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[center][b] Harvey Lahlis and The Heart of Blood [/b][/center]

[center]Part 1: The Lady[/center]

[center]By XP Author[/center]

The sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway outside my office brought me out of my stupor. They were coming towards my door. Looked at my desk, at the empty whiskey bottles strewn about the top. Opening the bottom drawer, I hastily brushed the bottles out of view, all of them clinking and clattering together as they fell. The music of a drunkard. I reached up to straighten my tie, only to remember I wasn't wearing one. I buttoned the top of my tan undershirt instead, straightening the collar a little. I ran a hand through my short, graying black hair, and pulled up the green jacket of my suit. It was all an attempt to look a little more professional. I knew it failed, but at least it would leave me looking like less of the mess I was.

The footsteps continued on, moving past my door. Of course it wasn't a new client. Few people were interested in hiring a washed up has-been like me these days. I sighed and turned around to look out of my window. Sometimes it got hard to tell if the view was obscured more by the dirt on the window, or if that was just how the city was out there. Dirty. Alta Ferro, 1936. Twenty years ago, this city was a shining new beacon of hope. Now look at it. Corrupt to the core. Run by criminals. The mob owned everything, from the mayor's office to the cops. It truly was lawless.

I had once had hopes, too. Started my career as a cop. Worked the beat, did what I could to keep the streets clean. Then I got promotions, and I got to see what it was really about. I got to see the kickbacks, the bribes. Got told to look the other way, forget about things, or lose evidence. I couldn't stand it anymore. I left the force, started my own business. Harvey Lahlis, Private investigator. That's what it said on my door and business card anyway. I couldn't change a damned thing if I tried. This city just swallows you up whole, eats your soul, and leaves you broken. Taught you the whole damned world was like that. Ideals were for dreamers. This was the city where dreams go to die, dreamers tended to die young. It was fitting my name sounded like lawless. Detective Lawless. I was born to live here.

I heard the the door opened to my office open. Whoever had come had a soft step. I turned around to see, and my eyes went wide. A woman glided inside, looking as out of place in my dirty office as a shark might in the middle of the desert. She was gorgeous. Stunning may be a better term, as just the sight of her left me momentarily stunned. She was maybe in her late-20's, tall and slender. White fur stood out starkly against her crimson, form-fitting dress. The kind made to show her curves. The hem was split down her right leg just enough to show her shapely calves, covered in expensive stockings, ending in black heels. The neckline was plunging just enough to show off her ample cleavage, but leaving enough of her covered that she kept her modesty.

Atop her head was a red hat, the brim so wide that it partially covered her face. Golden curls spilled free from the hat, running down her back. Everything about the mink standing before me screamed class. She was well out of the league of a 41 year old shlub like me. When she looked up, her blue, bedroom eyes appraised me, and seemed to ignore my overweight physique. She clearly didn't seem to mind that I was a human, either. Though, truth be told, I didn't mind that she wasn't.

"Are you Harvey Lals?" Her voice was sweet and melodic, like a wind chime in a gentle breeze. This was the kind of dame any man could fall for, and she knew it. It set the hairs on the back of my neck up. She was dangerous.

I cleared my throat, doing my best to keep my voice cool and even. "Lahlis." I corrected her.

She dazzled me with a smile and a soft giggle. "I see." She glided into my office fully, brushing closing the door behind her. "Well, Mr. Lahlis. My name is Natalie Frakes, and I'd like to hire you."

I quirked a bushy eyebrow. "Just what would an obviously classy lady like you want to hire a private eye for?" A lot of ideas came to mind, most of them involved a lover. Usually it was proof they were sleeping around. Sometimes it was to find someone that went missing. They usually turned up in another woman's bed anyway. Sometimes in a man's. Sometimes in the morgue, if they owed money to the wrong sort of people. That was also a possibility, to see if her lover was gambling or boozing too hard, taking money from people they shouldn't.

The woman let out a soft sigh. "I want you to find my boyfriend... well, my [b] ex [/b]-boyfriend." So missing lover it was. I was already running over the addresses of every brothel in town as places to look first.

I leaned back in my chair, trying to look relaxed. "I see. Well, Miss Frakes... I will tell you honest. It's likely he's shacked up with another woman. That's usually the reason for a lover running off."

She shook her head. "I don't care if he has or not. He took something of mine, and I want it back!" The forcefulness of her voice took me by surprise.

I masked my surprise by bringing a fresh cigarette up to my lips, flicking my lighter and holding the tip to the flame. "Well, whatever he took, it must be important to you. What was it?"

She closed her eyes and recomposed herself. "A necklace. It's valuable, of course, but the sentimental value to me is worth more than money."

I nodded slowly, taking another drag and slowly letting out a puff of smoke. "It must be, if you're coming to someone like me to get it back instead of the police." I expected some excuse for why she couldn't, but no reaction at all was the last thing I expected. She just nodded to me. There was more to this that she wasn't saying. I set my cigarette down in the ashtray, and pulled out a notepad and pen to take notes. "Alright. I'll need a name and a description for your ex."

The mink nodded again, then started to pace around my office with anxious energy. "Of course. His name is Wallace Gibson. He's a rat, 21 years old, brown fur, brown hair, short like yours. He's also about your height."

I nodded, writing all this down on the paper. "Does he have any aliases? Nicknames or the like?"

She stood still, tapping her chin as she thought. "He likes to go by Wally, but I don't think he has any other... aliases, as you put it."

I nodded again, scribbling the nickname into the notebook. "What does he do for a living?"

She hesitated for a moment. "He... does delivery work. Small packages, from one side of the city to the other. Business to business, I think he said." She shook her head, trying to deflect. "I don't know more than that. He never talked much about his job. It sounded dreadfully dull to me." She was hiding something again. I suspected his job was not exactly legal.

I jotted down the info, then decided to shift the focus. "And this necklace. Could you describe it to me?"

She stood straighter than before as I asked, suddenly defensive. "Why do you need to know that?" There was definitely something strange about this piece of jewelry. Something she did not want to tell me.

I looked up from the notebook. "Well, you said yourself that it was valuable. If he was looking to score a quick buck, it might turn up in a pawn shop. Quite a few deal with jewelry, but only a small handful handle more expensive pieces. I can't very well go asking every pawn shop owner about a necklace I have no description for." She turned around, giving me a view of her fluffy tail. I watched it twitch about with nervous energy. She clearly didn't want me knowing more.

Eventually, she turned around to face me again, wearing the mask of cool calm once more. "No, he would not have sold it. Not in this city, at least. I'm sure of that."

"How can you be so sure?" She just gave me another look, unwilling to say more. I closed my notebook and set the pen down on top. I picked up my cigarette again and leaned back in my chair. "Ms. Frakes. Do you want my help or not? If you're not going to tell me everything I need, then I can't help you, and I'm not going to take this case."

She scrunched her face up in annoyance, but then let it fall relaxed again. "Very well." She let out a soft sigh, and I thought I heard her mutter a curse under her breath. "It is a heart-shaped ruby, set into a rose-gold frame. About the size of a golf ball."

My eyes went wide, but I covered my reaction with a whistle. "Valuable indeed." That wasn't what shocked me, though. I knew that necklace. It was The Heart of Blood. It was valuable, sure, but more importantly it was an heirloom of the Vatrelli family, one of the bigger mob families in the city. And rumor on the street was it was stolen recently. "Yeah, there's only a couple of pawn shops I know of that would even think of buying something like that, and Mr. Gibson would not be getting a fair price for it from any of them, I can tell you that."

She leaned on my desk with both hands, bending over closer to me. Just enough to give me a view down the front of her dress. "Mr. Lahlis... Harvey... please help me get my necklace back." Her voice was all sweetness and melody again.

I dragged my eyes away from the ample chest on display for me, meeting her eyes. "Ms. Frakes..." I took a drag from my cigarette to let a silence hang for a moment. "I really don't think I should take this case. Something about it feels wrong, and you're not telling me something." I have lived my life this long trusting my instincts. If it was the Heart of Blood, I really didn't want to get mixed up in stolen mob heirlooms.

The corner of Natalie's mouth twitched a little. "Please, Harvey. I'll pay you whatever you want."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry. It's not about the money."

Her expression shifted, turning into a sly smile. "Well... if it's not money..." She hoisting herself up to sit on the corner of my desk. One leg extended out, giving me a good view of the slender calf again, and just a little of her thigh. "Perhaps I could give you a little... incentive." She let her heel drop away from her foot, rubbing her toes against my thigh, making it plainly obvious what she meant.

I cleared my throat, shifting in my seat a little. "I-I appreciate the offer, Ms Frakes, but-"

"Please..." She leaned forward and ran a long finger against my cheek. "Call me Natalie." Her touch was so soft against my skin, it sent shivers down my spine.

"Natalie... I appreciate the..." she cut me off again, pressing her finger to my lips. I could just taste her fur. Sweet, like her scent. Intoxicating in a way booze could never hope to achieve.

"Shush..." Her finger ran down my chin, grazing along my neck. "I've always found humans to be a... unique feeling. Skin against fur..." Her touch trailed lower, down the front of my shirt. Her fingers bumped against every button, slipping them free to open my shirt. "I think I should give you a little taste... call it a down payment if you prefer."

I cleared my throat again. "I... would usually prefer cash... bu-AHH!" I tensed up as her hand pressed against my crotch, rubbing her palm against the hard shaft hidden within. "...but I... can make an exception..."

She flashed that dazzling smile again. "Of course you can." There was almost something hungry in her smile this time. Her deft fingers made quick work of my belt, unbuckling it and opening the button at my waist. Her hand disappeared into my pants, and I gasped as the soft fingers gripped my cock, wrapping it in a fuzzy warmth. I had laid with furs before, and it was always a unique experience, but something about her touch was almost electric.

She pulled my shaft free into the air, letting it stand proud in her view. I wasn't the most impressive at about 6 inches, but it was enough for most of the women I spent nights with. I let out a moan as those impossibly soft fingers wrapped about the shaft again, stroking me gently. "N-Natalie..."

"Shhhh. Just enjoy it." She grinned at me, her hand continuing to work along my shaft. I closed my eyes as the sensation took over my body. I really should be stopping her. This is wildly unprofessional. But it had been a long time since a woman had wanted someone like me, and never a woman like her. I knew she was just using me, but dammit, I wanted to be used by her right then. The command to enjoy her work was not a hard one to follow.

I grunted as she stroked my length harder, gripping just a little more and twisting her wrist. With her soft fur, it was like being stroked by warm velvet. Just when I felt I might have to struggle to hold myself back, she slid her hand up and away. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and looked up. My eyes went wide again. She was slipping the straps off of her shoulders to pull her dress down, letting those ample breasts of hers spill free. She smiled at me. "You like them?"

I nodded like an idiot. "Yes. They're quite lovely." They bounced just slightly with her breathing, the hard nipples poking through her fur. Without even asking, I had to touch them. I reached out my hands, pressing my palms against those soft mounds. She let out a moan for me as I squeezed each one, feeling the tender flesh and soft fur under my touch.

Her legs parted a little more, giving me a view between them. Her stockings ended mid-thigh, held up by a garter belt that was clearly expensive. I could just barely see the bit of fabric hidden between those legs. Black and lacy. "Mmm... you've got good hands, Harvey." She ran her feet against my thighs again, the toes just brushing against my shaft. "You clearly know your way around a woman." Her gaze met mind, filled with lust. "Show me what it's like to have a real man."

I was suddenly very aware of the window behind me. "Uh... I should clothes the blinds first. Someone might see."

Her toes pressed against the underside of my shaft again. "Let them watch." Her voice was so breathy, so demanding. "Let them see how a real man fucks a woman."

Who was I to deny an offer like this? I knew I should, but I was not thinking with the right head in that moment. I slid my hands down her body, away from those magnificent breasts, and instead rested them against her thighs. Almost as soft as her chest. I gave them a gentle squeeze, but my touch did not linger. Instead, it traveled further up, until it touched at those lacy panties. My fingers hooked into the waistband, and I slowly dragged them down her legs. She kicked them off once they were at her ankles, landing with her shoes.

Her legs parted again, and my nose was filled with the powerful, feminine scent. I had been with furs before, and they always had such powerful scents, but this was something else. "Go on... I know you want this, too. Take me. Please!" There was a soft desperation to her voice. I knew she was just using me, but she wanted to be used, too.

I stood up, drawing myself between her legs. Her dress got hoisted up to give me access. The tip of my cock hovered near her lips. I could feel the heat pouring off of them against my aching shaft. "I don't have any condoms in my office..." I shifted a little to instead prod a little lower. "It might be safer if..."

She shook her head, reaching down to take hold of my aching length once more. The touch sent electricity through my body. "No... maybe if you impress me, I might let you as your reward." She circled her legs around me, pulling me closer. "Don't worry about a condom, Harvey. Give me what you have. Please... I need it just as bad as you do. I need to feel what a real man feels like~"

I smiled at her. "As you wish." The tip of my cock pressed against her lips. They were so damp with her arousal, kissing my cock. I pushed forward, sliding the first few inches into her. She let out a loud moan for me, throwing her head back. I was not so silent either. Her inner walls felt like a hot, wet glove wrapping my shaft in pure bliss. Her muscles pulled me deeper, forcing my hips to move on their own. I thrust into her again, hips slapping against hers. Her tail slid along my leg, twitching against me every time I hit deep into her.

The room was filled with the sound of passion. She did nothing to hide her cries, letting anyone in the hall or rooms next door know the pleasure she was in. Hell, she was loud enough that people on the street might know. Normally, I might be embarrassed by that, but the thought that others might know I was making a dame like this make noises like that? It only spurred me on to thrust that much harder. I grabbed at her hips, keeping her at the edge of my desk as I pounded forward over and over.

I watched those lovely tits of her bounce and jiggle and shake constantly. She reached down to grab the edge of the desk, digging her claws into the wood and leaving fresh scratch marks. Her legs tightened around my waist even more, as if I needed some further incentive to keep going. Her cries grew higher pitched, her breath faster and more shallow. I kept thrusting deep, aiming for every spot within her that made her squirm on my desk.

All at once, she threw her head back, crying out louder than before. Her legs squeezed me tight, locking my shaft inside of her. Those inner walls clenched over and over, quivering around me, trying to milk me for all I was worth. She suddenly threw her arms around my shoulders, clinging to me. Her face pressed up against mine, giving me a deep kiss I was woefully unprepared for. I just drank it all in, her warmth, her scent, the feel of her lips pressed to mine. God help me, I could fall for this woman.

As she started to relax her grip around my waist, I started to thrust again, only to hear her gasp. She reached up to hold my head, her nose pressed close to mine. "Y-you're not... not finished?" she asked breathlessly.

I chuckled, then grunted. "Close... but you wanted to know what it felt like to have a real man." Another grunt. "A real man makes sure his lady is happy first."

She gasped as I hit deep again. It was a struggle to hold myself back. I wanted to just pound into her as hard as I could, to fill her to overflowing. She must have felt how hard I was throbbing within her. "I-I want you to breed me, Harvey..." Those words almost had me finish right there. Then her hand reached down and grabbed the base of my cock. With some obvious effort on her part, she forced me to pull out. "But... not now. I think that will be a fitting reward."

I took a step back, mostly to keep myself from just trying to thrust back into her. "If... you say so..." My shaft pulsed and twitched in her grip, right at the edge.

She smiled. "Oh, it's not fair that I got my fun and you didn't." She leaned forward and gave my lips another gentle kiss. The next thing I knew, she had slid off my desk and was on her knees. That mouth was right up against my shaft, her lips pressing to the tip, giving it a gentle kiss. She looked up at me. "I can feel how close you are. Do it. Cum for me, Harvey." With that, she wrapped her lips around my cock, sliding down until they touched the hairs at my crotch. I felt my tip right at the back of her throat.

It was too m0uch for me. I bent forward over her, gripping at my desk, much like she had. There was no holding back, not with her mouth around my shaft like this. I let out a loud groan as my hips thrust forward into that wonderful, warm, wet mouth. With another grunt, I came, right there in my own office. My seed squirted into her waiting mouth. She pressed forward so it would blast right down her throat, swallowing as much as she could. I had no words to describe the feeling, but it was one of the best moments in my life.

I panted heavily as the orgasm died down. Little spurts still leaked from my cock into her mouth, each of which she greedily accepted. Eventually, she pulled herself back, dragging her lips along my shaft to clean as much of my cum and her own juices from the length. The tip spring free with a wet pop, the whole shaft bobbing before her. She lapped at the last little bit that drooled free, making me gasp and clutch at the desk again.

When she finally leaned away, I just fell back into my chair limp, my pants at my ankles, cock slowly deflating in my lap. She stood up, licking her lips clean and giving me another of her dazzling smiles. "Mmm... mature men taste so much more... refined." Somehow I doubted anything about me was refined in that moment.

As I sat there, catching my breath, I watched her slip her lacy underwear back up her legs, slip her breasts back into her dress, and straighten all the fabric again. She looked over her shoulder. "You'll take my case now, won't you?" I didn't even have to respond. It wasn't really a question, and she already knew the answer. Of course I had to take the case now. She then leaned over and opened my notebook, scribbling something onto the page, then closed it again. "My phone number and the address of the hotel I'll be staying at for the next two weeks." With that, she stood and effortlessly moved to the front of my office again, her hips swaying more than before. "Please call me the moment you have any information. Or... if there is anything else you need from me."

I could only nod to her. "O-okay." I must have looked like an idiot child in that moment, agreeing with whatever the pretty lady told me.

She opened my door, turning only to give me a sweet smile and a wink over her shoulder. "I'll see you later, Harvey." Her voice was sing-song as she said my name. I watched her swaying hips and waving tail walk out of my office. The door closing finally cut off my view of the gorgeous woman. I looked down at my limp, spent cock, sitting between my bare legs. Gorgeous... and dangerous. Especially to a lonely old idiot like me. I was clearly in trouble here. And I could not just walk away now.

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