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   	Copyright 2004.  Shirley Holmes - Homes Investigations
By Oldman_Winter.  This story is posted here for group members'
entertainment only.  It may not be reproduced for sale or profit in
any medium.

This story is another in the series of erotic rip offs that I am
writing about the old Television shows concerning a young girl and her
friends who investigate crimes and mysteries.  It was called 'The
Adventures of Shirley Holmes Detective'.

Of course the Copyright of the TV shows remain with the producers and
writers of that series.

The codes are MF, Rom, SciFi, Incest.


Shirley Holmes - Holmes Investigations

Chapter One
The Office

	Shirley Holmes napped on the large leather couch in her
office.  She slept on her side, dark brown hair spread on the white
pillow, mouth slightly open as she snored softly.  Her white
sleeveless blouse unbuttoned to the blue bra center snap, revealed the
soft curves of her small breasts.  Her dark blue skirt was hiked up to
her shapely thighs revealing the long slender legs and small bare
feet, stretched comfortably on the soft leather.  Her black
flat-heeled shoes lay on the floor, her dark blue jacket thrown on the
top of her large cherry wood desk.  Her slender arms in front of her
with the palms of her hands together were tucked under the pillow near
her chin.  The clock on the desk chimed softly once marking 13:30 in
military time.  It was the only way she could tell if it was day or
night in her office, with the hours that she kept.  

	Shirley stirred with the sound, and opened her large blue
eyes.  She turned onto her back and sighed, then swung her feet to the
floor and stood up.  Stretching, she headed for the adjoining bathroom
and without closing the door, washed her face with cold water.  Drying
with the blue towel, she padded to the desk and sat down.  Picking up
the phone, she punched the AutoDial button for Alicia's cell number.
A paper sack with the remnants of sandwich wrappers and coffee
containers lay on its side on the desk.  Throwing the sack in the
wastebasket, she waited for Alicia to answer.

	"Alicia.  What's going on?  Any activity today?"

	Alicia's mellow voice answered with the noise of a car engine
in the background.  "She's on the move now.  I'm two cars behind her,
heading West on I-10.  Looks like she's going to his house, if she
takes this next exit."

	"Okay.  Stay with her.  Try to get some photos of them
together if you can.  If not, then get some of her going into his
house.  You know the drill.  If you need anything, let me know.  Ginny
will relieve you at 4 PM.  Keep her informed of your location.
Anything else?"

	"Not on this end, Shirley.  See you on Monday."

	"Bye.  Stay safe." 

	Placing the receiver in the cradle, she turned sideways to the
right angle desk extension and entered her password on the computer
keyboard.  The monitor, on the right side of her desk, came out of
suspend mode and presented the Windows Desktop.  Moving the mouse to
the security icon, she pressed the button and again entered another
password.  This brought up the Private Investigators Menu.  She
selected the Active Investigation line, then the present case file.
Moving the cursor to update, she begin entering her activities of the
previous night.  She had spent the night sitting in a rented car
watching the front door of a large brick house in a well-to do
neighborhood in Tallahassee, Florida.  It had been a boring night of
observation.  No activity to report.  That is the way most of these
night stakeouts went.  Occasionally the 'mark' would leave but usually
to make a run for fast-food or to take the kids to a movie.    

	Shirley Holmes was hired to gather evidence on the wife of a
well-known Florida politician.  The wife was suspected of having an
affair with a rival politician, which could reveal certain life style
secrets of her client.  Her job was to catch the wife in a situation
that she could be blackmailed into not revealing any embarrassing
information to the political rival.  They already had enough
information, photos, recordings, and even bonus videos of the rival
having another affair going on at the same time.  But since there was
considerable money involved, Shirley wanted to give her client more
than any lawyer would need to ensure the wife would lose all rights to
her three children in any court.  They were going to complete the
investigation tomorrow afternoon, Sunday, and turn over the
information to the client on Monday.  That would bring in fifty five
thousand dollars to the company.  

	Shirley finished the entries and clicked on the update option,
then backed up the complete file to a zip disk.  Taking the 250-MB
disk from the drive, she labeled it with case number and date, then
walked over to the hidden floor safe and kneeling entered the digital
key to open the top.  She dropped the disk into a compartment with
over a hundred other disks.  Rising, she stretched again, and began
unbuttoning her blouse as she walked to the bathroom.  Hanging the
blouse on a door hook, she unbuttoned the skirt and let it drop to the
floor.  Then unsnapped the bra and pushed her blue panties down her
long legs.  Kicking all the clothes into a corner, she opened a
cabinet and removed a large white towel.  Turning on the faucet of the
shower, she waited for the water to reach the desired temperature then
stepped in and slid the shower door closed.  Shirley soaped and
scrubbed her smooth flawless body slow erotic movements, spending
extra time on her breasts and pussy.  She ran her fingers through the
carefully trimmed pubic hair, and let her mind slip away to the past.
She missed the wonderful fulfilling sex that she and Bo Sawchuck had
for four years after graduating from high school and through college.
They had been engaged to be married for those wonderful four year of
living together.  Then Bo had gone to Poland to take care of family
business.  While there, he got involved with a distant cousin and they
were married.  He never came back to the States.  Shirley was
devastated for almost a year, and had thrown herself into the business
with no breaks or vacations.  She was now 27 years old, and President
and CEO of her successful company, S. Holmes Investigations, Inc.

	Stepping out of the shower, she dried quickly and picked up
her clothes.  Walking out of the bathroom, still naked, Shirley opened
the closet door on the back wall of the office.  Stepping inside the
large room she dropped the dirty clothes in a hamper next to the
dressing table.  Moving to the dresser, she selected a clean pair of
blue panties and bra.  There were four sets of blue panties and bras,
one set of black, and two sets of white.  The colors represented
different choices to her, blue meant dominant, which she was.  White
was neutral, worn when traveling out of town.  Black suggested a wish
to be dominated, worn on the rare occasion when Molly Hardy wanted to
be the dominant partner.  A very complicated person was Shirley,
especially around her friends.  She picked out a white sleeveless
blouse, and short gray skirt.  There were no panty hose or leggings;
Shirley didn't wear them anymore, since red leggings were one of Bo's
fetishes.  She also wore little make up, only a touch of rouge on each
cheek and light eyeliner.  Her hair was usually brushed and hung
loosely around her oval face.  Lightly running a mild deodorant under
each arm, she slipped the blouse on and stepped into the skirt.
Tucking the blouse into the skirt, she adjusted it by pulling it
firmly across her flat stomach with the buttons straight and centered
in front.  Folding the gathered blouse material evenly on each side
and behind, she tucked it into the skirt.  Shirley centered the belt
and fastened it, then looked into the mirror above the dressing table
and ensured everything was straight and even.  Satisfied, she walked
to the couch and stepped into the flat-heeled shoes.  She looked
around the room, making sure everything was in order, and walked out
of her office into the hall leading to the lobby.  She walked past
Alicia's office, Ginny's office, the empty office, the legal library,
then into the reception lobby.  To the left of the receptionists desk
was the door into the conference room.  Unlocking the entry door, she
exited the building and locked the door behind her, then the hidden
second lock, which set the alarm.  

	Saturday afternoon meant going next door to the neighborhood
lounge, 'Sandy's Bar and Restraunt', of which Shirley was half owner,
for a couple of drinks before going home to the lonely Holmes mansion.
Shirley's grandmother was now living in Orlando with her brother.  Her
father was in New York at their second house living with his new
girlfriend.  Walking into the bar, she was greeted by Lon Gardner, the
weekend bartender.  He set her brandy crŠme de menthe float on the
short end of the bar.  It was her reserved seat since it gave a full
view of the lounge.  The brandy was her usual first drink, then she
switched to either Seagram seven and seven-up, or scotch on the rocks.
Two of the usual clients were in their normal seats, and they nodded
to her smile as she sat down and took a sip of the drink.  They had
both tried to hit on her at odd times, but learned that she wasn't
available or interested, so were satisfied to be good friends.
Glancing at the clock above the dartboard, she looked at Lon.

	"Has Sam been in yet?"

	"Not yet, Shirley.  But he'll be here soon.  He's too smart to
stand you up."

	Just then, a middle-aged man walked in the door.  He was over
six feet tall, handsome in his gray suit, and had the most intense
blue eyes as Shirley had ever seen.  Lon opened a Bud Light and set it
on the bar next to Shirley.  Sam Learner sat down next to her and
winked.  

	"Hi gorgeous.  How was your week?"

	"Good, Sam.  How about you?"

	"Just waiting for Saturday afternoon to roll around so I could
have a drink and dinner with my favorite Private Eye."

	Shirley looked into those bright blue eyes, and smiled.  Sam
Learner was Reddington, Florida's District Attorney.  He had lost his
wife to cancer two years before and was raising two preteen daughters
with the help of his mother, who lived with them.  They talked and
laughed about some of their latest intrigues and cases, and were on
their third drink when Lon walked over and told them the kitchen was
open.  They smiled their thanks and placed a meal order, then carried
the drinks to a booth in a darkened corner of the lounge.  The bar
filled up and became noisy as they finished their meal and sat back to
have an after dinner drink with coffee.  A half hour later, they left
the bar unnoticed, except for Lon.  He marked the drinks and meal on
their tab sheet, which would be totaled at the end of the month and
sent to their offices.  

	Sam followed Shirley to her house and parked in the garage
next to her rental car.  They walked in the back door, through the
kitchen and down the long center hall to the master bedroom on the
Southwest corner of the mansion.  They had a mutual agreement that
this was strictly for the sex and companionship.  Neither was ready
nor interested in getting involved in a serious relationship.

	Sam turned on the TV in the large sitting room as Shirley
fixed drinks at the wet bar.  She mixed Sam a large vodka collins and
herself a large gin and tonic.  Shirley removed her blouse and skirt,
then the bra and panties.  Sam meanwhile had stripped his suit and
shorts off.  He took two short robes out of the closet and handed one
to Shirley, who slipped it on.  Then they both sat on the long leather
sofa to watch a movie, Shirley curled up next to Sam with her head in
his lap.  They talked quietly about his girls and the agency, as he
curled her hair in his fingers and rubbed her back.  

	As Sam's penis began to harden, Shirley moved the robe aside
and slowly slid her mouth down its length.  He leaned back and sighed
as she turned to face his lap, engulfing him, then slowly pulling her
head back.  Shortly he lay sideways and pushed her robe aside as his
tongue searched for and found her warming sex.  Slow and deliberate
they brought each other to the brink, then held, until his penis
erupted in her mouth.  She swallowed and continued milking him as she
shivered and stiffened with her own rapture.  After several minutes of
heavy breathing and huffing spasms, they slowly sat up and sipped the
cold drinks.  Leaning into each other, they sighed together and
watched the movie until the drinks were gone.  

	Turning off the TV, they moved to the large oval bed, letting
the robes slide off.  Shirley leaned back and watched as Sam lay on
his side and bent to touch her lips for the first time that day.  They
were in no hurry as they looked deep into each other's eyes, and let
the eroticism build.  They had been lovers for over a year, and were
comfortable with their relationship.  No pressure, and no pretense.  

	Shirley woke on Sunday morning, lying on her back, she
stretched her arms above her head and sighed with satisfaction.  It
had been a wonderfully fulfilling night of lovemaking.   She turned on
her side and let her fingers trace a line up Sam's firm stomach to his
chest, then raised and bent over to let her tongue move over his
nipples.  His hands rose and pulled her head tighter against his chest
as he raised his head and kissed her hair.  Sam relaxed as Shirley
moved astride his hips and let his rising penis push into her slippery
hot vagina.  Slowly and deliberately, she moved until his hips began
to hump upwards driving his engorged dick deep into her.  She smiled
and raised her head as the heat built, letting his hardness bang into
her.  Then she bent and mashed her mouth against his, driving her
tongue into his mouth to probe deeply.  His passion built and erupted
into her heaving hot body as she huffed her rapture, and banged back
on his driving penis.  They remained locked together, as their heated
bodies emptied the last ejaculations of rapture in tiny spasms and
pulses.  Afterwards they rolled apart and let their hot bodies cool.

	Sam left late Sunday afternoon as Shirley showered and dressed
to go to the office.  She drove the rental car into downtown
Reddington, to her agency's office.  Shirley Holmes was the great
grandniece of England's most famous and the worlds first 'Consulting
Detective, Sherlock Holmes.  She had inherited his talent for
attention to detail and investigations.  Her photographic memory also
gave her a slight edge to his natural abilities, and her only desire
since childhood was to carry on his legacy.  Now, after fifteen years
of solving everything from minor mysteries at age 11 through
increasingly harder and dangerous crimes during high school and
college, she had realized her dream.  'S. Holmes Investigations, Inc.'
was a reality and prospering detective agency.  This was the tribute
to her legendary relative.  In the reception area of the agency,
Shirley had placed a large portrait of her Uncle.  Beneath the
portrait was the sign; 'S. Holmes Investigations' and in small letters
under that, 'and Consulting Detective.' 

	Alicia James, formerly Alicia Gianelli, her dearest friend
since the fifth grade was still with her and a partner in the Agency.
Bart James, Alicia's husband, also a dear friend was employed by a
local software development company.  He sometimes helped on the more
technical investigations, and had also written the special software
they used in the Agency.  

	Ginny Stockton was the youngest member of the agency.  Only
twenty-three, but intelligent and eager to learn everything she could.
Ginny had just graduated from college with honors, and applied for a
job within hours after graduating.  Talking with Shirley for over two
hours, she was hired as a journeyman investigator and given her own
office.  After a year, she was still just as eager and excited about
the work and earned her Private Investigators License.  She also was
proud to be a member of the all women detective agency.  

	It had not always been that way.  'Bo' Boris Sawchuck had
helped Shirley set up the agency and was a primary member as well as
Shirley's lover and fianc,.  They lived together all through college
in the Holmes mansion, and for a year after graduating.  They had set
a date for the wedding, and both eagerly looking forward to the day.
Then Bo's father had died, and he had taken his father and mother back
to Poland where they would bury him in the Sawchuck family plot.  Bo
never came back.  While there, for some reason that Shirley still did
not know Bo married a second cousin.  That had been four years ago and
she still felt a combination of love and hate for Bo Sawchuck.  Since
then she had gotten rid of all reminders of her former lover.  When
Shirley and Bo had originally set up the agency, the name was 'Holmes
Investigations'.  After he had devastated her, she changed the name to
its present 'S. Holmes Investigations, Inc.' and added the small print
and a portrait of her famous uncle.  No one ever brought up Bo's name
after that. 

	Alicia and Ginny's cars were parked in the lot separating the
office building and the lounge, when Shirley pulled in.  She parked in
her marked spot and walked up to the entrance.  Unlocking and entering
the agency, she saw Alicia and Ginny sitting in the reception area
with a man.  Alicia looked up at Shirley and with a question on her
Italian face smiled at her.  They man rose and turned to face Shirley.

	Shirley looked at the man, then at the portrait on the wall.
Her knees suddenly became like rubber and her mind refused what her
eyes revealed.  She staggered to the chair behind the receptionist
desk, and sat heavily as she again looked at the man.  He strode to
the desk, and resting his lean hands on the top, looked into her
gray-blue eyes.

	"Are you all right my dear?"

	Looking into the deep gray eyes separated by the signature
long hawk nose and thin straight lips, Shirley brought her breathing
under control.  "Sherlock Holmes?"

	"Indeed.  I am pleased to make your acquaintance my dear."

	Shirley smiled and her eyes closed as darkness overwhelmed her
mind.


End Chapter One

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