Skittles - Sex Stories

Skittles

... trolls, my imagination was quite vivid, and the last thing I wanted was to be shown ‘a good time’ by the pair. I recalled the first time I’d ventured through these doors several years and too many cases ago to count and still a little green under the collar. I’d probably stood there for ten minutes straight shocked by my first glimpse beyond the doors of Tinktown’s infamous house of ill repute. It still had that power all these years later, even though I’d known what to expect. Ivy allowed anything and everything salacious to go on under her eaves as long as no one got hurt, unless, of course, that’s what they were here for. In that case, all bets were off. The goings on I’d witnessed had given me an education beyond anything I’d been prepared for; While you see base perversions and abject carnality, she’d giggled, her quiet laughter laced with a sensuality that went straight to my root, if you know what I mean , I see the pinnacle of inspired deviance . She had, I’d conceded to myself more than once, a point. “Take your coat, sir?” Unlike the pair of brutes outside, the staff inside, both male and female, were handpicked as what could only be described as eye candy. I found myself looking into a pair of emerald eyes and a smile to die for, both belonging to a pair of sculpted breasts tipped by rosy nipples. It took me a moment to realize that she wasn’t actually naked, if you called the nearly invisible diaphanous shift she wore clothing. Only the fact that it glimmered ...

... when the light caught it gave any indication to its existence. “Um, no thanks,” I managed, somehow forcing myself to look her in the face rather than checking to see if the carpet matched the drapes. After all, it’s not every day you get a gander at neon green bush. “Pants, then?” “No,” I managed hurriedly, waving her away, her slender fingers already doing their best to unbuckle my belt. Bright neon green and sparkling with lemon colored glitter. I did my best not to blush. “Looking for Ivy. Business.” “Oh,” she sighed. Either she was a brilliant actress or she was truly disappointed at not being allowed to undress me. Cynical as ever, I chose gifted actress. It doesn’t pay to get caught up in fantasies, no matter how tempting, in this business. “Second door on the left, down the hall, out back. Miss Ivy is entertaining guests in the rose garden.” She paused, looking almost thoughtful, eyelashes fluttering almost shyly. “You’re that PI, aren’t you? Mister Chase? Candy says you’ve got a nice prick.” I did my best not to let my cheeks color at her words, mentally going through names and faces. Candy. Yeah, I recalled her. Hair the color of a maraschino cherry and a mouth that was custom made to suck cock. My cock. Sometimes, a guy couldn’t help himself. All work and no play was the best way to get a terminal case of blue balls. “You tell Candy I said ‘hello’, doll. Any other night, but I’m working a case.” “Maybe afterwards? Even charge you half price.” My thoughts went to the ...