The second bargain

Suddenly I straightened back up, fixed my skirt and returned to my couch. I sat down in a similar sexy pose that I had assumed earlier.

“I hope that this evens our deal, Mr Bradford,” I said in a seductive voice.

The lustful expression on his face was amusing and so were the colours it had gained, but I had to admit that the lapdance had turned me on as well.

“Yes, detective, thank you,” I was impressed by how calm and collected Bradford’s voice was, “I’ve seen a few lap dances in my life and your performance was top notch.”

Apparently he was expecting a response from me, but I remained silent, so after a short pause the host continued.

“Doing business with you is pure pleasure, detective. What would you say to another deal?”

“I’m all ears, Mr Bradford,” not only I wanted to continue our little game, I was also genuinely curious about what else he had to offer.

“Like previously, detective, I can offer you information.”

“Mr Bradford, are you implying that you withheld vital information? Some might consider this obstruction of the investigation,” I replied with a devious smile.

“But detective, you had asked me all your questions. Was I withholding anything?” His face was pure innocence.

“I’m willing to assume for now that you’re still acting in good faith. What would be the other part of the deal?”

“Another lapdance, but this time without the skirt and blouse.”

“Mr Bradford!” I feigned shock, “are you asking a detective on duty to strip?!”

“Only if the detective decides that the information was worth it,” he was bold and sly at the same time.

Even though I suspected he was hiding something, I was also liking him more with each passing moment. Bradford’s voice was calm, but his gaze remained lustful. He was also ogling my body quite shamelessly. I could not hold back and glanced at his crotch to confirm the size of the bulge.

“Let’s say that I’ll consider such a possibility,” I replied, “although I have doubts if your information could be THAT good.”

“You’ll be the judge of that.”

Once again Bradford told me a coherent plausible story which shone fresh light on the case and offered many promising leads. He then answered all my questions and everything fit nicely into place. I was certain that he was telling the truth, but still it was not the whole truth. But was that enough for a striptease (even a partial one)?

“Mr Bradford, I’m genuinely grateful for the information you provided,” I said in a sultry voice, “I’m certain it’ll prove to be helpful. I’ll be fully honest with you,” I sat back and slowly re-crossed my legs, “it was worth a striptease. But I’m also afraid that, as a detective on duty, I simply cannot perform certain activities. It pains me as much as it does you.”

“I understand, detective. Although I’m disappointed and I believe that you’ll be as well. I had another deal in mind…”

Gotcha! I thought to myself. He was still holding something back. I was not going to take my clothes off so easily, first I had to learn something by myself.

“Mr Bradford,” I uncrossed my legs and stood up, “I would hate for anyone to think that I don’t play fair,” I approached him and casually sat on his lap. He clearly was not expecting that and barely managed to hide his astonishment; but that was not good enough to fool a detective.

“What would you say,” I continued, “if I rejoined you after my shift and then fulfilled my part of the deal?”

I wiggled lightly in his lap, once again feeling the bulge in his pants.

“I’m a…” Bradford stammered for the first time and it was very satisfying to hear, “I believe that would be fair, detective,” he finished.

“I’m so glad to hear it, Mr Bradford! See you around three then.”

I got up slowly, making sure to rub his erection with my ass for the last time; I hoped he would be thinking about me the entire day.

“I’ll find the exit on my own,” I added as I walked away at a leisurely pace, swaying my hips to the sides.

“See you later, detective,” Bradford said in a voice that was no longer so confident.

I was certain that his gaze remained fixed at my ass.