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A dark night in a city that knows how to keep it's secrets, but on the 9th floor of the Acme Building one mouse is still trying to find the answers to life's persistent questions... Colby, Colby Jack, Private Eye.

It was late and the rain poured down the gutter with a loud rushing noise. The neon diner sign buzzed across the street doing little to illuminate the darkness. My desk lamp being the only light on at present I sat hunched over scouring the newspaper for any signs of the bank bandit in the news. The trail had gone dry and I was beginning to run out of leads to track this man down. If I was going to continue with the investigation I was going to have to make some calls.

Reaching a paw out to pick up the phone it rings as if it knew. I let it ring twice before picking up the handset. There was static and crackling over the weak connection but I could just make out the low gruff voice on the other end. "Drop the investigation now and he'll leave you alone. If you continue to bother our associates we will end you." Before I could reply the cell line cut out and there was nothing but static. It was pretty clear that that was one of Velvita Mosser's top rats. I couldn't help but smile. They were scared which meant I was on the right track.

There was a harsh knock and a shrill voice at the door suddenly. "Jack open the door this instant! I need to speak with you immediately." Great Ethel was here to collect rent again. I had to come up with an excuse quick. "I uh... *cough hhhaaKKK* I'm *cough* very sick. Don't come in."

"Oh shut up! You're fine but if you don't pay me by the end of the week, IN CASH, then you'll have to get out." Crap, I was just about to make my first big breakthrough on this case in some time and I didn't need this hovering over my head as well.

I could hear her footsteps thunder back down the hallway and I got up from my chair to stretch. Pacing back and forth lost deep in thought I occasionally looked up at the cork wall behind my desk. It was filled floor to ceiling with articles, notes, string, and various small bags of evidence I'd collected on this Mosser character. I was interrupted by a frantic banging on the door. "Ethel *cough* I told you I'm sick." I shouted back. The sweet voice of some cute dame came back at my ears muffled by the thick wood door. "Jack I need your help PLEASE!" Not expecting this I wasn't sure how to respond.

Unlocking the door, turning the dead bolt, and removing the chain lock I crack the door to see a stunning mouse babe in a long trench coat soaked by the downpour from outside. Her eyes were wide and she looked both ways down the hall outside before entering the room and quickly closing the door behind her. "Jack JackJack. I, what's," She stammered quite a bit as I helped her out of her coat and hung it on the cheap coat rack next to the door. It leaned to the side slightly under the weight of the water soaked weight. "Shh, calm down miss. What seems to be the problem?" I invited her to sit in the worn old chair in front of my desk. I walked a few paces to the small bathroom grabbing a large hand towel for her to dry off with. She sniffles a little trying her face and hair vigorously with the towel. I flip on the overhead light to illuminate the situation better. She looks up an expression of awe on her face as she examines the evidence wall behind me.

I broke the momentary silence. "What's your name ma'am and what do you need help with?" Beneath her trench coat she wore a beautiful red satin dress. It's low cut revealed her pretty hefty cleavage and the slit running up the side showed just enough of her tall beautiful leg fur to be quite a tease. She looked up at me raising an eyebrow and gently biting at her lower lip. "I'm afraid I've got some... bad news... Do you know a mouse by the name of Stephen Polaski?" Sure I knew him. He was my best friend. We'd been through a lot of cases together. I hadn't seen him in a while, not since he moved across town.

"I've heard of him, why?" I asked starting to get a little nervous. She grabbed a wrinkled envelope from some sort of hidden pocket in her dress and slid it across the table toward me. "I" she gulped "I managed to break free but..." A moment of sheer panic hit me as I opened it and slowly flipped the photo over. It was him alright. Two expert gunshot marks one to the chest and the other to the forehead. I fell back into my chair feeling numb. "How did you get this? Who did you say you were again?"

"I didn't she replied. I'm a reporter and that's all you need to know. A juicy story like this was too good to pass up. I barely managed to escape with my life. I was lucky to get that photo before they noticed I had freed myself." She leaned in more and more as she spoke. Her elbows were now on the table and she was resting her head on her paws her face close to mine.

I could feel her hot breath hit my face. She smelled like a hint of strawberry. Somehow simultaneously depressed and slightly aroused I stared straight into her beautiful hazel eyes. "W-Who did this?" I stammered out. "You should know. You've been following him for weeks." She replied in a low smooth voice. Velvita! I knew it. My train of thought derailed as I noticed the reporters rain soaked dress drip water all over the notes scattered about my desk. Her eyes followed my gaze and she quickly pulled back apologizing profusely. "Oh dear I'm so sorry I didn't" I interrupted "It's fine don't worry miss" She excused herself and got up headed for the bathroom. "Do you have a dryer?" she asked on her way.

"There's one for the building down the hall" I replied. Wordlessly she entered the bathroom locking the door behind her. A moment later "Jack! Oh Jack would you be a dear and throw this in the dryer for me?" The bathroom door was open only a crack her paw out stretched holding up her dress for me to grab. I couldn't believe it! Was she naked in there? Did she know how long this machine was going to take? My mind reeling I headed down the hall as I folded the dress I felt something inside the lining. A business card. Cheryl Winsley was her name, at least according to the card. The elegantly inscribed lettering on the card was much fancier than one would expect from a reporters business card but I was too much in shock to notice.

Having just come back from the laundry room I open the door and what I saw nearly dropped me to the floor. There was Cheryl lying fully naked on the desk her right paw supporting her head. She beckoned me toward her with her left paw. I was already very turned on and this was just too much. She sat up on the edge of the desk as I entered slowly. "Thank you for your hospitality Mr. Colby. Now, let me return the favor." She stands up and walking slowly and deliberately toward me. We meet in the middle face to face without a word. There was a moments pause before she quickly grabs my tie and pulls me down as we both fall to the floor kissing and mashing our faces together. She undoes the tie as I take off my suit jacket. She then takes both paws and rips my white shirt open buttons flying. In the scramble to get my clothes off and throw them about the room our lips never once break from each other.

We collapse to the floor in tight embrace our bodies writhing on the floor as we kiss passionately. I could feel her heartbeat racing along with mine. The head of my cock began to rise out of it's sheath. As her legs wrapped around mine she pulls me close to her locking me in but I didn't mind at all. My now fully erect cock pushes up against her vagina and she breaks our kiss pulling her head back slightly. "Well, looks like somebodies ready for a wild ride." she says in her soft sensual voice.

"More than you know Cheryl." I replied. She paused for a moment "Bu H..." as if pondering how I knew her name. "Oh just fuck me already!" her voice sounded almost hungry if that was even possible. Bucking my butt back into the air I positioned myself and shoved my full length into her inviting pussy with big thrust. She was wet and I went in easily sliding balls deep into her warm inviting pussy lips.

Holding there for a moment letting her body heat envelope me I began to hump her slowly. She let out calm sigh and hugged me closer her nails digging into my back fur. She closed her eyes throwing her head back her hips beginning to match my thrusts. "HMMM Jack yes." she moans out softly. It feels so good. I moan back softly "uuh mmmh uuuh" I begin to thrust harder and she continues to match me pump for pump her butt slightly off the ground our hips beginning to slap together. I try to sit up so I can get more leverage on the situation but can't move. As I try to push myself up she grabs me tighter pulling me back closer. Her paws lock behind me and we are again nose to nose. I'm now thrusting quite vigorously our bodies slapping and making a light squish sound as I begin to leak pre into her already soaked hole. Our noses touch as we stare into each others eyes neither of us blinking. She kisses me very deeply her tongue exploring my mouth. Unable to think straight the feeling in my crotch begins to overwhelm me. I feel like I'm about to cum and I thrust down harder my hips pushing with great purpose.

Without warning Cheryl breaks the kiss and with surprising strength she bucks to the side quickly and rolls on top of me. Letting go of our hug she pins me down pushing me to the ground and leaning up to sit fully on my penis. She sits there panting "Oh Ja Jaaack." I can feel my dick begin to pulse right on the edge but I do not cum, not yet. Still pinning me down she reaches back for the tie I was wearing tossing aside my suit coat. Still sitting on my throbbing dick she grabs my paws holding them together. I should have tried to resist but I felt so good that I could not think straight. Wrapping the tie tightly around my paws she ties then using the extra length ties the other end to my desk with a complex knot.

As my panting subsides I she looks down at me and begins to bounce. Slow at first picking up speed her butt slapping against my crotch and her tail swishing gently from side to side. The tie bound my paws together so tightly I was beginning to lose feeling slightly. I thrust upward and in no time was leaking more hot pre into her warmth. The feeling was too much. I'd been pushed to the edge once already and was more than ready now. Both breathing heavily and moaning quite loudly I released stream after stream of hot sticky spunk into her. "uuh mMMM" I grunted pushing as deep inside as I could the sticky mess beginning to leak out over my balls. "Oh OOOOH JaaaAAck" Cheryl's eyes rolled back into her head as she gasped out my name. I could feel her orgasmic spasms contract around me. Her head fell forward onto my chest and we both lay there together panting our chests heaving in unison.

"Cheryl I need to get up. Can you untie me?" My eyes snap open suddenly. I must have fallen asleep because the rain had stopped outside. My head was pounding. No I wasn't asleep I'd been knocked out cold. Still tied my hands were totally numb by now. Looking around the room everything was a mess with things tossed around, papers strewn everywhere, and... Oh no! I looked up at my evidence wall. The bullet shells and powder samples were missing! Fuck, without those I was lost. She'd clearly found whatever it was she was looking for and then tampered with my evidence. How could I not have seen this coming? I needed to find her and fast but first I had to break free. That's when I noticed that my door was left open and there stood Ethel hands on her hips. "Well well, sick you say?"