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Mel...The Secret Files — Description

An adventure with the delicious Melissa @SubMelissa
I hadn't been back on the scene for long, when the cops began cruising around the area. Now Razor Alley isn't the most friendly of neighbourhoods, so they never stopped, they just kept on cruising. Then one misty night while I was out taking a stroll, I spotted the kinda car parked up, that you don't often see around here. It was a classy sports job and it had it's headlights dipped. I stood my ground and stared. The car reversed and as it pulled away I caught part of it's licence plate number. The only part I caught of read MEL.....I didn't catch the rest....but it was enough!
I'm pretty good at impersonations, and also knew some of the guys at the precinct. I phoned up pretending to be Inspector O'Keefe who had retired a few months back. O'Keefe had worked on a few of my shenanigans over the years, so he would probably take an interest in any new news that was floating around. Sergeant Fletcher answered the phone....
"Hey there, it's Paddy O'Keefe. Is there some knew sh*t being dished out about the Wicked Detective? I knew the bugger pretty well, thought maybe I could help." Fletcher fell for my phoney accent and replied...
"Yeah, some cute little snoop is compiling a secret file on him. When she's done we should have enough evidence to put him away at long last!" As Fletcher spoke, I was nodding my head...I knew it!
"Would the cute little snoop be called Melissa, by any chance?" I smiled
"Yep, that's her!" Replied Fletcher. I hung up without saying another word.
Now the thing is, I used to do some security work for the lovely Melissa, and I still had my pass key! I was in Melissa's office bright and early the next morning. Mel came in at 7.30am as she always did, long before her assistants. She took off her jacket, and ran a brush through endless golden tresses. As soon as the opportunity arose, I pounced! I eased Mel's arms behind her back, and as she parted her gorgeous red lips to protest, I covered them very tightly with my leather clad palm!
Melissa struggled and mewed in my arms, but she was going nowhere. I would have to get her bound and gagged and out of sight, then I would have to get her out of there! But I knew she would not hand over those files without a deal that suited us both. Would I end up working for Melissa again?