A Day Of Investigation

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Chapter 1 – A Shocking Discovery

Andy and Lynne are the kind of couple who like to keep their weekends unpredictable. They're the ones you'd find heading to a remote beach on a whim or trying a new exotic dish from a recipe book that had just been published. They thrived on the thrill of the unexpected. But on most Saturday evenings, you can see them preforming an erotically charged pornographic tableau with their very close friends, Tom, his wife Sarah and Chloe and Alison, who are all accomplished pornographic web performers. They have a tight-knit bond, built on trust and openness between them that extends far beyond the typical boundaries of friendship. The six of them have been close since meeting during various escapades of Andy and Lynne and they have supported each other through the highs and lows of their unconventional careers and sexual encounters. The camaraderie they share is palpable, and it's evident that their bond has only grown stronger through their shared experiences.

Lynne owns a photography studio and she has a captivating appearance that blends elegance and approachability. She is 21 years old and her olive-toned skin gives her a natural allure, while her large, almond-shaped hazel eyes are the focal point of her face. Her long, wavy auburn hair is usually worn loose, framing her face beautifully. She is average height and possesses an hourglass figure that's accentuated by her firm-looking, rounded breasts. Her boyfriend, Andy, has an attractive appearance that perfectly complements his role as a salesman. He is 23 years old and his striking features, including his piercing blue eyes and tanned complexion, make him hard to miss. His well-maintained short dark hair completes his stylish look. He is on the leaner side, yet he carries himself with confidence thanks to his light musculature. His fitness is evident in his toned physique, adding an extra layer of allure to his appearance.

Andy and Lynne have decided to take a walk on Sunday morning, to clear their heads and let the exertions of their regular Saturday night porn show performance with their friends drift away on the early morning breeze. The crisp, cool air outside is a stark contrast to the heated passion they’ve left behind. As they walk in comfortable silence, the only sounds are the crunch of gravel beneath their feet and the distant call of a solitary bird. It's as if the world outside is holding its breath, waiting to see what they will do next.

As they stroll through the quiet streets, hand in hand, like a pair of young children, the awkwardness of the morning dissipates like the mist lifting from the dew-kissed grass. They're a unit, a tight-knit couple that have shared something incredibly intimate together and also with their group of friends. And yet, there's a sense of freedom in the air, a feeling that they have shattered the norms that once constrained them. Recently, they’ve stepped into a new realm of friendship; one where the lines of friendship, love and lust have blurred into something beautiful but raw.

The topic of their conversation shifts from the mundane to the explicit, as they discuss the details of their favourite moments from the previous night. They both giggle like teenagers sharing a naughty secret, the excitement of the newfound sexual freedom bubbling to the surface. Each confession feels like a weight lifted, a burden shared that makes the pair feel lighter and more connected.

As Lynne and Andy reach the local park, they notice the playground that's eerily silent at this early hour of the morning. The swings are swaying gently in the breeze, and the sight of it stirs something within them. Without a word, Lynne finds herself drawn to the monkey bars. With a mischievous look, she reaches her arms up as Andy lifts her and her legs wrap around his waist so that he can help her to support her weight with her hands pulling against the cold metal.

My breath hitches as Andy kisses me deeply, the chilly air nipping at my exposed skin and making my tender nipples harden and press against my bra, as a mix of pleasure and the chill of the Autumnal air washes over my body. It's a stark contrast to the heated scenes I’ve just performed with our friends for our pornographic web stream, but somehow it feels more intimate and exciting.

As we break away from our kiss, I look into Andy's eyes, my passion from the night still simmering between my legs. We both laugh together, the sound echoing through the empty playground; the sight of the swings bringing back memories of my own youth, of stolen kisses and daring moments of innocent intimacy with past boyfriends. It seems almost poetic that we're here now, exploring the depths of our sexuality together in a place that is such an innocent play area for young children.

The sun peeks through the clouds, casting dappled shadows across the playground. The chilly metal of the monkey bars is a stark contrast to the heat of my body. My hands roam over Andy's shoulders and back, feeling the firmness of his muscles. I whisper “take me” in his ear, my voice a sultry invitation to continue our exploration and he responds by nibbling on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.

My laughter subsides as the intensity of the moment builds. Andy’s arms tighten around my waist as he pulls me closer to him, our hips beginning to rock in a rhythm as old as time. The metal groans faintly beneath our movements, the only sound in the deserted park. We’re both lost in a world of our own making, a dance of passion and desire that's been a constant thrum in our hearts since we first met.

Andy's hands wander down to my ass, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh as he deepens our kiss. I moan into his mouth, as my body arches towards him. I can feel the pressure of his thumb as it brushes along the crease where my thigh meets my pelvis, sending a jolt of electricity through my cunt. I’m teetering on the edge of something more, something that transcends the boundaries of our typical Saturday night performances.

The air is thick with anticipation as Lynne and Andy's bodies move in a silent symphony of passion against the monkey bars. Lynne's breath comes in quick, shallow gasps as she feels the bulge in Andy's pants pressing into her. She grinds against him, her clit swollen and begging for attention. The metal bars dig into her back, sending a delicious ache that only heightens her arousal.

Andy's hands slip beneath her shirt, his cold fingers teasing the sensitive skin of her stomach before he unfastens the buttons of her shirt and his hands find their way to her breasts. He pulls down her bra and teases her nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and forefinger until they're hard and sensitive. Lynne moans, her nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure builds. The cool metal of the bars feels like a brand against her heated flesh, a reminder of the taboo nature of their actions in this public, yet deserted, place.

Their movements become more urgent as the world around them fades away. The only thing that matters is the connection between them, the heat building with each caress and kiss. Lynne's legs tighten around Andy's waist as she feels the beginnings of an orgasm coil in her belly. She bites his lip, urging him to be rougher, to claim her fully in this moment. He obeys, his hands moving from her breasts to her hips, guiding her movements against his hard length.

The sound of a zip moving pierces the early morning silence as Andy's hands move to Lynne's zipper, desperate to feel her skin. He pulls her jeans down just enough to expose her damp panties, the wetness of her arousal coating his fingers as he turns her round and slides his hand inside her panties, finding her slick and ready for him. His fingers circle her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body as she gasps, the cool metal of the bars against her bare skin only serving to heighten her sensitivity, making every touch feel like fire.

Lynne's hips buck against his hand as she reaches behind her to unbuckle his belt. Her hand dives into Andy’s pants, wrapping around his hot, hard length. She strokes him firmly, her grip tightening with every moan that escapes her lips. The friction of her hand on his skin is heavenly, his erection pulsing in her grasp. They're a living, breathing embodiment of desire, two bodies in perfect harmony, seeking release in this unlikely setting. With a groan, Andy bends Lynne forward, and she spreads her legs as Andy pushes her panties to the side, moving closer, his cock poised at her entrance, as with one smooth thrust, he enters her. The cold metal beneath her hands is a stark contrast to the heat of his body, but it only makes the sensation more intense. She gasps, her nails digging into the metal as he starts to move inside her.

Their rhythm is a silent performance, as if they are responding to an unseen orchestra playing music that fills the air around them. Lynne's breasts bounce with each thrust, her nipples peaked and sensitive. She can feel every inch of him, his girth stretching her, filling her in a way that makes her feel complete. His breath is hot against her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine. Their bodies are a tapestry of sensations: the coolness of the metal, the warmth of their skin, the wetness of her arousal, and the pressure of his cock inside her. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, and she cries out, shattering the stillness of the morning. The world around them is a canvas painted in the strokes of their passion, a masterpiece that only they can see.

The freshness of the dew-kissed grass beneath their feet and the cold of the metal bars are a stark counterpoint to the heat of their bodies. The world around them is a blur of colour and shadow, their focus narrowed to the point of obsession with each other, as the excitement of their public display of their love for each other brings them both to their earth-shattering climaxes; Andy groans as he fills Lynne with his warm seed and the sound of their ragged breathing mingles with the distant noise of cars passing by the quiet park, brings them both back to reality from their erotic reverie.

Suddenly, they become aware of the world around them again; the sound of a dog barking in the distance, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the sight of a couple walking in a far corner of the park. They pull apart, both panting slightly as their eyes lock in a silent agreement to continue their adventure elsewhere, away from prying eyes and cold metal. As they pull up their jeans and stumble away from the monkey bars, their hands become entwined as they make their way back to their cosy apartment. The walk home is a blur of stolen kisses and heated glances, their bodies thrumming with the aftershocks of their impromptu encounter.

Their front door opens to the welcoming scent of coffee brewing, a stark contrast to the coolness outside. Their friends, Tom and Sarah are in the kitchen, Chloe and Alison are lounging on the couch. Their eyes meet, and the four of them know that something has changed. The air is thick with it, an energy that crackles around them.

You casually ask the group what has happened, when Alison, the most outgoing of your group, reveals that she has just found that she has been a victim of a burglary. She recounts how she had just got home from yesterday evening after performing to find her home ransacked, with several expensive pieces of equipment missing. The look of shock and concern on everyone's faces is a stark contrast to the pleasures that they had felt a few hours earlier, and the mood of the group shifts dramatically as they quickly gather around Alison, offering comfort and support. Tom, with his protective nature, insists on driving her back to her place to check on the damage. Chloe, ever the nurturer, suggests they should all go, offering to make a list of stolen items for her to make an insurance claim and to pass to the police and then they will help her to clean up. The bond between the six of you is unshakeable, and in moments like these, you realize how much you genuinely care for each other.

The drive to Alison's apartment is tense and quiet, the previous night's excitement replaced by a heavy cloak of concern. The usually vibrant and bustling street seems eerily deserted, the shadows cast by the tall buildings seeming to hold secrets of their own. As you enter the apartment complex, you can see the flickering blue lights of a police car in the distance, parked outside her building. The sight sends a chill down your spine.

Inside Alison's home, the chaos is shocking. Furniture is overturned, drawers are emptied, and the shattered remains of a vase lie scattered on the floor. The scene is a stark reminder of the harsh reality that can intrude upon the bubble of one's insular world. You all move through the space, surveying the damage, each one feeling a twinge of anger and fear on Alison's behalf.

The smell of fear and disarray fills the air, mingling with the pungent scent of urine that the burglars have left, like a lion marking its territory. You realise that the level of wanton destruction underpins the level of depravity inflicted on Alison's home by the burglars.

Tom, his brow furrowed in concern, immediately takes charge, instructing everyone to look for any clue that might help the police. Sarah, ever the organized one, pulls out her phone to start cataloguing the damage and filing a report, her voice shaking slightly as she speaks to the police operator.

Lynne and Chloe move through the rooms, carefully lifting cushions and peering into cabinets, trying not to disturb the scene too much. In the bedroom, they find Alison's favourite lingerie set, torn to shreds and thrown into a corner. The sight of it sends a wave of anger through Lynne, and she gently picks up the delicate fabric, feeling a deep need to restore some semblance of dignity to her friend's space.

Andy, his eyes scanning the room with a sharp focus, notices the empty space where Alison's camera used to stand. "Your camera's gone," he says, his voice tight with tension. The camera, a high-end model that had captured countless moments of their lives, both in and out of the bedroom, was more than just a piece of equipment. It was a symbol of their shared artistry and a tool that had captured some of their more intimate and adventurous times together.

Chloe, her heart sinking, confirms the loss of the TV, tablet, and laptop. Each item had a stories and memories associated with it. They had watched movies, played games, and edited their performances together. The emptiness of where they once stood provided stark reminders of the violation that had occurred.

Andy, his mind racing, starts listing the stolen items aloud, his voice echoing through the wreckage. "Camera, TV, tablet, laptop... we need to figure out the value of each item," he says as his words hang in the air, the weight of their loss settling heavily on all of them.

Sarah, her eyes brimming with determination, nods. "Let's start with the electronics. We can use the receipts from Alison's emails to get the exact prices." The group disperses, each taking a section of the apartment to check and catalogue any missing items. Lynne and Chloe work together, their eyes scanning the mess for any sign of the stolen goods. They find the rubbish from the waste paper bin tipped over the carpet, a sad testament to the violation of Alison's personal space.

The camera, a sleek, black digital DSLR that had captured some of the intimate moments of their previous escapades, is nowhere to be found. The TV, a 50-inch flat screen that had provided Alison with countless hours of entertainment is now just a gaping hole on the wall. The tablet, a trusty device they had used to review some of their footage and brainstorm new ideas, is gone from its usual spot on the coffee table, leaving only a faint outline of dust behind.

The police officers arrive, their flashlights piercing through the gloom, casting elongated shadows across the garden and through the windows. They move with an efficiency that speaks of years of experience, but the empathy in their eyes is genuine as they survey the damage. They ask questions, take notes, and offer their condolences. Their professionalism is a stark reminder of the reality of the situation. While the police officers work, the group huddles in the kitchen, their whispers a stark contrast to the official proceedings. They discuss the possibility of someone they know being behind the burglary, the list of enemies they've accumulated with their pornographic web performances is short, but could be significant. Each face in the room is a tableau of fear and suspicion.

As the police finish up, they ask the group if they have any thoughts about whether the burglary could have been perpetrated by someone they know, or may have had some dealings with. They all say that they can't think of anyone but will let them know in anything comes to mind.

The friends decide to band together to help Alison out, not just emotionally but financially as well. They know that replacing the stolen items will be a significant setback for her. They start to brainstorm ways to raise funds, throwing around ideas for a group photoshoot, more live performances, or even a car boot sale of their unwanted possessions.

"We should also check Alison's home insurance to see if that will cover this," Tom says, his voice firm with determination. "And then we need to see if we can track down whoever did this!"

 

Chapter 2 – Playing Detectives

"Could it be that creepy guy who's been hanging around Lynne's studio?" suggests Chloe, the memory of the unsettling stranger sending a collective shiver through the group. His presence had always felt off, his eyes lingering on their bodies and equipment with an unhealthy interest. "Maybe," Lynne says, her voice tight with worry. "But we don't have any evidence, and we can't jump to conclusions." "Is it possible the burglar may have known Alison was out, because they were watching our live porn performance?" she suggests. "Maybe we should try and set a trap?"

They all look at each other with a glint of excitement in their eyes as the idea of becoming detectives begins to sink in. As they all nod at each other, the friends agree that setting a trap might be their best bet to catch the culprits. They decide to make it seem like Alison's place is unoccupied and that her valuable items have been replaced with new ones, to entice the burglar to return. They plan to use their knowledge of their usual Saturday night activities to lure them into a false sense of security, setting up a secret camera and electronics while they wait in hiding, ready to confront the thieves.

Andy, ever the brains behind the group, suggests they take it a step further. "Why don't we make a video performance during the week that we can broadcast on Saturday evening, as if it's live?" His eyes glint with excitement, and the others look at him in surprise. "Think about it, if they're tuning in to watch our shows, they'll be expecting something new. We can use that to our advantage and make some money to help replace the items at the same time!"

The room goes quiet for a moment as they ponder the idea. "That's genius," Sarah murmurs, a slow smile spreading across her face. "We can set up a camera to monitor Alison’s home and maybe we could even lie in wait and catch anyone who tries to break in. And who knows, if we make a really hot video, it might even boost our ratings."