Digging up the truth.

I headed out and went back to my desk. I called the stripper Miranda Locke again but still had no luck getting hold of her. So I started looking into the model Ms. Madison Waters. I was not surprised to find out she had an only fans account. She wasn’t a model like I had thought of. She had done plenty of actual modeling work but a lot of it was her modeling stuff in her house and some of it was semi nudes.

As I scrolled through Ms. Madison Waters' Only Fans account, I couldn't help but notice the striking features that made her a popular figure online. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascaded down her body like a waterfall over her sun kissed tan complexion, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. Her skin was a radiant, sun-kissed, and her full lips curled into a perpetual pout that seemed to dare me to look away. She had a collection of tattoos on her arms, shoulders, hips, lower back with intricate designs that added to her edgy, sultry aura. I clicked on one of her posts, and a photo of her posing in a white lace bodysuit and a Santa hat loaded on my screen where I could see nipple piercings underneath. I looked back at the photo from the report and saw she had removed the piercings. I figured out my defense and began counting her piercing and tattoos.

The next picture I found was of her in a bikini with her lips wrapped around a lollipop from this summer. Her breasts had gotten bigger over the last few months. Maybe not drastically but it was noticeable. But it was not just her breasts but her hips, thighs, and ass as well were fuller and more voluptuous.

As I continued to scrutinize the photos, my eyes darted back and forth, comparing the subtle changes in Ms. Waters' physique. I zoomed in on the bikini picture, my cursor hovering over the curves of her hips, and then I switched to the Santa hat photo, studying the way her nipple piercings seemed to gleam in the light. I made a mental note to ask her about the piercings during the questioning. My gaze lingered on the lollipop in her mouth, the way her lips were wrapped around it as I wondered what it feels like to have those lips wrapped around my cock.

“Well she has some nice breasts.” A voice said snapping me back to reality. I turned to see a woman peeking over my cubical wall.

"It's for a case," I smirked, quickly minimizing the image on my screen.

“If you say so. Are you Knight?” Her dark hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, with a few strands escaping to frame her face. She looked good in a brown leather jacket that had a slightly worn but stylish appearance, draped casually over a snug black shirt that hugged her bosom just right, hinting at her curves without being overly revealing but enough to draw the eyes to her full breasts. The fabric of her shirt clung to her in all the right places, accentuating her figure and making it hard not to notice.

Her blue denim jeans fit snugly around her wide hips and long legs, the fabric soft and broken in, suggesting they were well-loved and comfortable. It was clear she was dressed for comfort over business, giving off an effortless vibe that contrasted sharply with the polished office attire of the other women I had seen here.

"Are you a process server?" I joked. She seemed to be out of place. The question hung in the air, my attempt at humor masking my genuine curiosity about her presence.

"Nope." Her reply was short but carried a hint of playfulness, as if she enjoyed my confusion.

“Then that is me.” I nodded.

"Too bad you took so long to answer. I was going to kiss you?" She said with a coy smile as she folded her arms under her breasts causing her bosom to lift some. The boldness of her statement caught me off guard.

“Not that I will say no but I generally like to know the name of a woman before I kiss them but it’s not a deal breaker?” I grinned, enjoying the flirtation that hung between us.

“My name is Cassandra. I am the in-house private investigator. Up until now, I was the only one on staff.” She gave a sly smile, her confidence radiating as she leaned slightly closer, making it clear she was not just here for small talk.

“Shh. Most people do not know yet.” I put my finger to my mouth jokingly.

"I also should probably also kick your ass. I have to get all dressed up tomorrow and sneak into a country club tomorrow." She smirked at me and gave me a playful push. I tried to picture her dressed up in a polo shirt and golf skirt with a sweater tied around her waist. The image was both amusing and oddly appealing, a stark contrast to her current edgy appearance.

“You could always pay a caddy to take some pictures.” I shrugged.

“If you want something done right do it yourself.” She shrugged. “So who is the sexy hot bitch you are looking into?” She walked in and around behind me into my cubical. The way she moved was confident and purposeful, as if she owned the place. She had no sense of personal space that was for sure as she put an arm around my shoulder and leaned in close to look at the woman.

“Madison Waters. She got hurt by an underwire bra and is suing for pain and suffering and lost wages because she missed a swimsuit shoot.” I held up the file I had on the desk, trying to keep my tone professional despite the absurdity of it all.

“And you are doing what?” she asked as she leaned closer, her breasts pushing against my back. The closeness was distracting, stirring a mix of surprise and awareness within me. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the sudden intimacy made it hard to concentrate on the case at hand. I had a feeling she was the type of woman who used her sexuality to get men to give her info without them even knowing it.

“Counting tattoos and piercings. Goes to the character of the plaintiff.” I grinned wondering if she could figure out my play.

"If you say so." She smiled. Suddenly her phone rang. "Hang on one second." She stood up and pulled out her phone and leaned back against the cubical wall. Her posture shifted slightly, as if preparing for a performance. I watched, intrigued by the sudden change in her demeanor.

"Hello." She said, sounding more chipper and professional. Even her accent changed, sounding more general. "I am with Dinner to Door delivery service. We are a new company trying to get people to sign up for our service. We texted you to let you know you have been selected for a limited-time offer for a free pizza of your choice." Her tone was bright and inviting, clearly designed to put the recipient at ease. I watched her with interest, impressed by how easily she adapted her demeanor.

"Yes ma'am, I am serious. All we need is your name and address, and we will have a pizza sent to your address totally on us." She said with a smile and motioned for me to give her something to write on. I grabbed a pen and my notepad I had been jotting things on, flipping to a new page as I wondered how this would play out.

"One second, let me write it down." She smiled as she held the phone to her ear and began to write on the pad. "Okay, got it. We will have it right to you." She smiled, handing me back the pen with a satisfied look on her face. "You have a good day." Her professional facade slipped away as she concluded the call, revealing a hint of mischief in her expression.

"Got you, bitch." She grinned as she hung up the phone, going back to her typical accent. The contrast between her earlier professionalism and her playful attitude was striking.

“And the winner for best actress goes to.” I did a little clap at her play acting.

“Thank you. Thank you. I owe it all to drama club in middle school.” She joked and tore off the page.

"Do I want to ask what that was about?" I gave a curious look at her. The intrigue was killing me.

“Porch pirate. She stole some meds delivered to a client’s door. Now I have video of the delivery driver faking a signature for a package from the camera I posted at a house where the residents are out of town where I had a burner phone delivered to and possibly the porch pirate who stole the meds who just gave me their address.” She said. It was smart I would give her that. She had tracked down a porch pirate while in the office doing other things.

“Here. If you need a cop to get the meds back my brother can help. He is a cop and is a sucker for a pretty face.” I took the pad and wrote out my brother’s name and number.

“I find that highly offensive. I am also have a really nice pair of tits if you haven’t noticed.” She put her hand on her hip and thrust her chest out slightly. Her boldness caught me off guard, but I couldn't deny the truth in her statement. She raised an eyebrow as if daring me to disagree.

“I didn’t know it needed to be said but I cannot argue with that.” I smiled as I glanced down at her chest and then back up to her eyes.

"So you helped me with a case, two actually, what do you want in return?" She smiled, leaning against my desk. "I don't like owing favors, especially to the new guy."

“If you are not to busy can you run down a lead for me?”

“Shoot.”

"The case I am on a professor has an ex-wife. I think they split for a reason and she might be more willing to talk about it with another woman than me. It is possibly him being inappropriate with students." I pulled out a file, handing it to her.

"Got it. You want me to go talk to her girl to girl." She nodded, flipping through the file. "Any particular angle you want me to work?"

"You might want to bring some diapers as a gift to break the ice and get in the door. She just had a baby." I suggested, remembering a detail from my research of her social media.

“"Clever." She smirked, clearly impressed. "That will at least get me in the door.”

“So why can’t you go?” She gave me a look.

“I have to go to a lingerie studio and probably three different strip clubs.” I shrugged.

“Wow it must suck to be you. For the record I wear a thirty-eight double d while you are at the lingerie studio if you are thinking of buying me a thank you gift.” She winked, heading towards the door. "I'll let you know what I find out about the ex-wife."

“Noted.” I smiled as I watched her walk away. Her ass swaying from side to side in her jeans.

I went back to work trying to figure out when Mrs. Waters had put on the weight. It was hard to pin down by her pictures alone but a post four months old on her social media gave me a hint as she had announced she was giving up drinking. A smile crossing my lips at what I had found out.

“Hey Chris.” A voice said and I looked over to see Megan.

“Hello Megan.” I gave a warm smile and turned my chair from my desk to face her.

“I am not sure what kind of coffee you like but I brought you a cup to thank you for the help earlier.” Megan offered a cup of coffee in plastic cup with a lid.

“Thank you, That is very thoughtful of you.” I smiled as I took it.

“So, are you heading to lunch in a bit?” Megan bit her lip shyly as she brushed a lock from her face behind her ear.

“Afraid I have places to go and clients to see during my lunch break.” I shook my head.

“Oh. I wanted to see if you wanted to grab something with me but I understand.” She nodded. I could see a touch of disappointment on her face.

“I didn’t know they let interns out for lunch.” I teased.

“I am not a prisoner.” She gave a little laugh.

“Sorry, your right. At least prisoners get paid a dollar an hour when working.” I joked with a smile.

“Hey.” She stepped forward giving me a playful push.

“But I think you for the coffee.” I smiled and took a sip. It was very sweet with plenty of cream.

“Is it okay?” She said curiously.

“It is fine. Thank you.” I smiled.

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I left work heading to the lingerie studio. The place was a little more upscale then I might have pictured with a receptionist sitting behind a desk filing her well-manicured nails as the lobby was empty though I doubt they had many people just walking in. It occurred to me that I probably should have made an appointment ahead of time but it was to late now and they didn't seem to have a lot of foot traffic. I couldn't help but admire her impressive cleavage in a red blouse as I got closer.

“Hi welcome to Wicked Passions. Can I help you?” The receptionist said as she looked up at me.

“Hi I am Christopher Knight with the law firm Wolfe and Drake representing your company in a lawsuit brought by Madison Waters. I was wondering if I could speak to someone in charge.” I smiled.

“One moment please.” She smiled as she reached over and picked up the phone. I couldn't help but take her in as she waited for someone to answer the phone. Her red blouse, unbuttoned just enough to showcase a hint of black lace that played peek-a-boo with her ample cleavage.

The way her breasts moved with the rhythm of her breath, rising and falling gently as she spoke, was mesmerizing. The red blouse she wore had buttons that looked like they were fighting a valiant battle to keep their posts, stretching slightly with each inhale she took. It was clear she was a woman who knew how to dress to leave an impression. After talking in a hush tone for a second she hung up the phone.

“Miss White can see you now. Please follow me.” She smiled as she stood up and smoothed out her skirt. As she did she showed off a great view down her cleavage as her black lace bra held her two massive globes together. Her chest was a marvel, two perfect handfuls that threatened to spill out of the confines of her red blouse at any moment.

Her hips swayed gently from side to side as she walked in front of me, guiding me through the maze of Hallways that led to a room full of tables with lingerie designs. Her skirt was tight, hugging her curves like a second skin, and with each step she took, her round ass bounced slightly with every step. She had legs that went on forever, and the way they moved in those high heels was nothing short of hypnotizing. I found myself staring, unable to look away, and she seemed to enjoy the attention.

"So can I ask? Do you wear the lingerie here?" I smiled.

The receptionist looked back over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Absolutely." she replied with a wink, the corners of her full, red lips curling upwards.
Each step she took sent a delicate shiver through the fabric as her breasts bounced.

“Good. Arch your back.” I heard a voice say as the receptionist lead me into a studio room. As we entered did I saw a model dressed in lingerie as she sat on a bed. Her hair was up in pigtails as she pose for a camera man. I would guess they were having some kind of shoot.

The model looked up at us briefly, a hint of curiosity in her eyes before returning her gaze to the camera lens. She was dressed in a white and pink lace number that barely contained her voluminous breasts, the fabric cupping them perfectly and pushing them upwards. Her nipples were barely hidden in the small demi cups threatening to come into view as she shifted on the bed, creating an tempting sight that was difficult to ignore.

Her corset cinched in her waist dramatically, creating an hourglass figure that was both modern and timelessly erotic. The laces crisscrossed in the back, hinting at the complexity of the garment and the effort it took to get into it. The panties were a matching thong, leaving just enough to the imagination as they hugged her panties tightly while showcasing the model's toned legs and shapely hips. She arched her back slightly at the photographer's command, and the brassier pushed her breasts together even more, creating a deep valley between them that was begging to be filled. Other models dressed in satin robes sat around talking and waiting there turn.

The receptionist led me to a small sofa and gestured for me to sit as she approached Miss White, a stern-looking woman in her late forties, with her hair pulled back into a tight bun, wearing a pair of glasses. She smiled as she looked over and then came to join me. Miss White was a full figured voluptuous woman. Her skirt was a form fitting hugging her curves so tightly that it was like a second skin, revealing every contour as she came over. The way it clung to her ass was like it was painted on, emphasizing the fullness and roundness of her hips. Her blouse hugged her large bosom as if it were afraid to let go, the fabric stretching tautly across her chest. The red color set off the paleness of her skin and the black lace bra she wore underneath added a touch of sophisticated eroticism. Her waist was cinched in by the tightness of the blouse, creating a dramatic hourglass figure that drew the eye down to the swell of her hips and the flare of her skirt. ,More then a few buttons were undone to show off a necklace that hung over her chest and a touch of cleavage.

Her breasts, however, were the true masterpiece. They were large, round and full, the kind you wanted to bury your face in. They were perched high on her chest, defying gravity in a way showed off the elsticity of her brassier underneath as they had a natural bounce. Each one was a perfect sphere, the kind you'd want to cup in your hand and feel the weight of. The lace of her bra peeked through the gap between the buttons, hinting at the treasure that lay beneath.

"Hello Mister Knight." She smiled as she offered her hand. "I am Sabrina White, head of Wicked Passions.”

“Christopher Knight. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. I can see you are a very busy woman.” I smiled looking at the model on the bed who was in a pose with her back to the camera showing off the curves of her ass to the camera.

“Of course. Thank you for taking the time to come and meet with me. Please have a seat." She said. I was still holding her hand as she sat down and took a seat.

So, what can I do for you mister Knight?” Miss White sat down next to me, and as she did, giving me a side view of her ample breasts. She had an ass that was nothing short of awe-inspiring. The fabric of her skirt clung to her curves, outlining the contours of her buttocks like a second skin as she sat. I thought it might rip.