Standard Disclaimers: Each and every character taking part in sexual stuff is at least 18 years of age. This story is total fiction. If anybody in my story reminds you of someone you know, thats just a coincidence. There is a slow buildup, but it does come into my little story.
My name is Doug Brennan. I'm just shy of my 39th birthday, and I have made a career of finding things. From lost objects, to lost people. You want something found, I most likely can find it. For a fee, of course.
The more valuable the object, or person, the more I charge. Over the past 13 years, since getting out of the Navy, I've done pretty good for myself. I guess you can call me a mixture of Ray Donovan, Olivia Pope, and The Equalizer.
A bit of background is called for. I was born and raised in Rock Springs, Wyoming. I knew early on, that as soon as possible, I was out of there. Not very many career opportunities for me, so right after graduating High School, I enlisted in the Navy. Right after basic training, I volunteered to become a SEAL. The training was unbelievably difficult, but with me being in really good shape, and a very good swimmer, I took to the program with only minor setbacks.
During my different assignments, I always was based near San Diego. I dated several different girls, over my first four year tour, but nothing too serious.
At the start of my second four years, I met a girl, a bit older than me, with a five year old daughter. Donna Contreras, and her daughter, Izzy, or Isabella, really started to mean something to me. Donna and I hit it off, and her daughter seemed to just tolerate me.
Yes, I wasn't her daddy, but I tried hard to get along. Donna, on the other hand, and I got along very well. I will admit we got along far better in bed, than out. We could fuck for hours on end. Nothing was off limits.
Our sex life was off the charts. We did have to remember her daughter, while being a sound sleeper, did wake up on occasion, due to our bedroom activities. It was at these times, she seemed to become more distant to me. She truly didn't want to share her mommy with me.
Let me explain, a bit more. Her father, Donna's first husband, did everything he could to spoil his little girl. When he got sent to jail for drug dealing, and money laundering, Donna ending their marriage, Izzy still thought the great sums of money she was used to, were still available to her. My Navy pay paled by comparison, but I still tried my best to show her as much love as I could.
There were many times that her public temper tantrums were not tolerated by me. I found that a very stern look, and telling her to behave stopped these tantrums, but didn't do anything to endear me to her.
By the time Izzy was ten, Donna found a replacement for me, and filed for divorce. I didn't have to give her one dime, and our four year marriage was over. Let me say here, her new husband seemed to be in the same line of work her first husband was, so money was in abundance, again.
At first, I was heartbroken, but soon realized she was a gold digger, first, and a great sex partner, second. A great wife came in a distant third.
Our divorce was very simple, as we had very little to split up. I kept all my things, and Donna kept her things. I did have to admit I wasn't going to miss her snotty, spoiled daughter.
As I separated from the Navy, after eight years, I needed to decide where I wanted to live. What I knew, for certain, it wasn't going to be Rock Springs.
I put out some feelers, doing either security work or whatever was required to earn a paycheck.
I did receive a few offers for routine security work, but then one of the largest law firms in the Pacific Northwest, called me for an interview.
They told me they needed someone who not only could find things, but fix other things, too. When I made it perfectly clear I wouldn't break any laws, they offered me a very nice paying job.
I was just past twenty six years of age, single, with my dark brown hair already turning a bit white, not gray, loved to travel, and, yes loved to get paid.
Over the next half dozen years, my job took me to twenty some states, several foreign countries, and started me on the road to financial security.
I do have to admit, on several of my jobs, out of state, or even out of country, I did find more than enough female company, to keep me occupied. Mostly one night stands, but, once in a while, when my job called for more than a day, I would have the company of the same lady, again, a second night.
I don't claim to be the stuff of porn legends, but at just under six feet tall, and a very solid 195, with a very respectable seven thick inches, I had very few complaints.
Working and living in the Pacific Northwest, gave me a chance to explore the abundant wilderness areas all around the Puget Sound region.
On one such exploration, I was hiking in the very popular Mount Si region, east of Seattle. I could hear what sounded like two girls arguing, but when I rounded a bend, I saw two girls, topless and making out like they had been very good friends for quite a while.
When they saw me, neither tried covering up, and turned to greet me. Jan, around 25 and very flat chested, and Kathy, a bit older and a bit more endowed. Grinning at me, they asked if I wanted to join them. Who was I to turn down this opportunity?
Moving a bit closer, they both were at my belt buckle, undoing it, and yanking down my shorts and briefs all in one motion. Jan, or was it Kathy, took my growing manhood in her mouth, as the other started licking the underside of my balls.
As the remainder of our clothes disappeared, I moved onto my back, with Jan getting a condom from somewhere, and mounting me, with Kathy, facing Jan and placing her very wet sex right over my mouth.
What a scene! I was fucking one, while eating the other, while the two girls were kissing each other, deeply, and playing with each others boobs.
After I shot my load, and both girls calmed down, we were all laying on their blanket, just talking. I did find out they were a 'committed couple' who every once in a while did threesomes, like this one. I counted myself very lucky.
I never saw them again, even though I hiked this area many times.
Over the ensuing years, I had several short term relationships, but nothing even close to anything permanent.
During this same period, a good friend of mine, in San Diego law enforcement, kept me informed about the goings on of my ex's husband and his somewhat shady dealings. This cop also told that my ex's daughter was growing up with quite a few very bad friends and getting into trouble, even before finishing high school.
I guess having two father figures being drug dealers wasn't setting a very good example.
As my job was flourishing, and my bank account was growing, I started to wonder if I would ever find anything close to wife material. Not that I was complaining, because I had many, many choices. From one night stands, to several partners that varied from one or two nights, to some that lasted several weeks.
To say that I played the field was an understatement. I was always careful, no matter what the girl would tell me. I just didn't want little Brennans running around, if the choice wasn't mine.
One bright, Spring afternoon, I got a call from my San Diego cop pal, telling me that Donna's husband was going to be indicted for money laundering and various drug charges, and it would be in the next few days.
I filed that bit of information under the who gives a shit category. It just wasn't any of my concern what my gold digger ex wife was getting herself into. And her piece of work daughter was just not my worry, either.
Whenever I was on a case, at the completion, I usually took a week, or two to relax and unwind. The more strenuous the case, the more time I took off.
After one particular case, that had quite a bit of stress, I just chilled out at my fairly new home. I had only been living in it for just over two months, and was still getting used to the new digs.
One very nice early Summer evening, I was enjoying my new lounge chairs, beside my lap pool. What Navy SEAL doesn't have a pool?
I was relaxing after doing fifty or so laps, when I get a call from an unidentified number. Usually, I don't answer those, but this time I did.
"Hello, Doug, this is Izzy."
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" I answered, very sarcastically.
"I thought you might want to know that my mom had a stroke, last night, and its very serious."
"And what do you want me to do about that?" I asked.
"I just wanted you to know. Sorry to bother you."
