The Detective Ladies

Helen Sanders

"Are you serious? You’re not fucking with me, are you?" the young woman across the desk asks loudly. I do wish she wouldn't swear so much. It could scare off potential customers. Still, with a bit of work, I do believe this can work. She certainly seems driven.

"Of course I'm being serious, Ms. Turner," I respond politely.

"I told you, none of that 'Ms. Turner' shit. I just want to be called Amelia. Is that too much to ask?"

"No, no. I think that's a very reasonable request. I apologize if I offended you, Amelia."

"Nah, it's fine. Sorry if I snapped. I was just reminded of something that happened yesterday that got me worked up. Never mind, it doesn't matter," the small blonde says, though it's unclear if her words are directed at me or herself. "So, you really think I have what it takes to be a personal trainer?"

"Your story is quite impressive, Amelia. If I understand correctly, you've changed a lot since the beginning of the semester, both in body and attitude. The way I see it, your development looks very endearing. I could see a large number of people wanting you to teach them how to be confident and disciplined like you are. I believe there is a decent amount of money to be made, if you're interested. I'd even be willing to help you manage clients," I explain.

"Damn, that does sound kind of nice... and I do like the idea of helping out other people like me..."

Suddenly, our conversation is interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in," I say, already knowing who it is. Considering how headstrong this Amelia character is, I doubt she'll be bothered by a third party.

Half a second or so later, Violet pops her head through the door and looks around. I will admit, it is rather difficult to not think of her as "Ms. Garcia," but I'm trying to get better about being less formal around Matt and his other women. I can tell he prefers us be more friendly when outside of business situations, so I'm working on that.

"You wanted to see me... uh... Ms. Sanders?" Violet asks, trying to be careful what she calls me around other people, which I appreciate.

"Why don't you take some time to think about my offer? You can get back to me if you're interested and want to get into the finer details," I tell my guest.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I'll let you know," she responds before getting up and heading for the door.

I can't help but stare at the short girl's toned legs as she leaves. It seems like no matter how many meetings like this I have, I can't help but ogle each woman the entire time she's in my office. I have to commend Matt on that. He did an excellent job choosing attractive women. I've even spent some of my recent breaks masturbating because of them.

"Hey, it's Violet, right?" Amelia asks as she passes Violet to leave.

"Yeah. And you're Amelia," Violet responds.

"Right. Good to see you again," Amelia says before walking out. Just like me, Violet takes the opportunity to enjoy the muscular woman's body when she's not looking. I suppose we've become quite similar in that way.

After giving Violet a few seconds to watch Amelia walk away, I clear my throat to get her attention.

"Oh... sorry. So, can I ask why you wanted to see me on such short notice?" She asks.

"That was my last meeting with one of Mr. Ander- I mean Matt's other girls today. Because of that, I figured it may be a good time to attend to another one of his requests. One that I thought you might like to accompany me for," I tell her.

In all honesty, that's not the only reason I asked Violet to help me. I also figured this could be a decent chance for the two of us to bond. As far as I can tell, we're two of the closest people to Matt. That Rose girl may be too, but I've had difficulty reading her, what with the whole "Wild Card" thing, so I'm still not entirely sure. Anyway, if we're going to both be toward the top of the chain of commands, I feel like it's a good idea to work on building a decent relationship. Plus, I don't often have anyone with me while I'm working, so it could be fun to have a partner for once.

"You want my help with a job? You do know I have a class starting soon, right?" Violet asks. Luckily, I've already planned for that exact question.

"I've already written up an email excusing your absence. It's ready to send as soon as you give the word," I tell her, glancing at my computer monitor to see the freshly typed message.

"Well, I do like the idea of skipping class. Especially if it's to hang out with my boyfriend's hot assistant/lover..."

I'm embarrassed to admit that my heart skipped a beat when Violet called me hot. I've had such a hard time controlling my emotions recently, especially around her. Something about the way she acts so free, so open with her sexuality. It makes me want to just wrap me arms around her, strip her down, and-

Focus, Helen! This is what I'm talking about. I love that I feel more in touch with my carnal desires than ever before, and that I have people who are willing to make me feel things that I've never felt before, but I can't let those kind of thoughts distract me. Not while I'm working. There's a time for making love to Matt and there's a time for working to please Mr. Anderson. And right now, there's work to be done.

"So, what exactly is this big mission we're going on?" Violet asks, snapping me back to reality.

"I'm glad you asked. You see, there's a certain pair that I was asked to look into. I believe you're aware of them," I explain, which causes Violet to noticeably perk up.

"Wait, are you talking about...?"

"That's right. It's about time we solve the mystery of the Cunningham twins, wouldn't you agree?"