusive, wealthy, powerful."&nbsp; There was a podium station a few feet inside.&nbsp; A lovely young blond woman in a svelte black halter top dress greeted her by name from behind the stand.<br><br>"Miss Caswell.&nbsp; You are expected.&nbsp; If you'll come with me, please."&nbsp; She turned to lead further down the corridors.&nbsp; From behind, Mina could now see that the dress left her with a bare back to the waist; in fact, it dipped so low she could see the hint of indentation between her rear cheeks.&nbsp; The dress flared for her hips, then narrowed again, ending just below her knees and so narrow, the girl had to take careful small, narrow steps to keep within its diameter.&nbsp; The enforced style of walking seemed to emphasize the sway of her ass as she led the way.<br><br>There seemed to be small dining rooms or lounges, perhaps 'salons' was the best word, off the corridor on both sides.&nbsp; The corridor itself seemed quite long.&nbsp; The usher, or whatever she was, passed several closed doors until she reached her goal.&nbsp; This door was also closed, but she tapped lightly and waited for some response before she opened the door.<br><br>"Master DaVanne," she said respectfully as she looked inside, "your guest has arrived."&nbsp; She seemed to wait for some signal before opening the door wider to allow room for Mina to enter.<br><br>"Thank you, Serina," the male voice said from inside the room.&nbsp; "Show her in, please."<br><br>Serina now opened the door fully and stood aside as Mina stepped past her.&nbsp; There were a half dozen intimate round tables in the center of the room.&nbsp; At one wall was a small, one step raised stage.&nbsp; Surrounding the edge of the area with the tables were another half dozen sofas and side tables, arrayed to face the stage.&nbsp; The only one at a table was Randall DeVanne, his chair pushed slightly away from the table, as he sat back comfortably with his legs crossed.&nbsp; On the stage a lone woman was seated playing an acoustical guitar.&nbsp; She was fingering classic Spanish solos with great skill.&nbsp; DeVanne had his eyes closed and seemed to be listening intently, a dreamy smile on his face.<br><br>He opened them, however, as Serina and Mina approached.&nbsp; He gestured with one hand to the other chair at the table, more adjacent to him than opposite.&nbsp; "Miss Caswell," he said calmly, "please sit down and enjoy the music.&nbsp; If you'd like a drink, you can give the order to Serina.&nbsp; Serina, I hope I'll be seeing more of you later," he added to the blond.<br><br>"Yes, sir, if you'd like," she smiled back, seemingly very pleased by his attention.&nbsp; She actually pulled back the chair for Mina to be seated, then waited to hear her order.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes Are More Than Watching</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 22:54:26</strong>
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				For the most part Squires as was Mira had expected.&nbsp; The asshole bouncer muscle, the ridiculously attractive hostess dressed for the guests.&nbsp; It was like a high scale Hooters, she thought to herself as she followed the woman, unable to avoid staring at that swaying ass. <br><br>When she stepped into the salon though, Mira was a bit taken aback.&nbsp; She'd expected either a small private room, like at a strip joint, honestly.&nbsp; What she hadn't expected was such a large lounge, occupied solely by her suspect.&nbsp; WEll, target, she supposed.&nbsp; It was hard to get the force out of your head.<br><br>Mira actually smiled to herself, amused, at the scene.&nbsp; This DeVanne considered himself quite the epicurean it seemed.&nbsp; She strode in, dressed in her slacks and blouse and sat herself down in the offered chair.&nbsp; She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the hostess's eagerness.&nbsp; What was it about this guy, she wondered.&nbsp; Sure he was rich, but he had girls creaming their panties.&nbsp; If they knew what he had in store for them ...<br><br>That brought Mira back to business.&nbsp; "I don't need anything, thank you," Mira said politely to the hostess, then leaning back in her chair and staring at the man across from her.&nbsp; She quirked one eyebrow and simply waited for the room to clear, for him to say his bit.&nbsp; &nbsp;she was sure he had a bit, he was the kind of guy with bits.
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