These images felt very hardboiled detective novel, so I deci..
Added 2024-03-12 14:30:09 +0000 UTCThese images felt very hardboiled detective novel, so I decided to write the opening lines of said novel. But, before we get there, you should know that, should you wish to both celebrate Titty Tuesday more completely AND make a cute girl's day, you can do so by paying the PPV and getting rid of the pesky asterisks over my boobs. Either way, here's the novel opening. I hope you enjoy it. The office smelled of stale, lingering perfume. I'd heard this broad was the best in the business, but the sight that greeted me was the cramped den of a two-bit detective. My expectations plummeted faster than a pigeon who had just suffered a massive cardiac event. Until, that is, my eyes fell on the dame herself. Up on her desk, she'd propped gams longer than the Amazon river and just as dangerous. I've heard about mine-shafts in South America so deep that if you fell in you'd run out of breath screaming before you hit the bottom; as she studied me from her perch, her dark eyes reminded me of those depths. Her only movement was a smile snaking across her lips like a viper getting ready to strike. I knew immediately that, should I go to the other Private Eye across town, I could save myself a whole lot of pain, but the torment I saw there was the alluring kind, like the sting of whiskey at three in the morning, or the way your knuckles throbbed after ringing some palooka's bell when he really deserved it. So, I plastered a smile on my face, the kind of smile that would make a nun want to purr, and said, “PI Cherry Sapphire, I have a case for you.”
