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Sebastian Hunter had worked as a detective first class on homicide when he woke up alongside a dead female body. She had been the wife of a prominent rich businessman who spent all his days traveling and working overseas. The businessman thought if he could surround his young wife with toys and give her money, that was all she needed, but obviously it wasn’t enough, and she needed more. She needed a hot willing young stud who stayed hard. And that was Sebastian Hunter, detective first class.
Although the businessman’s young wife died of natural causes, the coroner said the excitement was too much for her heart, even as a twenty-eight-year-old, she couldn’t engage in the rigors of the sexual gymnastics Sebastian had put her through. Not even a woman with a sound heart could have withstood the hungry appetite of this young detective.
Sebastian fucked early in the morning before going off to work, during lunch breaks, and three or four times after work, and sometimes during his investigations, and all with the rich businessman’s wife.
She had a bad heart that no one noticed until it was too late—she died on top of Sebastian Hunter the lead detective in homicide.
When he called his partner, the partner said, “You have to cover this shit up. I’ll give you an alibi.” But Sebastian said no, and the next day the papers had every dirty detail. He lost his job after ten years working his way up from patrolman at the age of twenty, going to college at night, or weekends.
Now he was taking cases about married men trying to find a reason to divorce their wives and marry the maids or their children’s nannies. Or rich older women trying to get the dirt on their husbands in order to be available to fuck their young boyfriends.
Before and after Maximillian entered his office, he had known about Blackstone. It was in Blackstone’s apartment building that he first saw Max. He remembered that he had found Robert Montgomery hanging from a light fixture in one of Blackstone’s expensive apartments, in Blackstone’s building, where he kept his family and dog.
Conveniently, Sebastian thought when he checked the video cameras and discovered they were inoperative on the night of the death. He never did find out if the case had been solved or whether it was a homicide. He had no doubt it was homicide, but they threw him out and fired him the next day.
The death of Robert Montgomery became a salacious story buried in the back of the local newspapers, and Sebastian didn’t doubt it was because of the rich industrialist Maximillian Blackstone.
Sebastian put on his suit coat and walked to his fiancée and said, “If Mr. Blackstone calls tell him I’ll have something for him in a few hours.” He patted her on the butt and walked out. She turned, looked, and smiled, then walked to her desk to work on the computer. He had been with her after he lost his job on the force, and now he had plans to marry her.
Maybe now he could with the money he would make from this case.
He hailed a cab and gave the cabbie the address of Alex’s friend. It was in the village. He looked at his phone, and the girl in his precinct whom he had a brief affair with had located Melody, and sent information on all the influential people Alex could have talked to.
With a list in hand, he would start with the closest to his office.
The first was Alex’s girlfriend Melody. Max had given him her name, but not her location. Max said Melody was the only person with a personal connection Alex knew in New York. She met Melody when she took a college course. He would stop at her apartment in the village first.
The building wasn’t what he expected. The façade of the apartment appeared to be new as it sat surrounded by two rundown apartments, making a sandwich of Melody’s place.
He didn’t know what to expect from rich spoiled girls. Getting out of the cab, he paid and stepped on the curb. She had a doorman, and he would announce him. So much for a surprise. Surprised by her response, Melody said for him to come up. After all he was a stranger and a detective. He expected her to say fuck off.
Sebastian walked into the elevator, and it stopped on her floor and the elevator opened. He spotted a door across from the elevator and two doors to the right partly opened.
Melody stepped out into the hall and met him. She was dressed in a black Chinese kimono and appeared to be fidgeting with the sash on the robe. Then she glanced at Sebastian and dropped her hands and gestured for him to enter the room.
When she dropped her hands, the robe opened and she was nude. When his eyes fell to her pubic area, she hurriedly tied the sash, gave out a sexy smile, and said, “Come in.” Melody, a young woman of twenty-four or twenty-five acted as if it was nothing to walk around and show her nude body to a stranger. He enjoyed the sight, and if that was how she wanted to greet a stranger, far be it for him to complain.
“Sit down, Sebastian. What an interesting name.”
“You can call me Sam,” he said.
“Very well,” she said, and sat near him on a small sofa. The apartment was small, as were all of the apartments in this area of Manhattan. He glanced around. Each item was well thought of and was more expensive than the rent. It was extremely clean and the furniture all antiques. Melody saw him examine everything with his eyes.
“The maid came today. Good thing, or you would know all my secrets,” she said, giving Sebastian a sexy smile. “You don’t miss much do you, Sam? My mother furnished my apartment.”
“Not much. But I didn’t come here to admire your mother’s antiques or your young body, I need to ask you about Alexander Blackstone.”
“Alex? Did she get home okay? She left everything at my parents’ home and took off. I have her clothes and purse in here if you want to take it with you. The last time I saw her, she was talking to that magician at my parents’ Halloween party.”
“Do you know his name?”
“I didn’t hire him. I think he was recommended by Robert Montgomery, a casual friend of my mother and father.” Sebastian wasn’t surprised to hear Robert’s name. Robert had a way of inserting himself into New York society. He knew all kinds of people. From the high to the low and that was how he made his contacts, and that was how he became well known.
“Do you know the magician’s name?”
“All I know is Ross somebody.” Melody cast her eyes on Sebastian, and as he listened he looked at her crossed shapely legs. “I can get you his name.” She stood up in front of him, her kimono opened wide. This time showing her extended nipples and revealing she had recently gotten a Brazilian wax.
“He was terrific. My mother’s friends want to book him for more parties. But their contact is no longer alive.” She turned and sashayed to her bedroom, and when she returned, she was stark-naked except for a pair of black six-inch high-heels, which did make her look taller, and a bag containing Alex’s clothes. She dropped the bag in a chair and stood over Sebastian.
“No one knows his last name. But I have his number here.” She waved the paper in front of his face before sitting down next to him. He couldn’t hide the large noticeable bulge in his pants, and neither could Melody hide her excitement.
Sebastian reached over to take the paper from her, but she said to him, “What do I get for this?” And she opened her legs.
He went to the floor on his knees on a soft beige rug in front of her, and his head fell between her legs. Her head fell back, her mouth opened in surprise, and her nipples peaked from the warmth of the arousal. His hands reached up for the paper and then her breasts. He tucked the paper in his pocket and with his finger circled around her nipples in the same motion as his tongue on her clit.
An hour later, Melody walked into the shower at the same time as Sebastian ambled out of Melody’s apartment building, and hailed a cab.
He had a phone number, a soft dick, and nothing else. In his excitement he forgot Alex’s things. He didn’t need much more, because he was a detective, and with a few clues he could find this Ross fellow. Calling on his phone before he went back to his office, he would try to get Ross’s last name from the girl at his precinct.
“Cindy, I need the name of a magician. All I have is his first name. I need the last name like yesterday.”
“I’ll try, but that will cost you.”
“If you get me his name, I will afford to pay whatever you want.” Sebastian knew it wasn’t money that Cindy wanted. She just wanted some time with him. Maybe stay overnight, fuck her and watch a few movies with her. That was the least he could do if she got him what he needed. But he would have to tell his fiancée something, and lately this job had given him the perfect cover.
He wished he could settle down, but there were so many women, and so little time to make his way through them.
Before he arrived at the office, Cindy sent the information to his phone. He glanced at it, “Good girl. She deserves a whole week.” He read the information and then it hit him. She even sent a picture. What did he do with that newspaper?
Sebastian jumped out of the cab, running after paying his fare, and bounded two stairs at a time. When he reached the third floor he was out of breath and sweating. A perfect cover for his antics with Melody. His dark thick hair was a mess, his face flushed, his suit wrinkled and one button on his shirt missing where Melody tore it off while trying to reach down his pants.
Rushing through the door looking like the hounds of hell were chasing him, he asked, “Where’s that paper? You know the one.”
“No I don’t,” Chris said confused.
He had to take time to catch his breath, then he said, “The New York Post, Chris. The one that mentions Blackstone’s name. I told you not to throw that away. It could be gold one day and today is the day.”
She sashayed to the file cabinet and pulled out a handful of newspapers and handed him one. “That’s it. Get Mr. Blackstone on the phone,” Sebastian said.
He trudged into his office, pulled off his shirt and pants, and strolled into his bathroom. He needed to wash off Melody’s arousing scent. He stood smiling, looking at the water streaming down, the thought of Melody running around in his mind, and how open and free she made love to him and vice versa. Thinking about her was fine, but he needed to get into the shower before Chris got close and smelled another woman’s scent on him.
Sebastian didn’t like doing this to Chris, but he was a womanizer and he admitted that. In his mind that was the first step to being cured. That and getting married to Chris would put a stop to his unacceptable behavior as Chris said to him when she suspected he was fooling around.
He had recently met Chris when he lost his job, and when he needed a secretary for his detective business. When she came to interview for the job, they clicked with each other, and before the interview was over, they were lying on his leather couch with him inside her, and the help wanted sign removed, and he calling the secretarial agency informing them that he had his girl.
That was six months ago, and she hadn’t disappointed him. He’d considering marriage now, but needed more time and money to study his options.
Sebastian had to admit she was a good fit and a good secretary.
He took a short shower and walked out feeling refreshed. Now for a change of clothing. He reached into the closet and pulled out a new suit. Not a suit he had just bought, but one that hadn’t been of use to him until now. His suits were backups, because he never knew where he would have to go. One for Brooklyn and one for the upper eastside of Manhattan.
He had on his upper eastside suit when he would sit down to talk to Max. Then he remembered he had forgotten Alex Blackstone’s clothes in Melody’s apartment.