Cold hard bitch, Yeah, just a kiss on the lips

I was open for less than 15 minutes before my first customer came in. What a customer she was too. Murphy Grainger was not a woman used to hearing the word no, and certainly not used to waiting for updates. I saw her pull up in her Audi E-tron, so I knew she had money, and I knew she didn't mind other people knowing about it, but an electric car, not a Ferrari or a Lamborghini, meant that she might have a brain in her head (no offense to Ferrari or Lamborghini owners, but the upkeep on those cars is crazy). 

I also knew she was in a hurry and knew exactly what she wanted as her hand hit the front door and never stopped before slapping it down right on Nancy's desk. "Excuse me, I am here to meet with Mr. Cole this morning, and I am running late!" She said. Not in an angry, privileged way, but in a I need to get this moving, and I have tons of other stuff to do way. 

"Yes, Mrs. Grainger, I am available if you want to come to my office." I said briskly. I could tell Nancy was flustered; she had been getting out the forms and paperwork to start getting her information, but I knew based on the entrance that she wouldn't have waited to do the paperwork. It wasn't really needed either; I knew enough about Murphy Grainger to get started. 

"Well, Mr. Cole, I thank you for seeing me even though I am late. I am sure you understand my time is important." She said it, sighing. 

"I am happy to go over your case and keep things brief this morning." I replied. "Would you mind if I ask you a few questions to start?" 

"Actually, I prefer to tell you my needs, Mr. Cole. I will then be happy to answer your questions so there are no misinterpretations of my expectations." She finished. 

"Of course, we wouldn't want that." I smiled.
 
"As I am sure you know, Grainger Corp. is a leading engineering firm in the tri-state area. It has many contracts with many businesses, from small to international corporations. The work that we do is incredibly confidential; many of our clients give us important information that is proprietary or integral to their businesses; if it were to be leaked, it could ruin our reputation and subsequently destroy our business." She explained. "A little over a month ago, I discovered an encrypted email. It was addressed to my husband, John, who is the vice president of operations. After giving it to our in house tech person, they were able to decipher the message. It was a message explaining the date to transfer data and a threat to continue to feed the blackmailer sensitive data or John's indiscretion would be leaked to me." She finished. "I want you to figure out who this "indiscretion" involves and also to find out who is involved with sending the emails and receiving the data." 

"Yes, Mrs. Grainger. I would like to take this important case on. But I have to ask, why did you choose me? I am confident in my abilities to solve this case, but I am just now opening my services to the public. Wouldn't you feel better about a P.I. that has a longer track record?" I asked. 

"I need someone who is low profile, not known well, but is very good at his job. I was referred to you by the local police department. Also, I had a personal recommendation from Captain Geomonty, whom we have worked with in the past, and he seemed very confident in your abilities," she said.

"Yes, I have a good relationship with the captain. We should probably discuss your expectations and my reporting to you." I said I was hoping this wasn't going to be too painful.

"Yes, Mr. Cole, I expect to get bi-weekly updates from you via encrypted text, a weekly summary of what new information you have gathered, including possible suspects, and you will have my personal email to contact me at any day and time about the personal nature of the indiscretion that shall remain between us until I say otherwise. Is that understood?" She asked, her eye brow raised. 

"Of course, Mrs. Grainger I wouldn't be much of a P.I. if I had loose lips." I replied. 
"Of course, Mr. Cole I am glad we are on the same page. I will be in  touch." Standing up, she handed me a letter with all the information I needed as well as an expense account I could draw from as my investigation continued. She turned and briskly walked out the entrance. I would lie if I wasn't watching that ass sway out my front door, both tight and large; it was begging to be spanked. 

I had specifically set up my office so that my desk could see the front door, but no one could see below the desk from the front. I pressed the button on my office phone, and a second later, Nancy answered the phone. "Yes, boss, what can I get you?" She said. 
"You can bring me a coke from the fridge in the back." I said. 

"Of course, Boss! Coming right up!" She said this as she was getting up and walking to the break room to grab me a coke. 

"Here you go, Matt! I take it everything went OK with Mrs. Grainger?" She said smiling. 

"Oh yes, everything seems to be going great!" I chuckled. "Say, Nance, could you do me a favor?" I asked. 

"Of course!" She said, eager to comply, "Why don't you get down here and suck my cock? Mrs. Graingers ass got me as hard as advanced trigonometry." I said fishing my dick out of pants. 

"Oh yes, Master!" She said and dropped to her knees and started to lick and kiss my rock hard cock before changing up her routine, licking the shaft and balls before deepthroating my cock. She wasn't in any hurry, smacking the head of my cock against her tongue, her tits, and her cheek while alternating gagging on my length as it went down her throat. 

"Shit, here it comes, Nance; swallow it all like a good secretary." I grunted. Which, of course, she obeyed. Giving the tip one last suck and kiss before getting up and wiggling her rump back to her desk... I think I could get used to being a P.I.!