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My name’s Juno Steel. I’m a private eye.
That means putting my neck on the line every day. Once in a twin moon, if I’m lucky, my neck catches a break. If I’m real lucky Peter Nureyev wraps his legs around it.
Well, tonight I got really lucky. I don’t eat out much, but when I do, I make sure to finish the meal. Nureyev was a feast when I had been starving. I’d nearly cracked his case and it was only a matter of time before he saw the big quasar.
I can always tell when Nureyev’s about to hit the hyperdrive because he sounds like a cat caught in a grav-booster.
“Ohhhh—Juno, yes! A-a little higher—Just like that—Oh, that’s magnificent—yes—yes—Oh, ssstars!“
He dug his talons into my skull and it felt like an eagle was trying to carry me away. The pain tore into pleasure and I double downed on going down. He always said I had a smart mouth and I wanted to prove him right. So, I spelled out his rights with my tongue and kissed oxygen goodbye. When I told Nureyev all those years ago that I wanted to die in a warm ditch, this wasn’t what I had in mind…But, I couldn’t think of a better way to go.
Let me get you up to speed. Ten minutes before this, the man I was currently knuckles deep in had sauntered into my room looking to borrow a pen. It doesn’t take a PI to see through that scheme. I had a feeling that he was looking for something else.
I’d never get sick of seeing that tall glass of nutrient paste walk through my door. His legs went on for lightyears and my eyes were more than happy to make the trip. His face was painted in a coy mask and his hair wouldn’t have moved if a meteor hit it. He hid under lidded eyes and a slight smile, like he was cataloguing all the things he wanted to do to me. Stacked up on high heels and wearing a scrap of fabric that would have made nudists blush, he looked a little too gussied up for practicing his signature.
“Doin’ some writing?” I asked after I’d picked my jaw up off the deck. I leaned against my desk and tried to look relaxed. I didn’t feel relaxed. I felt hot under my collar and I wanted him to cool me down with an ice cube on his tongue. He was even taller than usual in those shoes and I was ready to climb.
“Actually, I find myself rather distracted,” he said, stepping into my quarters, “Can you help me focus, Detective? I think best when I’m on my back.” He crowded me up against the desk and a cloud of cologne followed.
I took a deep drag of the familiar scent and let it fill me up. There were a lot of memories tied to that smell. Running hand in hand through back alleys, dangerous dinner parties, the taste of it on his skin in the dark. His eyes were black pools hiding endless depths, all the secrets I would never know, and I wanted to dive in. I never could turn down a client in need.
I learned two things right away. One, he definitely wasn’t there for a pen; and two, he definitely wasn’t wearing anything under that dress. The second discovery told me how urgent his situation was. I made my first move in a game he’d already started.
I laid him out on my desk and opened him up like a fresh file. He squirmed and squealed like a much younger man and my heart ached. I dove into his case while he redecorated my room. His limbs flailed like a Terran octopus, giving everything on my desk a new home on the floor.
Which brings us to Nureyev testing the strength of my furniture and the patience of my neighbors.
He gasped for more and I was going to give him everything I had. I came up for air and pumped him full of my fingers. Giving my scalp a break, he clung to the desk instead, nails scrabbling on the surface and head hanging over the edge. He spouted creatively filthy poetry that could’ve turned a priest to sin and he was praying to deities I’d never even heard of. Eventually, the only word that I understood was my own name, broken on the rocks of his pleasure as it fell from his lips.
I spared a moment to pull his dress down, leaving it trapped around his waist beneath the cramped corset. His chest was a shining desert, perky nipples standing at attention as it heaved. I was worried he might pass out from the restriction of the corset and moved to unlace it underneath his rolling back.
”No,” he groaned, bringing my hand back to where he needed it most, “Leave it, love. Oh, it’s just right.”
Once I had some air in my own lungs I got back to work. I swirled his clit around my mouth like a martini olive and messaged his pleasure panel until his thighs shook. He ground against my face like he was trying to smother a fire. Clearly, it didn’t put out the one raging between his legs and all he smothered was the detective that had set up camp there. His keening turned high and desperate, like he needed to tell me something of dire importance.
“Oh-oh, right there! Agh! J-juno, I’m—I’m…” he didn’t need to finish the thought for me to know that he was about to finish. He arched off the desk and his thighs slapped around my head so tight I could taste his heartbeat. His strong legs still couldn’t block out the noises he was making. He bucked like he was trying to throw me off but I wasn’t going anywhere with those gams trapping my gourd. He wailed and mewled, riding out his ecstasy on my smile. I was going to have to buy Jet a gift basket.
People tell me it’s rude to lick your plate clean, but most porcelain doesn’t make sounds like that. I coaxed a few more shuddering groans out of him before he pulled me off like a wet rag.
When I finally managed to get up off the floor, I could tell my knee’s weren’t happy with me. But it was worth it to see the expression on Nureyev’s face. Always warms my heart to see a happy client.
He pulled himself up by my shirt and ripped a tissue out of the box. Somehow, it had managed to avoid the assault of his limbs. He cleaned himself off of my face and clamped his lips on mine. It was a kiss that thanked and possessed and marked me as his own. If I could do nothing but kiss Nureyev for the rest of my life I’d be the happiest dame orbiting Jupiter. I didn’t even care that he was being real generous with his lipstick.
Then, I felt the thief’s hands on my belt and the next thing I knew my pants were around my ankles. Before I could say “please”, those clever fingers wrapped around my dick and heat rippled through me. His hand was slick and cool; had he brought lube with him? He must’ve snuck it into that corset. I would spend a lifetime on my knees for this man but reaping the rewards was even better. He was good. Too good and I wasn’t going to last long. I couldn’t blame myself with that strong hand wringing my rod and his hot breath in my ear.
“You do marvelous work, Detective,” he said breathlessly, “Allow me to return the favor. Oh, you make such pretty noises, let me hear you.” He got his wish. Pretty soon he was pulling some very unladylike sounds out of me.
Between his lips on my throat and his nails in my hair, he had me in the palm of his hand. Literally. I was getting closer by the second, barreling towards the edge at the pace of Nureyev’s fist. Then he started talking. And holy shit, could he talk. I lost what little control I had left as his heated voice poured into my ear, left ragged from his orgasm.
“That’s right, Juno. Let me take care of you. I’ve been thinking about you all night…I could barely get through dinner with you beside me, let alone prep for the job afterwards...My mind kept coming back to you. All of you. I t-thought of your touch…of your fingers that know every inch of me…how they fill me. I couldn’t keep my hands off of myself.”
The thought of him pleasuring himself to my sorry face was more than I could handle. He took me in both hands and my legs shook like Moscovian jelly, “I thought I would at least give you the courtesy of finishing the job. It seemed only fair after you instilled such inspiration in me.” I barely managed to stay standing, gripping onto his thighs hard enough to bruise. I hid in the cradle of his shoulder, pressed to his sweating body, wishing it would swallow me up. He knew just how to wind my wire. My was gut growing tighter as his words flew faster.
He cupped my jewels in one hand and angled my cock against its springing direction to add delicious pressure. He knew his way around a set of drawers and he could make me feels things I didn’t know I had. I whined into the nape of his neck as hot sparks shot up my spine.
“Getting close, are we?” He cooed, like he was proud of me. I nodded frantically against him, opening my mouth to taste that bitter cologne on my tongue. His words were coming quick now, like he was about to go again himself.
“You’re so sexy like this. I can hardly stand it. I love how you look in my hands. Let me see you, Juno. I want to watch you come.”
I couldn’t deny him anything, including watching me finish my dessert. I was a loaded blaster and he had just pulled the trigger. A supernova exploded behind my eyelids and I painted his dress before I could warn him. He held me through it as I clung to his shoulder and swore through my climax.
Once I was spent, I took a long while to catch my breath. The afterglow was nice, but the world can only stop turning for so long. Nureyev clearly had somewhere else to be. He peeled me off and tried to make himself presentable.
“I wish I could stay longer, dear, but the captain needs me down on the planet,” He sighed, pulling his dress down and fixing his hair.
“Wait, what? You’re going on a job like that? Now?” I said, trying to think through the cloud in my brain. With the way he was dressed, I felt like I should have be handing him a stack of creds.
“Oh, certainly not. This was just for you, my love,” he said, quirking his lips in a smug, self-satisfied way, “Remember the supply run we discussed at dinner? Well— I won’t be running, I’m only the distraction. Vespa and Rita will be doing most of the ‘shopping’.”
“Oh…right,” I grumbled, “So, what, you just came in here to get your rocks off before a job? Isn’t that…unprofessional or whatever? And why aren’t I going down?”
“I believe you just did,” he chuckled, “Buddy didn’t put you on the job because you nearly threw a fit over it yesterday. Where’s your memory gone? And I wasn’t only flirting when I asked for your help to focus. I find sexual gratification to be one of the most effective methods of clearing my mind.”
“Romantic,” I griped. I was trying not to let it get to me but it hurt like hell and I couldn’t even tell you why.
“Now, don’t pout. I promise to come right back to you,” He said, like that solved everything. He kissed me one last time, fixed his lipstick with a practiced thumb and clacked towards the door.
He turned back dramatically and sighed, “I can’t thank you enough for your services, Detective. I fear I may require them again before this dreadful night is over. I’ll make it worth your while. I’m bringing a friend,” And with a flash of teeth, he was gone.
Left sticky and alone, I felt exposed for what I really was. A pawn. Just a “tool” in his belt for his own use and enjoyment. I hated how much it turned me on. The embarrassment only threw gas on the fire and I knew it would be a long night before he came back.
But, if I told you this was the first time I’d been left with my pants down and Peter Nureyev’s lipstick all over me…well, then you’d know what a lousy liar I am.