I’d had my private investigator’s license for about a year, and things seemed to be working out.

It was slow going in the beginning, but I’d expected it to be hard at first as a female P.I., I still get a thrill seeing my name on the door of my office.

I was sitting at my desk going over some paperwork on a case I had just closed when I looked up and saw standing in front of me an attractive middle-aged man. He introduced himself, saying he’d received my card from a friend.

When he mentioned the friend’s name, I quickly recalled the case. The guy had suspected his wife of fooling around and wanted me to obtain proof. It turned out to be the easiest money I’d ever made. The wife wasn’t even trying to hide her affair. Within five days I’d accumulated enough evidence and pictures to satisfy the client. He gave me a bonus for being so efficient.

Being a female P.I. has its perks. We can blend in around other women without being obvious. So when this new man said he wanted the same service as his friend, I gladly took his deposit. As I looked at the $500 check, I hoped this case would go as smoothly as his friend’s. Nothing wrong with an easy one from time to time, I thought.

He gave me the details. His wife’s name was Kit, and she belonged to a dart team at a bar. I asked why he didn’t just go to wherever she was playing and check up on her. His explained that he threw darts on the same nights as her, but with a different team, and that his starting time was much later then hers, leaving her a couple of hours before he was finished.

I could think of a lot of ways he could find out what he wanted to know without paying me a bunch of money, but who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth? I almost told him I threw darts too. As a matter of fact, I belonged to the same league as his wife. I couldn’t place her face, but the name sounded familiar.

The next day I did a little groundwork. I followed this Kit around for most of the day as she ran errands. In the afternoon she stopped at a bar close to their house. I was getting a little excited as I watched her park and put on lipstick before getting out of the car and going into the bar.

The parking lot was crowded, so I knew I could go in without being noticed. The more I watched her, the more I remembered her from darts. She was really attractive—tall and blonde, with a fabulous figure. My mind was racing a mile a minute. If she was having an affair, whoever the lucky guy was, he had to be having a ball.

She had two drinks, talked to the lady bartender for a while, and then got up to leave, telling the bartender she would see her later that night for darts. This was almost too easy. I’d checked my schedule earlier and found out I was throwing at that same place that night. But I didn’t think I was going to luck out just like that. After making sure she went home, I went home, showered. and got ready for action.

I loaded my purse with a tape recorder, a mini camera, and a tracking device in case I had to follow her for any distance. I reached the bar a little early and got a table close to the dartboards.

Kit arrived a little while later. She got herself a drink and made her way over to where I was sitting. I watched her come across the floor. She was wearing a short skirt and sleeveless top. She really had a great pair of legs and boobs.

She put her things on the table next to me, turned, and said, “Hi, I’m Kit. Looks like we’re throwing against each other. Want to warm up with me?” I took her outstretched hand and shook it. Her grip was firm and she seemed to hold my hand a little longer than necessary. I told her I was Simone and grabbed my darts.

We threw for a few minutes and got to know each other. I was beginning to like her, wishing we had met under different circumstances. She really was easy to talk to.

We sat back down, and she joined me at my table. It was still a while before the game. Kit called over the waitress and ordered another drink for both of us. Then she turned and said, “Simone, you’re very pretty. I feel like I know you from someplace.”

In my mind I quickly retraced my movements from earlier, but decided I had done an excellent job of staying out of her sight, so I said, “Yeah, Kit, I feel the same way. It’s probably from last year’s dart league.” She thought about it for a second and agreed. She had now scooted closer, until our hips were touching.

When our drinks arrived, she didn’t move away, and her hip pressing against mine was beginning to make me a little uncomfortable. Then she leaned across me to get her purse from her table. Her hand rested on my bare leg as she steadied herself. I felt her long nails softly digging into my flesh. As she reached for her things, I looked down and couldn’t help but see down her shirt. She had on a white silk bra that was thin enough to let me get a glimpse of her firm breasts and stiff nipples.

Kit dragged her nails across my legs as she straightened up. I felt a tingle in my panties as she took a sip from her drink. It was almost time to begin. When she got up to take her first turn at the darts, she said to me, “Simone, I really like you. Why don’t we get a drink somewhere else after we finish here? Loser buys.”

“Sounds good,” I said. All in the line of business, of course.

I watched her most of the time we were throwing darts. Every time we made eye contact, she would give me a big smile. I knew I was getting into an area in which I didn’t belong, but I couldn’t help myself. I was drawn to her.

In the parking lot, Kit got into my car without me asking. As I drove, she laid her hand on my bare leg. As her fingers slid from my knee to the hem of my dress, she said, “You know, Simone, I liked you the moment we met. I felt there was something special between us.”

When Kit’s fingers touched my panty-covered pussy, I gasped. I knew she was feeling some very wet panties. I couldn’t help myself. I slid my own hand under her skirt, letting my fingers press through her panties into her wet pussy. This time I heard her gasp, and when I pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers into her, she said, “Oh, yes, Simone, that feels good. Let’s find someplace to stop.”

I pulled into the park, cut the lights, and pulled her to me. Our lips melted together and our tongues began a fierce battle. Kit’s top and bra were gone in an instant. I drank in her stiff nipples as my fingers continued plunging in and out of her warm wet pussy. I moved down, letting my lips trail down her smooth skin. She raised her ass and I slid her silk panties off. As I blew warm air onto her wet bush, Kit slid her legs across my back. “Do me now, Simone. I’m so fucking hot. Make me come with your tongue.”

I went down on her, searching for her button. I was going to take this slow. She tasted like a little bit of heaven, but when I found her clit, she grabbed the back of my head, pulled me hard to her, and screamed, “Now — oh, shit, now!” I was treated with a flood of sweet, musky fluid that filled my hungry mouth. I drank her deep as she whimpered and pressed herself against my face.

When I pulled away, she had me on the seat and my panties gone before I could say a word. Her mouth covered my pussy and her tongue did things to me that I’d never felt before. My body went rigid as she slid her hands under my tight ass and sucked my clit into her mouth. I exploded without warning. I was so overcome with passion, I couldn’t speak. When I did sit up, she kissed me before she sat back in her seat. “Simone,” she said, “tell my husband I’m not having an affair — at least not with a man.”

I reached for the bag and peeked inside. There were a couple of lace teddies, but no crotchless panties. Was I disappointed? Absolutely. And don’t think I didn’t tell her how disappointed I was. She felt so bad that she just had to screw me again.