My boss, Carl Bronson, was pleased with the results of my first case, and gave me more jobs over the next few months. In each, I learned from my mistakes and was able to apprehend my target. Even better, I was finally earning some good money and doing something that was worthwhile and, more important, enjoyable.
On the personal side, Cindy and I kept enjoyed being together, but I decided not to become her roommate. Having some bucks in the bank and the freedom to do whatever when I liked was my number one priority and she understood. That didn’t mean we neglected making love, and the new pleasures Cindy exposed me to made me want more.
With Cindy’s help, I made some major changes to my wardrobe and was excited by the approving glances I now enjoyed so frequently. Another benefit happened when, Dan Hopkins, one of the other bounty hunters, asked if I was interested in working together to catch a couple. Sylvia and Bill Jurgen had skipped town before they were to be arraigned on Internet porn charges and Dan thought a single guy might have trouble getting close. He warned me that the possibility of kinky might be in the cards and I might see and have to participate in acts I probably never imagined, but the reward could be huge.
Working with one of the experienced guys, who just happened to be great looking, on a tough case seemed perfect and I jumped at the chance. Dan laid out the particulars, our travel plans and offered suggestions for my attire which he wanted to approve before we left.
After treating me to dinner and explaining we would be posing as a couple, he handed me my first wedding band then joined me for a little fashion show at my place. We’d earlier agreed that trashy or slutty was too far and provocative was the aim, so I began with the lowrider leather pants, bra, and vest from my first job.
Dan let out a low whistle when I opened the short vest showing him my holstered melons, and his comment was, "Damn, Marcie. Why have you been hiding your body?"
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