The Purloined Panties - An Erotic Detective Adventure

The Purloined Panties

An Erotic Detective
Adventure

Carol Gregory

Carol Gregory

Bakersfield, California

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THE PURLOINED PANTIES

An Erotic Detective Adventure

“I’m sorry; did you say fur lined panties?”
I said to the caller on the telephone.

“No. I said purloined panties. Somebody has
been stealing our panties. Let me start over. My name is Sally
Harwell. I am the house mother for the Alpha Beta Gimmel sorority.
We would like to retain you to investigate a series of thefts we
have had at our house. Someone has been stealing our panties.”

“Nothing else? Are you sure it is not a
fraternity prank?” I asked.

"I don't know what's going on. My students
are upset. We don't want to call the police if it's just a prank,
but we need help."

Mrs. Harwell gave me the address, though I
thought I knew where the house was. I said I would be there in a
few minutes.

My name is Petra Jameson. I am a private
investigator. It's April, 1970. I'm twenty-eight. I got my degree
from Cal State Fullerton and worked for the Orange County Marshal's
Office until I took a bullet in my hip. I tried to come back after
rehab, but I was told that my injury was too much of a factor. I
wondered whether a man would have had the same problem. I was tall
and athletic. I worked out at the gym owned by my best friend and
roommate Sheila. I knew I was well built and attractive in an
Amazon sort of way. I was married and divorced. My ex husband was
an Anaheim cop. We remained good friends.

My office was on Chapman in Fullerton just
off the Orange Freeway. I sublet from several attorneys who were a
source of some revenue. The ABG house was about a mile away on
Dorothy Lane. I got in my '68 Barracuda and cranked up KRLA on the
radio. They were playing "Maybe I'm Amazed" off of Paul McCartney's
first solo album. A few minutes later I was parking outside the
sorority house.

Mrs. Harwell met me at the door. She looked
nothing like the matronly house mother I expected. I guess that's
my fault for stereotyping. She was average height and trim. I
guessed her age to be in the mid forties. Her dark hair was
stylish. Her smile was disarming.

"Hi," she said showing me in. "I'm Sally
Harwell, but please call me 'Sissy."

I followed her inside to the dining table. I
declined her offer of coffee. Two students were in the living room
studying. It was pretty quiet.

"Over the past month three times one of the
students has had their panties stolen. No bras or anything of
particular value, just panties. At first they thought one of the
older girls was playing a joke, but now no one knows what to think.
The last theft was yesterday and the girls are unnerved. Finals are
a few weeks away and this is a great distraction.'

We talked fees. I told Sissy that I wanted
to interview the three students who were victims of the panties
thief. She said she would try to set something up. She had the
class schedules and would call me later after confirming with the
girls. I asked her to show me around.

The house was a typical tract home, but
there had been some room additions. There were five bedrooms, each
with two beds, plus the master bedroom. The master bedroom was used
by Sissy as an office and a bedroom. There was a pool in the
backyard.

"Who takes care of the pool?" I asked.

"We have a pool man. He is older and
reliable. We have a lawn service. There are no other outside
persons employed," she responded.

"What are the rules about boys?" I
asked.

"They are allowed in the entry area
only,"

"How frequently is that rule broken?"

"Occasionally, I am sure. But if I catch
someone they could lose residency privileges."

I smiled to myself reflecting upon my
college days. Sissy must have caught something in my look. “Yeah, I
know. When I was in college I would have been sneaking boys in
too,” she said.

I went back to my office and thought about
the case. I did not want to take it lightly. Clearly was concerned
enough to take action. I thought about my college days. The school
was in the middle of a growth spurt. What had been Orange County
State College became Cal State College Fullerton. It was a cozier
campus when I was there several years ago. We used to hang out in
the student union in the basement of the Science Building. We drank
bad coffee and acted adult.

I suspected Sissy Harwell was reluctant to
call the Fullerton Police Department. Distrust was high between the
students end the Fullerton Police after the incident that took
place on February 25 when twenty police stormed the campus to break
up protests, wielding batons and arresting students. I knew of
students accosted when leaving class and not even knowing what was
going on. Nerves were raw in the community. Still, if a crime was
committed the police would need to be brought in.

It was late afternoon. I quit for the day
and headed over to the gym run by my roommate, Sheila Madison. It
was a women’s only gym. It would give me time to think about
panties.

I took the 57 Freeway and got off on Ball
Road. The gym was near the corner of Euclid and Ball. A half hour
later I was changed and on an exercise bike. When I finished with
the bike I started my weight training. Sheila came over to talk
with me while I lifted. She spotted me. The place was quiet. She
usually closed at seven unless people were still working out. It
would be an early evening.

I hit the shower while Sheila closed up. I
was still in the shower when Sheila joined me. We soaped each
other. Sheila had been my closest friend in college. We shared an
apartment and had explored each other back then. Both of us were
married and divorced. After a bad breakup she moved into my house
off of Westmont in Anaheim. I lived in the house since my father, a
retired Anaheim cop, passed a year earlier. We enjoyed each other
and were known to share boyfriends.

I knelt down and sucked Sheila’s wet
nipples. My hand found her red haired pussy. I inserted my fingers
and massaged her. She clung tightly to me for a minute. Then she
pushed me away. “Later,” she said. “Let’s get dressed.”

We toweled off. After dressing we headed
home. Sheila wanted to go out and I was all for it. We dropped off
her car and headed to the Werner Dinner House. Werner’s was a great
family style restaurant next to Anaheim High School. They had a
limited menu, but everything was good. I had roast pork. Sheila had
chicken and dumplings. We talked about the panty case. Sheila
thought it was somebody’s idea of a joke.

“What would you think if you went to get
dressed in the morning and all of your panties were missing?” I
asked.

“It would creep me out,” she answered.

We each had pie and coffee. I should have
spent another thirty minute on my workout. We headed over to Cero’s
for a drink. Since I was driving I knew Sheila would probably be a
little crazy.

Sure enough, we had just sat down when a
couple of guys offered to buy us drinks. Sheila was a guy magnet.
She had a great smile, gorgeous red hair, and radiant blue eyes.
Robert and Shane tried to impress us. I should say they were trying
to impress my friend. I couldn’t tell if Sheila was into either one
of them. I was drinking a Canadian Club on the rocks and watching
with amusement. It took only five minutes before Sheila had these
two gentlemen totally captivated by her flirtatious charm. I was
just a table decoration. I know I am attractive. I am nearly 5' 10"
with dishwater blind hair that touched my shoulders. I am well
proportioned and very fit due to my workouts. I was a swimmer when
I was a teenager and have the athletic body to go along with it.
But where Sheila could be coy, I was assertive. Guys were often
intimidated by assertive. That was okay with me. I was attracted to
men who were not insecure.

Sheila said she needed to visit the lady's
room. That was a cue for us to talk. We headed to the restroom.

"What should I do?" Sheila started. "Both
Robert and Shane want me, but I can't choose. Robert is tall and
strong, but Shane has the cutest smile."

"Why don't you screw both of them?" I
suggested.

Sheila had that look in her eye. I thought
she just might do it. Then reality hit her.

"It's a weeknight and I have to open the gym
in the morning. Maybe we will both do the phone number thing. Too
bad, I am horny."

I laughed. "Sheila, you were born
horny."

We did our business and walked back out.
Sheila took two cocktail napkins and wrote her name and our phone
number on each. She gave Robert a wet kiss while handing him a
napkin. She then did the same with Shane. We smiled and walked
out.

A few minutes later we were going into the
house. I poured a drink. Sheila poured a glass of white wine and
walked into her bedroom. A minute later she came back out naked
except for high heels. She looked and me and stuck out her lower
lip. She said, in a throaty tone, "I am naked and horny. Fix
me!"

I laughed and took her hand, leading her to
the sofa. I sat her down and put down my glass. I kissed her. It
was a long kiss. Our tongues groped each other. My hands squeezed
her breasts. Sheila wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me
to her. I pressed against her naked body and continued to kiss her.
After a few minutes I pulled away and quickly undressed, throwing
my clothes off as quickly as possible.

Nude in front of my friend, she reached
around my back and grabbed the cheeks of my butt. She drew me as
close as she could, pulling my down to suck at my nipples. One hand
entered the inside of my vagina from the back side while the other
massaged my butt.

I became increasingly aroused as Sheila
flicked her thumb continuously over my clit. I had enough and
picked Sheila up off of the sofa and carried her to the master
bedroom. We kissed as we banged our way down the hallway.

Once in the bedroom I tossed Sheila on the
bed and jammed my face between her legs. I sucked her pussy and
flicked my tongue over her clit. I worked her cunt feverously
knowing how ready it was. Sheila moaned and wrapped her legs
tightly around my neck. She tensed with her first orgasm. Knowing
my sometime lover I knew she had a near infinite capacity for
climaxes.

Sheila squirmed away from my grasp and
flipped me onto my back. She jumped on top of me into a sixty-nine
position. I was nearly ready when she seemingly inhaled my love
knob as if she was teething on it. I licked her as hard as I could
bringing her to her second orgasm. As she came I felt the heat
building between my legs. I exploded, squirting in Sheila's face.
She did not let up until I climaxed again. I finally pushed her off
of me so I could catch my breath.

Sheila started laughing. "I bet Robert and
Shane couldn't do that," she said.

I replied, “I bet you will find out soon
enough. Now we both have early mornings."

Sheila cuddled and we slept well.

Friday morning Sheila was out of the house
to open the gym at six in the morning. Usually someone else opened,
but they were short handed. I woke up when she left and made
coffee. I read the Times, showered, and took my time getting to my
office. I was still the first one there in the morning, just ahead
of one of the attorneys.

The receptionist came in with donuts. My
willpower was weak and I had a gazed. I stared out my window at the
view from the fifth floor. My window faced west, not great in the
afternoon, but mornings were beautiful.