The Case Of The Mysterious Panties

Detective Riley Reid sits in her office, chin resting in her palm, bored out of her mind when the door flies open. Kenna James storms in waving a flimsy pair of lace panties. Riley raises an eyebrow, asks if she has an appointment. Kenna can barely breathe. Her friend sent her here; she’s sorry for barging in, but she needs help—now. Riley nods at the panties. “Cheating spouse?” Later she stands outside a cheap motel, camera ready. Same old racket. A quick zoom catches Kenna’s wife disappearing into a room with someone new. Evidence secured, case closed. She texts the shots to the office. Back at her desk Riley slides the printouts across the table. Kenna won’t look at first, then rips them open. Her cheeks burn. “If she gets to fuck around, so do I,” she snaps. “Take your clothes off.” Riley protests—once. Then Kenna peels her shirt higher and the argument dies. Fabric drops. Mouths crash. Riley tastes her first, tongue sliding between wet folds, slow at first, then greedy. Kenna returns the favor, fingers digging into Riley’s thighs, sucking hard until Riley’s back arches off the leather couch. They keep trading until the room fills with the wet sounds of coming. For the first time in years Riley wonders what it would be like to let someone stay.