SHAME4K. Sex and Noir

In the grimy, rain-soaked streets of a forgotten city, a rugged gumshoe plied his trade. His name was Jack Steele, and his specialty was women. Specifically, getting them out of trouble with their legs.

It was a wet Thursday night when the dame walked into his office. She was a real looker, with blonde hair that tumbled down her back in loose waves, and legs that seemed to go on for miles, encased in sheer black stockings. Her name was Sasha, and she was in a heap of trouble. Her husband, a bigshot executive, was blackmailing her with scandalous photos from her days as an exotic dancer. She needed the negatives, and she needed Jack to get them.

Jack took the case, lured in by the promise of a juicy payday and the chance to run his hands over Sasha’s nubile body. He started his investigation at the gentleman’s club where Sasha used to dance. The bouncer wasn’t talkin’, but when the dame promises a man a more intimate dance, he gabs like a schoolgirl. Seems Sasha’s ex-husband had come by asking about those photos, and one of the girls overheard him bragging about having the negatives stashed in a safe at his office.

Jack broke in that very night, picking the lock on the executive’s office with his trusty tools. The safe was hidden behind a painting of a nude woman, giving Jack an eyeful as he spun the dial. Inside was a thick manila envelope, filled with the very photos Sasha needed to stay out of the clink. He was just stuffing it into his pocket when he heard a throaty chuckle from the doorway.

“How did you find out?” Sasha purred, one hand on her hip. She looked good enough to eat in a slinky red dress that hugged every dangerous curve. “I paid good money to keep this a secret.”

“I’m a detective, darlin’,” Jack growled, moving towards her with the grace of a predator. “Livin’ off thecreto a dame’s tears and secrets is my business.”

Sasha backed up against the wall, her breath coming faster as Jack pressed his body against hers. “And what do you plan to do with this information, Mr. Detective?” She breathed, her hands smoothing over the hard planes of his chest.

“If you’re lucky,” Jack murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, “I’ll take it straight to the cops.” He punctuated his words with a nip to her earlobe, making her gasp. “But first, I’m gonna have me some fun with you.”

He captured her mouth in a rough, searing kiss, relishing the way she melted against him. His hands roamed her body, tugging at the zipper of her dress until the garment fell to the floor with a soft rustle. Sasha wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and Jack took a moment to admire the way the moonlight played over her delicate skin.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, his fingers tracing the swell of her breasts. Sasha whimpered, arching into his touch like a cat in heat. He captured one pebbled nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud until she was writhing against him.

“Please, Jack,” she begged, her voice rough with desire. “I need you.”

Jack fumbled with his belt, shoving his pants down just far enough to free his straining erection. He hitched one of Sasha’s thighs up around his waist, lining himself up with her aching core.

“Tell me you want this, darlin’,” he demanded, rubbing the head of his cock against her slick folds. “Filthy, dirty, sweaty hot sex.”

“Yes,” Sasha hissed, bucking her hips forward. “I want it. I want you.”

With a guttural groan, Jack plunged into her, sheathing himself to the hilt in her scorching heat. He set a hard, fast pace, pounding into her with a single-minded focus. Sasha met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held on for dear life.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” she chanted, her head thrown back against the wall. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Jack was past coherent speech, lost in the sweet sensation of Sasha’s tight pussy gripping him like a fist. His balls drew up tight, warning of his impending release, but he gritted his teeth, determined to make this last.

He ran one hand down the trembling length of Sasha’s body, his fingers seeking out the throbbing bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. He rubbed hard, fast circles around her clit as he fucked into her, relishing the way her inner muscles fluttered around his cock.

“Come on, darlin’,” he panted, hammering into her mercilessly. “Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

Sasha keened, her body arching like a bow as she shattered into a million pieces. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vise, milking his cock for all he was worth. With a deep, animalistic growl, Jack let go, spilling his seed deep inside her as he emptied himself with a shuddering burst of pleasure.

They collapsed together in a sticky, breathless heap, arms and legs tangled as they came down from the high. Jack stroked Sasha’s hair, pressing soft kisses to her sweat-dampened brow as he basked in the afterglow.

“Well, sugar,” he murmured, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Looks like you’re gonna have to pay me extra for my services.”

Sasha laughed, a low, throaty sound that made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest. “I think that can be arranged, detective,” she purred, rolling her hips suggestively.

As Jack leaned in for another deep, soul-searing kiss, he reflected that maybe being a P.I. wasn’t such a bad gig after all. Especially when the job came with a dame like Sasha.