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Chapter 4 by Frozen Death Frozen Death

Does Michael want any more?

Yes, he has a follow-up request

"Is- is that enough?" Trish said.

The man swallowed loudly before looking at her mischievously.

"No."

Trish stared at him, mouth agape.

"I've always wondered if the carpet matched the drapes if you know what I mean."

Breathing in deeply, Trish's hands went down to her jeans. In for the penny, in for the pound, she thought. Walking around the countertop, she stared at the worker. His surprised face betrayed that he never expected her to actually go so far.

"Don't tell anyone a word of this, all right?" The blonde investigator sighed, looking at the amused man in front of her.

"Sure thing, blondie."

Breathing in deeply, Trish tore open the buttons on her pants, the upper one flying away, **** to get this over with. She didn't even see the piece of metal hitting the floor with a ping.

Gripping the sides of her pants, she pushed quickly them down, the jeans and panties pooling at her legs in a heap.

It seemed like his eyes were about to burst out of his sockets. Trish had a finely trimmed bush, leaving just the bare minimum of hair covering her pussy. And the carpet matched the drapes - being the same delicately blonde color.

He licked his lips at sight, making Trish blush a crimson red.

"Good enough."

Sighing, she pulled up her pants and buttoned her shirt, completely forgetting about the bra in her hurry.

Michael handed the post-it note, bending over his desk. Trish looked over the small scrap of paper before folding it up and pushing it inside her jean pocket.

"Thanks," she said, flustered.

"Any time," Michael said, smiling like a cat who got his cream.

"Trust me, I won't need more of your help," replied Trish.

Rather hurriedly, she turned around, buttoning up her jacket as she left the building.;

After a minute of waiting, Michael reached for his phone.

"Hey? Hey, do you have Bennet's number? Trust me, she'll want to know," then, after scribbling something down, he dialed again. "Hi! No, we never really spoke, but I think Patsy Walker will soon visit you. No, seriously, and you won't believe how much she wants answers..."

Does the next person want anything?

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