An Unlikely Ally

[SweetAsSuga]

Closed for Smallncute


Sitting back in the driver’s seat of her beat up, dark green Corolla, Grace Simpson positioned her camera on the ledge of the open window. The telephoto lens was great for those “money shots” but it was heavy as hell when on a stakeout. Snapping photo after photo, Grace watched as Giada Delany walked, actually it was more of a sashay, down the sidewalk, her Louis Vuitton bag hanging from the crook of her arm and large, Audrey Hepburn-esque sunglasses covered half her face. Even from a distance, Giada’s very appearance screamed money, and lots of it.

Guess that’s what happens when you marry a judge, Grace thought as she continued to snap photos. Giada headed for the nearest cash machine, and with freshly manicured nails she drew a platinum bank card from her purse.

Glancing down at the print out that Judge Delany had given her, Grace wondered how much Giada was withdrawing this time. This was her third withdrawal in just as many weeks. Each one had totaled nearly a grand in cash. After six months of his wife withdrawing cash from their joint account, the judge had contacted Grace worried that his wife was cheating on him. He didn’t want to believe that Giada could do such a thing, he tried to reason that she was just doing a lot of shopping, but he couldn’t rule out that she was seeing someone else.

Grace had felt horrible for the judge, he was such a sweet man. In his mid-forties with distinguished salt and pepper hair, Judge Delany had kept himself in decent shape and he was quite attractive for a man his age. So now, Grace was tasked with following the spoiled woman around town, tracking her from one designer store to the next.

After pocketing the cash, Giada walked a few yards down the sidewalk to a quiet little bistro, which she entered without so much as a glance over her shoulder. Her shoulders were squared with confidence and her head held high.

Grace tucked the camera away in its bag and grabbed her smaller, more discreet camera. She made her way down the street to the bistro and walked inside, searching for Giada Delany. The woman was seated at a corner booth in the dark back corner of the bistro, she sat facing the door, her companion’s back to the door. Grace moved to a table a little ways away from the couple, which allowed her a clear view of them both. She was startled to find that Giada’s companion was a young woman, who couldn’t be much more than twenty.

What the hell? Grace thought as she watched Giada take the young woman’s hand, caressing it seductively. Hiding her camera, Grace snapped photo after photo as Giada moved to cuddle up in the booth with the young woman, nuzzling her neck and running her fingers up and down the girl’s bare leg.

Poor Judge Delany, this is going to kill him.

 

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Miranda closed the front door behind her, a large house in suburbia. It was ten am on a lovely Saturday morning, and she felt good. The sex had been outstanding, and her purse was $1500 fuller.

She threw her over night bag over her shoulder and approached the taxi, that her client had arranged for her collection at ten, and she sat in the back, giving the driver her address, and soon, he was taking her home. To make her feel even better, it was a lovely June morning, the sun was out shining, and she could already feel the warmth on her arms and calfs of her simple Jersey Dress...

She was too elated to know that she was being followed , whilst the driver wasn't that observant to know he was being followed. It wasn't long though before the car pulled up outside the old Victorian school which had been converted into flats.

One reason Miranda was an escort was to pay for her mortgage as she studied for her Phd in science. She got out of the cab and paid the driver with the crisp $20 note her client had given to her to pay for the cab...

"Keep the change" as she closed the door behind her. As she searched for her keys, she smelt a whiff of fresh coffee, Despina's Kitchen had just opened up in the last couple of months. Already Miranda had become addicted to their coffee and scrambled eggs breakfast.

She smiled and put her now found keys back into her shoulder bag as she crossed the road towards Despina's unaware that she was being watched.

"Morning Girls, hope all is well, my usual breakfast please!l" Miranda offered as she entered the coffee house and walked to a empty table and sat down un-oblivious to the 20 something woman who followed her a minute or two later..

She reached for her tablet, and entered her code, before she turned on the Wi-fi and started to browse her emails.

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Judge Marcus Delany sat in his chambers, shoulders hunched forward in defeat as he looked at the photos that Grace had taken only two hours before.

"I cannot believe that my Giada would do something like this." He muttered, shaking his head as he stared at the evidence before him. Photo after photo of Giada Delany cuddled up with another woman, kissing and caressing and doing almost everything that she could get away with in public. He gave a firm shake of his head, his salt and pepper hair catching the late morning sun. "No, I will not believe this." He handed the photos back to Grace.

"Your Honor, you hired me knowing full well that I might bring you this sort of thing." Grace said, waving the photos in his face. "If you need further proof that your wife is cheating on you with women then I'll get it for you. But believe me, you're not going to like it anymore than these."

"I'm sorry, but I just can't believe that Giada would do this to me. I need to know for certain that things have progressed further than her simply meeting with other women." Judge Delany said.

"Alright then," Grace gathered her things together and headed for the door. "But don't blame me if you don't like what you see."

As she made her way out of the judges chambers, Grace pulled her cell phone from her bag.

"Celeste," she said as her secretary picked up the phone, "I need you to get me everything you can find on Giada Delany. Check if she has another credit card and see if she has multiple transactions with any specific people or businesses."


Thirty minutes later, Celeste had tracked down location. Despina's Kitchen which was located some blocks away from Grace's own office. Not only that, but Celeste had uncovered frequent payments to one particular website, that of a courtesan. Grace had studied the woman's image over and over, committing her face to memory. She noticed that the payments to both Despina's Kitchen and the courtesan were often on the same day. So, Grace traveled down to the restaurant to check it out.

Walking into Despina's, Grace smiled at the waitresses and took a seat. She surveyed the area around her, noticing only a few patrons. A woman eating her breakfast while playing around on her tablet caught Grace's eye.

Bingo. Grace's smile was almost predatory as she moved from her table towards that of the other woman.

"Excuse me," she said, coming to a stop beside the woman, "are you Miranda by any chance?"

 

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She was enjoying her scrambled eggs on muffins with fresh salmon, and her coffee was fresh, invigorating as the caffeine hit her blood stream. She was in a world of her own, her body nicely satisfied with the sex she had had the night before with a new client.

Most of her clients were new, she had very few regulars; in part because her 'fantasy specialism' did not encourage regulars. Though where a chemistry, a spark, rapport had developed she would see those clients again, a mixture of females as well as the more common males.

As Miranda continued to read an email describing some rather plain fantasy, she felt a presence moments before she heard voice, and looked up to see a woman standing before her.

She was dressed in Jeans and a top, something very dull, which would not bring her attention in a crowd. Yet the jeans were well fitting and tight, emphasising her legs.

As she glanced at her bum, she saw the Levi trademark on the back pocket.

"are you Miranda by any chance?"

Miranda was suddenly on her cautious mode. Her real name was Annabella or Annabell for short!

Miranda was her 'working name' as a courtesan, a high class escort. She looked at the woman's face briefly and her clevage as she wondered who she was, how she had tracked her. Most clients paid cash, or through Pay-Pal. She didnt have the facilities (not did she want them) to accept payments via credit card..

So how did this woman find her..?

"Morning, and why are you looking for a 'Miranda?' smiling as she sipped her coffee?