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"Dave, is it?"

"Yes, sir," the fox said. Dave shook the bear's paw. It engulfed his for several seconds before the suited ursine loosened his firm grip.

"Good, nice to meet you." The black bear turned to Allison. "Thank you, ma'am. I'd like to speak with the detective privately."

The otter shot him a glare. "I told you already, I need to be in the room when the negotiations are happening. I'm already breaking my own rules even letting you meet the detective, but--"

"Then you'll be willing to break this tiny rule, too. As I've already told you, this may be a matter of state security."

Dave's eyes widened. "State security? What's going on?"

"Please, ma'am," the bear said, towering over the otter. "This matter requires the utmost discretion. If this is resolved quietly, you will have my gratitude. And believe me, my gratitude can make wonderful things happen."

Allison held his gaze a few seconds longer before breaking it off and making for the door. "Make it quick. I need my office empty in five." She closed the door, perhaps a bit too forcefully.

"Thank you," the bear said to the door. He looked down to the fox. "Please, won't you sit?" He motioned to the two chairs in front of Allison's desk. Dave sat. He remembered sitting in that very chair when he had his job interview. The office hadn't gotten any less cluttered in the time since.

The bear lowered himself into his chair, which groaned with his bulk. The arms of the chair pressed into his sides. He clasped his paws together and scrutinized the fox. "Detective, it's a pleasure to meet with you. Allison tells me you're one of the best in the business."

The fox frowned. "I wasn't aware what I do could be considered a business."

The black bear smiled. "A sense of humor, too! I like you already."

Now that he thought about it, it was starting to seem more like a business than a side job. He'd been busier than ever with detective work. After only one month of offering the service, the Bellerose had been getting so many requests that Allison had to start keeping a wait list. Eventually, the two would have to be picky about their clientele, but starting out they had to take every case they could in order to establish a name for themselves. Dave always got a certain percentage of the service fee, which had added up to sizable bonuses on his last two paychecks. He was getting nearly twice as much as before, though his bank account could use even more. Dave hoped this case would be especially profitable.

"I suppose you already have a pretty good idea why you're here," the bear said.

Dave looked him up and down. Nice business suit, nice shoes. But he didn't have the countenance of a businessman. More of a people-person, but no salesperson bravado, nor the calm air of a preacher. And on his lapel... "I see the state flag pin on your lapel there," he said, pointing. "Normally if people wear a flag pin, it's of their country. But not you. That rules out quite a bit. Plus there was the comment earlier about state security. If I had to guess, you're somebody in the government. Not at the federal level, though. Less important than that." The fox caught the flash of annoyance. "Sorry. I meant to say that you're probably state-level. You're not super young, so I'm guessing a senator, not a representative."

The bear frowned. "You mean... You don't recognize me?"

Dave gripped the chair a little tighter. "S-should I?"

"Well, I'd have hoped so. I am your elected official, after all. Robert Connor? Name ring a bell?"

"Oh yeah, now I remember! Rob Connor, 'the man who will rob and con us'."

The bear peered at him closely. "You voted for my opponent, didn't you?"

"Actually, sir, I didn't vote in that election at all."

"Hmph. You know, even if you don't like it, it's still your civic duty to--"

"So why are we here?"

Senator Connor sighed and leaned back in his creaky chair. "Dave... Can I call you Dave?"

"That's my name, sir."

"Of course, of course. But Dave... I've gotten myself mixed up in a bit of a situation. You see, things were going well for me. I mean, really well. I got elected, I got married, and my first kid's on the way. I started life in a very unhappy place, so it makes my current position taste even sweeter. But I got stupid.

"Three weeks ago, I met this woman while I was out jogging. Named Angel. And believe me when I say she lived up to her name. She was just... I mean, wow. She's a cow--not in the derogatory sense, mind you. A beautiful bovine. And so we started talking while we jogged. She kept me company. She made me laugh, I made her laugh, and everything was fine.

"Three days ago, she invited me into her apartment. Nice place nearby. I don't know exactly what was said or what I was thinking, but I agreed to it. So we sat down on the couch, we started talking, and... She just has this way about her. I don't know what came over me. But next thing I know I'm on top of her doggystyle and I'm already balls-deep and I start thinking about my wife and my kid on the way but I just can't stop myself.

"I got out of there the second we were done. And I jogged for miles, just thinking about what I did. I c-couldn't even feel my feet by the time I came back home. And when I got back, my wife was just sitting there happily, not a c-care in the world... I'm sorry. This is difficult."

Dave nodded. "It's alright. Go on."

The bear reached for the tissue box on Allison's desk and brought it onto his lap. "And then. I didn't see her out jogging. But every time I was out there I was thinking of what I did. But two days later--that is, yesterday--I got a c-call from someone. Male voice. Said he's Angel's employer and is in possession of a video of her. With me. And he said..." Senator Connor blew his nose. "He said if I don't pay him one point eight million dollars by the end of the week, he'd give it to every major news network in the country." He pulled out another tissue.

"Blackmail, huh?" Dave said. "I assume over the last day you've tried getting the tapes back?"

"Of course. I thought Angel might still be holding onto the tapes. I tipped off the police and they did a drug bust on her apartment."

"But?"

"But the place was c-completely empty. No furniture, no rugs, nothing. Angel vanished without leaving so much as a fingerprint."

Dave leaned back in his chair. "Huh. So how do I play into this?"

The bear took a deep breath and composed himself. "Angel's on the run. She knows she has what I want. But I know people. People who can tell me where other people are. So today one of my guys told me that a cow named Angel checked into the Bellerose just this morning. Only staying for one night before moving on."

"So why don't you order another drug bust?"

The senator shook his great head. "Too soon. People would start asking questions. Plus, if the wrong officer found the incriminating tapes, I'd be no better off than if Angel had them. I need to do this by other channels. I need to do it discreetly. I started talking to the General Manager of Bellerose, Allison, and she mentioned this service the hotel offers called DADS. Discreet--"

"Discreet Adult Detective Services. That's me. But it sounds like you're asking me to break into someone's room and steal something. That's not what we offer." The fox's tail swished nervously.

"You wouldn't be breaking and entering," the bear pleaded. "I've already made the proper arrangements for you not to be arrested if you... Repossess her recordings. If you're discreet enough, those arrangements won't even come into the picture. Please, Dave. This man and Angel would run me out of money almost c-completely. I'd have to start all over. And if I don't, well... I'll lose my wife. And k-kid."

Dave let out a long breath. "So you want me to tidy up the room as usual, but if I find the tapes, then take them and bring them back to you?"

"That would be the best. For me, for the state, and for my wife. And, I might add, for your pocketbook."

"Alright, senator. But I'm in."

"You're not gonna ask how much I'm offering for this service?"

The fox shook his head. "As long as it's out of your own money, I don't care. I just don't want my taxes paying to fix your mistake."

Robert Connor stood up. His head nearly brushed the ceiling. "Thank you, Dave. Thank you so much. I won't forget this." He shook Dave's hand vigorously and made to leave.

"One more thing, senator."

"Oh? What's that?"

"The man who called you. Angel's employer. What was his name?"

The bear shuddered. "That's not important. Good day."

"Your reaction says otherwise. Who is it, someone powerful?"

Senator Connor looked around the room, as if searching for cameras or microphones. He leaned in close. The fox could feel the bear's hot breath on his ear as he spoke. "He calls himself the Matchmaker. Well-known in the worlds of business and politics as a king of blackmail."

* * *

"Hola, you've reached Tiago. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as--"

Dave hung up. In a case with this level of urgency, he didn't have time to wait for Tiago to call back. He needed to go through with this now. He knocked on the door, announced himself, waited a few seconds, then keyed himself in and pulled the cart after him.

He gazed across the deluxe single room. There was a suitcase at the foot of the single bed and clothes in the closet. Angel had made a few tweaks to the room to make it her own: a pink pillow on top of the bleached-white ones, a picture on the bedside table, tubes of lipstick standing in a row by the mirror. He ducked inside the bathroom to start the cleaning process, all the while on the lookout for cameras and digital storage devices Angel might have used to record Senator Connor. If he found the tapes, he could shut down her entire operation, and deal a blow to this "Matchmaker," to boot.

Warren was off today, so Dave couldn't ask him for his extra pair of eyes. But even without the blue dragon or Tiago, he wasn't going into this situation blind. As he scrubbed the granite walls of the shower, he recalled his talk with the front desk associate earlier. Dave had thought the name "Angel" sounded like a stage name, and sure enough, when the associate checked the name on the credit card Angel had used to pay for the room, it had the name "Casey" on it instead.

On the towels on the cold tile floor, he found short, tan hairs. "Seems to match the Senator's description of the cow," he noted out loud. He finished the bathroom without finding any evidence of cameras or tapes, and moved back to the main room.

He looked in the closet. On the floor were two leather briefcases. He opened the first one: several yards of red silk rope, a ball gag, fluffy handcuffs, and black frilly underwear. A mistress' kit if he ever saw one.

He checked the other briefcase. "What the..." Inside was a strange device. Its wide, flat, leather base had four rubber cylinders sticking up from it, with tubes on each tip going back down into the base of the large, knotted dildo in the center. On the back side of the device were long straps. Some sort of crazy strapon? Dave wondered. Maybe it attached to her udders. It appeared Casey was equipped to play both mistress and dominatrix, depending on the situation. He closed the lid of both briefcases and carefully set them back where he found them.

I need to find those tapes, he thought, silently cursing himself. In a room this small, there wasn't much space to hide anything. He flung the used sheets off the bed. More tan hairs, but no evidence of further sexual encounters here. The fox got fresh sheets from his cart and made the bed with practiced speed.

The room was nearly clean, and he still hadn't come up with anything. There had to be something, some kind of container. Something Casey would be able to have with her while entertaining. Dave looked in her mistress' kit again. He dug around underneath the red silk rope and felt his paw brush against something smooth and squishy. He knew exactly what that was.

Dave pulled it out. It was a huge horse dildo, over a foot long with a flared head and weighing several pounds. The base and balls were of a stiff rubber, while the shaft was soft and flexible. The fox gave a whistle. Casey didn't skimp on hardware. He turned it over in his paws, admiring every square inch of its fleshy goodness.

"Huh?" Set into the bottom of the base was a small clear panel with a USB drive behind it. He tried to pry open the panel with a claw, but he wasn't able to get a good grip underneath it.

"How the hell...?" He was so close to what he came for. He could always take the dildo and try to pry off the panel with tools in the break room, but he was sure Casey would notice the damage. Or worse, come back sooner than expected and tell someone the staff was stealing her belongings.

He rummaged around the bottom of the bag once more to see if there was anything to help get it open. Dave pulled out a piece of paper with a picture of the horse dildo on it. It was an instruction manual; one side was in Chinese, and the other in badly translated English: "KeepHard! Your private safe for small belonging. Put all the way in for unlock!"

He tossed the paper back in the bag. "Seriously?" He had to insert it fully to unlock it? The horse dildo looked impossibly long. Dave had taken thicker before--Warren's base had more girth, but there was a slower buildup to it. With the dildo's flared tip, there was no chance to warm up. And it would be longer than anything the fox had had up his ass in a very long time.

"Fuck." If he wanted the USB drive, he'd need to do it. He never liked the idea of messing with guests's belongings, but there were big things at stake here. Besides, playing with dildos that weren't his was how he'd met Alex and Tiago, after all, and that had ended quite happily. Maybe it was time for a quick break.

Dave went to his cleaning cart and pulled a bottle of water-based lube from a drawer. He always had it there in case the mood arose. The fox stripped naked, tossed his clothes on the cart, and took the dildo and lube to the shower. He stepped in and turned on a warm stream of water. The water coursed through his brown fur and instantly started relaxing his muscles.

Dave stuck the girthy dildo to the floor of the shower. It suctioned on beautifully and wobbled back and forth. The fox was getting hard just looking at it down there. First thing's first, he told himself. He unscrewed the cap of the lube bottle and poured a glob onto his fingers. He reached down and put them underneath his tail, which was already raising expectantly.

Shivers ran up his spine as the cold fluid touched his taint. He rubbed his fingers slowly over it, feeling it twitch impatiently. Dave made sure to cover the surrounding area well before pushing in his middle and ring finger. "Mmf." He loved that feeling. He slid in up to his second knuckles and moved his fingers in a circular fashion to loosen up his sphincter. Soon, the warm water coursing over him, combined with frequent practice, let him get loose enough to slip in a third finger. He pushed in slowly, far enough to make him wince, then pulled back and started working his fingers in and out rhythmically.

By now, the fox's pink cock was at full-mast. His knot hadn't puffed up yet, but after some gentle coaxing with his other paw he could feel himself getting thicker right before his base. With one paw fingering his hole and one paw stroking his rod, Dave almost forgot the reason he was in the shower in the first place. He reluctantly let go of his dick, which sprung up happily to tap his belly.

Dave knew if he wanted to get past that flared head he'd need to stretch as much as he could beforehand. He removed his fingers from his rectum long enough to dribble more lube on them and went for four. "Oof..." This was certainly wider than he normally went with fingers alone. His ring strained to let his digits pass. The fox kept slow, steady pressure on it as he widened himself further. After an agonizingly slow minute, he was almost up to his last knuckle.

He drew them out slowly. That was as good as it would get with the equipment he had on hand. Now he had to take the real thing. He looked down at the horse cock suctioned to the shower floor. Even without a studly equine behind it, it looked commanding. The slow wobble back and forth was mesmerizing, drawing him closer. It was ordering him to squat down. He would happily obey.

He squeezed lube onto the flared head and watched it drip down the veined sides. For good measure he put the bottle against his taint and squeezed some of its contents inside, making him shiver despite the warm water. There. He was as ready as he'd ever be. He squatted over the silicone cock and lowered himself into position. He grabbed its shaft, pressed it against his hole, and pushed.

...Nothing. Hmm. This was gonna be harder than he thought. He repositioned, used a paw to spread his ass cheeks apart, and pressed down again. His ring strained against the intruder's girth but still didn't budge.

"C'mon!" Dave wanted this thing inside him, now. He lowered himself enough that the head would stay firmly in place against his taint and used both paws to spread his cheeks apart. He felt his sphincter stretch, felt it encompassing more of the thick silicone head. He pressed down again. He could feel the flare warping, the sides pushing down as the stiff center--

Pop.

Dave cried out. The flared head was fully inside him. His insides were on fire. It was too much at once. The fox tried to pull away from it, but gasped as it pulled him back. The head was too big to come back out--it was like taking a canine dick knot-first. The invisible horse wasn't about to give up its foxy toy so easily.

Dave took a deep breath. Another. There, he could feel his muscles loosening up nicely. Not enough to pull out, but enough to start to enjoy the feeling of being stuffed so suddenly. He lowered himself a little more, winced, pulled back up slowly. Then down again, a little farther this time. His body was now getting into the rhythm of things. The endorphins started flowing in earnest.

"F-fuck..." The fox shivered as the thick cock pushed its way inside more and more. This was the easy part; his sphincter had just stretched enough to fit the head, and luckily the shaft wasn't as thick. Not that this was easy. Dave smeared some more lube on his fingers and rubbed it along the shaft to help speed things along.

The fox let out a moan as the girthy head pushed against his prostate. He pulled back a little, pushed forward a little, so the thickest part rubbed back and forth against his sensitive organ. "Aaahhh..." His cock twitched excitedly. He already felt stuffed, but knew that he was barely halfway done. He had to go even further.

The shaft was getting thicker the closer he got to the base. Soon it was almost the diameter of the head, and his ring strained to let more cock in. Dave wrapped a paw around his penis and started pumping up and down, sending tingles up his spine and making his muscles relax more.

His balls were now brushing against the silicone ones below. Just another two or three inches... Dave guessed there was almost a foot of it inside him. But this last bit would be the toughest. He reached over for his lube, but to his dismay found the bottle was empty. Shit. He hoped his own juices would be enough.

The fox rubbed his fingers over his sensitive tip. Maybe if I focus enough on getting off, my body will loosen up. But the thick slab of artificial cock pounding his insides was going to be hard to forget.

He had an idea. He shifted to the side enough that the dildo's suction loosened and it popped off the floor. Dave rolled over onto his back and maneuvered himself close to the end of the tub. The hot water was now falling on his face and chest. He clenched his abs and brought his knees to his chest; the horse cock resisted the movement inside him, making him feel every inch as he moved.

The fox's own cock was now just an inch from his muzzle. Behind it he could see his fuzzy balls, and the dildo sticking straight up from his hole. He knew he wasn't quite flexible enough to go down on himself (he wished he was), but this would be enough. His lips parted enough for his tongue to sneak out and lap at his slit.

His member twitched, bouncing out of reach of his tongue. Dave grabbed it and held it in place in front of his mouth, licking away the pre dribbling from its tip. That's better. His tongue worked rhythmically as his paw massaged his engorged knot. He reached up with his other paw and grabbed the base of the dildo, slowly moving it in and out, in and out. Oh god, yes!

His balls felt tingly, signaling the oncoming orgasm. The fox pounded himself with the horse cock faster. He closed his eyes and imagined himself in the middle of an equine orgy; muscular stallions surrounded him and jacked off while their biggest stud pounded his rear. He imagined the hot water on his face and chest was hot cum raining down on him from all sides.

The imagery was too much; he felt like he was about to explode. He beat his cock faster and faster. He clenched his abs harder and brought his legs up far enough that he could put his lips around the head of his cock. He shoved in the dildo.

He gave a muffled cry as his balls seized up and shot hot spunk deep down his throat. Each shot made his sphincter clamp down on the huge horse dildo, again and again. His mouth was quickly filling up with his own cum--at this angle it was hard to swallow. Just before he would burst, he closed his eyes and pulled back from his pulsating cock, letting the last few strings of semen hit him right in the muzzle.

Fuck... He turned his head to the side and opened his mouth, letting the cum dribble out slowly. His abs ached, and he suspected after the euphoria wore off his ass would be pretty sore. Still, he never thought he could be that flexible. I'll have to show that to Warren sometime.

Dave felt around his butt. The silicone balls were right up against his--he'd taken the entire length. He shuddered in pleasure. On the bottom of it he could feel a small piece of plastic sticking up that wasn't there before. He pushed it down and through his rectum felt something go click. The little glass panel was now slightly ajar.

The fox gripped the horse dildo and slowly pulled it out, inch by inch. His cock shot one more strand of jizz when the thick head slid past his prostate. Finally, it came out with a satisfying pop. "Unf..." He set it aside for cleaning and removing the USB drive. But first, he could do with a real shower.

* * *

A few minutes later, the wet-looking fox stepped out of the steamy bathroom. Normally he'd finish drying off with a hair dryer, but he knew he didn't have that kind of time. He needed to finish up and get back to Allison and Senator Connor with the USB.

Dave's pocket buzzed, making him jump. He reached into his pants to get his phone and held it up to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, Dave. You called earlier?"

"Oh, hi Tiago! Yeah, I'm on another job. Was wondering if I could ask if you know the person I'm investigating."

"Fire away."

"Okay." He kept the phone against his right ear with his shoulder and squatted down to open up the suitcase next to the closet. His ass tingled from being stretched wider once more. "So this isn't exactly a normal case," he said. "I'm not asking about anyone who might have asked for your services in the past, but rather someone who might have been in the same job field. Not a prostitute, per se, more of a mistress."

"What's her name?"

He placed the heavy horse dildo back inside. Where's that red silk rope that was on top? "She was using the name Angel at the time, but her credit card says her name is Casey."

There was a clatter to his right. He whipped around, expecting to see someone standing there. It took him a moment to realize the sound came from Tiago's end of the call. He took a deep breath. "You still there?"

"Sorry, just dropped my phone. You said this is a mistress named Casey?"

"Yeah. She's--"

"A tan cow?"

Dave smiled. "Knew I could count on you." He saw the rope poking out from underneath the bed and went to grab it. "So was she a competitor in the business, or was she--"

"Get out of there. Now."

He stopped mid-reach. "Why?"

"You have to leave, now. Make sure everything is exactly as you found it."

"There's something you're not telling me, Tiago." He stood up and put a paw on his hip. "Does this have to do with the Matchmaker?"

"He's involved in this case, too?" The jaguar hissed a curse in Spanish. "You're being watched. Get out of there if you don't want to get arrested."

"Arrested!? Tiago, what's going on? How do you know Casey?" He threw the rope back into the suitcase and zipped it up.

"She hired me once. Former prostitute, left the business and swore to never come back. The fact that she's back and in the more high-class part of the business, especially when the Matchmaker is involved, means she's the most dangerous person you've ever investigated. The one thing I learned from meeting her is that she's always a step ahead of you."

The fox frantically ran his hands over the bed to smooth over the wrinkles. He ran through the checklist in his head. Bathroom, fridge, beds, table... He looked at the small table. Sitting next to the lamp, in front of the alarm clock, was a framed picture of a buxom tan cow in a form-fitting mauve dress, looking at the camera with half-closed eyes and a coquettish grin on her muzzle. Embedded in the top portion of the black frame, barely visible, was the circular shape of a camera. Shit.

"I've gotta go," Tiago said. "Good luck." He hung up.

Dave pocketed the phone. He tore his gaze away from the camera-frame, hoping desperately it wasn't on. He stuffed the old bed sheets into the cleaning cart and fled the room.

His paws were shaking as he pushed the cart down the long hallway, headed for the elevator at the opposite end. He'd never lost his nerve like this on a job before. Why was everything suddenly so different this time? Why was Tiago so freaked out about Casey; was there something the jaguar wasn't telling him?

The flash drive slid up and down against his damp thigh as he closed in on the elevator. At least he'd gotten what he came for. One way or another, the job was done, and he wouldn't have to worry about Casey or this so-called "Matchmaker" anymore.

* * *

"Just like you said." Casey shook her head in amazement as she watched the wet-looking fox exit the bathroom with the horse dildo in his paw. The computer screen they were watching him on was the only thing illuminating the large, concrete room. "Someone showed up to try to find the tapes."

"Yes," the Matchmaker said, drawing the syllable out. "But not who I expected."

"This guy's not an officer wearing civvies?"

"No. The fox is too timid, too self-conscious. An officer of the law would have no qualms searching a hotel room for the tapes, yet have qualms about using the dildo. This man was hesitant doing the first and jumped right into the second. Or rather, onto."

"Sure did," she said. She was just surprised the fox didn't see the button on the other side of the balls that would have made the panel open without having to use the dildo at all. "So what does that make him? A private investigator?"

The Matchmaker rubbed his tan, fuzzy chin thoughtfully. He was naked except for his tie. "No. Look at how he moves around the room. That's practiced movement; he's cleaning staff. But someone told him what to expect there, and what to look for. Cleaning staff trying to make some extra money on the side."

Casey leaned back and folded her arms beneath her bosom. The Matchmaker looked so small in the large, leather chair beside her. "So now that he's found it, you think he'll suspect we have a copy?"

"No."

"How do you know?"

"Simple." The Matchmaker pointed at the screen. "Watch him moving around the room. Watch his gestures, his facial expressions. Tell me what he's like. Tell me what he's into."

Casey's brow furrowed. "Sir?"

"You know my methods; you've seen them in action. Watch him, and tell me what he's into."

The bovine leaned closer to the laptop. Her eyes moved rapidly, scanning the fox's every movement. She bit her lip. "Well, anal, of course"

"Good. Why?"

"A body his size, taking a dildo that big?" She glanced at the Matchmaker's chair. "I mean, not that that's impossible. He's had something big up there in the last day or so. But not regularly enough to be used to it. I'm guessing he's into deep penetration."

"Dildo or cock, typically?

Casey frowned. "Cock, I think. Maybe both. His posturing and gestures make me think he's somewhere on the homosexual spectrum--maybe he's been seeing someone. It might explain why he doesn't get that deep penetration regularly. If it was just him, he could do it every day."

"Go on."

Casey watched as the fox frowned and buried his paw in his pocket. The vulpine pulled out a cell phone and held it to his ear. "I..." The bovine searched for more. "I don't know."

"That's it?"

"I can't see anything else."

The fox was looking around the ground. He said something to the person on the other end, smiling, and then froze when a reply came. He whipped around, and his mouth formed the word "Why?" before he turned away from the camera again. He stood in a slightly effeminate posture, paw on his hip.

The Matchmaker leaned back in his chair and put his small paws behind his head. "Gay. Sub. In a relationship with a species much larger than himself, but started only recently, judging by the fur close to the knuckle on his ring finger. It's thinner than the fur on the mirror finger, suggesting he wore a wedding ring until sometime within the last six months. Is he seeing the suitor that led to the divorce? No, he must have started seeing this person after he broke up with his husband."

Casey's eyes widened. "How do you know that?"

"Not done yet," he said, wiggling down into a more relaxed position. His chair gave a muffled groan. "Based on his familiarity with the cleaning process and his immaculate uniform, he not only works at the Bellerose but also lives there."

"Lives there?"

"Of course, darling. If he commuted daily, the back of his polo would have creases from the car seat. So either he puts the polo in a bag and changes when he arrives, or the polo never left. There are no creases or wrinkles on the shirt, suggesting that if it was put in a bag, it has been ironed at the hotel. A typical employee couldn't take time out of his workday to do so, and certainly wouldn't waste break time doing it. Ergo, no bag, and the polo never left because he lives there."

"Incredible."

"Which means," the Matchmaker continued, "he didn't have enough money to keep the apartment left to him by his ex-husband, who was rich. He's struggling to get by as hotel cleaning staff, meaning he's looking for extra work, such as this snooping around. So he does it part-time, which means he's not a professional. That's how I know he'll stop looking now that he has the USB. He won't think we have a copy."

She whistled in amazement and leaned her elbow on the head of his chair. The chair grunted. "That's... That's uncanny," Casey said. "How did you get all that from just watching him for a few minutes?"

By now the fox was rushing to get the room cleaned as soon as possible. He quickly straightened the new bed sheets, threw the dirty ones on top of the cart haphazardly and hurried out. The camera shook when he shut the door.

"It's not just from watching him, darling," he drawled. "The fox is no stranger to me." He stood up from his chair; the horse's cock slid out from his ass and escaped with a soft pop, making the leather-bound equine moan. Cum dribbled from The Matchmaker's ass. He gave a pat on the head to Chair, who couldn't see through the leather mask covering his whole head.

The Matchmaker straightened his tie and looked up at her. "I think it's time we invited him to dinner to catch up. Don't you?"

Casey tore her gaze from the shrinking horse cock and turned it to her boss. "And get him to stop interfering with our work?"

"All in good time, darling. All in good time."

***

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