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  The Purloined Panties

  An Erotic Detective Adventure

  Carol Gregory

  Carol Gregory

  Bakersfield, California

  Copyright © 2013 by Carol Gregory.

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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 ha
d 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.

  The telephone rang. It was Sissy Harwell. She asked if I could swing by to talk later that morning. The ABG president would be there and she thought it would be a good idea if we talked. We set it for eleven.

  One of the attorneys, Fred Watson, was hanging around and we talked for a while. Fred was a young attorney about my age. Fred was planning a tennis weekend with his girlfriend in Palm Springs and had to tell me all about it. I had played some tennis a few years back, but not since my injury. I had met his girlfriend Sandy, who seemed very nice. He kept asking me to try playing doubles. I said I might try it.

  A little before eleven I headed out to the ABG house. A young woman met me at the door.

  "Hello, I’m Valerie Petersen," she said. I'm the ABG president." We shook hands as I introduced myself.

  Valerie was twenty-two. She was cheerful and cute in that just out of adolescence way. She was average height and about ten pounds heavy, all in the butt. Her hair was dark and reached the middle of her back.

  Sissy brought us back to her office area in her room. We talked for a few minutes and I asked Sissy if I could speak with Valerie alone. Sissy objected briefly, but I held up my hand. "It will be okay," Valerie said.

  Sissy left. "Valerie," I started, "I need to talk with you candidly. I will use discretion when talking with Sissy."

  Valerie agreed. I asked her about male visitors in the bedrooms.

  "Guys are pretty common. Most of us have a boyfriend or two. A few of the relationships are sexual. The guys know about the panties because that's who we thought took them as a prank. I've talked with all of them and I think they told me the truth. They all denied taking them. Frankly a couple of them have panties as trophy gifts, but they were donated if you get my drift."

  "Are any of the girls gay?" I asked.

  Valerie tried to look shocked. "It's okay," I said. I used to be a college student and we experimented. It's normal."

  "Well," she thought, "I think we have all had some experience. But I think we all like boys."

  "How long have you lived in the house?" I asked.

  "The last three years. I have lived here the longest, although we have several sisters who have been here as long as I have. This is my fifth year." Valerie said.

  We talked about the sorority members and individual issues. I felt Valerie had a good read on the girls. She intuitively thought that she could see one getting into it with one other member, but not others. She thought the thief was someone from outside the group. I agreed, but with some reservations.

  "Is anything special happening in the next couple of weeks?" I asked.

  "It will be quiet until a week from Saturday. We have our annual dress up party hosted by the Delta Dogs. That's the Delta Daled fraternity. Guys wear coat and tie and the gals dress up."

  “Can we set up a meeting with some of the residents?” I requested.

  “For how long?” asked Valerie.

  “About thirty minutes,” I said.

  “Can we set it for five this afternoon?”

  “Great. I look forward to it.”

  I thanked Valerie and asked her to send in Sissy. Sissy asked if I learned anything.

  "Maybe, I'd like to set up something for the following weekend. Are you here on weekends?"

  "Sometimes I am here. If there is an event I am always here."

  "There is something with the Delta Dogs," I said.

  "I would be here to help the girls if they needed it to get ready. Usually I am out of here by party time
," Sissy said.

  "Good," I said. "I have a plan."

  I went back to the office. Fred Watson came into my office looking glum.

  "No tennis weekend," he said. "I just canceled our reservations. Sandy called and said her former co-worker and a friend will be in town and we are having dinner with them Saturday. Sandy asked if you wanted to come over. I don't think wants to be the only the only female there. We are going to Del Rae."

  "Well, since you are going to Del Rae I guess I'll come," I teased. "What time and do you want to meet there or at you place?"

  "Come over to my place at six. You will like Chris. He worked with Sandy before moving to Illinois with a promotion. Sandy ended up with his spot at Hughes Aircraft."

  Fred went back to his office. I decided to head home. It was a nice day and I thought I would lay out by the pool. I stopped at the Ralph's on the way home to do some quick grocery shopping. While there I ran into Betty Blake. Betty is my ex husband's wife. I was lucky with the divorce. There was no bitterness. We wanted different things in life. I liked Betty and my ex, Mike, seemed happy. They had a toddler.

  "Where is little Mike?" I asked.

  "My mom is watching him so I could run some errands. Want to grab a sandwich? I would love to be around adults for a few more minutes."

  Ralph's had a snack bar in the corner of the store. We placed our order and talked. Betty took a deep breath, "Did Mike like to do anything kinky ?"

  "Betty, we defined the word. You know we did some pretty wild stuff before we got married."

  "I know about you Wesson oil party. No, I mean, well, weirder?"

  "You mean like handcuffs?" I said with a raised eyebrow.

  "Yeah."

  "Betty, has he ever told you about how we split up?"

  "No."

  "Well, we were having problems. The sex was always good, but he wanted kids and I wanted a career. He likes me to tie him up. It was always playful and, frankly, I got a kick out of it. But he has to be in control all of the time and when he is tied up he yields all control."