The third bargain

“Detective,” he said in a mildly uneven voice, “I had high expectations for you, but you managed to surpass them greatly.”

“Thank you, Mr Bradford,” I replied, “surpassing expectations brings me personal satisfaction.”

I reached for my blouse which was lying on the couch.

“Please, detective,” the host stopped me, “please, leave your clothes for a moment and listen to my final proposal.”

Our earlier deal was about a striptease and lapdance, it said nothing about staying naked. I was certain that Bradford would lay out his deal, even if I put my clothes back on. But he sounded a bit off balance, so I thought that my half-nudity would keep him in such a state. I was also enjoying his lustful gaze and wanted to remain underdressed for my own pleasure; I like being horny, even though I was aware it could cloud my own judgement as well.

“All right, Mr Bradford,” I replied, “I’m intrigued, but it better be a good deal, especially if you claim that it’s a final one.”

I sat down and crossed my legs, although without the skirt the gesture did not cover much.

“You’ll be the judge of that, detective,” Bradford’s usual charming smile returned to his face, though it was still reddish.

“I believe,” he continued, “that the final piece of information I’ll give you will lead you to the killer and thus help to solve the case.”

“From the way you say it, Mr Bradford, I get the impression that you’ve been withholding vital information from me. It sounds dangerously like an obstruction of investigation. But please continue,” I slowly recrossed my legs.

I wondered whether he could somehow notice that my pussy was getting moist, it should not be showing on my panties yet, but I preferred not to risk such exposure.

“I’ll tell you everything I know and, like previously, ask for a small favour in return. I fully trust your judgement. If, like myself, you’ll believe that the information will allow you to solve the case, you’ll let me touch you and then give me a blowjob.”

“Ha!” I burst out. His boldness caught me off guard, “you call that a small favour, Mr Bradford?”

“That’s not all,” the host grinned.

“There’s not much more you could ask for after wanting a blowjob,” I commented also with a smile.

“But this time it won’t be you making the judgement, but an actual judge.”

“I have to admit that I’m truly intrigued.”

“If the whole case ends up with a conviction, you’ll agree to have sex with me.”

“You must be fully aware, Mr Bradford, that you’re going too far,” I replied. I knew that he was still playing a game, but a part of me wanted to agree, “I haven’t even said yes to the blowjob yet.”

“Does that mean you agree to let me touch you?”

“Touché! I should be more careful with my words when negotiating with you, Mr Bradford.”

The truth was that I did want him to touch me and I was really curious to at least see his cock. He clearly craved my body even more, but I had to push my will not to agree right away. I bet that sex with Bradford would be awesome, but I could not let him beat me in my own game.

“Mr Bradford,” I said, “I can appreciate boldness, even if you are clearly holding back vital information. That’s why I’ll allow you to touch me, if your help will be THAT significant. Let’s say that I’ll also consider the possibility of giving you a blowjob after the conviction.”

“How about you ‘consider’,” the host replied, putting emphasis on this word, “giving me the blowjob today and after a successful trial you’ll let me take you for dinner.”

“You’ve given up on sex so easily?” I teased him.

“We’ll see how the date goes…”

“So it’s a date already. You should be more careful with your words as well, Mr Bradford,” I winked, “I can agree to such terms. Now, your testimony, please,” I did not specify the blowjob issue and the host did not press it. I bet he simply assumed that it meant that I WOULD suck him off and truth be told, I was tempted to do exactly that, even though I knew I should not. Our short conversation had done little to diminish my arousal and I could see that it was also the case for Bradford. Dressed in just my sexy lingerie and heels I took my notepad and pen, and listened to the host’s testimony. I already knew that he was clever, but now I learnt just how much.

Bradford had managed to give me two portions of the tale, both were plausible and coherent; all turned out to be true. At the same time he succeeded to hide just as much information without me realising it. To my defence I could not have known that there was a parallel story to the entire ****, although as a detective I should have pushed my witness harder. I also was not certain whether it was him who had played me and tricked me to agree to trade information for ‘body’, or was it my seduction that allowed the whole scheme to occur. Would Bradford remain silent, if he had been interrogated by a different detective? I wanted to believe that it was the truth, but that was my pride talking, rather than my reason.

I was soon certain that I had enough leads to find the murderer and the evidence for him (or her) to be sentenced; Bradford must have known that from the start. A part of me hoped to find evidence of his participation, but that part was overshadowed by another - the one that wanted to suck his cock. The thought reminded me of my current clothing; I tried to shake off the arousal and focus on the investigation. Of course I could simply put my clothes back on and walk out, I was certain that the host would not try to stop me (apart from persuasion). He would surely be disappointed, but more importantly I would be disappointed as well. Not because of the hit to my reputation after breaking a deal. I no longer cared about who was on top in our little game. Sure I was excited about the prospect of catching the murderer, but at this point I was even more excited about having Bradford’s hands on my body; and the fact that he obviously wanted it even more turned me on. There was only one thing to do…