David didn’t know about Candy’s tricks. After spending the week with her in Vegas, David asked her to visit him at his new beach house. She did, three weeks later, and never left.

Candy just got out of the shower when she heard someone at the door. She put on her robe that hangs on the back of the bathroom door. She hardly ever wears it, except for the rare occasion like this. As Candy walked through the living room, she could see through the glass front door a man she’d never seen before. He was tall, tan, 34 years old, had blond hair, and dressed like a banker, wearing a decent suit from The Men’s Wearhouse. But he was too built, too poised to be a banker. He was definitely a cop.

"Can I help you?"

"Hello, my name is Lieutenant Gorton of the Carolina Beach Police Department. Is this the Brown residence?" Candy was impressed with the officer's professionalism. Her hair was still wet and she was only wearing a short white bathrobe. He didn't miss a beat or sneak a peek at her full breasts or her tan, toned, silky smooth thighs. Candy knew she was a desirable woman. She was only 27 and her only responsibilities lately were to work out, tan, and primp herself daily. Candy’s breasts were perfect. She was confident of that. After all, her breasts were done by the same doctor who did Carmen Electra’s. She also remembered all too vividly all the men eagerly paying her thousands of dollars to be with her for just a night.

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