Chapter 20
A huge breakfast platter had been put out by the time Cassie and I got out into the kitchen.
Monica had outdone herself. Sausage, bacon, french toast, hash browns, half-scrambled eggs, and even toast were all represented on the counter island. Plus she was wearing that apron she mentioned.
And nothing else.
That ass was looking fine.
Cassie was back in her sports bra and yoga shorts, opting for showing skin, especially after I’d just gotten to see all of it, walking just behind me with her face as flushed as her pussy had been when I pulled out of it.
As for Mimi, she was happily dancing to the chill beats beside the microphone with her big wiggling butt, donning her outfit from the night before as she waited in front of the silver toaster.
“Morning,” I said as I walked in, my balls well drained and my growling belly just as empty. “Smells good.”
The toaster popped out four more browned slices just in time for Mimi and Monica to turn around with greeting smiles.
“Hi Jax!” Mimi said with a wiggly fingers wave before trying to grab the still-too-hot slices of toast and dropping them rapidly onto a serving plate before pouting at me with her fingers held up. “I got a booboo… Wanna blow on it?”
I turned my head slightly with a grin and said, “Sure.”
She clattered the plate onto the counter and came around with bubbly energy and jiggling bits, then came over to me and held her fingers out.
Chuckling amusedly, I gave her fingertips a light little blow, eliciting a satisfied smile from Mimi, who went to sit down at the counter to my immediate left. Cassie sat on the same side of the island as me, on my right, lingering notably closer than she usually did.
“Morning, Daddy…” Monica greeted as she turned one knee in and did a little curtsy, taking her seat across from me with her bare back to the sink.
“I like it,” I said, flashing her a flirtatious grin, acknowledging the outfit—or lack thereof—that she’d put on just for me, before looking in the direction of the living room across from Mimi. “Detective still here?”
“Mmm hmm!” Mimi nodded as she crunched on a piece of toast. “We were trying to be considerate so as not to wake her.”
“I wasn’t,” Monica remarked.
Cassie leaned toward the counter to peer into the open floor threshold, then shrugged as she started shoveling food onto our plates. “I guess I’m not surprised. She needs you more than you need her.”
“Which shouldn't take too long,” I said as I started stuffing my face. “She gives me her info, I give her mine. We part ways and that’s that.”
“Unnnh…” a long groan echoed from beyond the kitchen, following by the slow pitter patter of bare feet walking closer.
That was when Jenna walked into the kitchen rubbing her groggy eyes, completely ignoring us like we weren’t even there.
And she was still completely naked.
Jenna O’Brien was by far, the most attractive law enforcement professional I’d ever seen.
Shapely hips, strong thighs, and teardrop tits that wouldn’t quit, tipped by pink nipples. The image of her nude body would be permanently seared into my brain.
I froze mid-chew as Cassie and Mimi exchanged incredulous but delighted smiles, while Monica gave her the side-eye like someone had just left a fart in the room.
Jenna walked straight up to us and pulled up a stool at the counter island, then grabbed a spare plate from the stack and helped herself, leaning on her elbows as her breasts drooped over the counter.
“What’s up,” Jenna uttered.
“Uh, hi. You uh, you okay?” I replied.
“Hungry,” Jenna retorted as she scooped up a spoonful of eggs.
“Sweetie?” Mimi began with a giggle. “You’re naked.”
“I know.”
Cassie chimed in. “Not that we don’t appreciate the show, but why?”
Jenna sighed. “I already told you I sleep naked—in fact I strip the second I get home. It’s comfy.”
“You’re not at home,” I remarked, showing no shame as I looked directly at her chest.
“And you’re a man kicking around with three other women in your ear,” Jenna set her utensil down and straightened her posture, her back arched enough to put her breasts prominently on display. “You’re not going to listen to a word I say with your big brain, but your little brain might.”
“Strength in vulnerability,” Cassie surmised while turning toward me. “She’s provoking your male instincts so you ignore the fact that she’s a cop.”
“Well aren’t you a smart one?” Jenna grinned while staring deviously at me. “But knowing what I’m doing doesn’t stop it from working. As long as I’m naked, you’ll pay attention to what I have to say. Got any orange juice?”
Mimi happily grabbed the white Gluggle Jug full of juice and started to slide it forward, only for Monica to grab the top of its fish faced dispenser to glare at Jenna.
“Girl, put your clothes on!” Monica bemoaned.
“I will,” Jenna gave a smarmy sneer before pulling the jug toward herself. “After I’m done eating. Unless you’d like to put on some clothes first…”
Monica shook her head and straightened out her apron. “I’m stayin’ naked.”
“Then so am I,” Jenna sassed with her nose upturned as she poured herself the orange juice, then looked peculiarly at Cassie. “You look like you’re in a good mood.”
Mimi met my eye, no doubt seeing an energetic representation of the sex we hadn’t yet discussed. She smiled lightly, but didn’t say anything as she salted her hash browns.
“I’m taking mental notes,” Cassie deflected, her legs crossed toward me.
“For what?”
“Something I’m writing.”
“What, a book?” Jenna raised her eyebrow. “Planning to turn me into a character?”
“A detective who uses her body as a weapon? You bet your redheaded ass I am.”
Jenna glared with analytical suspicion, then picked up her fork at pointed it at Cassie and me. “You two have a lot of history, don’t you?”
Cassie scowled defensively. “So?”
“It’s written all over your body language,” Jenna said, lightly scratching the underside of her left boob to make it jiggle. “You look like you wanna get closer, but you’re keeping some distance. How long have you been besties?”
“Over a year,” Mimi replied.
Monica swatted her on the forearm with a pout. “Don’t blow up their spot!”
Naked Jenna smirked. “And how long have you been in love?”
I interrupted. “Just because I like your tits doesn’t mean you can interrogate us.”
“Just making conversation…” Jenna replied with a smile, her nipples grazing the edge of the counter as she ate.
“Right,” I said as I stood up, marched into the living room and grabbed Jenna’s clothes before going back into the kitchen, coming up behind her as she looked over her shoulder and dropped her outfit into her lap.
“Finish eating; get dressed,” I said, standing over her shoulder. “We’re getting your damn car, then you’re going home.”
“My home is probably being watched, right?” Jenna flashed a serious stare up at me. “You said it yourself, I’m safer here.”
“Not if I strangle you…” Monica remarked.
“Threatening an officer of the law?” Jenna questioned with a condescending tease.
“As long as them tits are out, you’re off the clock. We can run that fade any time.”
Jenna rolled her eyes and turned the stool to face me with her hands in her lap, taking on a tactically revealing and submissive pose.
She knew what she was doing.
I knew what she was doing.
And it was working.
“I do need to stop by my apartment though, so I can get some things.”
“Do they include clothes?” I asked.
“And files on Alistair Gaines. Everything I’ve got is there.”
“Right,” I said, bending down to lean my face close to hers. “But you’re not staying naked the whole time you’re here.”
Jenna pointed her thumb at Monica. “If she can strip, so can I.”
“I live here, bitch!” Monica protested.
“So do I. For now,” Jenna turned her stool back toward the counter. “Great cooking by the way. What kind of bacon is this?”
“Oh word? It’s the center cut—don’t change the subject!”
Jenna placed her hands on the counter and leaned far over it, staring at Mimi grimly. “Is that teddy bear still around?”
“Barry the Bear-Bat?” Mimi corrected with a smile.
Jenna shuddered.
“He’s around… In fact, he’s right… here!”
Mimi’s arm disappeared behind the counter as she reached toward the floor and picked up said stuffy shaking it with a deep toned evil cackle by its wings.
Jenna screamed and took off down the hall until her ass was out of sight. Monica cracked up and clutched her chest, squeezing her own boob over the apron as she rocked back and forth before touching Mimi on the shoulder.
“Ooh, we’re gonna get along just fine!” Monica praised, then got up to walk around the counter island to take my hand. “Ready, Daddy?”
“For what?” I wondered.
Monica’s eyes narrowed as she traded a sultry look with Cassie. “Helping you clear your head…”
***
As time was of the essence, I decided we should go to Jenna’s apartment first, then go to pick up her car after the fact.
We all rode along to head into the inner city where Jenna lived, ensuring that I could keep everyone close while making use of their various observational skills.
Cassie with her shrewd assessment of people’s motivations, Monica with her situational awareness, and Mimi with her ability to detect lies on sight—punish them if need be.
Jenna’s apartment was in a middle-of-the-road level of luxury, closer to the city center than Mimi’s place, with cleaner, better paved streets than Monica’s.
I pulled up in front of the rounded front corner apartments, a red brick building with beige shutters from a previous renovation.
But when I put the car in park, Jenna was already staring up at the top floor from the front passenger seat.
“Okay. I’ll just be a few minutes,” she said as she clasped the door handle and opened the door ajar.
“Which floor do you live on?” I asked.
“The fifth floor,” she said, pressing her index against the passenger side window, her gesture curving her pointer finger upward as I leaned over to see the blinds of the upper corner floor.
“I’m going with you,” I stated, falling back into my seat as the reflection of a passing garbage truck glared over my windshield.