A Private Eyeful

It was clear to me when she walked into my office: she was built like nobody's business. A sweet smile, an exotic perfume, and cleavage you could dive into. Add to that, no bra and nipples you couldn't ignore (at least I couldn't). She looked and acted like top-drawer Beverly Hills pussy; look all you want, but you aren't getting any. "So you're a PI. You former LAPD?" she asked. "Former SFPD," I said. "I got tired of the fog." She laughed. "I hear you," she smiled. "Sausalito houseboat scene. Crazy fun, but that fog..." She paused. "My girlfriends recommended you to me. They said you do excellent detecting." She leaned in to me. "I need some of that excellent detecting. And I'll make it worth your while."