The Detective And The Thief

Detective Abella Danger walks in and heads straight for the front desk. She rifles through drawers, hunting for any lead on the missing money. Haley Reed finds her there and demands to know what she is doing. Abella drops her coat and hat, keeps searching, and says she got a call about stolen cash. Haley's voice softens. She asks if the detective needs help, anything to steer the conversation away from herself. Abella stops, fixes her with a hard stare, and fires off questions. Where was Haley the day the money vanished? Who can back her up? Haley changes tactics fast. She says the detective looks worn out and could use a break. A free massage might clear her head. Abella gives in and follows her down the hall. Haley tells her to strip and lie on the table, then steps out. When she returns she oils her hands and starts on Abella's back, working the muscles until they loosen. She moves lower, kneads the backs of the thighs, then slides her palms over Abella's ass. Abella lifts her head. Haley laughs and claims she's just finding the source of the tension. She keeps talking as she works, saying they aren't so different; both of them read bodies for clues. Abella starts to explain the difference, laying out the facts of the case while Haley listens for anything that might give her away. She presses deeper, thumbs dragging along tight spots, and Abella admits it feels good. When Abella's story edges close to suspicion, Haley tells her to roll over. She oils fresh and works from the feet up, gliding along calves and thighs, stopping short of her pussy. She waits until Abella's breath slows and her guard drops, then lets her hands wander higher. Haley knows she will go further if it keeps the detective from putting the pieces together.