Saturday Matinee - The Moroccan Key

It was just another day....not much business....but enough to keep the lights on....
Polly had gone home and I was just getting ready to head out to my rooms when the door swung open.....
What a looker.....redhead and green eyes....and legs that caught my attention right away.....
"Hello, are you Miles Archer? I need to hire a detective!"
"You can call me Miles, Baby....why don't you tell me all about it..."
"There's no need to go into all the little details is there Mr. Archer? I have a job for you...."
"Go on Baby.....and take your time...."
"I came here from Morocco with a man named Floyd Thursby....we had an agreement about something very important to me.....believe me I kept my end of the agreement.....over and over...that bastard made me...."
As the tears flowed I offered a box of tissues.....
"Okay Baby, so this Thursby....what's he got that you need so badly...so badly that you'll do...that....to get it?"
"A key Mr. Archer....he has a key that I desperately need....that key is the most important thing in the world to me and I have to get it back!!!"
More tears....more tissues....
"Alright Baby....I think I can help you....but I have to know....what's the key for....vault....safety deposit....bus depot locker....I have to know so I get the right one...."
"Have you ever heard of male chastity Mr. Archer.....I need the key to this!!!!"
When the skirt reached her waist I was surprised...when I looked closer I was shocked.....it was all ebony black and it covered the whole thing....and the lock looked pretty sturdy....
"Oh my god.....yes I'll take the case I get $50 a day plus expenses!"
"Fine....I'll pay whatever it takes!"
"I would too Baby!!!!"