Annie finds a woman streaking in her underwear

Annie walked back to her motel with slumped shoulders, the day hadn’t gone as she hoped. Despite giving Laura the five-star treatment: massages, carrying her stuff, cooking dinner, etc. the detective still refused to take her under her wing. So frustrating.

Maybe she didn’t believe in her abilities? All Annie had proven so far was that she would make for an excellent maid, not a detective. If she solved a mystery, then Laura would be **** to recognize her skill and hire her! Now that was a good plan.

But where would Annie find a mystery in the sleepy beach town? Well, she already had one, didn’t she? The riddle of the mysterious licker. Try as she might, the young sleuth couldn’t get her out of her head.

Why would that woman do something like that? The brunette seemed hesitant, so it’s not likely that she was following some primal instinct. Something else, something fishy, was going on. If Annie got to the bottom of it, she would land her dream job for sure!

But where could she begin to investigate? Annie leaned against the door to her room, key in hand. How could she find that woman? It’s not like she would appear and lick her out of the blue as she did with Laura.

“Sorry…”

“Ah!” Annie jumped back and stuck a karate pose. “Ask before licking!”

“Huh?”

Annie took a good look at the other person. She wasn’t the brunette from earlier, but a maid looking at her like she just lost a couple of marbles. “Oh, I thought you were- never mind.”

“I’m afraid I have to clean your room, would you mind waiting outside for ten minutes?”

“Sure, I need time to think anyway.” Annie walked into the town, her mind filled with questions. The night was setting in and she could see the moon reflected on the crashing waves. She was thirsty, so she stopped by the corner shop near her motel.

The glass doors parted automatically and Annie was greeted by quite the scene.

“Didn’t you read the sign? We don’t serve people in swimsuits!” yelled the irritated owner, a middle-aged man with a lazy eye.

“B-but, ah, this isn’t a swimsuit, this is my underwear,” replied a gorgeous woman. She had long gold hair, clear eyes, and the face of an angel. She was wearing a white lace bra and panties that tightly hugged the curves of her voluptuous body.

“That’s worse. No shoes, no shirt, no service! Come back when you are properly dressed.”

“But-but I can’t! Please, you have to let me buy-”

“No, get out. You are making a scene in front of my decent customers.” The owner pointed at Annie, who awkwardly waved back with a smile that wouldn’t charm even her own mother.

“Ah!” Having a bigger audience was enough for the woman to decide to escape. As she crossed next to Annie, the sleuth noticed something interesting. Her lips were orange…

“Wait!” Annie tried to grab the woman’s wrist, but the blonde deftly slid out of her grasp. “Come back! I just have some questions!” Annie followed her outside but too late. The streets were empty, the woman was gone.

Damn, there went her clue to the mystery. Still, Annie managed to snag a paper that the blonde was carrying on her hand. She unfolded it.

“A big bottle of Cola, a bag of flour, a gallon of milk, eggs, whipped cream, and salt. Remember, If you don’t come back with ALL the items, I won’t let you back into the room ♥.”