Hard Luck P.I.

Less than an hour later he found himself in an old district of town, full of ill kept office buildings and parking lots. On the corner he saw reddish-brown brick building. It had no windows and the parking lot was small and slowly turning from asphalt to gravel. It was the address he had for Garner's office, but by the looks of it he didn't believe it. He was ready to wait for any activity through the morning, but a small compact car pulled in and parked in a far spot. He was almost knocked down when he saw who emerged. It was a mousy brunette in a knee-length skirt. Her short jacket still didn't hide her shape. It was someone he hadn't seen in years and the last person he expected to see here. She was at the door with the key in the lock when he called out to her.

"Leaha?" Grant stepped out. The mousy brunette stopped and turned, she recognized him immediately.

"Grant? Jesus, is that you?" She left the key in the lock and walked over towards him. "What are you doing here?" They met in the middle of the parking lot and hugged.

"I came here to see Mr. Garner. I guess I'm early. What are you doing here?" He hadn't seen Leaha in few years. Not since college. They were together for about six months before she transferred to another university. It was the most physically intense relationship he ever had. He was sad to see her go but on later reflection it was pretty much a sex and convenience type of relationship. Though seeing her made him remember why he was attracted to her. The intervening couple of years were kind to her, her smile still radiant and her curves still accentuated. Her eyes, which always seemed to sparkle, seemed a little wiser now. He vaguely wondered what life had been like to her.

"I work here. I'm his ‘office manager'. That's a nice way of saying secretary. He probably won't be in for another half an hour. Come on in." They walked back to the door, she finished unlocking it then walked briskly to a key pad a some distance in the dark office. After she hit a series of buttons she turned on a lamp then to a bank of light switches by the door. She began to busy herself with opening the office, turning on a coffee maker in the far corner, booting up her computer on her large oval desk and the like while they talked.

"So when did you come back here? I thought you were determined to get your paralegal degree and see the world." Grant asked her. He watched her as she worked. Half of his mind was admiring her as it always did the other wondered why a super rich guy like Garner kept such a crappy little place for an office.

"I was all ready to get my degree but then halfway through the last semester I quit. I've given a lot of excuses why but truth is I just burnt out. I realized I really didn't care that much and so I quit. I wound up coming back here about a year ago and started working for Mr. Garner. What are you up to? Still playing detective?" She gave him a coy look.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Well, it was what you wanted to do and," her voice dropped a little, "you name has been mentioned here a few times in the last couple of days."

"Oh." was all he could think to say.

Leaha sat at her computer and began going through the memo messages that sat in front of it. He noticed one had caught her eye, she looked at the clock on her desk and then threw it in the trash. "I only met his Mrs. a few times. She didn't come to this office a lot."

"Why does he have this office," Grant asked looking around, "I mean this looks like it used to be some rinky-dink lawyers office. He could have an entire floor of offices in some sky scraper downtown."

"He does actually, but he does a lot of his private and important business out of this office. The more public stuff he does downtown. He likes the privacy, I guess. Listen it was really good to see you but...." they both heard a car park in the lot outside. Leaha checked to clock again then said almost frantically, "You really shouldn't be here. That's him and he doesn't want you here. You need to....listen, hide under my desk."

"What?" he wasn't sure he had heard any of it right.

"Just do it." She whispered harshly moved out of the way. He had no reason not to trust her so he scrambled around the desk and ducked under it just as he heard the door open. "Good morning Mr. Garner." She said cheerily and moved back into place. As big as the desk looked from the outside, Grant was amazed at how much room was underneath. He had more room to maneuver that he expected. Of course he was still puzzled why he was down here in the first place.

"Did you see the notes I left you," he heard Garner's deep voice ask. Without waiting for a reply he continued, "I might be in and out a lot. I have someone coming by in just a few minutes. Just let them through. When they get here I won't want to be disturbed." Grant barely breathed during this exchange. It was when Garner swept into his office that Grant dared even look up. When he did he was surprised. Other than Leaha legs and skirt he got a great shot of under her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. Grant quickly looked down but then couldn't help but look up again. He had to admit it was a nice sight, and some time since he had seen it.

She looked under the desk and whispered, "Just hold on," and took the memo she had thrown away a minute ago and handed it to him. She looked at him again and then turned slightly red and adjusted her skirt so he didn't have such and easy shot of her crotch. He just smiled up at her and looked at the piece of paper she handed him. It was written in a fast scrawl he guessed to be her bosses. He immediately recognized his name. ‘If Grant Willows comes to or calls the office the police are to be notified at once.' was all it said.

"What is this?" he whispered up at her. What the hell had he done to this guy. He was trying to catch his wife cheating and all he had gotten for it was laid then knocked out. Now the cops are after him. What the fuck?

"I don't know, I just now saw it. Wait until his appointment comes in. He'll be preoccupied and you can leave." Her leg moved and again he got a great shot of her nice pussy.

"Why are you helping me?" he asked trying not to seem to obvious about where his attention lie.

"I can't imagine you doing anything that the police would want you. I've worked here long enough to know that not all his business is completely legitimate." They both heard a noise from the inner office. "Just chill," she said looking behind her at the inner office door then back down at him. She caught him looking up her skirt again and grinned. "If you're down there, make yourself useful." It was a bit of a private joke between them, whenever he was near her crotch she would say they and it usually always let to oral sex. Even though sex was the last thing on his mind, looking at her crotch and hearing her say that made him want to stay a little busy while he was down there. He heard another noise then Garner came out again.

"Ah good the coffee is made." he said and began to pour himself a cup. "Those files I gave you last night, if you could make sure they are taken care of and sent downtown by this afternoon, I would appreciate it. And once I'm done with this meeting I might be in and out a lot." Grant had to shift his weight a little and accidentally brushed against Leaha's leg. When he did she spread her legs wide. Grant looked up and blinked. She hadn't done that on accident. He reached up to tentatively touch her knee.

"No problem, I'll take them down there right after lunch. And you do have an appointment," she squeaked slightly when he had touched her knee, "at two. Do you need me to reschedule?" She continued talking as she moved his hand up her smooth warm thigh.

"No I don't think it'll be necessary. If something comes up I'll let you know." He took a sip of coffee. "Good coffee this morning." Grant's fingertips had reached her hot moist folds. She squirmed in her seat and he heard her shuffling papers on her desk in subterfuge.

"Thank you." she said a normally as possible. They began talking about office supplies and filing and other sort of business related topics but Grant wasn't really listening. His finger was running up and down between her lips, brushing her small clit and just barely entering her hole. She was beginning to get wet, so he very slowly began to slid it inside of her. Immediately her thighs clutched together tight but he kept going. There was the slightest waver in her voice as she told her boss that they might want to order another file cabinet soon. Garner was telling her that it might be best to get rid of some old files instead when Grant hit her g-spot. Her warm wet pussy felt wonderful and he had to admit that this was one hell of a thrill. Especially because getting caught was more serious than just Leaha losing her job.

"You look a little flushed, are you feeling alright?" Garner asked her some what fatherly.

"Fine, just a little warm in here today." She answered him straight-faced.

"Well, my appointment should be here soon." and he disappeared into his office. She looked back under the desk.

"You are a shit," she smiled at him.

"You invited me," he shot back as he began working his way back to her clit. Her legs opened again and he began a steady rhythm in her while reaching up and massaging her clit with the thumb of his other hand. He heard her breathing hard as he worked on her. She lowered her desk chair down some and Grant under stood. He folded her skirt up and put his mouth on her sex, the musky smell and taste was the best breakfast he'd had in a long time.

"Fuck," he heard her breath as his tongue began to work her along with his fingers. The phone scared them both, Grant hit his head on the desk but kept up with his task. As normal voices as she could muster she answered the call then transferred it to her boss. She was really beginning to squirm and breath hard, he knew she was close. Between her sex and the dangerous situation he was as hard as he could ever be, he wanted to take his dick out but couldn't in case he needed a quick getaway. He suffered with stroking it through his pants.

The inner office door slammed open and both of them jumped. Grant fell back under the desk but Leaha shoved herself back under too, her knee hitting his cheek and sending his head back. He hit his head on the back of the desk, restarting his headache that he had just gotten rid. Garner didn't seem to hear it though.

"Cancel my two o'clock. I'll probably out most of the day." he said rushing out.

"What about the appointment you are expecting?" She asked as he reached the outer door.

"I'm meeting her. Change of plans." And he was gone. After a moment Leaha stood up, letting her skirt fall properly. She walked to the door listened as his car left the parking lot. Grant heard the lock click as he climbed out from under the desk. There was a look in her eye he recognized, a look that he always looked forward too. She pulled her skirt back up above her hips as she walked back around the desk and sat on top of it. Grant sat in her office chair ready to resume breakfast when she stopped him.

"He might come back. He forgets things. Let's make it quick." She pulled him up and began to undo his pants. Once she had his hard cock out she held it and stroked it, feeling it's warmth and firmness. "I forgot about this. How silly of me." She pulled it towards her. He took over aim as she adjusted her hips. The head barely penetrated the lips when they both gasped, then he slowly slid it in. "No time," she breathed and grabbed his ass forcing him in. He took hold of her hips as she lean back on her elbows. He started out forceful but slow as the sensations of her wrapped around him flooded his system. Quicker and quicker their pace became. More and more he gave to her, his large cock disappearing and reappearing from inside her. His quiet grunts becoming more and more audible mixed with her own grunts and breaths.

Feeling not only her body clenched around his cock, but her skin under his hands felt wonderful, like a new memory. He wanted to free her firm breasts too, but he knew that would be a little much. She thrust her hips at him as hard as he was thrusting her. Soon they weren't caring how loud they were, Leaha swearing out loud and Grant's moans echoing through the office. He was pounding her hard, her breasts bouncing in her blouse. Finally she lay down at the best angle she could, holding on for dear life to the edge of the desk as Grant was hitting at her almost as hard as he could. He cock steam engining in and out of her his balls slapping against the cushion of her ass. And then it hit, she took in a heroic amount of breath and clenched hard around him. Her entire body when silently rigid, and then she let loose a muted scream and started to shake.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed as the last of her orgasm wracked her body. Grants mounting orgasm finally found it's moment and stars exploded behind his eyes with one last hard thrust before he pulled out and shot thick, strong ribbons of cum under her desk.

Grant fell back into the chair as they both tried to catch their breath. With blood and reason starting to come back to his brain he realized he still had to get out of here before Garner got back. Leaha realized the same thing and carefully sat up. She got off the desk and stood over him, then bent down and kissed him.

"I think I missed you." she whispered then stood smoothing her clothes. She moved so he could do the same when she noticed the damp spot on the floor. "Nice shot but you missed some," she indicated a small milky rivulet that lazily made it's way down a drawer. He just looked at her a little sheepish.

"Good thing he had to leave in such a hurry," Grant said when he could find his voice again.

"Yeah, must have been important. It was some cop, a detective." Leaha was unlocking the door again.

"Detective who?" he asked trying to sound casual as alarm bells started to sound in his head.

"Halloran, I think." Grant almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of the name.

"Really. Did she say anything?"

"No, just that she wanted to talk to Mr. Garner. Listen, I don't know what's going on but if you need anything, take this." She scrawled her number on an unused memo sheet and handed it to him. "Plus I would like to see you again. I mean, you know, for more than just this." She indicated the desk and turned pink again. "Though it was nice."

"I'd like it too. And to be honest I don't know what's going on either but I'm going to find out. Thanks for everything," it was his turn to flush slightly, "I will call you." He pocketed the number and left.

He got as far as the park when he stopped on a bench to think. Besides bumping into Leaha, bumping with Leaha, and hiding from his client; this day was not improving from last night. His mind was a little sluggish from the afterglow but one thing that stood out was Garner. He didn't even act as if he knew about his wife, or cared if he did. Killed, or even missing, he should have had some reaction; not just business as usual. This all seemed too suspicious especially with Halloran calling like that. The sinking feeling that something deep was going on was settling in the pit of his stomach. He hated to admit it but Roland's sudden departure seemed pretty off too, but he couldn't imagine Roland having the ambition for such an enterprise. Garner's behavior suggested that he was either living in some la la land or somehow apart of this whole mess. He didn't feel good staying in one place for too long, so he stood and started walking again. Going back to the crime scene was still a bad idea, at least for right now, the only other place he could think of was to check out Roland's office. Maybe there would be some answers, or least lead him somewhere there was some answers.

He walked around the block the office was on looking for signs of police. He didn't see any, no squad cars or anything that looked like it might resemble an unmarked. This was an older part of town, the buildings here were brown and grey and most of the cars were at the very least a decade old. Most probably didn't even run. The office was never moved to a more accessible part of town because Roland was cheap and left alone for the most part. Grant still didn't trust his luck that much and decided on the alley entrance. Quietly he climbed up the old green and white tile steps to the third floor. Cautiously he put his key in the lock and opened the door. The room had the same musty cigar-stench it always did. The light was low but the room seemed empty so he stepped in, closing the door quietly behind him. It didn't look much different than it ever did, untidy and dirty. There was a big wooden desk facing a couple of uncomfortable plastic chairs. Piles of papers, invoices, receipts, and various notes teetered on the desk; the only space in the middle holding its place precariously. In the corner was a beat up metal file cabinet. It was the only thing here that would have any real information but he did all the filing. Roland gave him a lot of shit jobs like that, told him it was part of being an apprentice. He didn't remember filing anything regarding the Garners. Anything recent would be on the desk but he as almost afraid to go near it in case it decided to topple on him.

Courageously, began to gently go through the top layers of the piles. Meaningless receipts, menus, and notes for past cases but nothing that seemed pertinent. Looking around for anything else, he was starting to feel as if this was a pointless trip. The only other place was the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, Roland told him to basically stay out of it, that he had no business being in there. Seemed like a good place to look now. Hoping it wasn't locked he gave it a pull and it came open. Inside was as cluttered as everything else he kept. On top were a couple of files covering a pile of random objects. He took the files and noticed they had the name Garner on them. Jackpot, he thought. He shut the drawer and had just barely opened the first file when he heard footsteps echo in the hallway. He was too jumpy about everything going on he didn't want to take the chance.

The fire escape at the window behind him surely led to someone waiting for him. Panic began to creep up as the footsteps stopped at the front door. Then he remembered something Roland told him just after he started working with him. Through the side closet was panel that slid away into the vacant office next door. Files in hand, he dashed into the closet. It was the only thing that was fairly neat in the entire office. Grant guessed Roland kept it clean incase he needed to escaped pissed off husbands in a hurry. Frantically pushing around unused brooms and mops, he tried to get the panel to slide open. He heard sounds at the front door as if it were being forced open just as his finger caught something and the back wall protestingly started to open. He got it open just enough to slip through. He heard the office door crash open just as he closed the wall again. He stood in the darkness of the dusty closet for a moment being as quiet as possible. He listened to the sounds of at least two people thumping around the office. He stopped breathing until he heard the door close again. After a few minutes it got quiet and he felt he could move again. Carefully he tried the door, the knob was resistant from lack of use and the door creaked horribly when he opened it. He stopped and listened. He heard nothing from next door or the hallway so he ventured out into the vacant room. What to do know was a question. Doubting whoever was out there would leave right away, how was he going to get out of here without being seen? He wasn't even sure who he was supposed to look out for, was that police or not?