The Search
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RICHARD'S POV:
"I still can't believe you blew off Biddleworth like that."
"I mean come on, you f****d her and took over her office. That's cold, Richard."
"I didn't need her around. Now, if you are done feeling sorry for the ol' hag, we can begin."
"Do what you have to do. You always do without me anyway, Richard." Lucian snips.
"Damn right. Hmm, where to begin?"
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"1995, 1996... hmm, maybe I haven't gone far enough back... or maybe I am going about this all wrong. I would have thought I could have found something in here on Pearl. At least that is where Biddleworth keeps all the rest of the records."
"Now, let's see. So far, I have searched in Biddleworth's desk drawers ... lord knows that was creepy as hell."
"Yes, it was..."
"Anyway, where was I? Ah yes... I have looked in the file cabinets... pointless, and in the backroom."
"You have wasted a lot of time." Lucian, yawns.
"Well, it wasn't all too bad. We discovered she keeps kinky dildos stashed in a small box labeled 'Goods' in her closet and a stash of high-quality bourbon."
I swish the glass of Bourbon back and forth with my hand while I weigh out my options. "Besides the bourbon, I have found nothing worth my time. She has records on everyone in this joint. Mounds and mounds of papers stacked all over her desk. Not one mention of Pearl."
"Then, give up." Lucian yawns, "This whole ordeal is pointless, anyway."
"Oh, come on now, Lucian. You can't tell me you haven't thought of wrapping your paws around Hekara at some point?"
"Wrapping my paws around her? Are you serious? What do you think I am a puppy?"
"Fine. Fine. Then maybe... sinking your fangs into Hekara?"
"I'm not a vamp either. What the hell, Richard!" Lucian snarls. I take such pleasure in pissing him off.
I snicker, "Okay, fine when you are ready to give her your-"
"Just stop. You are making this useless search for Pearl more unbearable than it already is."
I smirk, knowing I hit a nerve. "Oh, am I now?"
"Sorry to give you the bad news, but you're doing this s**t on your own." Lucian yawns again." Now, I am off to take a nap this time. Our little conversation is over."
Lucian grumbles to himself for a few moments while I set the bourbon down and rest my head on the brown leather chair. Ahhh, that was fun. Let's see, back to business. Where to look now? Hmm...
I pull out a cigar from my inner pocket and light it, savoring first puff I stare at all the white spackles on the ceiling. "Aged Bourbon, a cigar, and pissed off my wolf, damn, I feel much better."
"Someone around this hell hole knows something. Think it out, Richard," I tap the cigar on Biddleworth's desk, leaving ashes for her to clean up later.
"Hmmm, I could get Biddleworth to tell me, but I'm in no mood for her s**t. What am I missing here?" I take another puff and blow circles in the air.
"Wait a minute. When I was going through the file cabinet, I don't recall seeing Malcolm's name either. No f*****g way? I better recheck."
With a new purpose, I push my body out of the chair and run towards the cabinet. I am flip through each folder until I get to the letters "M."
Sure enough, the file is missing. Both Malcolm and Pearl's files are missing? What the f**k? Well, this just got interesting.
Oh, Mrs. Biddleworth. You have been hiding things right underneath my facility. I can't wait to find out your little secret, and when I do, I will punish you properly.
My c**k twitched again at what I could do to Biddleworth. From leaning on this desk to sitting on top of the file cabinet, to what I would do with those thick dildos of hers.
"And when I am done .... mmmm."
I reach down my pants and squeeze my c**k. I need to go right here and right now. I grab the shaft and pump fast and hard right beneath the desk.
God, this feels so f*****g good. I will not last any time.
Images of Pearl once again replace Biddleworth. Pearl is sitting beneath the desk with her tongue, begging for my release. "Please. Richard. I want to swallow it all."
"You better not lose a drop," I say out loud, forgetting to be quiet.
I moan each time my fingers touch the tip pushing me closer to cumming.
Fuck. I'm going to go right here!
I look down, realizing there is no trashcan or anything to use and decide Biddleworth can clean this up too.
Fuck it. I pump faster and faster, and right when I am about to go, I call out Pearl's name.
Looking at the bottom of the desk and floor, Pearl didn't get it in her mouth after all. No worries, once my plan is in place, I won't have to play make-believe much longer. Pearl will be mine and only mine.
A silent tap on the door jolts me out of my thoughts. I pull up my pants, straighten my jacket, and sip the bourbon. "Come in."
A little girl with golden locks and eyes as blue as ice waltz through the door. Her little feet barely touch the floor. If I didn't know better with her porcelain skin would have thought she was a Phantom. "Hello, little girl, how may I help you?"
"Little girl?" She asks with a thick English accent. "I suggest you try again."
The girl lifts her nose high in the sky. "I prefer you to call me Mary Lou."
"Well, now that I have a proper name, I will. How may I help you, Mary Lou?" I smile the biggest smile I can manage.
She crosses her arms. "I came to see what all the fuss was about."
I walk over to the chair and sit down. I scoot up and sip my drink. "I have no clue what you are talking about."
"The Food hall and banging Mrs. Biddleworth right on her office door. Duh."
Wow, she's forward. I like her.
"I am sorry to tell you, Little girl, that had nothing to do with me."
The little girl helps herself and walks into my office. She pays no mind to the junk lying around from Biddleworth or me trashing the place. She keeps her eyes locked directly on mine.
"You are a dark man, Mr. Rupard, but I know where the papers are. I shouldn't tell you at all, but the quicker I do, the quicker Malcolm will settle down."
I lean forward, not denying a thing she said. "I am listening."
"I suggest you start in the attic. I have a feeling you will like what you see up there."
The little girl fades away, dropping a skeleton key to the attic in my lap.
"Happy hunting, Mr. Rupard..." Her voice echoes through the room.
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