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The Echoing Hallway
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The Echoing Hallway The translucent pane of glass glowed with a soft white light from inside. The light faded into the dark hallway that led up to the detective's door. An audible clicking noise can be heard echoing down the hallway growing ever louder. Until finally the woman in red heels clicked her way all the way up to the door. Her heels dug slightly into the not so worn wood beneath her. Her hand raised slowly and then she lightly tapped against the glass next to the sign saying "Gray Investigations". She stood patiently dressed in her long brown coat that was fastened snugly against her frame. Her handback clutched close to her body, her fingers slightly shaking. "Hold on, one second." echoed the reply from inside. Movement could be heard followed by a loud crash and a quick retort of a curse. Moments later, the door opened to see a tall man with short, dark hair staring out to her. "Yes," he spoke loudly before noticing the long, auburn haired woman in front of him. "Oh sorry mam, the name's Dorian Gray of Gray Investigations. How might I be of assistance." The door creaked open slightly as he lifted his left arm inviting her inside. The heels clicked quickly through the open door way and through the bare room. She glanced about and could tell this "office" if that's what you would call it, also doubled as an apartment for Mr. Gray. The floor was hardwood floor but no carpet or rugs littered any of it's space. A couch looked haphazzardly put together just off center in the main room. Ahead, of where she stood, was a small black desk with two chairs. One for Mr. Gray, and one for his . She moved towards the chair obviously meant for her but stopped just short of it, tossing her purse inside. Dorian looked outside of the door for a second taking in the sights of the dark hallway leading to his office. It wasn't as if she was being followed, or other customers were lining up outside, but he had developed a habit of checking outside any chance he got. Too many surprises have snuck up on him in the past. The door closed with a soft 'thud' behind him as he turned in her direction. That was when her brown coat fell off and she wore a black corset tight against her body. His mouth fell agape, a question hanging off his trembling lip as he took in the sight of her. Her red tipped nails pressed against the flesh of her thighs and she slowly ran them against her skin. The black lace underwear left nothing to the imagination and might as well have not been there to begin with. Her red lips moved in a very alluring manner, "My name is Vixen." She moved and acted as if this were very common for her to do such a thing. "I believe you should lock that door." This brought Dorian out of his stupor, "Now, wait a minute Miss Vixen." In a manner of seconds, she floated across the floor hurriedly towards him, her heels barely brushing against the wood. Her large breasts pushed up against him, pushing him backwards into the door itself. His dark figure causing the hallway behind him to fall dark. "You listen here Mr. Gray, I was sent by Mr Donovan as a bonus to services rendered that you gave him. I will not be call Mam, Mrs., Miss anything. You will refer to me as Vixen or Mistress." Her stern face still had a soft elegance to it that caught Gray off guard. He was certain with how tight against him she was, that she could feel how turned on she had made him. "Now you will reach over and lock that door." Dorian's mind raced for a second as his blood was still a little focused on something else before he realized what he had done. A few weeks prior he had saved Mr. Donovan's from what could have been a disastrous event for all involved. The worst result would have been Donovan's losing his life, and Donovan at the same time losing his company. It was by pure luck Dorian stumbled upon the event while also trying to capture one of the few scum through the city that he had been paid to find proof the man was cheating, which of course he was. Now Dorian stood face to face with one of the most sexy ladies he had ever had the chance to lay eyes on. Part of him wanted to just tell her to leave, he wouldn't stoop to that level. The other part was controlled by his heart pounding in his chest, his ever quickening breath getting harder and harder to control, his growing ache that throbbed against, all he could figure, Vixen's leg. Seconds ticked and the echo of a clock in the distance could be heard but Vixen's bright green eyes stood firm staring into Dorian's hazel. With a final sigh, Dorian relinquished then allowed a half grin to form across his face. "Yes Mistress." His hand reached up and an audible click could be heard coming from the door handle. |
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