No one under the age of fourteen has anysex in these stories A continuation of sprucing up my story threads on this site. Stories: 1. Parts1 thru 4 2. The case of the missing home.
3. The case of the square donuts 4. The case of the sensuous fueling attendant THE DICKSTER, P.I. Part One: A nonde looking man enters through a door that is barely hanging on its hinges and glances at the receptionist's desk in vain for a person to inquire of. Any person would do under the circumstances. No one was there. Didn't even look like the phone was working. He heard a voice from farther within, "Hey, if anyone is out there just come through the outer office and through the inner door and there you will find me." The guy shakes his head and proceeds in as directed to an inner office with a battered desk, one rusty looking file cabinet and not much else.
The guy sitting in the chair had obviously seen better days. And this wasn't one of them. But, he gathered himself up and addressed the rumpled person behind the desk, "Are you Mr.
Sterling? Richard Sterling, the Private Investigator?" "Yes, Mr…………ah, I didn't get your name." "And you won't either, it is already mine. Okay, sorry for the lame humor. I will choose to be anonymous for the time being." "That will make it difficult to do business. How would I bill you?" "Well, my name isn't Bill for one thing.
Sorry, I just can't help myself when I get an opening like that. But, I pay with cash, that is acceptable to you isn't it?" "Oh, I think that I can force myself to work with that. What amount do you wish to start with?" "Don't you want to know what the case is first?" "No, I am in it just for the money not out of curiosity!" "I think that that is known as humor retaliation, huh?" "Yes,………you could say that.
And do not under any circumstance retort, "I will."" Dick got a smile in return for that defensive move. "How about one thousand dollars in advance against your time and expenses?" "Works for me. I guess I will get to eat today, now. And call the delicious Candy back to work." The man passes this over and tells Dick, "I have a sheet of paper that has the salient facts of the situation.
This is to guarantee no misunderstandings about was said at this time. I will not repeat any of the details out loud at any time. And I expect you to keep the paper secure." "How will I be able to get ahold of you, if the need arises?" "You won't! You will have no contact with me until I come back again to your office.
And if you should run into me during your investigation you will not acknowledge knowing me, you understand?" "Yes, I get it." "How will I get more funds from you if I won't see you? You know that I put out a contract on unpaid bills, don't you?" "That is satisfactory, as far as I am concerned, because I do it myself for those who do not finish a project with me to my satisfaction!" "I guess you should also know that I have another P.I.
firm on tap to look after me if something should go wrong with me and I disappear. It is the Kinsey Milhone Agency." "Good one, I read detective novels too, sir. And by the way, where is your certificate that should be on the wall to show that you are licensed by the state and have the qualifications for this job?" "They are with my receptionist!" "I didn't see a receptionist!" "And you won't find any license or qualifications for me, either.
The state thinks that I am in Sales and Marketing as far as they are concerned. And since I pay all of the pertinent taxes and fees, so far they have shown that they could care less what I am doing." "Good enough for me!" "Okay, I will get right on this after lunch, which I can afford now, as soon as you pass over the funds." "Oh, by the way, do you have any undercover agents to work with you?" "No, I 'tup' all of the lady witnesses, myself!" "Good, as it should be.
And can I have your business card, so that I can keep your cell number?" So, Richard passed over a well-worn card reading, THE DICKSTER AT YOUR SERVICE, Local Private Investigations, email address and cell number. "Catchy title, there, Mr. Sterling!" "Well, they don't seem to forget it." "Not surprised." And with that the client left. Richard went downstairs immediately to get lunch at the national chain 'Sub' store on the street side of the building common to his office.
Their part of the building was definitely being taken better care of than his part. Perhaps, because they always paid their rent on time, he surmised. So, in about five minutes he got his eleven inch long 'foot long sub,' and returned to his office to consider the written facts on the paper that he stored securely on the seat of his chair.
'No one in their right mind would search there, would they?' he thought. He quickly between bites got the gist of the situation and decided to check out several people that were listed under the title: persons of interest.
'He really does read detective novels, Huh?' he said to himself. If he got to 'tup' a couple of the ladies, so much the better.
As he exited the front door of his office building, he noticed a striking young lady sitting on the bench waiting for the bus. She had nothing to do with the case, but not wanting to miss any opportunity, no matter how extremely unlikely it might be, he approached her and giving her one of his business cards remarked, "I noticed you sitting here and since young ladies are always in some risk of danger, here is my card just in case I might be of some slight service." She took the card, just because of the considerable nerve that it took for him to approach her with that kind of opening line.
And you never know, he might just be useful someday. She smiled and dismissed him with the turn of her head. Sterling got the point and moved on down the sidewalk to get his Lexus, parked in the NO PARKING ZONE. He regularly bribed the parking meter lady to ignore this regular offense, and she usually did. She was being nice today, so he got into it and settled in for a drive with his 1902 model.
At least it looked old enough to be one. As he was driving, he achingly remembered the last time that Fancy was in the car and gave him some road head. Lovely. She had, as he reminded himself, loosened her blouse so that her tits hung out and lifted her skirt so that her panty less ass was available to his pawing. She leaned over the center console with her titties bracing the shift lever, Lucky Guy, and took his member into her mouth with a generous outpouring of saliva.
They were in a hurry to get her to a bus going out of town, so she didn't waste any time. He drove with one eye, kept one eye on the breasts surrounding his shift lever (His car was an automatic, so the lever didn't have to be touch-ed&hellip.darn it.) and had his arm outreached to grope her sweaty pussy while she pounded his cock energetically. In less than three minutes, he shot his wad right up into her mouth.
She choked a bit because of the lack of warning, but got it down without drowning and then settled back into her own seat to ride out the rest of the passage.
She let him figure out for himself how to get himself cleaned off and reclothed. He managed at the next light, one of the longest in cycling in the state. His memory then recycled back to the present, with him still with a very sore hard-on to contend with.
Maybe his first interviewee might be able to cure that problem of his, he hoped. Mrs. Edith Blankenship, wife of Henry Blankenship: 40ish, Caucasian, homemaker, socialite, three children in late teens, attractive, gambler.
Richard approaches the front door of a mini mansion. Very nice and not pretentious. The usual white with very well cared for lawn and gardens. Since it is in the late afternoon, he rings the bell, and is quickly addressed by the main lady of the house in person. "What is your purpose in calling at my door?" she intones with a somewhat elevated nose and attitude.
He hands over his card, THE DICKSTER, Private investigations (he has a variety of them), and she looks up at him, "That is a rather curious card, sir!" "Yeah, I get that all the time.
But, people don't forget it, though." She now sizes him up before proceeding. He thinks it is a good thing that she can't see the current size of a certain appendage of his. Then he adds, "May we talk inside Madam? It is so gauche to talk of personal things in public." He knew that that would motivate her to move inside, if she was going to listen and talk with him at all. She stands thoughtful for a moment and then waves him in to sit in her ante room, conveniently located right by the front door entrance.
It is a small room with a love seat and coffee table. No room for anything else, but it has a nice view of the grounds. She rings a bell and asks what refreshment that he would like. He mentions a certain brand of root beer, which she just happens to have on hand, she having teenagers, you know. And she selects tea for herself.
When this is delivered she indicates to the maid that she is not needed for the rest of the day. And then when they had sampled their beverages, she turns to him, "Now what was it that you wanted to discuss with me," said with a slightly superior but expectant attitude in her pose and voice. "I have a very private matter under consideration and I would appreciate it if you would just answer a couple of general questions for me." "Well sir, I will listen to the questions and answer what I feel is appropriate, which is probably none." Richard braced up after this retort and proceeded, "Could you indicate where you and the Mr.
were last Thursday evening?" "No, I don't believe that I can." "Would you indicate what your husband was doing on the third Saturday of last month?" 'No, not that either!" "Well, I guess I am wasting both of our times, so I will excuse myself to travel to more productive venues.
Thank you for the root beer, Ma'am." And with that Richard moved to sit up, but…&hellip. "Oh my, there is the Mr., parking in the driveway. How will I ever explain a detective being here? He hates lawmen and P.I's to death. Sometimes I wonder if literally." So, she lifts up her sundress and lowers her panties while she leans over the arm of the love seat and tells Richard, "Fuck me sir, that is the only excuse that he might accept for you being here." Richard as he is lowering his pants to free the awakened beast, scans a still very pretty rear end and decides to take her ass, since it is conveniently available and she is not likely to argue at this point.
So, with a generous amount of saliva on her anal entry and his penis head, he plows right into her. She indicates some surprise at the port of entry, but gamely cooperates in his efforts. He is just to-tally entered into her, when the Mr.
enters the front door to the vista of his wife being properly plowed up the backside. "Oh Edith, I see that you are busy right now. I will go and get my afternoon scotch on the rocks and talk with you when you are finished. And sir, that is a magnificent weapon you have there, what I can see of it!" And he toddled off to get his drink. Richard proceeded on, though he sensed that Edith would like to just forget it all. He added a generous amount of energy to the process and soon he came very deeply into her, with her surprised climatic response.
After his withdrawal, she graciously used the cloth napkins to wipe clean the both of them, bid him adieu, but whispered to him, "Another time, sir." And then escorted him out the door. 'Well, I only solved one problem there this time, but with her invitation maybe more can be gathered the next time." PART TWO: Having dispensed with Edith and finding out nothingbut her availability for further fun, and her secret cell number, he decided to pack it in for the day and return to the office to busy himself with office matters that didn't need to be done and wouldn't be.
Evidently, Mr. Unknown had guessed at this eventuality and was so waiting for him at his desk. "Guess I will have to invest in a better lock for my office door," Richard mused out loud for M.U. to hear.
"Don't bother! It wouldn't help with the current condition of your office door anyway. And I can personally defeat any security system that you would ever be able to procure." Said with a nonthreatening smile. "I saw the first person on the list and found out nothing." "Aha, truth in reporting.
How refreshing! In response to that, I have a proposition to make. I want you to be my man. That is that my considerations will take precedence over any other case or other matter that comes to you. The expression, precedence, means putting me first F.Y.I." Richard groaned, but nodded at that obvious insult.
"And to show my appreciation for your efforts so far, I am going to invest in your business. I am providing you with a gift of ten thousand dollars to update this office to a professional appearance. It should at least look like a pro's digs. And also, that you can hire back that girl, Candy, as your receptionist.
I think that if you give her a chance that she might just become another asset to your business besides a proponent of the 'blowjob' and available pussy. She is actually quite bright. Just desperate to succeed with you, since at the present she has few other options." "There, call her right now and ask her to come in tomorrow and from now on so that she can anchor the office for my needs of communication, and to service you to keep at least some of your attentions on the job." So, Richard complied.
And she asked, "With the usual conditions?" And he replied with the affirmative. Not likely that that would hold her back. "To ensure her loyalty and continued presence here, make sure that you give her bonuses appropriate to what extras she gives to you, too! I will be aware if you don't. And I will make sure that you have enough funds to take care of my current plans for you and your business.
Like a twenty-five thousand dollar re-tainer to secure your interest in my concerns." "Also, using some of the money that I have provided, the gift, plus the retainer, you can draw two thousand a month on it whether you are called upon to do anything at all or not to start. That amount will rise as you show dependability." Richard cocked his head and looked askance at M.U. "Why am I getting all of this fairy dust, sir?
I am considered by some as a disreputable agent and a mediocre P.I. Why all of this largess that I haven't even earned yet?" "Because my dear man, every successful business man needs someone like you, a slum level dealer in their business that will do whatever needs to be done, when no one else will!" "Oh, I see. And I thought that it was due to some kind of respect or optimism about me." "Yes, that too.
You are exactly what I need, and so I am investing in you to become even more so. I don't think that you are going to lose in this matter (except maybe your freedom or life, he muttered under his breath.)" "What was that that you just said?" "Oh, nothing, don't bother with what is behind the curtain!" "You evidently go to movies too, huh?" Just a smile in return. "And finally, I want you to get a hold of your landlord and after forwarding to him the next three month's lease payments, demand that he comes and fixes up your office.
If he doesn't, I will buy the building for his late debts on it. And after he has or I do, repair this facility, I will have it decorated with taste to present a more professional look.
Also, with the new office furniture and equipment, I will have a desk planned here for me, too. To monitor your activities, not the sexual ones, and to have a business hideaway at my beck and call. You don't have any problem with that, do you?" "No, I don't think that I should. And I will now call the landlord." "Do it in the morning, after a fine meal tonight. Whatever else you provide yourself is up to you. I expect to see progress on the office right away.
Leave me a note on your seat with its innate security, if you run into any difficulties. I look forward to meeting the estimable Candy tomorrow morning, too." "Okay, to tomorrow." And with that they both withdrew to whatever awaited them for that evening and night.
The next morning Richard arrived at his office to the sounds of hammers, saws and workmen, as they were very busy reconditioning his office. They must have started at the break of dawn with the progress that they had already achieved. And he found his present furniture out in the hallway, evidently ready for the dump, with a number of very large containers presumably full of their re-placements.
After he gazed about for a few minutes, he saw Candy walk in and instructed her to go shopping at STAPLES or some other appropriate place to get the sup-plies that she would need for the job.
He handed a thousand dollars over to her and said to not worry about equipment, that he would take care of that. Candy, with stars in her eyes, immediately turned and left with her purpose and purse firmly in hand. Right after that, Mr. U. showed up. "Saw Candy on the way out, damn no wonder you are obsessed with her! Now, let's adjourn to the nearest discreet coffee shop to go over a couple of more things before the serious work begins." As the two of them settled in at the coffee shop, and their orders were passed on to the waitress named Stacy, they renewed their conversation in the most private corner of the shop.
"Looks like they will have the reconditioning done today, and I have arranged for the decorator to finish his work, including installing the new furnishings overnight. As soon as they finish, The GEEK SQUAD is coming in to install and tune up the very powerful electronic computing, communication and business storage system. We should be ready to start the real work then. And I will stay away for the first two hours tomorrow, so that you can christen the office in your own special way with Candy." "Thoughtful of you!" A broad smile in return to that.
"I know that you must feel that you have lost any control of your life, but after a brief period of adjustment, you will be mostly back in control of your affairs, (lots of luck on that, he thought.)" After a brief pause while they enjoyed their drinks and goodies, Mr. U. proceeded on, "Just a few things to cover now, until you go out and stir up the pot again." Richard's eyes arose at that statement, a mission statement it seemed to be.
"As you might have guessed, that will be you major job. To stir things up with targeted personages at my command. Any actual info that you procure will be a bonus. And I want a written coded statement of those facts on my desk waiting for me each day.
I have some assets that you will find out about. One of them is the Bash Brothers, two Neanderthal types who are very handy in the intimidation affairs of my business. They are also on call for personal rescues, too. You don't even have to let them know where you are, the blessings of GPS, you know.
Their number will be on speed dial for you along with mine, the office, Candy's personal one and others that you deem necessary. Candy can have the ones necessary including the Bash Brothers on her office answering system. Any others?" "Yes, some you might want, too.
There is Marcus, a local cabbie who is de-pend-able and discreet. And he has a lot of connections in the local escort and native-American communities. There is Marvin, an old fuddy-duddy who loves to ferret out the most well-hidden gems of info, that no one else can seem to obtain.
And several escorts, whom I 'ahem,' have met professionally that know an awful lot about what goes on in this city." "Yes, those commonly considered low grade assets can be very helpful. I don't want to know or hear about any of them again, just furnish me with any pertinent info that they obtain for us. " "Please call Candy and inform her to have the businesses deliver the sup-plies to the office later today, and have her take the rest of the day off with pay. And then you should go out to dinner with Candy or someone else, since you are going to be very, very busy starting after your office inauguration tomorrow for some time to come." "Yes, sir.
See you tomorrow, if you show up." Richard got a warm smile in return as Mr. U. left for parts unknown, that were named after him. The next morning, Richard arrived at the office to a scene out of a P.I's dreams. The office was gorgeous, the equipment was humming and the beautiful Candy was at her desk sorting out the new supplies, twenty minutes early just like before.
With that he reverted to his primary self, The Dickster and after seating himself in the office called Candy to come into his office, "Miss Candy, please join me in my office for a brief consultation." She refreshed her lipstick and brushed back her hair with her hands.
Then as she stood up she did her best to wave off any offending wrinkles in her very new duds and moved to the door to join Mr. D. in the inner office. She locked the inner door as she passed it, knowing what was to come, or in this case cum. "Yes, sir. I am here at your service as you requested." "Miss Candy, could you lower the mattress from the closet to the floor for us, please. I want to have you join me in the inauguration of our new office and renewed professional cooperation." "Yes, sir." And she did so, after which she removed her outer clothing and hung them on the provided hangers.
With her kneeling on the covered mattress, Dickster joined her there face to face, kneeling both together and in an assumed lordly voice intoned. "Let this office and the people who toil in it be in peace with each other and the world out-side. To gain this blessing, I take this young lady in passion right now, right here to seal the trust intended." This brought tears to her face in response.
He, still facing her gathered her into his arms and held her very tight for several moments. This had a very pronounced calming effect on her. He proceeded with the seduction of her in a very patient and gentle way. After all, he really did feel very strongly towards her.
He backed up and cupped her still bra covered breasts with his hands and began to massage them. As this proceeded, he bent forward and also began to kiss her very lightly to start.
She was already responding to his respectful assault on her person with cooperative reactions and caresses of him, too. He then guided her to her back and leaving her bra and cute panties on her, moved down to her erogenous zone and pushed the gusset aside and guided his tongue and lips to her love home. He moved on now rather quickly to licking and sucking of the love juices she was making available to him, and then centered on to her clit.
With this she simply melted into the mattress softness and he opening up his trousers, brought out his impressively abundant member and installed it into its intended home port.
She then responded with the product of her Kegel exercises and rhythmically massaged his dick with her internal muscles. This caused her to advance towards climax as well as him. And after five minutes of this, they both came profusely. All accomplished in the assigned fifteen minutes. And leaving them both with an afterglow that would last throughout the day, or at least till the next pussy adventure on his part. It took just a couple of minutes to restore order in the inner office and then both of them returned to their duties.
At this point Mr. U. appeared. He seemed to be proving to have considerable timing talents. As he settled in to his desk, "By the way, Edna, the rich lady who lost a daughter down town, and who is about to marry your Marcus, is to be treated very gently. She is a dear soul to all who know her. But, a visit to her is also in order, because it will help to get the word around that questions are being asked through multiple avenues of inquiry to keep my adversaries busy worrying about them, instead of interfering with my activities.
So, I suggest that you make her a priority today, because I have it on good authority that she is available at her home right now." "Yes, sir, I will get right on to it." "Okay, good to go!" So, with a blown kiss to Candy, which received a warm smile in return, The Dickster went on to the prowl. He had called Marcus and so was picked up at the corner for the ten mile trip to Edna's fine home.
One that he had never been invited to. After all, she was of the local largess enriched and intelligent and he was of the impoverished and slimy under-belly. But, he had one asset that might come into play, to even things out. When he arrived around the circle driveway and paid and tipped Marcus, far beyond his usual manner he told Marcus, "Don't wait and I will find my own way home. Thanks' buddy!" With a nod, Marcus drove off.
The Dickster would call another company to disguise how long he would be here to avoid any repercussions with Marcus, because he knew of the growing attractions between him and Edna. Everyone knew! He was immediately met at the door, and guided in by the maid, a pretty little soul with downturned eyes.
From what I had heard, you needed those in this home. He was offered a seat at a small greeting room with a wonderful view of the grounds, to await the lady of the manor, so to speak. He knew that he wasn't really here to gain any knowledge about the concerns of Mr. U. But, of course any that was gained would be gratefully accepted when forwarded to him. After that thought, she glided in with a stunning day gown of some kind of gossamer fabric which covered everything and immediately brought them all to mind.
Just as she intentioned, undeniably. She then took her seat in the grand manner of a very refined and self-composed lady. "Yes, Mr. Sterling, to what do I attribute the blessing of your visit this morning?" "You ladyship, I am here at the behest of a person who will remain name-less, on a matter of deep concern to him. It also, must stay unnamed, too. But, you might be in possession of some salient facts that might be of help to him.
To assuage your honor and concerns, no one's life or assets are in peril over what-ever you choose to share with me. (That got a raised eyebrow in effect.) What-ever you might share would just help avoid any unpleasantness, which you can imagine." "I am not sure of what I could share with you, but to discuss this, I think that we should take a walk around the grounds.
Would you like that?" At his ultimate smarminess', he replied, "I can't think of anything else I would like more at this moment." "Very well, let me get a light jacket and we can proceed." While doing so, she motioned to the maid and instructed her to busy herself in the front part of the house until she returned to the interior of the home. With a nodded and understood assent, she moved to the formal living area to busy herself. As they strolled about the grounds they came to a copse of trees that blocked them from view of the house or anywhere else, and Edna moved herself in relationship to The Dickster, to allow the sun to shine through her diaphanous clothing to highlight the special assets that she possessed underneath.
"See anything that you admire and desire, sir?" "Yes, I believe that I do." And with that he moved forward and took her into his arms.
She made no resistance at all. So, he turned her around and moved her to a nearby tree to lean on an especially stout low hanging parallel to the ground limb.
She knowingly lifted the back of the dress, and he ripped the gusset out of her silk panties, to reach her intimate assets.
She moaned as he used his hands to stimulate her sex zone, and especially when he came near to her anal entry point. "Only in the back port," she moaned softly enough for him to hear.
"Are you sure that that is possible, with my member?" "Oh yes, others have plowed that ground before. None as abundant as you, but we will work to make room, is it not true?" "Yes, we will." And he brought out his handy tube of thick lube and anointed her anus and his little head and proceeded to rub it around the offered target and eventually into her relaxing back port.
He slowly worked it up into her and then let it rest for a few moments to let her innards get acquainted with this magnum intruder. It took almost no time at all for her colon to align itself with his intended purpose and he without delay proceeded to pound her onto the branch and into her depths.
She was moaning and lowly shrieking and calling out to him, "Pound up into that hole, Mr. Make my body quake with lust. You will know when I am ready to accept your gift when my legs begin to give out, and then shoot the juice to me!" And so he did just so as instructed and perhaps too quickly her body caved down, and he shot his cum into her ass, and then they just held on to each other as they came down from the sexy high.
After they got their breaths back, she smiled and offered to him, "Well done, kind sir. And perhaps you will be invited to visit that zone again sometime. In the meantime, you can report back to your boss that you have accomplished your intended purpose here with perhaps another one of interest, too." "And now, I need to return to the house to prepare to meet Marcus to-night. I have big plans for that man." "Yes, he is a good guy, for sure!" They then took their time strolling back to the house, and Richard caught the Blue Cab to take him back to town.
When he arrived at the office, he made his coded report to Mr. U. and signed out for the day. Candy would leave at five thirty as usual and lock up. THE DICKSTER, PART 3 The next morning the real symmetry of the office began to become apparent. Both Richard and Candy arrived twenty minutes early, They spent a few minutes with her giving him his morning introductory blowjob, she repaired to her desk and then at a quarter after the hour, Mr.
U. would show up. And then the day's enterprises would start. This morning first up, besides you know what, he had to drive to meet with the Benson family in a tract home on the fringe of the city. This family was very well known, because of their son James who had been a local football star and now was a U.S.A.F. Major working on some kind of project that wasn't even allowed to be mentioned.
He had married a local girl, who was reportedly one of the brightest individuals in the world and a looker, too. Lucky guy. But, the conversation this morning had nothing to do with them. The purpose of the visit would become evident when he met with the mother of the house. When he arrived at just before noon on a weekday, Mrs. Benson acknowledged him and guided him into the living room to take up a place on the full sofa there, while she took her place in the old fashioned bent wood rocker facing the sofa.
"Mrs. Benson, I will cut to the quick for you and say that I was sent here in my capacity as a private investigator to inquire about certain matters with you. Here is my card," which showed: THE DICKSTER, Private Investigator. "That is a very strange card, Mr. Sterling." "Yes, I get the substance of that often, but no one forgets the card." 'Yes,……&hellip.I can understand that," said with a very slight squint to her eyes. "To put your mind at ease, my questions are not about any of your family, but a certain young man, known as Bad Bob.
Are you familiar with him?" "I don't really know him, but I do know some of him, since he was instrumental in breaking up a long term high school romance between Jimmie and Sue." "Yes, I heard of that. What about the situation with his death and that of the local girl, Sheila?" "That was a terrible event, and very hurtful to my son, James, because he had some kind of connection to the girl.
He was devastated over her loss for some time." "I understand that he doing well, now though." "That is what we understand from the official releases that we get from the Air Force. All we know for sure is that he is busy doing important work and is now married to a longtime high school friend named Frieda, but called Fred. We as his parents very much approve of her." "Yes, I have heard of her, too. A very commendable girl for sure." "But, back to Bob. Is there anything that you can add to the official account in the media?" No, I am sorry, I can't.
I know of nothing else about it." "Okay, sorry to have troubled you over these events." 'Not at all, it is okay." "Don't bother to get up, I can let myself out and will lock the door behind me. It was very nice meeting you Mrs. Benson. A blessing on this house and all that live here!" With that he took his leave and readied himself for the trip back down town.
On the way back home he thought of the Benson family. Just some of the nicest people he would ever meet. He knew that in his line of work that he often spent time with the slime of the city, in fact would by many be considered one of them, but he knew that he wasn't too far gone to recognize a quality person when he met one, and Mrs. B was obviously a very fine person, indeed. As he ate lunch he mulled over how things were going for himself. Not bad, not bad at all he surmised.
His business was thriving now and not just with the considerable issues of Mr. U. He was going to need to expand his personnel to handle some of the routine matters, while he took care of the more important ones. He didn't really want to bring in a new person for the present, at least to be involved in the more sensitive things, he needed someone that he already trusted …………&hellip.Candy, of course.
He needed to sound her out on this as soon as possible. Now he needed to concentrate on his upcoming meeting with the mayor. Mr. U. had already had one of his lawyers draw up papers seeking release of certain documents involved with the death of the previous mayor.
And Dick knew that he was really going to stir up the shit by this oral and legal request. Well, that was part of his job, wasn't it? But, he knew that he had to be much more careful how he proceeded in this endeavor. So, when he appeared before the receptionist at City Hall, he was not in the least surprised by being shuttled off to some minor official in the mayor's retinue instead of meeting with the mayor himself.
As he approached her office, that is cubicle, she motioned for him take a seat there facing her. She was the requisite beauty of course. What politician attaches to his retinue persons who were talented and intelligent unless they had a Brazilian behind and big tits? She reviewed the documents and then stated that she would forward them to the mayor for his approval.
He mentioned that his approval wasn't required, just their cooperation as the papers already included a judge's order for compliance. And it was a state judge's matter of authority, not a local one. He technically had no relief from a state order. Unless, of course, the state order was somehow lost. Then everyone locally could ignore it. And he guessed that that was what the young pretty thing before him was preparing to do under his Mayor's order.
"Miss, not to make any premature accusations, but if these papers should come up missing, first of all they are duplicates of the originals. Legal ones. And since this is a matter of the state court based on federal rules, if they do turn up missing, then the State Patrol will come into the matter and they will not be stopped by a recalcitrant receptionist, nor a mayor's well-meaning young aide.
So, if I was you, I would get on the 'horn' and let the mayor know that his little diversion is not going to work. And have him invite me up to his throne room to converse with the 'High Pu'baugh' himself." At this the young aide showed her extreme displeasure over the course that had been inflicted on her and the reflection on her personal honor that the mayor's course was producing, so she excused herself and moved for the moment to another cubicle across the room to call his highness, himself.
Whatever the mayor told her, she came back still troubled but offered to have the mayor meet with him at a place away from the office of the P.I's choosing. Dick is a lowlife investigator, but he is not terminally stupid, so he told the young lady, "I will procure a meeting place for us and direct the mayor to it in about an hour and a half. I will then give him thirty minutes to show up, and if he doesn't appear, I will have an appointment with John Lyncher, the local news-paper reporter with an already configured account of this series of actions by the mayor in time to get it into this evening's edition.
Do I make myself clear???" With real fear on her face, she replied, "Yes sir! I will notify him of this!" With that he got up to leave and signaled the Bash Brothers to meet him to escort him from the building. Good thing, too. Since the building's security department was on the way up to take him in hand. But, since the B.B.s were already in the building with Mr. U's anticipation of just this scenario, the security goons backed off in the face of real danger to them.
Having a trial due to their mauling later would not help them in the long run, they surmised. B.B.s would be just as happy terrorizing inmates in prison as ripping them limb from limb.
And since this state strongly avoids the death penalty in cases a lot more extreme than taking out a couple of 'fake cops,' they might live longer 'in house' than out free. Since, no one touched anyone, there was no provable actionable offense, so everything went smoothly on the egress from city hall.
An hour later, after conferring with Mr. U., Dick called the mayor's office and left instructions for him to appear in the hotel/motel neighborhood to receive specific instructions on where the meeting was to take place. And with his own security installed, including the B.B's, he took up residence in the ROCK-A-WAY INN to await his honor's presence.
At precisely the two hour time of appointment there was a knock on the hotel room's door and who would be there upon his opening of it? Miss Junior aide, that is who. And she was about to hand Dick some papers, when Dick with-drew his hand and ordered her out of the building. He had required the mayor to be present as he had indicated that he would be, Dick was not interested in any papers that the mayor sent instead.
And he told the aide that he had 'Staters' waiting in the parking lot, if the mayor had any intention of interfering with his leaving the premises. Her compatriots could argue this out of a state prison if they caused him any harm or interference with his legal obligations. She then sent a message on her cell, presumably to the mayor, received a return text which made her blanch and then nodded to the absent mayor on the other end and entered the hotel room.
She then with a tear in her eye, locked the door and turned about to remove her light outer coat to reveal a fake nurse's outfit. Just like one that you would purchase at a sex shop. She took on the manner of a nurse attending to an ailing guest and guided him to the bed. "You poor dear thing, it has come to the reception desk's attention that you are under some kind of physical distress here in the room. So, I as the resident nurse have been sent to attend to you.
Please, lay on the bed after removing your clothing so that I can check you out." Dick thought, 'what the hell, I might as well play along. It is all being re-corded anyway.' So, he moved nude up on to the bed and the 'nurse' resumed her deliberations with him, "Now please be still while I check your blood pressure and heart beat." Well, the heart beat was undoubtedly rising since she was playing with my dick as she played at checking my pulse and blood pressure.
Then she instructed me to turn over so that she could take my basal temperature, with a suspiciously large thermometer up my butt. But, with a generous daub of lube, it went in just fine. A saw a little smile on her part at that. Then she said that I obviously needed a bath and so she guided me into the bathroom and seated me on the toilet. While the bath water was running, she installed her lovely lips around the head of my dick to keep it warm, I guessed.
It was working, too. Then she guided me into the tub after verifying that it had the proper temperature, then followed her washing of my body with a warmed wash cloth. As much fun as I have ever had that didn't include actual sex.
And after that she buffed me down with one of the provided bath towels and again guided me, this time back to the bed. She then maneuvered me onto my back, and again addressed my member with her lovely mouth. The member came to attention rather rapidly with her anima-ted attentions.
Then she pulled her scanty panties aside and lifted herself up over me and me into her. As soon as she had adapted to the unusually large intruder, she began a very sexy flexing forward and backward above me with a slight lively bounce added to it.
She was showing a considerable amount of enthusiasm over this and surprised herself with a pronounced climax, dumping an amount of her girl cum right on to my tummy. When her eyes recentered themselves, she again began her sexy motions to evidently bring me, too.
And after about another ten minutes, voila, she succeeded with the caveat that she again came herself. With that she slumped down on me like a rag doll and covered my pedestrian body with her gorgeous one, and as a final touch, she lowered her face to rest upon my shoulder with light moanings and sighs. After several very comfy minutes, she got up to rearrange herself and to face off with me again.
"You know that I can produce evidence of rape now and you would lose your license to practice, in addition to any other legal penalties that might come your way." "I don't think so, young lady.
Since this whole scenario is being recorded including your false rape assertion that you just announced. And since it will be established that you have done this at the behest of the mayor, he can be recalled over this besides whatever other legal penalties that he might incur. I suggest that the papers that I have requested be on my desk by ten tomorrow morning with no other delays, or this whole mess will be in the papers tomorrow. And for your information, this whole scene was transmitted to a distant storage with instructions to forward it to the State Patrol, if anything untoward happens to me." With that forwarded to the proper authorities, I made my exit from the premises with no interference.
The 'Staters' on patrol in the parking lot waved as I went by. And I sent four dozen fresh donuts to their local station house as soon as I got back to the office. In the morning, I had the usual fine services of Candy and then read the paper as I awaited the requested papers from the mayor.
Inside there was a very small article with no title, but the following account. "This reporter had found out from unnamed sources that XXXX YYYYYY, a local beauty queen has resigned from the current Mayor's staff and will be restarting her educational process looking to move on from her Political Sciences Degree to another of more immediate attention of hers. We wish her well on her endeavors." And right on time a very sober faced individual produced the requested documents on my desk and accepted my signed receipt of them.
Since it was all videotaped, I didn't even check up on them at that point. And when Mr. U. re-ported to the office later than usual, after seeing the stack of papers, he remark-ed, "You are becoming a real P.I. right before my eyes!" THE DICKSTER, Part Four: Mr. U. left soon after his verbal pat on the back to Richard, to his other activities, also reflecting his name. Just when I was about to do something useful, a very sharp looking dark suit appeared at my inner office's door with a fine looking fellow inside of it.
I beckoned him in and directed him to the very comfortable chair in front of my desk, but he avoided that and then in his most authoritive sounding official voice declared, "I am Hiram Mason from the State Attorney's office sent to retrieve the papers that you have on the desk, in the name of the State." "Very interesting assertion, sir.
But, these are my papers which I obtained with a state judge's order. They are not yours. They are the personal property of this business. Now as to my sharing them with you, that we may discuss." A slight smile betrayed itself on the man's face and he then took the seat in front of me since his initial foray into authoritive intimidation didn't work.
He had been warned of that possibility before he was sent out. And so now he was pre-pared to negotiate for what he wanted. "What do we have to discuss?" "First of all, is it important to have the actual papers here, or the information that they contain?" "The information is more important." "Good, see we can work something out.
Now if you will move over to the computer console and open it up with the password taped to the front, you might then send a message to your boss, that I will immediately surrender copies of these papers, if you will supply me with a statement excusing me from any repercussions for doing so. Including the possibility of trying to tie me into whatever offenses that they or any related investigations of yours reveal." Then Dick, waited upon the young man's decision.
Finally, when he realized that no bluff was going to work here, he did as he was invited to. And in ten minutes he received by fax a copy of an obviously previously prepared statement for my examination. I didn't even bother to read it, but forwarded it to my on-call legal team, who fifteen minutes after that sent me back a revised version of their approval.
In the meantime while we were waiting upon my legal team, I called down to the new Starbucks in the building and ordered a Caramel Frappuccino for each of us. He admitted that he had never tried one of these before, but was an instant convert to them right there. With the return of the revised edition from my legal team in his hands, he faxed it back to his boss the State Attorney General, himself, and in very quick order got a signed copy back, which he co-signed and then to which I added my signature.
Made a copy of it for him and then ran all of my papers for copies for him. Added a statement that I guaranteed to supply any further information as to that investigation that we might gather also. He displayed his first genuine smile, took the binder with the papers in hand and swiftly went about his business of delivering it to his boss. Afterward, he cued Candy into his desiring her presence in his office immediately.
When she arrived, she inquired, "Again???" Richard smiled and replied, "No, not this time, I have another matter to discuss with you." So she calmly took her seat in the very comfortable chair to await his pleasure.
"Candy, I am coming to a situation with the business of needing an assistant to help take care of the active business needs. Someone to deliver easy summons, do a little surreptitious observations and 'the such.' I was wondering if you might be interested. It will have an initial small increase in pay, which will grow as your qualifications grow with regular advancements in title as you earn them. And before you ask, you will no longer be required to take care of me in the new mornings, but will have to spend Saturday nights with me, if you catch the drift." "Well, Mr.
Sterling, I had no idea that you thought so highly of me as to make an offer like this. If this works out, then I would be able to cease my other professional activities and center my attentions on you permanently. Yes, I am very interested." "I should mention that part of your duties will be to study along with me thru a professional correspondence course in Private Investigation.
We will do it together to help each other and also so that I can have a matching diploma to yours to hang on my wall.
Who knows we might actually learn some things that will be helpful to us, too." "This is all very exciting, Mr. Sterling." "The plan is for you to join me each weekday evening for at least two hours of study.
The lessons will be mailed in. And the tests proctored at the local Com-munity College. Saturdays will be our social and intimate evening and night, and Sundays will be your day to do as you please. Also, I am going to rely on you to search for and qualify your replacement as the receptionist. You will be training her, too. Choose wisely, as this will reflect on your rate of advancement. Remember the early morning duty, also." "I will get right on that now, sir.
I will call in an advertisement for the newspaper as soon as you release me back to my duties." "I will be affording you a small work station in my office at first, but if everything works out, I will be coopting the next door office to become yours with it prepared for my favorite associate." With that she exploded out of her chair, raced around his desk and leaped into his lap.
She then proceeded to weld her lips to his and mold her body to his body in as complete a hug and kiss as is imaginable. Then with tears in her eyes, she moved to address the several tasks that he had assigned her.
As she was about to leave his office he yelled out, "Tonight at my house, the lessons are already on hand. And ………you are welcome!!!" She then waved over her shoulder as she finally exited his office. That night, their first of studying together, they ordered pizza in and studied intensely for a solid two hours.
He found that she was very bright and had an even better memory than him, and his was very good. After the studying came the sex.
And it was crazy good. Her eyes were lit up like she was on a double dose of 'C', but not so, it was just the total excitement of seeing her life moving forward. Afterwards, she stayed the night with their bodies intertwined, neither of them moving an inch. After their morning showers, apart to save time. Heheheheh. They left for work. And when they arrived at the usual time, she insisted on preforming her morning ritual for one of the last times. When she got to the desk, she found that she had already received a number of phone calls and emails.
So, she checked through the emails first. One of them caught her eye, it had a picture of a young looking woman in a bikini, with a very determined expression on her face. So, she returned the email and invited her to come in and audition for the job. The girl said that she would be in within the hour. She arrived in a manner of dress that revealed a serious attempt to look professional. Missed the mark in a number of areas, though. Like the slits in the sides of the skirt, with no underwear evident.
Oh, well, Candy mused that she could take the girl shopping and lend her some money to have three sound outfits ready for her to wear to work. When Felicity filled out her job application, Candy noticed that her age was sixteen.
Candy accepted the application and then put her through a number of office tasks. And she passed with flying colors. Great keyboarding skills, a fine conversational voice and a very good memory. So, she told Felicity that she would run it by the boss that night and let her know the next day. Felicity left so obviously excited that it was a wonder that she didn't have an accident in her panties on the way out. That night after their studies and the preparing to send in another lesson, they reviewed the application and discussed the matter of her age.
Richard wondered if it was even legal for her to work instead of attend school. Candy was familiar with this and said that since she was sixteen it was permissible. Richard added that then she would be required as part of her job to keep up with her high school studies and report to the school on Saturdays to review her progress and turn in any required work to continue towards her high school diploma. He also asked Candy to make an appointment to discuss this situation with her H.S.
counselor so that things could be coordinated between his business and her school. Also, verification that she was keeping up on her studies would be passed on by weekend text messages to the office. Both ways. The next morning after the daily intimate benediction, Felicity showed up and was guided into his office.
He looked up and waved at her to take a seat. She was so small that she almost disappeared into it. As she peeked over the desk, he asked her about a number of things and passed on to her that she would have to continue to pursue her H.S. degree to remain employed with them. And that he would check up on her to make sure that she was following thru. She took all of this quite well. He then asked her to report back to Candy for some further important in-formation about the job. When she did, Candy took her into the ladies' room and inside one of the stalls informed her about the benediction tradition here.
Felicity at first read this as some kind of religious observance, but with prompting eventually got the real point.
She brightened up and said, "No problem, I can do that." With that she was invited back into the office to demonstrate. Candy closed and secured the door behind her and Felicity moved right forward to Richard as he was turned sideways with his chair. She bent down and settled herself on her knees and then proceeded to open Richard's trousers and gently fish out his rising member.
She took a quick look at it and after the initial amazement at its size, she proceeded with her prospective duty. She used some lotion sitting on Richard's desk to start the process of stroking him. When his rising was accomplished, she moved her lips over to its head and slowly and deliberately guided him into her mouth's interior to be greeted by her very active tongue.
This got his attention, and he added his pre cum to the proceedings to her delight. With this she added a pronounced sucking action on the out strokes and the race was on, he didn't even get to announce his pending eruption, because it happened too quickly. But, she was ready to accept his gift and gratefully accepted it right down into her tummy.
Then she used her tongue to wipe the area clean, rose up to give him a great big kiss and then left the office to report to Candy again. Candy got the text, "Hired." That afternoon, he reported to the school and the head guidance counselor. She looked very interested. In him. After all, after being around all of these pheromone driven young men each day that she can't even touch, it must have been exciting to her to during her workday to actually meet an adult who was decent looking and evidently available.
They first got down to the discussion of Felicity. The counselor advised him that she was a top student, but so disruptive because of her advanced sexual status that she couldn't be at the school. So, in fact the school was delighted with the program that Richard had outlined to her. It would guarantee that the girl would graduate on time and that a whole school of testosterone driven boys wouldn't be walking around with continual hardons. During this whole discussion, the counselor was seemingly unaware that she was twiddling with her nipples through her blouse, and with her chair turned towards him, showing off her bright red panties.
At least it could be inferred that that was what was going on. But, Richard knew better. She was definitely offering herself to him in no uncertain words, but carefully with the sanctions of the educational system in mind. He decided to test this theory out.
After all schools are where you propose and test out theories, aren't they? He stood up like he was about to leave, and with considerable disappointment in her eyes, she joined him to guide him out of her office, when jointly his shoulder jostled her bosom and one of his hands glided over her covered pussy.
With a knowing smile, she moved over to close and lock the door and then sat down in her chair to accept his attentions to her pussy, now uncovered. He moved his face right up to the welcoming cleft with no diversions or delay. They would have a very limited time for this. So, his tongue split the outer pussy lips to gain entrance to the inner two and thereafter her clit and love hole. With his spittle lubricating the area, he used his tongue and nose to very aptly offer his affections to her.
Her offering of her girl cum demonstrated her acceptance of his offer. She then arose and with lowered panties, offered up her love hole to his penetration with her leaning over her desk. `His now enlarged member sought out and then dove into the offered sanctum of her vagina.
When it penetrated to the far reaches of her vault, just below her cervix, she let out a number of sighs and he proceeded to pound her solidly to her climax and his emptying of his love gelatin. She squirmed in appreciation for his gift and then they hurried to reassume professional appearances in preparation of his leaving of the office. He then exited.
When he got back to the office, he notified the two girls that everything was arranged and that Felicity would start actual work the next day. Not wanting to lose an opportunity, the two girls busied themselves in Felicity's training for the rest of the present day. After that they all left for the day and the two adult students worked even longer into the night.
When Candy's mother inquired the next evening when she came home from studying as where she was the previous night, Candy answered, "Night School." The next day, Felicity showed up real early and had to wait until Candy and Richard arrived. Then she busied herself getting ready for Richard. When the time came she entered his office and locked the door behind her.
She moved up to take his cock under her care as before, but when it was arisen, instead of installing it into her mouth, she moved up on his lap to his surprise and placed his face between her exposed titties, while she pulled his dick up and into her pussy hole. With her amazing sexiness and energy, she had him spraying up into her vault in no time at all.
While they were coming down, he asked her, "Are you on something to prevent pregnancy?" "No, not at all." "What about you having a baby, then?" "No problem, I have an aunty who wants one. She can't conceive. And if she balks, I will just raise it myself!" Okay, as long as you don't come back on me over it." "Not likely, I like this job and will do anything to keep it." "I will take that under advisement." The middle of the next week, all hell broke out in Big City.
There was a tremendous expose in the local paper about a criminal cabal in the city hall with the mayor the center of it. The murder of the previous mayor, who had been involved also, and the murder of Jazzmine the daughter of a prominent local family were all solved by information gained. The FBI and State authorities were involved in the investigation with the very able help of a local Private Investigation office.
And they named Richard's business with its new name, BAY CITY INVESTIGATIONS, LLC. The State Attorney's office notified him of a planned visit by one of their representatives for that afternoon. When he arrived it was the same agent as before. And when he came in he immediately shook Richard's hand and congratulated him for his part in taking down the local political/criminal syndicate. And in token thereof, he presented Richard with a framed statement from the Attorney General's office attesting to that contribution on his part.
Along with that, he presented the P.I's office with a sizeable check from the 'Crime Fighter's Fund.' And finally they informed Richard, that his office was the 'Preferred Provider' for the State in matters of private investigation for Big City and the surrounding county, and that the state was going to from that time on keep a sizeable retainer on hand with his business with the company's right to make deductions each month whether they did any work for State or not.
Richard was grinning like a Cheshire cat and reeling from all of this largess coming his way. But, he sucked it up and put on a professional show for the press and the State's agent. Lots of pictures taken, several still hanging on the office wall till today. With all of this new business, he decided on another agent to work with them, moving Candy to Chief Agent-In-Charge. And keeping himself as an associate agent and Office Manager. They also got in contact with the little girl that had acted as the pretend nurse, but left the cabal before she was swallowed up into it and offered her a position with the company.
She replied that she was interested and would get back to them, when she finished her MBA at the end of the year. Felicity had by this time graduated from high school with honors and was pursuing advancement of her education both at community college and with the P.I's correspondence course. About that time Mr. U disappeared from the vicinity, leaving a very sizeable balance in his retainer. He left a note authorizing yearly withdrawals, whether their services were used or not and every five years the business got a check with a note, "Just In Case.
Never knew for sure who he was, but they suspected! Four months after they began, they graduated from the correspondence course, with honors. It was supposed to take them a full year, but their working together on it helped them a lot. Every agent from that time forward had to take and pass the course, no matter what their level of education was. And Richard remarked that they actually learned a lot from the course, especially in the art of questioning and the business of investigations.
After the MBA girl came on board, the running of the business part was soon passed over to her. And Richard retired to raise, educate and play with the three children that he produced on his lovely wife, Candy.
Dick was not sure whether the morning ritual continued with the lady bosses, but the ladies always seemed to be smiling when he visited the office so he had his suspicions. 22222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222 THE DICKSTER FILES: Case of the Missing House Rich (Richard Sterling of the Mt.
Beaver Detective Agency, ret.) was driving the Agency's 'strike vehicle' a 2003 Dark gray Suburban, with darkened windows, a revolving license plate and all of the action toys you could think of hidden within, with fingerprint access buttons. It was used only in special operations and was recognized as a Law Enforcement vehicle, since it was used not only by the agency, but also the Bash Brothers and L.E. themselves, because they could not justify having such a vehicle all the time themselves.
Rich was officially retired, but kept his P.I. license active. He had turned the active management of his agency over to his current hot-as-hell wife and had been very busy making babies on her and caring for them while she 'slaved away (her words) at the Agency.
She had very much enjoyed giving Rich their current family and was still actively blessing it and him with the kind of activities that would increase it. 'Better to keep the old beloved creep busy, she reasoned.' And the truth was that child care seemed to be one of the few things that he was really good at.
But, for this day, he had borrowed Opal, the young lover of his friend Marty Jensen to watch over his brood for the day, and to have them play with her and Marty's brood, too.
As he worked his way across town and into the outskirts to check up on some thing that had been brought to his attention by a hysterical longtime friend. Moses, the friend, had went to see his buddy Nick, known as the Car Fixer around town because of his uncanny ability to identify and repair odd problems with vehicles which was accomplished in his very private workshop on the outskirts of town. Nick's lot was carved right out of the surrounding scrub forest mostly made up of second growth cedars, alders and firs.
His lot was about an acre in area and was accessed through a wide driveway that leads right up to his working shop's dual high rise doors. Then the drive circles around to the back to where Nick and Sara's house was, or in this case really 'was' if you could believe Moses's hysterical account.
Gone, with just an empty set of foundations and no house and no sign of a fire, either. How that could be accomplished just boggles the mind, you know. A puzzle worthy of the legendary detective, himself. But, Sherlock not being available these days, these kinds of cases fall to current practitioners, instead. And Rich, being an avid fan of Columbo, as played by Peter Falk, had in retirement reversed to being THE DICKSTER, because it was very useful and a hell of lot of fun, too!
As the DICKSTER, he could indulge in his two favorite hobbies, solving crimes and mysteries: and of course 'dicking' females, which was usually totally excused because of his portrayed innocent idiot at large persona. But make no mistake about it, Rich was canny about his cases, after all he was a graduate of the Sterling Correspondence School of Detective Work. He had the graduate certificate still hanging in his old office, right next to the one for Candy, his equally canny wife and current manager.
As Rich arrived at the feeder country road to the local highway, he closely looked for the lane that Nick and just a few others lived on. The lane was unusually wide for a private country road, but it was known that a logging truck driver lived at the end and benefitted from the wide road for his large truck's entrance and egress to his property.
And Nick's business benefitted from it too, because he also worked on the big rigs in his shop, even though it was a real bitch getting them around the circle drive or backing them up out, even without their trailers attached, which were left along the roadside off of the lane. Nick knew all of this even before arrival and a background check, because Nick was the only person in the valley that he would allow near his beloved 'sub' with a wrench.
And a lot of other locals felt the same about their vehicles. And Nick carried credit too, for the economically distressed. This was very important for on-the-fringe truck drivers because the monies came in in bunches but not with regularity.
And this was a minor cause of irritation between Nick and his common law wife, Big Sara. But, Nick almost always got his money, because these guys would want his very reasonably priced services again, and he did have a firm policy, no additional on-credit work, while a credit balance is still on the books. Very effective enforcement, only rarely augmented by a use of the Bash Brothers.
This all was no real problem to Nick and Sara at the modest level of life that they lived. They, mostly just enjoyed their lot in life with each other. Sara had cut Nick out of the herd when he was about to graduate from High School, with a certificate and extremely high grades for automotive classes and the shop courses to support it. Very average in everything else, but Sara, ten years older than him, saw potential in this scruffy young man and threw her two hundred pound body in his way and fucked him into marital submission of the common law kind.
He must be enjoying it, because of the five children that they made and the fact that she was hands down the finest home cook in the county. She also had financed his entry into the car repair business with a fund of money that she had saved over the years to attract a viable man to herself. Their kids were now in their mid-teens and young adulthood. Two wonderfully pretty girls and three Goth guys who would have made a favorable impression in any of the kid killing flicks that seem to be so popular these days.
But, with 'uncle' Rich, they were very affectionate. They got such a kick out of his 'Dickster' mode and saw right through it, like kids do with a lot of the pretenses of adults.
Rich, upon arriving, drove around the circle drive to get the same look that had so squirrelled Moses' heart and mind. And as he ducked behind the shop, got the very same impression that Moses had passed on. Something was amiss here and some kind of skullduggery was surely involved. No sign of Nick or any of his family, the shop turned out to be locked up and through the lone window seemed to be in proper order, too.
With a house mysteriously missing, and a foul smell now becoming evident from the shop, Rich decided to bring in the Sheriff's Department for a 'Wellness Check.' They were also on a very cooperative arrangement with Rich and his agency, because they too had benefitted several times from Rich's sharing of his intelligence, and 'sub.' The only codicil to this was, that it had to be a case that he was actively working, preferably before they were called in, and that he shared any pertinent information that he gained with them.
No one was stupid enough to think that he would tell them everything, but he did make sure that they got everything that they needed to nail the perpetrators.
The Deputy showed up very quickly and then they forced their way into the shop. With both of them having on plastic covers to their shoes, they carefully entered so as not to needlessly disturb any evidence left behind, if there was an actual crime scene here, and not just a wandering deer that had died and rotted while the family was gone on some kind of vacation and had taken their house with them.
Death Head's humor is common among those who toil in the dark corners of society. And sadly, when they carefully peeped to in front of the car in the shop with its hood up, they could see five bodies. Later found that none of them were the two daughters, ages sixteen and twenty.
First stupid mistake by the perpetrators, a clue and a link to them. Rich and the Deputy Wilson, looked each other in the eyes, with profound sadness and then backed out as carefully as they could to call in the CSI squad from Big City and the 'meat wagons' from the coroner's office.
While they awaited this, The Deputy being very cognizant of Rich's manner and abilities advised him to send him trans of any conversations that he had on this case. And with arched eyebrows advised, 'nothing else!' Rich nodded to him and left to his further tasks, starting with the home right across the lane from Nick and Sara's. He pulled right up to the dowdy house and crossed the unmown lawn, that because it was still early in the spring was only knee high and found the overgrown walkway right up to the house.
When he reached up to knock on the door, it flew open before his knuckles landed once. He knew then the L.I.N. was in full operation her on Meadow Lane. Local Informational Network that is. You see many of these country lanes are gateways to drugs, moonshine, marijuana and prostitution and are very sensitive as to strangers entering their domain.
So, if someone not living on the lane enters, the phone goes off in each of the other homes on it. Not answered, but acknowledged, none the less. As he entered the house he noticed a name plate on the door with the name, Meredith, on it. No indication of the sex of the holder, nor even if it was a current inhabitant. And in the window was a decal that was pretty new that said, The Navy Lands Here. So, this was probably a Navy wife, or lover trying to make ends meet with his monthly sharing's and stranger dicks, while he was busy on a ship dodging crazed Iranian boatmen, Rich guessed.
But, she accepting the inevitable welcomed him in and marched him to the dinner table, which might be the cleanest spot in the house from what he could see. No children in view, but they might be in school if they could be bothered by such things. She, in her ragged housewife's dress, moved to the stove to fetch a pot of coffee to share with him, while she endeavored to duck any questions that he might come up with to accompany the fake looking badge that he had waved in her face upon entry.
The coffee was great and the view through the dress was even better. She noticed that he noticed. Rich sampled the coffee and gave a polite finger up rating of it. And then before he could introduce his first searching question, she had moved around the table to take a place on his lap.
She leaned in and began an aggressive manner of kissing, which soon moved to tongue play. While she was engaged in this, he moved his free had to her breasts over her dress, his other was working its way up her leg. She acknowledged this with a warm smile and did absolutely nothing to hinder either in their intimate progress with her.
Soon her bodice opened up and his hand moved in to work on her exposed breasts. As she was about twenty five in age, it was still very firm, despite her obvious status as a mother. Turned out later that none of the current brood was hers, but that she had one brewing in her womb at the time.
The hot as hell kissing continued and his lower hand had progressed up to her pussy that was bare and wet to his touch. This was all the message that he needed and so his manner became much more aggressive. She seemed to enjoy this.
Then as he was loving this wanton woman up, he saw a shadow come behind him into view. It was a younger woman, perhaps sixteen and very tall with a smiling face even at the errant scene she was meeting up with. Perhaps, a fellow whore or maybe a 'step-daughter' fellow whore. Upon her coming into view, Meredith (her real name) advised her to get busy with Rich, too. Since, she was not helping with the housework at the present time. So, Mindy, the six foot tall spindly and cute girl got on to her knees and freed Rich's sizable cock and planted it right up into her mouth.
Knew what to do with it, too. After a few minutes of Mindy's attentions, the 'monster' was at full sail and ready for launching. So, Mindy helped Meredith up and over and then on to its upward head. She then settled down on it to let lust and gravity progress it to full invasion. While this was going on, Mindy moved up to take over the kissing activities and allowed Rich to maul her titties, now.
When Meredith got to full enclosure with Rich's monster dick, Mindy showed her surprise and satisfaction with a slobbery kiss to Meredith. Then the fun began and after about fifteen minutes, Meredith either came very profusely or faked it very well.
With this accomplished, or not, attentions then turned to Mindy, and she eyed Rich's still elevated cock with a measuring eye, to see where she might fit it, also. She decided that despite its length and girth in bonus quantities that it would fit up her ass and so Meredith helped her to lube up and then guided her down on the same cock that she had just worn, to be totally entered up into her lower G.I. Meredith surmised. Then both Rich and Meredith using their hands, worked Mindy up and down the magnificent pole to all of their delights.
Soon enough, both Mindy and Rich came, with Meredith taking care of the overflow into her wide smiling mouth. After all of that, Meredith helped Mindy work her leg up over Rich's chest and head, so that she could ride in his lap with her mini-tits spread over his chest and her body laying up to him.
Her face was laying on his shoulder and her ass was still occupied by his cock. At this, Meredith rose up and refreshed his coffee for him. It was still very good and still warm, too. Now with the preliminary fun out of the way, but still with the skinny girl still mounted up to him, he looked over her shoulder to begin the questions of his trade.
"Meredith, I have just a few questions for you and then I will reluctantly have to go on my way. I might take the girl with me or at least get a promise of a return visit, though. A little contribution for your living expenses, too. If I get some truthful and helpful answers." [Good Luck with that, though one of the things that the P.I.
course had really helped on was the interrogation lesson plan.] "Do you know Nick and Sara from across the street?" "Only as private neighbors, we were never seen socially." "Even though, you each have a lot of privacy in your homes, have you seen anything lately different in the neighborhood?" "Only thing that I have noticed is the presence of more motor cycles than I have ever seen around here over the last three months." "What kind of people riding them?" "The scruffy and leather jacketed type, with some kind of gang affiliation that I couldn't read." Probably didn't want to let out this info, because of possible repercussions, Rich surmised.
Though it might be that she really didn't know. Perhaps, this identity could be picked up on a security camera somewhere in the neighborhood. But, probably not on this street. "Any changes in the household that you noticed?" "Well, the older girl, who had always presented herself in a very innocent and well behaved way, began to dress in a more Goth type manner and was becoming very rude in her manner." While Mandy was moving about on Rich, probably to get his attentions and to forestall Meredith from revealing any move info on sometimes dangerous neighbors, Rich asked if there was anything else that she had noticed that would be unusual recently.
And she said that she couldn't think of any. With that, she mentioned that she needed to take a shower that he was welcome to come back with any further questions that he had, Rich knew that a contribution would be in order then and Mindy emphasized the necessity of another visit by working her still installed ass over his dick with another fine ride off into fucking heaven.
After that he reluctantly gathered himself up to leave with Mindy's kisses leading him out. When he got out to the 'sub, he immediately spoke into the recording system to have a printed copy of the interview and sent a copy to the fax number on the card supplied by the deputy. If the deputy wanted to find out any of the other two good reasons to interview these women, he would have to find out about that himself. And probably would, too.
Since he was very tired with his official duties, not to mention the unofficial ones (he wondered if Doyle had forgot to mention like occurrences for Sherlock,) he went to have lunch and rest up for the next interview on the Lane.
He also called in to see about his kids, and Opal said that they were fine and down for a nap then. Also to not rush home, unless he had other plans for her. 'Hehehehe' That was a direct quote form her, too. After a few minutes he got a fax back, with the info that the family members found had all been shot, Nick four times.
Evidently a handgun, and by the manner of use either a former military man, L.E. type or other Pro. Certainly not an amateur, it appeared. And a thanks for the integrations report. All of these reports to be destroyed, after the facts were gained.
To not leave a paper trail to warm the hearts of defense lawyers in the future. And to supply the principals with the ability to practice plausible deniability if pressed by them. That afternoon, I moved on to interview one of the three other families that lives on Meadow Lane to try and ferret out any more helpful clues. My dick was now rested, also. When I checked my fax machine, I found a notice from Deputy Wilson, that they were already working on the security camera angle, looking for suspect vehicles or motorcycles in the area.
So, I read and burned the message and cleared my computer memory of any mention that I had ever gotten it. I then very carefully drove my SWAT SQUAD looking vehicle up to the next house on the same side of the street as Nick's only about a quarter mile up the road.
I was allowed to enter with no shotgun volleys at all. I appreciated that, since it is hard on the paint, you know.
Evidently they didn't know that I was alone in the vehicle or they might not have been so welcoming (in a relative sense, you know.) I walked up to the door of a very well kept midsized home, with no large dogs in view and twin stickers on the door. 'YOU ARE NOT WELCOME' one said and 'MY GUNS ARE READY TWENTY-FOUR HOURS A DAY' said the other. They might have had one about the dogs, which I strongly suspected, but evidently wanted that to be a 'pleasant' surprise for any interloper to find out about.
Everyone who counted in the county knew that this family was M.J. growers, but nobody did anything about it since they were first cousins to the mayor, whoever he or she might be, and no matter of what race or ethnic background they came from, also. But, they paid their legal taxes, and didn't allow any violence on their property except for the occasional stupid gang member that tried to horn in on their operation.
There was a well-filled private cemetery for them out back under the trees. And even the Bash Brothers would use it once in a while. It was suspected that Tyrone the pimp had a place out there, but since there were no gravestones, nobody knew for sure. With me wondering what the relatively peacefulness of their property was about, I knocked very softly on the door. And a tall stringy, but pretty young woman came to the door.
She could have been a twin of Meredith's in-home partner by her looks and later was identified as such. Evidently a popular model in the neighborhood, and later a third was confirmed, too. She with a very wide smile invited me in and guided me to the kitchen table to palaver with whoever showed up. In the meantime she got me a cup of hot coffee, again very good and took her place on my lap during my wait. I guessed the L.I.N. had worked for this, too. She didn't waste any time and quickly worked up my dick into her pussy, for her excursion of the intimate kind.
It felt just as good as her twin's ass, and with a minimum of bouncing ad flexing, I came into her, too. And then she reversed herself with her head down between my legs and her pussy up to my mouth for me to finish her off.
She actively cooperated with my oral pussy assault and soon came and emptied her and my cum right into my mouth. So much for dinner that night. At that, a mountain of a man came into the kitchen with, "That is enough fun with the nice man, for the present." And when she got off with me with a wide smile, "Man! That is an out-sized gun that you have there!" He remarked. As I got myself back into P.I.
mode, I just nodded. "Well, Dickster, what brings you out here?" I wasn't going to wait for a name, he would give one real or false at his discretion, so I moved right to the purpose of my visit.
"I am looking into the events at Nick's place down the lane for a friend." At this, he looked genuinely sorrowful about the murders. The L.I.N. had already reported to him about this. And truly Nick would be missed, not only because he was one of the 'good guys,' but also because of him being the best home mechanic in the county. Who in the hell was going to take care of their vehicles, now?
Also, there was the matter of Nick and his family being under the protection of the local criminal elements, because he could be counted on to repair damages minor and significant with no word getting out to undesirable ears.
This would bring on some attentions to this by those sympathetic to the lost souls and the feared travesty that was probably the fate of the two missing girls. So, Rich sensing a cooperative spirit here asked just a couple of questions of 'man-mountain.' "Sir, did you see anything or hear anything on the day in question, which is assumed to be three days ago?" "No, not much.
But I did have some trouble with the motorcycle gang that had taken up temporary residence at Nick's. They first tried to intimidate me into allowing them to infiltrate my operation here, and when that didn't work out very well for them, they tried to steal from me. But, the dogs dissuaded them from that, with a few chunks of their hides left behind.
Kilt one of my dogs, but the dogs are wise to them now, and are just waiting for them to try to return." "Thank you for calling them off, when I came up!" "No problem, they were eating." And as I looked up at that, "No problem, no one that you are likely to know!" I wasn't sure if he was teasing or not, especially with the snuff stained smile that he showed me.
He then passed on some details about the gang, which would be helpful in the investigation. And I asked if he had heard any strange noises that day. "Just a very loud sound of like one of the flying bug things that are so much in the news." "You mean, drones?" "Yes, that is it. But, they were very loud for a small thing like that!" "Helicopters in search mode, maybe?" "No, I am very familiar with the noise that they make.
It was something different from those that I am aware of." "Anything else that you would like to share, today?" "Nothing, that I can think of now, but I know who you are and that I can contact you directly or through the B. Brothers." "Well sir, here is my card with my new cell number, because I am supposedly retired from the business and Candy my wife is running it now. I don't want her to become entangled in any of my extra activities now, if you get the drift." "Yes, I understand that well.
And Bro. I go by M and M, for reasons that you can probably guess and you are welcome to taste test my wares anytime you want, with a guided tour of Marie's bedroom on the cuff for you, too.
And hope that you catch the bastard or bastards who did this. I will put out the word to my cohorts to pass on any intelligence that they come up with for you through the B. Brothers." "Thank you M and M, and I might take you up on that." With that, I was escorted to my 'sub' by Marie and got a farewell kiss and grope from her, too.
Damn, what a fine vintage the two of the eventually known triplets that I knew of so far were. I got on the fax and sent off the details of the gang and the notice of the noise to Deputy Wilson, and got a happy face back from him, with no further details supplied by him at this time. Later, I found out that his lower level superiors were giving him shit for passing on any details to me.
But, when the Chief found out about this, some knuckles were severely rapped, and the info pipeline reinitiated. The Chief was well aware of the importance of keeping me and the B. Brothers in the loop for this case and any other that we became entangled in.
After I was driving away, I heard my cell go off and so pulled over to the side of the road and answered to hear the voice of Marie. She asked me to meet her late that night to share something with me. I was very curious about what, but knew better than to press her. Information from willing sharers tends to be somewhat better than that which is forced out with broken teeth or arms, you know. I didn't think that getting away that night would be a big problem, because Candy, my wife, well understood late night hours and secrecy.
And she well understood that whatever happened away from home, that when I got there, I was totally hers and the children's. And by the way, I was missing the kids very much already after only one day.
Nothing like their bouncing bodies and child-like shrieks as we played the most stupid games possible to their total delights. Anyone missing out on this with their kids, is truly missing out. But, since Candy had been working very late the past week, she was undoubtedly going to enjoy an evening alone with them all to herself.
So, at eight PM I met Marie at the Burger Burp. A good place to meet, since it was always so busy, that unless you were looking for someone specific, you wouldn't notice anyone else who was there. I took up one of the few parking spaces on the premises that was for dining in customers, and Marie came out of the dark from outside and jumped into the 'sub.' I backed up then and drove off to not hinder the business of this local legend.
She patted me on the shoulder and then asked me to find a private place for us to talk. So, I took her to a hidden by trees parking lot alongside of a lake fishing boat ramp, that made no issue of overnight parking, since some of the fishermen slept overnight on their boats to get at the early morning bite on time.
I pulled up between two large trucks that didn't appear to be in a hurry to go anywhere and then turned to Marie for what this was about. The first words out of her mouth were, "First things, first!" And she undid her belt and moved over to engage me in industrial grade kissing. When she had managed to almost suck my tongue out of my mouth, she moved down to my dick and started to work it over.
I was able to reach over her back to her pussy area and helped to wake it up, too. When we were both wet, she shimmied over without her panties on, lifted the hem of her dress up and then settled down on my dick with her tiny breasts on the steering wheel and her face up against the inside of the windshield.
She got me totally inside of her and then began a light bouncing and pronounced flexing of her belly. Even though, I am a late middle-aged man, and had had enough pussy for any day of my life that day, she caused me to roar out my spunk up into her vault and then settled down to let it do its job, I guessed.
"I want a boy with just your equipment." she offered as I looked inquiringly of her. And then with her still in place on me with my equipment comfortably encapsulated by her dear vagina, she began to share some details that would be pivotal to the solving of this case. First of all, she shared that there were four of her, Mindy, Marie, Marsha and Mandy. All peas of a pod, and all as horny as hell because of a boy cousin who visited and introduced them in their mid-teens to feelings that they hadn't even imagined before.
They were twenty, now, but looked a lot younger because of the sparsity of their frames and the manner of their dressing. She mentioned that all of them have cell phones and regularly compare notes as to what is going on in their lives. One of her sisters had advised her that she knew where the house had gone. It had been picked up by a Sky Crane Helicopter and delivered to a secret sex school for young women on the 'rez. And that it was thought that the two daughters of Nick, had been taken alive to be sold into overseas prostitution, despite that the older one had be instrumental in the gang getting into the home to rob the parents.
They were evidently still in town at an unknown location awaiting transportation to the 'hells' that their futures would be. She also offered that the owners of the school probably had no idea of the circumstances of the providing of the house, they had just bought it for their own purposes, sight unseen, hoping that it would be better than a modular one that they had previously thought to obtain.
This was so important that Rich had a transcribed copy of this recorded conversation immediately sent to Deputy Wilson, who quickly replied that he would get back to him. I then with my immediate duty done to the case, I inquired of Marie as to whether there was anything else she wanted of me, thinking that she might want a bit of funds to upgrade her wardrobe. But, 'No,' her reaction was, and then, "Round Two, in the back." And "Up the ass this time!" Not to be one to leave a lady wanting, we moved back and I managed to install my dick right up her ass with little trouble or discomfort by her despite its size.
And when we were done, she took me into her arms and said, "Often, Please!" My retort was, "Of course as available." She obviously took that a lot more positively than was justified by that statement. Though she would be on my call list from then on.
I dropped her off down the lane from her home and she walked in the dark to reappear at M and M's. He, of course, knew exactly where she had been, with where we went and accurately guessed what we had done, but because I had covered her for that night he was not unduly worried about it. Before I could get home, I got a call from the Chief to meet with an action squad at the County Sheriff's office.
When I got there, there was another vehicle very much like mine from the county just south and eight very scary looking men ready to climb aboard. As I made my move to get out of the way of these guys who knew what to do, the Chief along with the Sheriff advised me that I would be useful in this action. "You mean, that I will be useful in trying to sneak in on an encampment of Native-Americans, the people who invented sneaky and on their own home turf, too?" "No, we just want you to infiltrate a group of business men who will be entering the site for a night of fun.
You will have a GPS locator and when the time is right, from a clue from you, we will come in through the overhead camouflage covering to secure the site and learn what is going on and what we will do about it." "Oh, Oh, only that!
Will, you please give me an honorable cremation if this goes wrong?" "Hehehe, good one. No need of that, these people are not violent, just pervs. We are going to just get the information necessary to nail the killers of Nick and his family, other than that we intend to leave these people strictly alone, especially since they are on the 'rez' with their approval and we actually have no jurisdiction there.
But, after the fact, we will send a full report on our actions and reasons for them, with the promise to aid them in their concerns when called upon. We expect a low level of resentment and retaliation, since the school is not even supposed to exist." And further, "We have identified a couple of the gang members through your intelligence gathering efforts and have the Bash Brothers cozying up to them right now to get the info to rescue the two daughters.
The older one will face charges in regard to her parent's deaths, but the younger one evidently had nothing to do with it." "I expect to hear muted screams from town at any time, now!" "Not likely, since you know how discreet they are in their actions!" "Just so!" Four of the soldier/policemen jumped in my 'sub' and the others in the other vehicle.
They raced off to the airport to meet up with a troop carrier helicopter from where that they were going to slide down a rope from above into the subject camp. As this was working out, I was driven to the 'rez' and met up with the other businessmen for my entry into the encampment from below.
One of the business men was a plant, and so I took his place and the Native guards knowing that something was afoot, just ignored this and put the requisite hood over my face as well as the others, and then guided us to the opening in the forest floor to the tunnel that would take us most of the way to their den of sexy fun for us. When I was welcomed into the encampment, I had my hood removed to the sight of thirteen girls of mid-teenage years, all naked and evidently available to me and the others to play with.
One for each of us. We were advised that there were no virgins available at that time, but with the girls before us, that couldn't have been a significant problem of any of us men. I chose one with a badge that said House Mother, and was led by her to a room in the available cottage that looked very familiar to me. It looked just like a home that used to be located on Meadow Lane to my eyes. She then guided me to the bed and helped me off with my clothing. I was purposely delaying on the 'GO' signal to the actions squads hovering above the covering camouflage covering until I finished with this girl.
The way she was moving on, it wouldn't be for long. When I was nude, she just stared at my member for a moment and then guided me up onto the bed. She briefly gave me very tender kisses and then planted her pussy right up on to my face. I availed myself of her tender and tasty self and after she was well wetted, she moved down to cause my member to rise to the occasion. With this accomplished she moved to her back and invited me into the party as it were. She struggled at first accepting my monstrous member into her love vault, but finally got all of it into her tiny body, to my amazement.
After a few minutes to let things settle in, she cued me to do my worst into her. I was very gentle in her, the size alone would be a lot for her to bear. And she was very appreciative of my concerns for her and eventually began to push up to my plunges down, and then we came together, with her holding on to my back like her life depended on it.
She smiled up to me, and I then gave the cell phone cue to the men above us. I told her to stick very closely to me, since there was going to be a lot of hubbub outside for the next few minutes. It took very few and the site was in order and the questioning of the Master and Mistress began. There was no hesitancy by them in answering the questions, and so with the needed information and whatever proof of it that was available there in hand, the strike crews excused themselves and left for other duties.
When things settled down and it was time for me to leave, the little House Mother asked something of the Master and he nodded, 'Yes' to her. So, I was asked if she could come with me for the night, and I answered yes.
So, she ran with her little butt bouncing to get her small outcall bag and we moved to leave in the car that I had come in to reobtain my 'sub; and to return home for the night, with a little surprise for my wife. Since, Candy is delightfully bi, I knew that she would love this. I took my cell and advised my wife to get the kids to bed A.S.A.P. She would know that this would mean a special toy for the night. And before we got to my 'sub' we heard that most of the gang was in custody and that the girls had been found, with the older one sacrificing her life to save her sister in the fire-fight.
A very fine way to spend what would be a very miserable rest of her life, to save her dear sister. The Bash Brothers added to their already full urban myths dossier with this action.
It gave the local 'conspiracy theorists' something to pound their chests over, too. And unknown to them, their imaginations were limp compared to the actual facts about the famous Bash Brothers.
When I got home that late evening, Candy was delighted with our bring-it-home play toy and gathered the little girl into her arms for a joyous bubble bath, while I showered nearby and then we all joined in for a night of frolicking in our bed. The next morning, little House Mother asked if she could come again, and Candy said for sure, that she was always welcome, and that she should come early for some innocent fun with the kids, they would love her to pieces.
After a couple of months of such meetings and nights over, she asked if she could move in with us, since her parents were now dead and she didn't want to be subject to her relative's designs on her. Candy and I talked it over and decided that since she was only going to do outcall dates from then on in the evenings, and would be available to watch the kids during the day when were gone, that she was welcome to stay.
And since Candy and I paid her an appropriate amount for her daytime services she soon ceased the paid for dates and settled in with us till she was twenty and all of our kids were in school. She always remained a dear friend and often shared our bed with us to our combined delights. 333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 THE DICKSTER FILES: The Case of the Square Donuts With the arrival of Little Flower, whom we have nicknamed Lefy, to being a permanent resident in our home, the balance of things in it have shifted somewhat.
With Lefy there, it frees me to pursue little cases for my friends and associates, while still having a very large part in the raising of the growing brood of children that I have made on Candy. Lefy loves our family life, and pursues a correspondence education at home, while playing and interacting with the kids when they are awake and lively. She also greatly blesses Candy and me, in our bed many of the nights with her lovely body and loving manner.
Candy is very busy in the managing of our Detective Agency, and so both of us are in and out of the house at odd hours, often with little notice to each other. So, Lefy's presence in the household does much to anchor things for the kids and leaves them with a sense of safety that both Candy and I very much desire for them. And besides, Lefy is such a dear with them, they just love her so much. And Opal still brings her brood over to interact with mine at least one day a week; a very enjoyed adventure for both households, and a boon to me when I can be there and have my own interaction with Opal, too.
I am such a perv, you see. In the case of the missing house, I had been critical to the solution, though I couldn't take all of the credit.
And my part in the solution of the case was never made public to ensure my privacy, to not connect it to our Agency and leave me silent in the background available to help the legal pros again when needed.
I did get a letter of thanks from the Chief and the Sheriff jointly to hang in my home office for my private eyes only. I had made a number of the informational breakthroughs in the investigation process, a thing that I seem to have a flair for, since I am respected by a wide range of sources in the city that the official legal teams have no other way in to.
The insiders of the city knew much of my help in the previous investigation, so I had several further cases presented to me, but I determined to not be overwhelmed in this, because I am formally retired and besides want to spend a lot of time with my babies, and because although I am in fine shape for my age, I am old enough to want to ensure my memory in their hearts, if I leave before they achieve full adulthood.
I am not obsessed over this, just reasonably concerned. So, I decided to specialize in cases that were odd and leaving the critical ones to the legal professionals, with occasional helpful forays for them, especially in gathering odd important facts. The next case that I unofficially-officially accepted was a very strange mystery involving a place of work. He has a donut shop near the waterfront of Big City and it has the reputation of having the best donuts, especially maple bars in the city.
Very large ones, too. He has owned this business just coming on twenty years and is revered in the bakery business in this area of the state. But, yesterday he called me at home, while Lefy was getting a needed nap from full time watching and playing with the kids, and I was busy changing a diaper with the cell phone up to my ear, held in place by a raised shoulder. Try that yourself sometime. Mitch sounded a bit frantic over the phone and so I promised to come by in the afternoon, when Lefy was up to take over for me.
That is if I still have any energy left after chasing five young bodies all over our house. He stopped and laughed at the picture in his mind over that, and said that he would welcome my help if anything was left of me after the next couple of hours. When I arrived at the renowned retail bakery, Mitch walked me over to the main display case and showed me the main item of interest there. It was a square donut about five inches in width, the raised kind with a perfectly oriented one inch hole in the middle matched up to the outside shape.
Even the idea of how this was achieved beggared my imagination, and when I asked the donut expert about that, he just shrugged his shoulders in awe of it. But, the biggest mystery was how did it get into the case in the first place. A new one had been found on Wednesday mornings for five straight weeks? Not there at closing time on Tuesdays and sitting very impressively on each Wednesday morning when he got there at six am to start the days batches of mixes for the forming and baking of their specialties.
So, I got my Question Box hat on and began to try to eliminate obvious solutions from considerations. "Could this be an inside job?" "Possible, but unlikely.
Two others in the business had front door keys, no other with back door ones, but the security system shows no entrance by anyone from closing time each day at about seven pm to six am in the morning." "Do you know of any reason why someone would play with your mind, like this?" "I can't think of anyone who would do that to me." "Can you think of what the message is with the square donuts?" "No not that, either, but it is very skillful in the preparation of and shows no signs of a form having been used in its preparation." So, I then asked to look around, and so he gave me a spare key to everything in the business location that had a locked door, and left me to my investigating process.
I am a devoted admirer of the great Sherlock and so as a disciple of his apply the mantra, "Eliminate as many possibilities as possible and then focus on the remaining answers as unlikely as they may seem." A modern paraphrase, you see.
And as a proud graduate of the Sterling Private Investigator Correspondence School, I know how to apply this technique in the modern world. First I dismiss the interference of spirit or interstellar beings in this, a mere mundane situation.
I am sure that if they exist, that they have bigger fish to fry, or whatever stands in for fish for them. So, I got my magnifying glass out, actually a pair of bifocal glasses with a magnifying lens in each to carefully check out the physical condition of the building. I found that the front door was not suspect, because if was made of thick steel and would take a tank to ram its way through. And the locks and bolts showed no evidence at all of interference with their duties.
I then checked out the front windows, of double pane construction and gas filled in between. No way that they could be successfully penetrated without telltale signs, either. The floors and ceilings showed no signs of penetration, and the overhead air vents seemed to be undisturbed. I found that the vents to the outside both sets of went through fans that were in constant flow during the day and still at night. The ones to the front were set up over the baking ovens and hot fat fryers to purposely send the fragrant fumes to the front sidewalk to inspire passerby's to enter and buy the baked goods available there.
It worked very well, too. As I watched the crowds go by, I could see every once in a while someone stop right in their tracks and reverse to enter the business and walk out later with a bag of donuts for that evening. The vents to the back were designed to remove unpleasant odors from the business and were very dirty inside. No sign of any access to them was found either by my very brief visual inspection.
I threw away the handkerchief that I had used to protect my nose after its use in that inspection. So, at this point, as I was provisionally without any other indications, convinced to remove the entry of a human body into the premises as the cause of this situation. So, it was now time to study the security footages of the five evenings and nights.
So, I took the tapes to my home to study them under a more rigorous process with the equipment that I had there. I also filed a request for Candy to assign an investigator to look into Mitch and his workers on a personal basis, to see if there was something in their backgrounds that could connect them to this.
She could focus on the words in various combinations of Square and donut. Since it was slow at the agency at this time she said that she would take care of this herself, if I would cook dinner for the next week after solving this case. I accepted of course. Hamburger Helper and I are great friends, you know. Also, I knew that I could count on Lefy's help too. Under the scrutiny of my computer programming only one thing was identified.
It was a slight blur in the front lobby and a matching one behind the main display case, but the lighting and indefinite size of the object involved was of the nature as to defy identification. But, something was definitely there. So, I returned to the business again that day and checked out the outside front vent. With me precariously perched on a ladder, I noticed under magnification that the two screws in the face plate for the front center vent showed evidence of recently having been loosened.
With testing with my Handy Man tool it was confirmed that it had actually been removed at some time recently and there were scratches around the inside of the vent. So, the place of entrance was now located. And in the floor in the doorway between the bakery and the sales room was found a loosened entry plate to an underground wiring conduit.
It had no screws in it at all, but it did have the same appearing scratches. When I asked Mitch about anyone who had shown interest in these two locations of his business, he mentioned a Code Enforcement Officer that had checked out his business two months ago. But, had given him a clear assessment on his business's condition.
I obtained more tapes of that indicated time period and rushed to take them home to process them, too. I entered them into my analysis machine and then moved to the bed to get some rest from a very busy day for an old fogy like me. As I was about to doze off, Lefy came in to join with me. The kids were all napping and Opal was watching over them. So, Lefy undressed down to her panties and cuddled up to me to comfort me as I napped. It worked wonderfully, too. After I awoke an hour later and left Lefy to continue her very well deserved nap, I moved to my office with a fresh cup of coffee courtesy of Opal and checked out what my computer had found on the tapes.
It had centered its attention on a male person, the purported enforcement officer. And in comparing him to any officers of that title locally, failed to find a match. So, I sent this on to Candy also for her attention.
I then moved into the shower to freshen up for my return to now look carefully into the conditions around the outside of the building. As I settled into the warm water cascading down on me, I was joined by Opal for some attentions to her.
She indicated to me that Lefy was now monitoring the hoard of little bodies in a prolonged nap, leaving her to play with me. Made sense to me, because I get to play with Lefy almost any night that I want to. So, the lovely Opal, mother of children to my friend Marty Jensen, kneeled down to take my monster into her mouth. She had some experience in this and was wondrously proficient in swallowing it whole to get the gift right down in to her tummy.
Then to top things off, she turned and offered her pussy from the rear for first my enthusiastic face and then my rerisen cock. It only took about ten minutes to satisfy the both of us and then she turned and splayed her body up to mine, while holding me tight around my neck. I can't help it, I just love these types of things. Before leaving, I checked my fax machine and found some notes sent to me by the Bash Brothers and Candy. I sat for a few minutes, without a long pipe like Sherlock, but the facts now nested together and I had pretty much figured it out.
So, it being mid-afternoon, I drove to a certain bungalow in the city, not far away, and walked up the sidewalk to a pretty little house with a well maintained lawn. When I knocked on the door, a lovely young woman greeted me and seemed to totally be not surprised to see me. She welcomed me in and sent me to the fridge to get my favorite root beer in the bottle there. This was becoming just a bit weird to me, and I was getting very nervous.
But, the young lady who introduced herself as Sonja, seemed unconcerned and lifted her baby and with the lowering of her blouse began to feed it from the tit. And what a lovely tit it was.
As she saw my interest in the process, she smiled and needlessly uncovered the other one, too. After several minutes feeding first on one tit and then the other, the baby was put up to the shoulder and lightly burped. Then in a swirl of her skirt, she rose and moved to evidently its bedroom and returned to the living room to me. She then took me by the hand and semi-dragged me to her bedroom. As I at this point reluctantly moved in under her direction, I could see an eleven by fourteen picture of a soldier in full battle dress, and a blinking baby monitor next to it.
She murmured, "In the Middle East somewhere." And then guided me to her bed. She then moved to undress me and gently pushed me back to the bed, and then very purposefully, undressed herself in my view.
It didn't take long, since she only had a loose momma's house dress on with mothing under it, with a pair of slippers to match. With her nude and the allowance of my few brief minutes of wonder at this fecund mother's body, she move to lay on top of me as I was supine on the top of her coverlet.
She then moved to start the ball rolling, with light but enthusiastic kissing, and we then moved through the preparation processes rather quickly, the tonguing, breast sucking (I got milk with this and had to be forcibly removed from the teat. I did get a wide smile from her over this, though.) And then 69 with both of us very busy on each other's heating up privates, and finally, her laying back with her legs splayed as wide as I had ever seen a woman do, and her encouragement to implant my monster cock up into her waiting pussy vault, with an eager plunging in and out of it.
When she got close to cumming, I saw a few tears in her eyes and her determined expression to lighten up to enforce my dumping up into her. With that, I emptied right up into the desired chamber and totally satisfied, I fell onto my back to accept her turning and settling on my front.
With that I got another murmur, "Thank you for that, Dickster, I needed it very badly." And then she opened up about things as we cuddled and enjoyed our post intimacy languor. She identified herself as the one responsible for the square donuts and proceeded to explain why. Twenty years previous to the next evening, a young father and his six year old daughter crossed an empty parking lot to take a short cut from the hospital where his dear wife was in the process of child birth.
As they crossed the dimly lit area, a car suddenly came into view as it swerved around, and it hit the young father and broke him up very badly, leading to his death right on the spot. The little girl was only lightly bruised by this and ran to the nearest gas station only two blocks away to get help. Soon the police came and were guided back to the terrible scene.
She was not permitted to see her dear father again, he was so damaged by the accident. And there was no sign of the car involved. Very little evidence was provided by the scene and quickly there after an ambulance arrived to carry away a little girls dreams of her father's love till she became a woman.
The years passed by and she met and married a wonderful guy and had the current child from an act of love during his last leave. She was missing him very much after all of the months that he had been away, and the tears on his letters, spoke of his loneliness without her. In a moment of passion, she had advised him to find a kind heart and share in a night of love to brace him to return to his one true love for the rest of their lives together.
He in the return letter advised the same for her and promised that these two things would never be mentioned between them and they would be washed away in the continual love that they would share for the rest of their lives. She then with a few more tears on his shoulder continued on.
She had known all along who the young man was as the driver that night, and before leaving for the gas station had seen him hovering over her broken father with tears streaming down his face, wailing "What Have I done!!!!" She never told who the driver was. Tomorrow evening would be the twentieth anniversary of her father's death. And she wanted nothing but to renew the memory to the now older man of what his foolishness that night had cost her.
She didn't have one ounce of anger to him, in all of this. And that she would repeat the process for only the next night and then leave things alone from that time on. I rose from the bed and held her very tightly in my arms, this magnificent woman and one of the finest persons that I had ever met. It was me who had the tears when I left to take comfort in Candy's knowing arms.
She and Lefy held me between them through the night and when I cried out, they would hug me very tightly against the fears of the dark and a lonely empty parking lot, that didn't even exist anymore. On the next day, I appeared at the bakery to advise Mitch of what I had found out. After I had explained it, the tears rolled down his cheeks again, with the reminder of his young man's foolishness on the evening of the day of the grand opening of his new bakery.
His pure exuberance had led to him doing donuts in the empty parking lot and sadly taking the life of an innocent father holding his child's hand. He just sat dazed across the table from me as the memory of that night rushed back in on him. And then he graciously asked to leave off from me as he processed all of this in his mind. Mitch is still his friendly self when you come in to buy his donuts, and yes there was one more night of the square donut's appearance.
He found out later from Sonja, during a somber meeting that she actually did hold no grudges to him and that she had used a very special mold to do the donuts, it had taken her months to perfect the process. He left off the meeting with her, by holding her in his arms in mutual comfort, what he would have liked to have done that night so long ago. Mitch advised her that he would welcome a repeat of the process on notable anniversaries of the event to keep the memory alive in his heart and she said that she would think about that.
Three months later a war weary soldier walked up the same sidewalk, through the same mown lawn to the same door in the same cute bungalow and was welcomed with joy and tears by his waiting bride and baby. They quickly moved inside to reacquaint themselves each to their own true lover. Two weeks after the case was solved, I got a check in the mail from Mitch for my efforts, I couldn't cash it, so I sent it on to the Wounded Warrior Project, just glad that Sonja's love had made it home nicked but still in one piece for her.
So, many others have not been so fortunate. Candy hugged me very tightly when she found out about this. By-the-way the manner of entrance of the donuts was by a pair of machines used to probe through underground conduits, one through the front vent and the other through the vent in the floor.
The screws in the floor plate had been removed by the fake code enforcement officer. When the pictures from inside and outside were compared, it became obvious that the two young men who guided these probes, with hand-held controllers, were the brothers of Sonja, who were born on the night of the tragedy in the parking lot. Twins. Oh, Oh, and why 'square' donuts???? She said that round ones wouldn't have caught his notice, and she couldn't get a form to make triangular ones.
444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444 THE CASE OF THE SENSUOUS FUELING ATTENDANT: I moved to Big City about ten years ago from Presidential City to escape some hurtful memories from a past happy marriage that crashed at the end.
And in my establishment in this new city (to me,) I opened a post office box to protect my address from being known by certain trailing unpleasant influences.
Along with this I came to accommodation of this local business cluster by shopping at the grocery store there, getting my preions at the major drug store, eating at the J-N-Box next door and getting my gas at the Chevron station kitty corner to my other retail interests at that location.
Like most people, I am a creature of habit and so buy almost all of my gas there. It is convenient and I have always liked the fuel and gotten good service from it. I don't drive that much anymore, so I only usually come in to refill once a month, and even with the terrible gas mileage of my Suburban, I only get a quarter of a tank to fill up each month. Since, on the pumps it says that methanol might be included in the fuel, I every third month run the tank down till it is at least to the one quarter full range and refill to keep the fuel fresh.
It has been asserted that methanol as a fuel can sludge up and wreak havoc with fuel injectors, but with the combination of the fine fuel and the rotating of supplies in my tank, I have had no such problems, so far.
The latest time that I went in to refuel, I got a considerable surprise, though. After I had entered my awards card from the grocery across the street and swiped my debit card to start my fueling, the lady clerk that I had seen many times came out and took the hose from me and installed in the proper orifice of my 'sub' leaving me standing there with arched brows and a dumb look on my face. So, to save face, I grabbed the short-handled squeegee and scrubbing pad to do the windows and windshield of my sub and noted the smile on her face as I progressed.
I tried to remember the last time that anyone had fueled my vehicle for me, and I came up with at least fifty years before, because I don't live in Oregon, you know. About the same time as I finished the glass, she finished the gas and with a tap off into my tank, she hung up the hose and ordered up the receipt to hand to me. With this done, she whispered to me that she wanted to show me a new feature in the men's room and went to the tiny office central to the fueling stations, which had another woman attendant in residence.
I could see her grab the key to the men's room which was wired to a wooden handle that could have been salvaged from a plunger that had been previously used right here. She then came out and with the wooden handled key in one hand, took my other hand and led me with my concerned eyes to the door and into the men's room.
Once in there, I moved to the toilet a one-seater, and looked over to her and she nodded in understanding of my travail for the moment. So, I opened up my zipper and brought my modest sized dick out proudly to relieve my hurting bladder another time. When I was done and tapped off into the toilet, she immediately moved over to me and led me by my dick to the sink and started the water to warm up.
When it got warm enough for her and me, she got some soap out of the handy dispenser and lathered up my groin area, just missing wetting up my trousers.
Then she rinsed it off and dried it with towels, since I was not going to reach up to the air dryer very easily. By this time, I was mostly over the shock of her actions and was beginning to become very aware of her as a woman.
Probably in her fertile period with its reproduction mandate, and a flood of pheromones into the airspace around her. But she still initiated the next step of this little sensual drama, with kneeling down and directly taking my member right up into her mouth.
No incidental preliminaries this time. And with that, she slimed it up quickly and had it deep within her throat right after that. She proceeded with letting my dick in as far as it would go and then sucking like hell on its way out.
This had me up and ready to pop in record time. But she then rose up and lowered her slacks and panties to be off one leg, then backed up to the cool wall and opened her legs to present her pretty pussy for my quick admiration. She let me move down to engage it for a few brief moments with my mouth and tongue, but soon had me up in front of her with my dick up into her love port and her plunging up and down on it.
To steady myself, I used her prodigious titties to serve as handles. She didn't seem to mind this at all, or maybe was just so intent on getting her jollies that she wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, but what she was moving us on with.
She soon bucked and shimmied showing her cumming and I shot my load up into her right in following that. Then she grabbed me by the butt cheeks and held me in place to get all of her lusty feelings drained off. When she let go, I went and got some T.P. to attend to her leaking pussy hole and she allowed this while she was still coming down from our little adventure.
And when I was done, I folded over a few of them and installed them in her panty crotch to prevent any embarrassing leakage when she went back to work. Her only remark to this striking event was, "Thanks, I needed that!" And after that she handed me a business card from the station with her name (Abigail,) her phone number and address; with "Call Me!" written on the back. And she then excused herself to go back to the work and whispered over her shoulder five o'clock. I then got back into my vehicle and drove home still in a very shocked state at this happening, but very relaxed sexually as could be expected.
When I got home, I had plenty of time to try to digest just exactly had happened to me and why. I am not ugly of a scary person, or anything like that, but I have not had women hitting on me in almost forty years, so this all was much of a mystery to me.
But, since she wasn't getting off work for several more hours, I had plenty of time to think about it. I waited until five thirty to call and when she answered, she invited me to come right over.
My curiosity was on fire, so I got myself ready and left to move to the growing mystery that I had been dumped into. Speaking of dump!!! Her home was an apartment in a complex that had evidently been built on the cheap to start, and several decades into its existence was already looking to be on its last legs.
The grass, what there was of it, was patchy and even that was unmown probably for a couple of months. There was trash around the parking lot and I could smell the garbage can enclosure from half a block away.
So, I found her number and knocked on just another tinny front door with chipping paint and my sexy gas attendant appeared at the door. She excitedly led me into her home space and it was like I had been transported into another dimension. It was very tidy and clean, a paradise in the middle of a low-class renter's hell.
However, this paradise had a 'thorn in its rose,' since a woman came out from a back room and she smelled very badly, but thankfully had a work outfit for some hotel on and was on her way out the door with her regular scowl (I guessed) on.
I didn't think that I would miss her and Abigail indicated by her expression that she wouldn't either. I didn't say a word about any of it, and I could see in Abigail's eyes that I won points for that, too. But she didn't seem to want to waste any time on chit chat, and so she took my hand and led her to her sanctuary, her bedroom.
When in, she backed up to the bed and bid me to move up to her. With that, she reached out and put her arms around me and hugged me as tightly as I had ever received in my life. No revelation for me understanding any of this yet, but I sure was enjoying the 'ride.' She opened up the covers and then asked me to undress and when I backed up to do so (I always obey a comely woman in positive steps forward in love and sex,) she got up and even before I was done, she was down to the skin and under the covers waiting for me.
This whole thing was still seeming to be squirrelly to me. I couldn't help but imagine some kind of axe murdered coming out of the closet and her laughing as I was dismembered. However, what happened was that when I got into bed, she laid her head on my shoulder, pulled one of my hands to her bare breast and while stroking my cock laid some tears going down my back. I was hard put to imagine a more emotional moment in my life, mine! Not to mention hers. Then she had me lay back and she reversed her body for us to be in the 69 position and gently took my member into her mouth, while presenting her loins to mine.
There seemed to be absolutely no hurry in any of this after we got into the proper position, and so I proceeded in pleasuring her with no rush of mine, either.
I could feel through my pleasures of pleasing her, the gentlest dick sucking that I had ever heard of, much less experienced and I was trying to be equally gentle and stirring to hers.
She got excited first and then moved us for her to be on my stomach with my cock up her V.J. and then a very energetic ride commenced with her wild-eyed and foaming at the baby port onto my cock and belly. Before very long at all, she humped up and plowed down forcefully and brought both of us to the lover's 'promised land' of climaxes and mutually felt intimate satisfactions. It was grand! Then we laid over with me still in her and napped for a bit.
When we awoke, she went and got us a couple of root beers and laid with me to finally do some talking about what was happening. She started with, "You saw Melissa when you came in, right!" And I nodded with that. "With your impression of her, do you think that she is going to hold down that job very long?" I shook my head at that. "All right, she is three months behind on her share of the rent and I can't help her with that anymore.
So, when she can't come up with the next share of the rent, we will both be kicked out. You see my problem!" I nodded again. My reaction was, "Abigail, I see your problem, but how do I fit into this scenario?" "I was hoping that with what we have shared today, that you might come up with something to help the situation, James." "I see, it was not a friendly outreach, but an advertisement for pay on demand services, I guess." And I was definitely bummed out with that statement, and she could tell.
But she then brightened up and remarked that it was just a suggestion, and then invited me back the next day to have some more fun. So, I said that I would get back to her on that and moved to leave to return to my home. Abigao; affectionately escorted me to the door and I left in my sub. However, shortly after leaving Abigail's, I stopped and diverted to going by the Mt.
Baker Detective Agency for a consultation on this situation. It was closed, except for the evening security watchman and she referred me to the emergency number posted on the outside door.
So, I called it and got a Mr. Sterling on the other end, the retired owner and manager of the agency. He said that he would take my case under advisement, since Candy was relaxing from her day at work and wanted nothing else but to play with her babies (five of them at the time and another on the way,) and later spend some quality time with him.
I completely understood that scenario and told him so. So, to save time he asked me to relate to him what the problem was. So, I related the current situation and its background. Then I added that I didn't even know if this really was a problem, at all. And to his unsaid yet remark, "If you are not comfortable with the situation, stay away from it!" I added that I didn't know if I wanted to leave it, until I knew if it really was a problem.
So, Richard told me to sit tight and he would get back to me as soon as he had something that would help my decision. And he recommended that I delay any interactions with Abigail until I heard from him and to not let her know where I lived for the present. So, I said that I would comply with that. The next afternoon, he called and said that a number of assets were working on my case.
That there were serious issues involved and that I should continue to not reveal my address to her, but could see her at her home or the fueling station. And to keep my condo door with the dead bolt unlocked and any inside bracing removed. Then he told me that he would get back as soon as he knew anything else pertinent. I with no few queasy feelings agreed to all of it and moved ahead with my life for the time being. But nothing else was related to me, until the violent conclusion of the matter, and in the judicial proceedings that followed it.
The next afternoon, I got a TEXT message from Abby to meet her at her home for some more fun, and I replied that I would. When I got there, her roommate was about to leave, but evidently delayed while Abby was loving me up. And when things had livened up to where I was up Abby's ass with her moaning in response, the mate came in upon us and with an, "Oh, my pretty baby, is the mean old man hurting you?" And Abby's response was, "No, it just feels so good." Then the roommate moved to kiss her lips and fondle her tits, with afterward a light slap on my uncovered ass and her leaving of the room and the apartment.
After the departure, things heated up even more. With no referring comment on her partner's actions, she increased the power of her bucking up to me and had me emptying up into her in very short time. Then she had me relax on the bed as she took my member into her mouth and sucked it off clean. With that finished she went to get us something to drink and for me it was a white wine. I remarked that I didn't' drive after drinking and so she remarked that I then would just have to spend the night with her, until her friend came back from work and I did.
When I got home, I got another TEXT message from Richard, that I was doing fine and to hold my course as we had described. Boy, if this was assigned undercover work, I would like a lifetime job of it, I reflected.
Now this is all that I knew of the machinations around this situation. But, behind the scenes there was a very complex operation going on and here is what I found out later after the court case and some briefings by the authorities involved: As soon as I had got off of the phone with Richard the first time, he called a friendly contact in the Big City Police Department and laid out the situation to him.
His remark was that it all sounded rather 'hinky' to him. Richard guessed that that meant suspicious and so it turned out to be. The local authorities had no reports on the two of them and so pushed it upstairs to the chief and he got with the State Patrol authorities and they then passed it on to the Regional FBI, which kicked it back east to its main offices. A new programmer on a lark, passed it through the FBI's cross-case recognition programs and got a number of related hits, due to the G.F.
that was overweight and smelly. And since there were at least three warrants out for their arrests under various names, a serious notice was sent back to the Big City P.D.
And with that a courtesy call back to Richard. It was at this point that with the case notes at hand that Richard recommended that I could see her again at her place, but not at mine. And the security recommendations about the front door were passed on. That was to allow quick entry for any emergency that might arise in regard to this case.
The FBI sent one of their best men from Twilight City up to coordinate the efforts to collar these two women. It was made known to them that they were already under arrest warrants, but that it was advisable to get them on local charges, so that she would not be able to post a bond and disappear again.
So, they were going to let this play out with me as the unknowing but very well guarded bait. The detective agency had brought the Bash Brothers on to the case as secret independent operators, though the local police and FBI agents were very familiar with their work and used them too at times.
The Brothers set up a twenty-four- hour watch on me, with them each taking eight hours and assigning the other late night hours to Clem, an operative to the detective agency. This was because the girls would be asleep or otherwise occupied during those late night hours.
And the three of them carried police bugs, so that the police would know where they were at all times and with their pagers set on the police frequency, if there was trouble the officers would know immediately.
In addition to this, the condo community security was notified to watch my condo from all sides, and even the resident police officers of my building were notified to keep an alarm on their security monitor for any irregular activity around my unit. Tracey, the massage therapist, lived next door to me and was advised to report any unusual sounds from my unit, and she agreed.
We knew each other well and she was familiar with the goings on of my unit including my love of Hee Haw reruns and country music in general. The unit on the other side of me was empty at this time, though it was owned by someone. And underneath me on the first floor was a near deaf lady that wouldn't hear an atom bomb go off, but would report anyone that she saw not picking up after their defecating canine. With that, I would have felt quite safe, if I had known about it. Buuuuut, as nearly all plans stumble on the realities of life, somehow Abby had gotten my address and with me relaxing on my bed and reading, she and her rotund mound of fun broke into my apartment by coming right through the front door, which gave in rather easily without the deadbolt engaged, nor the door brace in place.
The big one rushed into my bedroom and pounced on to me to hold me in place. It worked because I didn't really want to even touch her, much less engage her to get her off of me. And while that was going on, Abby had equipped herself with one of the large and sharp knives in my kitchen, which I had graciously stored for her use, and came in to use it on me. As I looked into her eyes, I saw no hatred at all, just earnest intensity to get the job done. As she was about to slice the throat of a very stunned old man, who had enjoyed her bodily favors three times over the last few days, the front door was kicked open again and one of the Bash Brothers and the patrolman who lived down stairs appeared in my bedroom door and ordered her to drop the knife, &hellip.
without damaging me, they added. And she with a sly grin did so. During the trial, she while on the witness box, smiled at me and waved covertly at me. And when all of the trials were done, she was sentenced to death, because one of the states that tried her still had the death penalty in order. Ten years later, I attended her execution as a witness, the least that I could do for a lady that I had gloriously fucked three times.
She widely smiled when she saw me as they led her into the execution chamber. And I think that she was comforted to know that I was there, to see her demise in person. I didn't feel that good about it, but it seemed to be fitting from me to be there, as she had been at my unexpected almost demise years before.
I didn't attend the ornate funeral her father had for her, though. I thought that that would be a bit much for a prospective victim. So, she passed on from this earthly scene on to some kind of reordering of her mind and heart, I hoped. After all, she had been a gloriously fine fuck with me. As to her rotund G.F. she got a final rinsing in a local Deception Pass Bridge fatal jump.
It could have been due to her not getting her reward for sucking me off as her G.F. was about to slice my throat; or more probably because she just couldn't live without her longtime lover I guessed. I could actually understand that. And even before the first trial, they identified the leak within the police department that had let out my address to them. One reason that it had taken so long in this city to identify and find me as a target, was because they had to engage a younger man in the police department, first.
This was to get information on a target without any known connections to him. And, of all things, it was with the rotund one that he was enamored with, too.
FINAL NOTE: It turned out that Abby's father, was a famous very rich man, who had been financing her life of crime for years. Apparently out of guilt for his indiscretions with her in her teen years. My lawyer filed a wrongful death attempt suit against him and recovered every penny of my expenses over the case and some more, too. With those funds, I was able to reimburse the attentions of a number of the local sexual operatives over the rest of my life.