Susie Sleuth Ch. 01

She turned away, smiling, and I couldn't help but watch her hot ass in her shorts shimmy away. As she walked away she took several more pictures of the other girls. I turned to Jade.

"Does she always take pictures of people?" I asked.

"Who, Shayla? All the time," she said, "it gets a little annoying sometimes, but she's pretty harmless." She paused. "Although this one time I was with someone in the VIP room and I caught her trying to take pictures of that too. I got pretty pissed and she didn't see what the big deal was."

That piqued my interest and I considered that for a moment. I quickly took out my phone and snapped a picture of Shayla when she wasn't paying attention to me. I turned to Jade and thanked her. She handed me her card as I walked out of the dressing room and out of the club, dialing Tara as I went.

"Miss Sleuth, is that you? Did ya solve muh case already?" The pop-star said giddily.

"Not quite, Ms. Michaels," I said, walking through the casino. "I'm sending you a picture now, can you tell me if you've seen this girl before?"

After a moment, Tara responded.

"Why, yes ah have!" She said, surprised. "She was the gal takin' pictures at the bar the night the photo was taken! She kept taking pictures of me and everyone ah was talkin' to. Ah didn't think much of it, people uh always takin' mah picture. Do you think it's her?"

"I'm not sure," I said, "can you make an appearance at the Planet Hollywood tomorrow?"

I had a plan.

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Tara agreed to be in the general vicinity that we knew the girl handed out flyers. I dressed down a bit to remain inconspicuous, wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses and just jeans and a tank top. But I stayed close by so I could see what transpired. Tara was across the room at the bar, but I kept her in my line of sight, pretending to be playing the slots. She was wearing a jean skirt and a mid-riff red t-shirt that was desperately trying to hold in her tits.

A lot of people were gathered around her, getting autographs and taking pictures. Tara's bodyguards were with her, but I gave her strict instructions to make sure that they let people approach her. We had been there for almost an hour, and I was beginning to wonder if this Shayla girl was going to be here today. Then I saw her. She was still wearing her t-shirt advertising the club, and was wearing a pair of short shorts that went up her butt crack, making the bottoms of her ass cheeks very visible. So damn hot. She seemed determined rather than excited which I thought was a good sign, and she had her camera in hand.

I looked over at Tara, who hadn't noticed her yet. Shayla quickly pushed her way through the crowd and started snapping pictures. After a moment Tara noticed her. She looked a little shocked for a second, and I winced, thinking that she might give herself away, but she quickly regained her smile and waved at her bodyguards just like I told her to. The bodyguards pushed everyone back a little bit, but intentionally allowed Shayla to "sneak through" and stay close to Tara. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but the two of them spoke for a few minutes. The plan was for Tara to mention a few things about the night the photo was taken that would make Shayla give herself away, but all of a sudden Tara stood from her barstool, handed a small card to Shayla and walked away with a smile. The bodyguards followed and Shayla stayed behind, looking at the card.

I hopped up from my slot machine and followed Tara quickly. She got an elevator, apparently going up to her suite. I followed suit and met her in her room.

"What was that?" I asked, a little exasperated, "did she say anything?" Tara just smiled.

"Ah didn't really remembuh what to say, so ah just gave her a key to the room and told her to come up in 10 minutes where she could take some more pictures for her club."

That actually was a much better idea, I thought.

Sure enough, not 10 minutes later, a keycard slid in and out of the door and it opened wide, with Shayla standing in the doorway. She noticed me and gave me a queer look. The door closed behind her as she recognized me.

"Hey," she said curiously, "you're the one from the club last night..." she trailed off as I stepped between her and the door.

"We know it's you," I said confidently, not really knowing for sure, but hoping my confidence would break her. Her eyes got big. She looked over at a scowling Tara and back to me, but this time with a scared look on her face. There was my confession. I stepped towards her, about to unleash all the bad-cop questions I could think of when she sank to her knees and started bawling.

"I'm so sorry!" she said, and now I was the one with the curious look. "I didn't really want the money!"

Now Tara had the curious look on her face as she walked over to her and knelt down next to her.

"Then why'd ya send that letter, darlin'?" She asked in that sweet southern drawl.

"I was just mad," Shayla answered, "I was taking your picture and having a great time talking to you and the second that Italian girl walked in the bar you forgot I was even there."

"Wait," I said, "you were just jealous?"

"Of course I was," she said softly as she looked at Tara, "I followed you up here and found out which room had a window's view of this suite. I even had to offer some guy a hand job to get in there. By the time I saw her going down on you, I was just so upset I took the picture and sent that letter." She started sobbing again.

"But hunny," Tara said, "why were ya so upset?"

"Because," Shayla looked away, "I wanted to be the one eating your pussy."

Tara smiled as she stood, "why didn't you just say so?"

Shayla's jaw dropped as Tara walked over to the stereo and flipped on some music with a loud bass beat. Her ass was turned to Shayla and she started to sway it back and forth. She looked over at me with a smile as she bent at the waist, giving Shayla a show. Shayla's tears quickly turned to delight as she realized what was about to happen. I just stood there, completely shocked. Would Tara forgive her so easily? My question was answered as the pop starlet walked seductively towards the eager looking girl who was now gently biting her lower lip.

"Now," said Tara, "do you think we can put this whole thing behind us? Ah don't want anyone to be upset with me." She took Shayla by the hand and helped her off the floor.

"I'll never tell anyone, Tara," she said, allowing her hands to run over the buxom girl's waist. "Never."

Tara smiled as she unzipped her skirt and slid it down to the floor. She was wearing nothing underneath, and Shayla flushed with excitement at the sight of the shaved pussy.

"Ah want you to touch me, baby," Tara said softly to Shayla. Shayla didn't move, so Tara took her hand and guided it to her waiting pussy. Their hands mutually rubbed Tara's hot slit, the pleasure evident on Tara's face. After a minute or two, Tara smiled at the girl, raising Shayla's hand, making the girl suck on her own fingers. Shayla did so happily.

"Do you like that taste, sweetie?" Tara asked. Shayla nodded. "Good, because now ah want ya to get your fill."

Tara sat down on a black leather couch, spreading her legs wide as she took off her t-shirt. Shayla knelt in front of her, and with a little coaxing from Tara, hesitantly put her head in between those luscious tan thighs. Tara moaned as the cute girl hungrily ate her out. I couldn't help but undo my jeans and massage my own clit while I watched the erotic scene. Tara's eyes met mine several times as we watched each other's pleasure escalate to intense orgasm.

"I'm so sorry, Tara," Shayla said before diving into her pussy again.

After I came a second time, Tara started to pull at Shayla's clothes as I slowly slipped out of the room. These two needed to be alone.

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I sat down at my desk, it was getting dark outside. The case was solved and everyone was happy. Very happy. I still had several thousand dollars left from this case, and Tara had said this was only a deposit. I smiled, relieved that my financial situation had finally turned around, at least for now. I sat back in my chair as I tossed the blackmail letter in the trash. I thought I'd keep the picture, though, for... personal reasons. I admired the sexy ass of the girl eating out Tara Michaels and set it down on my desk. I closed my eyes and sighed a very satisfied sigh, sitting in a daze for what seemed like forever.

I woke with a start. It was pitch dark in the room, the clock read 1AM. I must have fallen asleep. But that wasn't what had worried me. I flipped on my desk lamp and looked at the picture of the brown-skinned girl and Tara Michaels again. I shook my head with disbelief as I pulled out a magnifying glass and put it over the unnamed girl's shoulder. There it was. A distinct, detailed, pink butterfly tattoo. I knew that tattoo. I had seen it many times as I reviewed photos and information for another case. The police declared her dead nine months ago, but according to Tara, this picture had only been taken two weeks ago.

That meant that as of two weeks ago, Angela Gianni was still alive.