Abacus

holding her close.
    As they kissed, he felt the unmistakable tug of a hand on his zipper. The hand gently pulled the zipper all the way down, unbuttoned his jeans and unbuckled his belt, releasing his erection. He stopped kissing Helen for a second and glanced down, just to see the cat woman wrap her lips around him and swallow deeply. Randall felt her long dark hair tickle his inner thighs as she expertly sucked him. He could see her sexy back arched under the glass coffee table with her backside just poking through the other side.
    The cat woman licked the undersi de of his penis, forcing him back into the lounge. Whilst he thought it could not get any better, it did when Helen pushed her perfectly shaped right breast into his mouth, as if to stifle his moans. As he gently sucked her pale nipples, he looked down again at the cat woman who curiously held the riding crop up to his mouth. “Bite it, chew it. Like you want to chew me out,” she ordered. He was in no position to argue, he stopped sucking Helen’s breast and bit on the leather end of the crop and sucked it hard. “Bite it harder!” she yelled.
    Randall could taste the salty tang and feel the small bumps on the leather. He looked down at the cat woman who appeared to get off on him chewing the crop. She flashed a smile of total satisfaction before slowly resuming her masterful sucking.
    He watched Helen slowly stand up, pull up her dress, and slide her lacy panties off. Once they got to her feet, she flicked them into the air with her high heel, and with an innocent smile, asked, “How about my turn?”
    T he cat instantly moved to the side and gently assisted Helen to straddle him on the lounge with knees on either side. She lowered herself onto Randall’s penis as she stared deeply into his eyes. Randall felt the warm, tight sensation of her lower lips around his erection. He looked over her shoulder and could see her eagerly riding him up and down in the window reflection. He reached around and grabbed her firm butt cheeks and helped her move up and down onto him. Wow, when I die, I definitely want to come back as a bird and get gobbled by a cat , he thought .

CHAPTER 16 - INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE

    With empty mug in hand Randall walked from the Fishbowl and smiled as he reminisced about his dalliance two days earlier. He would like to have shared the story with someone, but who would have believed it? He only hoped that his performance was worthy of a second tour of duty, but even if that was it, he could die a very happy man.
    “Boss , I’ve got an update on Digby,” Georgie G called out, walking quickly to keep pace on his way to the kitchen.
    “Don’t ge t between me and my first cuppa for the day,” Randall warned, gesturing him to follow. Filling his cup from the urn and after taking his first therapeutic sip, he asked, “Okay, mate, what have you got?”
    Georgie picked up a Styrofoam cup and made himself a coffee. “I think Digby is dead,” he said offhandedly.
    Randall pulled out a seat from under the table and sat down. “Hang on, Georgie G, I thought he was back at his unit. You said the lights were on. What happened? How did he go from the land of the living to now being dead as a doornail?”
    Georg ie pulled up a seat opposite. “Well, the guy who’s been coming back to the unit at night was one of his freeloading friends who told us he didn’t know where Digby was. He said Digby never went anywhere without his mobile phone, and it was there at the unit. All his clothes and personal effects are also there.”
    “That doesn’t make him dead,” Randall said defensively.
    “Well, initially when we couldn’t find him, we made checks on his bank accounts. There hasn’t been any activity on his accounts, even though his social security payments are going in. Up until his disappearance, he took his payments out as soon as they were put in. He has no other form of income. That is why I reckon he is dead for sure.”
    Randall looked down at his cup. “Well, it does look a bit suspicious, but remember he is a piece of garbage. He could have ripped someone off and be living it up off the proceeds. When they run out he may make an appearance.”
    Geor gie nodded, but not convincingly. “So, boss, what are we going to do from here? Do we kick off a missing person’s investigation or do we treat it as a possible homicide?”
    Randall leant back in his seat with han ds clasped behind his head. “I think we shouldn’t get