Rendevouz at the Docks

Dock 22 sticks out like a rotten tooth into the harbour. Its the most remote place in the industrial district and you hate coming down here. Often your clients get a little too enamoured with the romance of hiring a private detective and try to think of the most classically clandestine meeting place in the city. So meetings that could be handled over a zoom call or at a comfy coffee shop downtown are instead conducted in the freezing cold stinking harbour. Any documents passed between parties are invariably soaked by the salty spray of the ocean and tainted with the thin film of oil on the surface of the dock water.

That being said the woman in green at the end of the concrete and steel pier made this trip to the heap worth it. You rise an eyebrow as the woman standing at the end of the pier attempts to maintain some sense of drama. Her dress clings to her body in the salt spray, cutting a phantom silhouette in the first daring rays of morning sun. You see the outline of long powerful legs travelling up to a vanishing point between her legs. The water was cold, that much was apparent from one look at her ample breasts through the second skin of the dress as it stuck to her body. Her face and hair had managed a little better. Tight auburn curls were protected from the elements by a wide black hat and large round sunglasses reflect only your stupefied expression. She slips the sunglasses off, and fixes her dark eyes on you.

"Excuse me, do you mind at least trying to look me in the face?" The woman clucks her tongue at you and shakes her head. Her accent is broad and hard to place, maybe middle eastern, maybe English. She steps forward towards you and shivers.

You look in the face. It's incredibly difficult. "Hey Miss Mystery, maybe wear some underwear next time you set up a dockside meetup at five in the damn morning." You smirk at her withering look. "Is there any real reason we had to do this here instead of when you dropped off your note?"

"First of all, from what I could see you had your hands pretty full." The woman winks and your cheeks go hot as she punctures your bravado. "Secondly there is a job I want to hire you for, but I wanted to give you the opportunity to walk away without complications. It could be dangerous."

"I'm not sure what you mean." You try to keep it cool, but this sexy woman is teasing you with an adventure, teasing you with her body, teasing you with the collapse of your own privacy. Your heart pumps faster. You hang on her every word

"Oh, You don't know danger? I find that hard to believe." The woman takes a step forward and her dress shifts like a second skin, pulling tight and wet against her curves. Her nipples strain against the fabric, clearly rock-hard. She’s flattering you. It's working. "There is a cross in a church in this city. It belongs to an order that's kept it from my family for years. I would like to have it."

"I'm a detective, not a thief."

The woman snakes close to you. She's so close now you can smell her perfume mixed with the salt on her skin. “You’re barely a detective. But don't worry my friend. No one is asking you to steal anything." She inclines her head up at you, You can feel her hot breath on your face. "I just need to know where they keep it. One picture of it, that's all." She lays a hand on your chest.

It does sound easy, and you need the money. And oh man is it hard to look at this objectively when all your blood is in your cock right now. You need to concentrate. "You said danger?"

"Some, they're very protective of their privacy. But I think you and I both know that there is no such thing as privacy." The woman run her hand down your chest and over your pants. She gives your cock a playful squeeze before stepping back. The woman turns on her heel and starts walking away, giving you a fine view of her shapely ass outlined in the dress.

"I'll do it." You say. but it's superfluous. She already knows she's got a hook in you. She hasn't said anything of payment or terms. She hasn't even...

"Hey what's your name?" You shout after her.

She pauses and turns over her shoulder. The woman's red lips twist into a smile before slipping her sunglasses back on. Then she turns behind a shipping container and is gone.

You stand for a moment stunned. Did you even consider a choice here?