Unknown - Ripe for revenge

The phone at the other end only rang three times before a bored female voice answered. "Agency."

"This is Mr. Donner."

"Oh yes sir!" Suddenly the voice was far from bored.

"I believe you know what I like. Please have it delivered as soon as possible."

"Yes sir. I'm sure you'll be very satisfied with…"

"Fine," Donner said, cutting the woman off. "Just make it happen."

Then he hung up.

I usually don't allow myself to make snap decisions about people. Especially ones I haven't really met yet, but all I couldn't help but think that Donner was an asshole.

Putting him in the same boat as Carol Addams.

All of it making me look forward to getting this case over with as soon as I could.

But for right now, I had to get moving.

Something, or someone was on their way over to Donner's and I didn't want to take the chance of accidentally being spotted while lurking outside his home.

Checking up and down the street to make sure I wasn't seen, I cleared the wall, then strolled over to my car where I made myself comfortable.

Might as well hang around to see who was coming.

Who knows, I might get lucky and this could have something to do with the case.

Yeah sure.

Luckily I didn't have long to wait. Within thirty minutes a car pulled up in front of Donner's house. It did seem rather strange that the car didn't pull up into the long driveway.

Instead it pulled to a halt at the curb. The passenger side opened, letting a young lady out. Once she was clear the car pulled further down the street and parked.

Even though I was only across the street, it was difficult to get more than just a glimpse of the young woman. The darkness making her no more than a shadow.

All I could tell was her skirt was short, her heels were high, and that her body was very nice.

I shook my head wondering what kind of Lady Killer this guy could be if he was having to bring in call girls.

Just for chuckles I hung around for a while longer.

I suppose there was a part of me that wanted to see that the girl came right back out.

Wanting to see that this asshole Donner was only a six second wonder.

To show me he only had the lasting power of a flea.

Only the girl didn't come out again for a long time.

A very long time.

Time was creeping by slowly. I couldn't believe it when I saw the girl come out again. Forcing me to double check my watch.

She had been in there for nearly two hours!

And they didn't seem to have only been passing the time away with idle conversation.

Not with the way the girl was having problems walking.

First, as she reappeared, she was no longer perched on her heels. Carrying her shoes in her hand as she made her way over to the waiting car.

She also moved as if it were difficult for her to do stay on her feet.

Could Donner have fucked her so hard she couldn't even walk straight?

I tried to push the thought from my mind as I made my own way home. No matter what I did, I couldn't help but wonder what had gone on.

If the asshole could really be that good!

Luckily all those thoughts were gone, melted away by the next morning. I had other things to put my mind to. Such as following Donner around.

As with most detective work, it was boring.

Nothing like what the T.V. cop shows make it look like.

It's a miracle I don't weigh three hundred pounds with all the sitting around I have to do. Once I followed Donner on his morning drive into work, all I could do was sit in my car.

Waiting until he went somewhere else.

My only problem was that he didn't. He never left his office until it was time for him to go home. At this rate, the case was going to go on for a very long time.

I had been hoping for some kind of a break. Hoping Donner would have some meeting with his mystery partner. At the very least, get a phone call from this mystery person.

Now as I followed him back home, all I had to look forward to was another long night sitting in front of his house.

Again I was hoping for some luck. Maybe contact would be made at his home.

Those hopes were dashed the instant Donner picked up his phone.

One of the toys I have for surveillance is a small box which ties in with my wire tap set. A great thing it does is tell you the number of the phone at the other end of the line.

Even as he dialed, it hit me that I knew what this number was.

He was calling the Agency again.

I'm not even sure why I did it, but my hand quickly reached for the little black box.

There was one other thing my toy could do.

By flicking a switch, I could cut in and take over the call.

"Agency," I said in a dull voice, chomping my lips as if chewing gum.

"This is Mr. Donner. I believe you know what I want."

I played my end of the conversation just the way the operator had done the night before, assuring him someone would be sent right out.

Once I hung up I looked at my watch. Thirty minutes would be tight, but I thought I could make it to my place to change, and still get back in time.

Questions filled my mind as I drove. I still didn't know why I had done it. Why I suddenly felt the need to take the place of a call girl.

Turning myself into a whore!

I already knew Donner was an ass.

But then curiosity had always been a big hang up for me.

I suppose it's why I went into this business. I just had to know things. Not being able to leave a mystery alone.

That, and I guess I was also wondering what Donner really had tucked away in his pants.

Was he really that good? Good enough to keep a professional working girl busy for two hours?

To make her walk with weak, wobbling legs.

As if she had just fucked an entire football team!

But there was the job that I could use as justification for what I was about to do.

Once I got in his place, heavens only knew what kind of information I might find.

Or I might even convince this man that he wanted me to hang around him for a while longer. Long enough for me to get a handle on what he was up to. Anything to keep me close enough to pick-up a clue.

Being by his side would certainly be much easier then sitting out in the cold. Having to watch from my car.

Certainly more comfortable.

At least those were the excuses I made to myself.

By the time I arrived at my apartment I had had more than enough time to decide on what I was going to wear.

Something sexy, but not too revealing.

Exciting, but not slutty.

Because of the ticking clock I didn't have the time to waste by mulling through my mind about what I was about to do.

Ignoring once more those warning bells ringing in my head.

Otherwise I might have talked myself out of the whole thing.

I would have been much better off if I had.

Quickly I stripped off my clothes and wiggled into a pair of tiny black lace panties. They were hardly more than a G-string, and all but transparent.

They went perfectly with the lacy garter belt I fastened around my waist.

I had been going so fast that I had to stop and think about what I was doing. Taking another moment, I tucked the garters down under the panties before pulling on a pair of nylons.

Some nice ones that came up high on my thighs.

Extra sexy with the nice seams running down the backs of my long legs.

From my closet came a leather mini that was so short that the tops of my nylons nearly showed.

The last thing I grabbed was a vermilion silk blouse that highlighted my naturally red hair perfectly.

The snug silk also clung very nicely to my unhaltered breasts.

Letting my nipples show as they tried to poke their way out.

By the time I parked my car in front of Donner's house, my cat was all but dripping with excitement!