Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Becca took in the heat and pressure of the shower, the water streaming in steaming rivulets down her breasts, past her trim stomach and smooth belly button before sliding down her hips and legs. Sighing, she turned and let it soak into her thick, long red hair. She did hate traveling. She loved it when she got there, but she hated traveling. Reaching out blindly into her travel bag, she quickly touch up her shaving needs before finishing her shower and stepping out of it, toweling off in the thick, wonderful towels the hotel had become somewhat famous for. She felt a thousand times better. With a deft motion, she wrapped the towel around her wet hair to let it dry some. Stepping into the other room with the large, four poster bed she unzipped her suitcase and pulled out fresh clothing for the evening. Nothing too fancy, as Becca believed in being practical more than playing to her appearance. That probably explained why she was single, but her career had to come first. White cotton, bikini cut panties, a white bra to support her full, 34C breasts without advertising them too much, black skirt that went to her knees and flowed smoothly, and a red, silky blouse. The skirt was high waisted and came up past her belly button, and her blouse was buttoned to almost the top button. She was turning to dry her hair when she saw the note that was tucked under the door. Bending at her knees to pick it up, she scanned the contents quickly. The Madras Slave Ring! But how could anyone know she was looking for them? She wanted to see about her sister and try to get some information, but - her job once again took priority. Slipping her feet into her black, modest heels she pulled the towel off her head, letting the wet strands of hair fall over her shoulders, and crumpled up the note. Without a further thought, she stepped out the door and threw the note she had received away in the nearest maid cart as she walked to the elevator. Maybe someone was turning over information! There had to be people the Madras Slave Ring had wronged.. had she already found one of them? Pressing the elevator button, she made her way down to the lobby, locating the hotel lounge and eyeing it from a distance. She could see a large man sitting in the shadows of the back booth, but couldn't tell if he had spotted her or any details about him. Maybe he didn't know what she looked like, she thought. She knew so little about this, but the opportunity was too good to pass up! Her heels clicked as she walked along the uncarpeted floor of the lounge. She stopped at the bar and ordered a sex on the beach, her favorite drink and one she often enjoyed when off duty, before turning toward the back booth. As she approached the man, she squinted to try to see more of him as she came nearer. Large man, no visible gun holsters, and a blue shirt. Brown hair and.. as she came to the table.. brown eyes. She sat smoothly down into the chair across from him without waiting for an invitation, trying to take charge of the situation from the start. The sex on the beach was placed on the table next to her and she took a long drink from it before looking at the man. Talk. What information do you have for me about.. Madras? Her gun remained on the chair in her hotel room, where she had left it in her hurry to get information.