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  Perverse Investigations, Inc.

  Book One

  Jasmine Hall

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, names, places, businesses, trademarks, or events and incidents is purely coincidental. All characters herein are, and are represented as, at least eighteen years of age. This book contains explicit sexual themes and language and is intended for adult readers only. Absolutely no one under the age of eighteen may download or read this book.

  Copyright © 2015

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  Contents

  Meet The New Boss

  Dead Can Fuck

  Demon Ted

  The Mysterious Mr. Rotwell

  Beatings, Meetings, and Greetings

  Fifty Dollar Panties

  Exhibiting Exhibitionism

  Meet The New Boss

  "Perverse Investigations, Beatrice Perverse speaking," the handsome business woman behind the beat-up old walnut desk said as she picked up the phone. "No, this is not a sex line." She slammed the phone down. She regretted the choice of business names sometimes, but she wanted to keep the family name alive. Perverse. Ancient and honorable, her father's family name, a name from the old Latin that meant 'turn the wrong way'. Her father had always told her it was because the family had a poor sense of direction. To his dying day, she wondered if he knew the modern definition. Regardless, it suited her, whether she grew into the name or inherited it, her thirty years on the planet had firmly attached her to it. She shrugged and smiled and combed her shoulder-length brown hair out of her eyes with her fingers. If she could figure out a way to take credit cards, she'd start taking on some of the phone calls. But, it takes money for things like that, and business had not been good.

  She folded one side of her hair behind her ear and looked at the clock. The new guy was late. He was too young, too skinny, and too stupid to be a paranormal investigator, but he had the qualities she was looking for: he was willing to work for almost nothing and was completely spineless. The fact that he fitted her family name even more than she did was a bonus. Not that she'd have anything to do with him outside of work, but on occasion a willing victim was needed in her investigations. He would make good cannon fodder... and a good whipping boy.

  She heard the outer door of her office open and close. "In here!" she said. "My secretary is out for the day." Actually, her secretary was out forever because she refused to work for free. The nerve of some people.

  He still knocked on her door, but then cautiously stepped into her office. He seemed to change before her eyes, though, from sniveling weakling to drooling pervert, as he took a look at her. "Have I mentioned how much I'm going to enjoy this job?"

  "About fifty times," she said. "Do you even remember what we do here?"

  "We... it's Perverse Investigations, right?" he said. "We investigate perversions. I remember you saying there was a lot of 'undercover' work involved, and I'm your man!"

  "No," she said. "Perverse is my name," she said.

  "Mine too!" he said.

  "Okay, I'll talk slower," she said. "We hunt ghosts, demons, investigate hauntings."

  "Oh. Isn't that dangerous?" he said. "I don't remember you telling me that."

  "Because you were too busy staring at my tits," she said.

  His eyes seemed to loose focus. "Oh yeah." He seemed to think for a moment, but it was hard to tell. "Hey, wait, ghosts?"

  "And demons," she said.

  "Aren't those dangerous?" he said. "They sound dangerous! I've seen movies where they were dangerous!"

  She pulled down the top of her dress and exposed her breasts. "You're not quitting on me already, are you?"

  "No!" he shouted. "What's a little danger? I can take it!"

  "Good," she said. "Come over here, around my desk."

  "Yes ma'am!" he said in a far too lyrical manner. He rushed to her side and stood looking down at her cleavage, which she had tucked back into her dress.

  "Now, there was one thing I left out when I interviewed you," she said. "You don't actually get paid to work here."

  "What?" he said. "But... how will I live? I have to have money to live."

  She cupped her hand between his legs and squeezed. "There are other ways I can reward you," she said.

  "I'll live on the street!" he yelled.

  "You are a sniveling little man, aren't you?" she said. "Get down on your hands and knees!" He did as told, and looked up at her. He reminded her of a dog. She spread her legs, difficult to do in her tight-fitting dress, and showed him her smoothly shaved pussy. She never wore panties. "Now, please your new boss!"

  He smiled, and then dove into her pussy like a crazy person, licking and slurping. His head was completely up her skirt. "Yes!" he mumbled.

  "Less talk, more tongue!" she said. She grabbed the handles of her desk chair and squeezed her eyes closed. The boy was good. Whether by luck or practice, she didn't know, but he was jabbing two fingers in her hole as he licked and slobbered on her clit, and she couldn't hold it any longer. "That's it!" She moaned, and then squirted all over his face, drenching him in spasms. He seemed to be drinking it in, lapping it up, and she had another softer orgasm that caused her sticky juices to ooze out. He slurped those down, too.

  "I'm cumming!" he yelled.

  But she was satiated and didn't really care. "That's enough," she said. She was right back to business, though her skirt was sticky wet with her juices. "Get to your feet!"

  "Yes ma'am!" he said. He stood up and the whole crotch of his dress pants was wet. She cupped her hand between his legs again. "Now, if you would have held on, I would have sucked you off, but since you've already cum on yourself..."

  "I can cum again!" he yelled.

  "No, no, the moment has passed," she said. "Maybe next time."

  "Can next time start right now?!"

  "No!" she said, sharply. "No, it's time to get down to business. I have a new job lined up, and you're going to help me."

  "Ghosts?" he said.

  "Most likely," she said. "By the way, there's a spare room there." She pointed toward a door in her office. "You can live in there. I need you close by, anyway."

  "Great!" he said. He walked over to the door and opened it. "It's... it's a closet."

  "No, it's a small room," she said.

  "But there are coat hangers..."

  "It's a small room!" she yelled.

  "Yes ma'am," he said.

  "But if you'd prefer to just live on the street..."

  "I love it!" he said, and smacked his hands together.

  "Good, that's settled," she said. "For food, there's a snack machine down the hall."

  "But, I won't have any money if I don't get paid for working here," he said.

  "You're going to be a whiner, aren't you?" she said. "When you're hungry, stand by the vending machine and beg people to buy you something!"

  He wobbled his head and then shrugged. "I guess I... is there at least a water fountain?"

  "Of course," she said. "In the office building across the street. But that's a bathroom, there." She pointed to another door beside his closet door. "A sink and a toilet, though I wouldn't drink the water. That's why the last guy left."

  "And no shower, I guess."

  "Golden, if you want them," s
he said.

  He shrugged. "That's sick! I like it!"

  "Good, all settled, then," she said. "Before you settle into your new home, get my brown dress out of there, will you?"

  He looked through the clothes and pulled out a brown dress. "This one?" he said. He turned around to hand it to her and she was standing in the middle of the room, completely naked except for her thigh-high brown stockings and her stiletto heels. "I love shaved pussy!"

  "Yes, that's the one," she said, ignoring his remark. She really couldn't care less about what he loved. "Careful, you're getting drool on it!" She grabbed the dress and slipped it over her head and adjusted the waistline. "It's Steve, right?"

  "Jonathan," he said.

  "Well Steve, let's get going," she said. "Have you got any money at all?"

  "I have a five dollar bill," he said.

  "Good, we can use that as cab fare," she said. "Come on!"

  "Are you sure this is the place?" Steve said, as they got out of the beat up old car. The five dollars wasn't enough for a cab so they paid a teenager on his way to work to drop them off. He still didn't want to do it, but she convinced him by lifting her dress. He even gave the five dollars back in exchange for her sitting in the back seat with her legs spread apart so he could see her through the rear view mirror. Beatrice put the money in her purse.

  "That's what the client said," she said. She headed up the long walk, overgrown with weeds and grass.

  "Doesn't look like anyone has lived her in twenty years!" he said.

  "Makes you wonder why, doesn't it?" she said. "Why don't people live here?"

  "Well, it is a dump," he said.

  She reached into her purse and pulled out a key, but as she pushed it into the lock, the door swung open. "You go first," she said. "In case it's a trap."

  "Me?!" he whined.

  She pulled the collar of her dress down, exposing one breast, then grabbed his head and pulled his mouth to her nipple. Her started sucking and she quickly forced him lose with a loud pop as the suction broke. "Go!" She pushed him through the door. But nothing happened, so she followed him inside and pushed the door closed. It locked. "Find a light switch. The client said the house still had electricity, but only a couple of lights worked."

  Steve fumbled around the walls, but with just the summer moonlight beaming through the windows, he was having difficulty finding anything. "Oh, what's this?" he said. He pushed the button and a dim light came on overhead. "I found it!"

  What do you want, a doggie treat?" Beatrice said. "That's your job."

  "Wow, what a dump!" he said, as he looked around.

  "It's actually nicer than my apartment," she said.

  "I've been meaning to ask," he said. "You go on a bunch of cases, right? But you never make money?"

  "No!" she said, as she poked around the room. "Because some god damned thing or other always seems to come up just when I think I've solved the case! It's never my fault, just seems like a curse or something."

  "Gee, maybe you just suck," he said.

  "Well, you've just ruined any chance of ever finding out," she said.

  "I meant, maybe you're cursed!" he said.

  "Regardless, this time it's going to be different," she said. "I'll figure out this case even if it kills you!"

  "I don't really believe in all this mumbo-jumbo stuff," he said. "What exactly are we looking for?"

  "That!" she yelled, pointing toward a doorframe that led into a darkened room. There was a large, glowing shape standing in the way, that quivered as if wind were moving it around, but there was no wind.

  "Yikes!" Steve yelled, and literally jumped across the room and hid behind Beatrice.

  She turned around and smiled. Then grabbed his jacket lapels and threw him toward the shape. "Go get'em, tiger!"

  He had no choice as he stumbled toward the doorway, but just as he got there the shape disappeared and he stumbled through and fell on the floor. "Shit!" he yelled.

  "Shit!" she yelled. "We missed him!"

  "Don't use me as your ammunition!" he yelled, as he walked back into the front room.

  "It's in your contract!" she said.

  He paused for a moment. "I don't even remember a contract," he said.

  "It's back at the office," she said. "I'll show it to you later."

  "I want to see it now!"

  She lifted her dress and showed him her pussy. "Okay."

  "Yep, you're right," he said, as he wiped the drool off his chin. He looked around again, and tried to see what was in the other room he had just fallen into. "I've seen those shows on TV; shouldn't you have a bag full of electronic gizmos and cameras and stuff?"

  "I'm not documenting a sighting," she said. "I'm hired to get rid of whatever haunts these places." She grabbed his shoulders from behind and walked him into the other room. "Besides, I had to hock everything last month to pay my rent."

  "Just what is this haunting supposed to do?" he said. There was just enough light coming from the living room and the windows to tell they were in the dining room. "Evil spirits dragging people to hell or something?"

  "No, that shape you saw waits until people have sex, and then joins in," she said. "So, no one under ninety wants to live here. The owner wants to start renting the place out again, so he hired me to get rid of it. Ghost, demon, whatever it is."

  Steve seemed to be thinking, but it was hard to tell. "So, we should set a trap, right?!" he said, far too excitedly. "You and me should get to humping, then when the ghost thing shows up we grab him."

  "And just how would you go about grabbing him, Steve?" she said.

  "Oh, we... uh... haven't worked that part out," he said.

  "But you did work out the part where your cock is abusing my cunt?" she said.

  "I came up with half the plan, you figure out the other half!" he said.

  She stepped closer to him, smiled, and then punched him in the stomach. He doubled over and fell to his knees. "Oh, sorry, that was an accident!" she said.

  "You punched me!" he moaned. He looked up, trying to catch his breath.

  "Baby!" she said. She pulled her dress over his head and he started nursing on her clit. "Okay, enough!" She stepped back and adjusted her skirt. "Remember, this entity is attracted to sex."

  "So am I!" Steve said. He seemed to have forgotten about the punch.

  "Yes, but you don't go around raping couples," she said. "Or, maybe you do. I didn't do a background check on you."

  "What was that noise?" he said. He grabbed her arm and looked around. She smacked his hand until he let go.

  "It came from above us," she said. "It must be upstairs. I didn't see a stairway, though." She walked back into the living room and looked around. There was no stairway, but there was a closed door on the back wall. "That must be it. The house was turned into a duplex and they closed up the stairway."

  "Then how did the entity get up there?" Steve said.

  "It's a fucking entity!" she said. "It can go anywhere it wants to!"

  He snickered. "Fucking entity," he said. "So, what's your plan, since you didn't like mine?"

  "Plan?" she said. "Oh, yeah, right."

  "You don't have a plan, do you?" he said. He ducked as she took a swing at him, but then fell backwards against the door and smashed it open.

  "Step one, get the door open," she said. "Ha, done!"

  "And step two?"

  "We climb the steps," she said.

  He stood up and she pointed up the stairs. He thought for a moment. "You know, I'm really thinking twice about this whole job thing," he said. "I mean, I'm just twenty-four, there's no harm in living with my parents a while longer."

  "Have I mentioned my ability to lactate?" she said.

  "Lactate?"

  "Produce milk from my nipples, you moron!" she said.

  "I'm in!" he said. "Hey, don't you have to have kids to do that?"

  "No, constant use of a breast pump works," she said. "Actually, it is a necessity since I sell the milk to make
ends meet."

  "You really are dirt poor, aren't you," he said.

  "And yet, you work for me," she said. "Get up those steps!"

  The rooms on the second floor were in no better shape than the ones below. Old furniture, dirty rugs, broken windows. The owner would have to spend a fortune getting the place back in shape. She should have asked for more money. The hallway was dark, but they stepped into a bedroom, and there was still a working light. There was a mattress on the floor, stained and dirty, and a chest of drawers with all the drawers missing.

  "This is better than my place," she said.

  "You could always live in the closet with me," Steve said.

  "No thanks," she said. She stepped on the old mattress with one foot, testing the springs. "Take your pants off and lay down here."

  "Yes!" he said. He kicked off his shoes and his pants nearly fell to the floor on their own as he stepped out of them and yanked his boxers off. "You gonna ride me, babydoll?"

  "Don't be disgusting," she said. "Start jacking off."

  "What?"

  "You do know how to masturbate, right?"

  "Oh, yeah, I guess so," he said. He started tugging on his rod, but it was taking some time.

  Beatrice lifted up her dress and pulled her pussy lips apart. Steve's cock sprang to life. "Better!"

  "This is actually embarrassing, you know," he said.

  She kicked one shoe off, and stood over him, and started rubbing his hard cock with her stocking foot. "Better?" she said.

  "Oh yeah!" he moaned.

  "Good boy," she said. "Cum all over Mommy's stockings."

  "Yes ma'am," he said.

  She started rubbing harder, using the sole of her foot, but he grabbed her foot and held it against his cock and started jacking and shot his wad all over her nylon-covered leg, big white gobs that wetted the material and ran down her calf.

  "You've made a mess, boy," she said. "Lick it off!"

  "Lick my own cum?" he said.

  "Now!" she said. He did as told. Got up on his knees and hesitated for a moment, but then started lapping up his own jism. "Get it all! And swallow."