Heather Rousseau, Private Eye by Michael Elk Heather gets more than she bargains for while on a case Rousseau stared at her reflection in the mirror. She thought she looked quite attractive in her short black dress, and with the makeup and the long dark wig, there was little chance she would be recognized by anyone other than a very close acquaintance. That was reassuring because this was one establishment where she hadn't ever expected to find herself. Heck, two weeks ago, she didn't even know that such places existed. She would have expected a sex club to be dirty and sleazy, but the washroom was large, clean and classy, with marble counter top and those new-fangled sinks that sit above the counter top and have stylish faucets and handles. Heather Rousseau was a 24 year old recent grad from a securities course in college, and had accepted a position as an investigator for a large private detective agency. This was her 2nd case and the assignment was to establish certain habits of a husband who had been discovered to be a frequent visitor at the club. "Have you been here before?" Rousseau took note of the tall blond addressing her and leaning over a sink, applying mascara. "No, it's my first time, and I must admit to being a little apprehensive." "Well, it's my second time and I'm still pretty nervous. I guess that's to be expected when you're not on home territory and your attractiveness is about to be judged by a lot of men. I'm Carol by the way" the blond said. "Corinne." Rousseau replied. She wasn't about to give her real name. Likely most customers gave pseudonyms and 'Carol' likely wasn't the blond's real moniker either. "What brings you here, Corinne? I assume that you're here alone." "Yes. Boyfriend and I split up last week, and I guess that's why I'm here. I've never done anything remotely this risque or this brave. It's not really me to be in a place like this. I'm kind of old fashioned and I doubt I'll go very far even if I meet a guy who's really good looking and nice to boot." Heather was lying about the boyfriend since she had been dating Greg now for 6 months. But her insecurity and old fashioned values were genuine, and had this not been a job, there was no way in the world she would have been in this place. The admission of her timidity to Carol was intended as an explanation when she refused to participate in anything sexual later on. "Well with that body and your pixie looks, you should leave the gentlemen drooling at least. Why don't we go in together. That way we can provide each other moral support. I could use a drink to give me courage. How about you?" "Good idea. I know I won't get far without at least a couple drinks in me." ******** There weren't many people in the bar/restaurant area, but the ones at the tables they could see were generally young, well-dressed, and respectable looking - the latter characteristics no doubt a result of the $50 cover charge. That $50 fee would also have been a deterrent to Heather had it not been a fee chargeable to the business. The two women waited for a couple minutes at the 'Please Wait to be Seated' sign before a pleasant, attractive and classy-looking hostess greeted them. "Hello. My name is Rachel. Is this your first time here?" "Mine," Heather replied. "But Carol has been here before." "Then I'll give you the full description of our services. There is a $50 cover that will be added to any restaurant and bar charges. The cover is necessary to establish us as a private club and avoid a lot of undesirable government rules. This lower floor is for socializing and contains game and meeting rooms as well as the bar and restaurant. It's designated full clothing. However the 2nd floor is where the real action is, and you're welcome to try it out if and whenever you decide. Full nudity is acceptable and partial nudity encouraged. There are locker rooms at the top of the stairs where one can change and leave their belongings. One is not required to have sex, though most people here are looking for clandestine affairs. We rarely have problems with unruly clients or unwanted advances because we have discrete bouncers positioned to insure your safety. Now follow me and I'll take you to your table." ******** Carol and Corinne were only seated a few minutes before the first male approached and offered to buy them a drink. They declined, and Carol made derogative comments on his looks once he'd left. Heather had found him pleasant at least, if not good looking, and got the impression that Carol would be quite receptive with the right guy. They were on their 3rd drink and had rejected advances from yet another man, when a good looking couple, about 35, approached and asked if they could join the girls. By then Heather was feeling light headed, and a lot less inhibited, and she also sensed that she would be safer in a foursome. It was her rather than Carol who said 'sure' and invited the couple to join them. The man was tall and dark, and quite good looking, and Heather was a bit annoyed when he chose to sit beside Carol rather than herself. The woman sat next to Heather and was brunette, slim and attractive, with a pleasant, confident demeanor. About 10 years older than Heather, she had the face type that never aged and would still be alluring when she was 50. The woman made the introductions. Her name was Lynn and his was Brian and it was their first time at the club. Carol and Brian were soon into a more or less private tete a tete, to Heather's annoyance. Even at his age, he had boyish good looks, and it was apparent that he and Carol were getting along splendidly. That left Heather and Lynn to either chat to each other or to sit in an awkward silence. "Brian was the one who wanted to come here. He's a little more adventurous than I am. He wants us to try other partners and I suspect that he'd enjoy a threesome. What are you looking for?" Heather repeated the story about breaking up with her boy friend, and about her timidity about actually doing anything sexual - at least not going all the way with someone. Their mutual shyness and trepidation broke the ice, and they soon found the conversation easy and enjoyable. Eventually Brian suggested that they go upstairs and check things out. Heather had to agree because the wayward husband she was investigating had to be there, and there was no other way to get the dirt on him. Going as a group would at least make it a lot easier than going by herself. ******** The three girls entered the change room at the top of the stairs, each armed with a lock and an assigned locker. "If I take my dress off, I'll be down to panties and bra." Lynn exclaimed. "Same here," Heather replied, "but the hostess did say that we were expected not to be fully clothed." Carol smirked "Don't worry about that. If things haven't changed since I was here last time, we'll be the best dressed out there. Let's leave on our heels by way of protest." If Heather had to appear half-naked in front of strangers, she was glad at least that she had put on her sexy black underwear. As the other two removed their clothes, Heather shot a clandestine glance their way both from curiosity and to see how she stacked up against the 'competition'. Carol had a model's build, with her tall, slender frame, and that caused Heather a tiny pang of jealousy. Lynn however surprised her. Her naked arms and shoulders looked strong, showing a pleasant, defined musculature, and her flat abdomen and solid glutes were indicative of some degree of exercise. Hidden by the dress, her fitness had not been apparent. "Wow, do you lift weights?" Heather couldn't hide her astonishment. "Not a lot," Lynn replied, "more just working out. But I do have a personal trainer, who was likely a marine drill sergeant in a past life. He puts me through my paces for an hour twice a week, and weight training is part of his program." "Time to head out and see what we can find." Carol appeared the most eager, and hastened their fate by holding the door for the other two. ******** Brian was waiting for them in the hallway, clad only in his briefs. His physique was a match for his wife's, and Heather discretely admired his athletic build and good looks. She visualized herself in his arms and could imagine forgoing her standards should the opportunity arise. She gave her head a shake and reminded herself that she was on the job and had to watch for her client's husband. This first sortie was to establish the layout of the club and the accessibility of the prey. Then a followup visit would establish evidence with a miniature camera. The foursome entered a large room, with deep, luxurious chairs and sofas throughout. There were a lot more people here, but the weight of clothing evident wouldn't have been one tenth that on the lower floor. Naked and semi-naked men and women moved nonchalantly about the room or lounged on the plush furniture. Several couples were engaged in heavy necking and one pair were stretched out full length on a sofa taking things to a definitely indecent level. Heather and her friends found a couple chairs and a settee together and made themselves comfortable - though comfort was not exactly what Heather felt. It was obvious that people were here for a lot more than socializing, and several who had been necking when they first arrived were now heading for the back rooms with no attempt at concealing their intentions. By now, the thought of her job had completely left Heather's mind as she struggled with the sudden rush of raw sexuality about her. She wasn't a prude, and she didn't find it particularly sensual watching others make out. However there was an element of eroticism just with the suspense of an unknown future here, and her stomach was all aflutter. What would be her reaction if a Sean Penn or an Ashton Kutcher should suddenly materialize desiring her full attention and her body? Then she felt a light touch on her shoulder. "Okay?" Heather looked up to see Lynn looking down at her, eyebrows raised. On the settee, Carol had attached herself to Brian, lip to lip, her bra already abandoned. ******* Things were moving a little too fast for Heather. Lynn had caught her unprepared, and now led her by the hand to the back hallway where the private rooms were located. Had a male made advances, she would have expected it and easily made a yes or no decision based on her feelings at the moment. Heather's feelings were presently anything but clear. She was in more or less a state of shock. Lynn was attractive, but Heather wasn't gay. The attention was flattering and Lynn was a nice person. In earlier conversations, she had branded Brian in as the one seeking sexual adventures and appeared to be the reluctant one in the family. Not that Heather hadn't admired Lynn's athletic build, but normally her thoughts didn't include lesbian sex. Caught off guard as she had been, and in spite of her conflicting feelings, Heather found herself helpless to stop the train and get off. She didn't want to hurt Lynn's feelings and it would be awkward to pull her hand free and turn tail. Nevertheless as she was led her down the hall, Heather formed a resolve to decline whatever advances her friend might have in mind. The first 3 rooms all had 'Occupied' signs evident. The fourth room, however was vacant, and Lynn pulled Heather inside and closed the door. The room was small, with no furniture except a double-size bed.. Lynn tugged Heather around so that they were face to face, placed her hands on Heather's back and pulled her close. That placed them almost nose to nose, and Heather could feel the quickness of Lynn's breath against her face and the softness of Lynn's breasts against her own. Heather felt a pleasurable tightness in her lower abdomen, but rallied the forces of resistance. "No. I don't think I can, Lynn" she said and started to pull away from her friend. But Lynn's strong arms tightened suddenly and drew Heather back into her grasp with sufficient force that Heather let out a small 'oomph' as their bodies collided. Lynn's eyes transfixed Heather's hypnotically, and Heather seemed to lose the will to resist. Her limbs felt rubbery and lost strength, and she stood there passively waiting for Lynn to speak or to act. Lynn lowered her head and placed her mouth on Heather's black silky bra. The material was thin and Heather had no trouble feeling Lynn's hot breath on her skin or her tongue teasing the nipple through the fabric. And as the bra became saturated with moisture, Heather felt the coolness of evaporation and found it amazingly erotic. Though she was still not resolved on carrying through with the affair, Heather felt her body relax involuntarily to enjoy the sensations. That freed those strong hands from holding her captive, and unbeknownst to Heather, they began to unclasp her bra. Heather felt disappointment when the mouth withdrew from her breast, then surprise when her bra dropped to the floor. However the mouth quickly returned, and attached itself, leech-like, to Heather's now-naked breast. Unencumbered by cloth, Lynn teased and rasped the nipple, feeling it engorge and swell with her ministrations, and making quick work of any faint resistance still left in her prey. For Heather, the rush of pleasure was overwhelming, and her sudden intake of breath took in half the air in the room. In ecstasy now, and with eyes shut tight, Heather squirmed to the touch of thumbs on each breast. Suddenly Lynn's mouth was on hers and softly feathering back and forth over the sensitive tissue, until Heather felt her lips part of their own volition. A tongue, thick and rubbery, took advantage and snaked inside, and Heather welcomed the intrusion by clamping down and sucking greedily. While still locked in oral pleasure, Lynn pushed her partner towards the bed. Heather's legs hit the mattress, causing her to fall backwards, and Lynn followed her down, confining Heather's body with her weight. "Ahhhhh...." Heather moaned with surprise as she felt the older woman's teeth gently sink into the soft tissue of her neck. Her entire body shuddered with delight. Then Lynn was sitting up, still straddling Heather's torso, and removing her own bra. An awkward moment ensued when the pleasure of contact was necessarily interrupted for the removal of underwear, but Lynn immediately pushed Heather back down and quickly smothered the younger girl's body, reestablishing her dominant position. Both females were now immensely aroused and eager. They lay together sprawled and naked, their breasts mashed together, kissing and sucking. "God you're gorgeous, Corinne" Lynn breathed, and moved lower, a moist tongue moving over Heather's belly, then snaking into the navel to cause tremors and butterflies in Heather's lower regions. Heather had all but forgotten her fake name, and now would have been helpless to remember it with what Lynn was doing to her body. I'm being fucked, Heather thought in a delirium of arousal. I'm being seduced and I'm going to be fucked by a woman and there's absolutely nothing I can do to stop her. But by then, Heather was in a sexual nirvana and no longer had the will power or the desire to resist. And when Lynn moved lower to tongue tease her inner thighs and the erogenous zone surrounding her sex, Heather's pelvis rose of it's own accord to welcome and encourage the assault. Then Heather felt Lynn's tongue at the door, teasing and feathering the sensitive mucous membranes of her sex. Nothing in Heather's past sexual experience had prepared her for this. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. Now her tormentor was going far too slowly, refusing to enter and claim the prize. Heather heard herself moaning, whimpering and begging for release. Finally Lynn's tongue found and took possession of Heather's clit. Heather thought she would explode. Lynn hands were on Heather's hips keeping the thrashing body from pulling free of her mouth, as she expertly brought the younger girl to a massive orgasm. Lynn lay heavy on Heather's body for several minutes before she lifted her head and smiled down on her recent conquest. Heather was in ecstacy. "Wow. I've had sex before but never like that. That tongue of yours is amazing." "Mmmmm...., I agree that was wonderful." Lynn breathed. "You have such a gorgeous body, and I'm going to hold you here all night. I want to feel that sexy bod of yours between my legs forever." Heather had no desire to escape, and would have cheerfully remained this woman's prisoner for as long as Lynn might wish to keep her captive. She felt sexually satisfied, and Lynn's weight on her chest and the pressure of Lynn's thighs against her body felt splendid. Had Heather been feline, she would have been purring. However she knew she should try to repay her new friend. But she found it awkward suggesting that she wanted to bring Lynn to orgasm. "I think you'll have to get off me if you want me to reciprocate. I doubt I'll be as good as you are, but I'd like try to please you - you know, make you come. God...... This is awkward....." Suddenly Lynn was laughing at her. And then Heather was laughing as well. "OK then. What I mean is, get the hell off me so that I can fuck your brains out." ******* Heather hung around after the others had left. She felt happy and sated, and pleased that she'd been able to bring Lynn to orgasm as well. But she also remembered that she had come here on a mission. She hadn't intended in participating in the wantonness, but Lynn's seduction, though horrendously pleasant, had waylaid and ruined her plans. She'd been paid to spy for a client and had followed her subject into the club. Now she would wait around for half an hour or so to see if he might appear from one of the back rooms. She was somewhat annoyed at herself for her complete lack of professionalism. However her report to her client and the company would not go into details of her activity this evening, and she could use her failure as an excuse to return to the club again. That wasn't particularly an unpleasant thought. ******* Brian and Lynn walked down the stairs hand in hand. "How was Carol?" Lynn asked, squeezing her husband's hand. "Very nice. Though not a challenge. She was more than a little eager, but she has a great body and knows her way around a bedroom. And how was your little project, Corinne?" "Well she sure wasn't expecting me to come onto her. She is, or at least she was, straight. When I made my move, she was like a deer in headlights. But once I'd got her a bit aroused, she was hot, hot, hot. Thanks for letting me choose. You get first pick next time. Her real name is Heather Rousseau, by the way, and she lives at 614 Chestnut, Apt 14. I had a chance to check her purse while we were in the dressing room. She's 24 and also blonde on her driver's lisence." "You liked her didn't you." "Yeah, she was special." "From a male point of view, she might not be drop dead gorgeous, but wow! She just oozes sex appeal, and with that sweet, innocent face, she could melt a few hearts." "Well she melted mine a little. I hope she comes out to the club again, but we don't see her in a couple weeks, I'll start hanging around Chestnut St and see if I can arrange a chance meeting." "Good hunting. And if you get bored with your little pixie after a few meetings, you might consider setting up a menage a trois. You know that I'm always willing to help out if needed."