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The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 1

By: *Eve*



Ch. I: Murder in 33-B

"Damn it Ray, you know I'm good for the money. It's not like I'm asking for a great deal of cash, just a few G's to get Roscoe off my back." Joe, barked into the phone. Joe was silent as the person on the other end of the phone line spoke. After a few seconds, Joe's face turned ugly before slamming the phone back on the hook. "Damn that man. You save a guy's life, and you think that he would be begging to help an old friend out, but noooo, what do I get? I'll tell what: a bunch of bullshit excuses."

He ranted to his secretary Betty, who was steadily typing away on her typewriter ignoring her boss. Secretly she couldn't help but think that he got what he deserved. Shame on him for borrowing money from a loan shark to support his gambling habit. That was why his wife had left him, she smirked to herself. Joe scowled at the unconcerned look on Betty's face. He'd fire that bitch if he could, but there weren't a lot of people who would work for the low salary that he paid her.

"Sore faced old prune," he muttered under his breath.

He needed a case big badly. His case file was decidedly slim these days, just a few cheating spouse cases, nothing major. Joe had started his own detective agency, three years ago when he was kicked off the Las Vegas police force for taking matters into his own hand. Those matters being him shooting a low life drug dealer. The boys in Internal Affairs had tried to throw the book at him but Joe still had some friends in high places and was merely got kicked off the force rather than getting thrown into jail as well. He missed the force though.

It had been his wife Sally's idea to start his own detective agency. They had had a nice little nest egg saved up for a rainy day, and it sounded like a good idea. The agency was doing pretty good and he liked the freedom of coming and going as he pleased. He was doing quite well, until Sally became discontent with his late hours. Arguments followed after that. Joe was angry because it had been Sally's idea in the first place to start the agency. Sally was upset because she felt that he didn't have to take every case that came his way. She felt that he was doing well enough to take a partner if he chose and that way Joe could spend more time at home with her so that they could start the family that they had always talked about.

As the months past, the arguments grew more bitter, and Joe stayed away from home more often. If he wasn't on a case, he was hanging out in a bar, or going to the casinos. Soon he was frequenting the casinos more and more because he couldn't get enough. It was funny how he had lived in Vegas, all his thirty-two years, and never really had the gambling fever. Soon gambling took over his life. He bet on everything, football games, horses, anything that would get his adrenaline flowing. This was something else for Sally to complain about especially when he nearly wiped out their entire savings with his habit.

One day he had come home and there was a note saying that she had had enough. That had been three months ago and he missed her like hell. Sally's leaving was his wake up call. He realized then that he had a major problem. Only then did he seek help with gamblers anonymous. He still wasn't out of the woods though, he still owed a great deal of money to Big Roscoe, a loan shark that believed putting your life up as collateral. Over the past year, Joe had borrowed great sums of money from Roscoe but had always managed to pay him back, but in the recent months his luck had taken a turn for the worse. He had been on a losing streak and when Sally had left she had wiped out the rest of their savings. He was barely hanging on to his business because he had been taking on few clients with his gambling problems, and to top it off, he owed Roscoe four thousand dollars, plus a very high interest.

He needed a big case to get him back on track, and to pay Roscoe back. He also needed to get his business on solid ground once more. Then and only then could he work on getting Sally back. You find out who your real friends are in a crisis, he thought to himself, thinking of the phone conversation that he had just had with his ex partner on the force Ray. He knew Ray had the money to lend but Ray was so pussy whipped by his wife Jean that he was afraid to touch any of it. Fuck him anyway.

There was nothing that he had to work on that day and the phone wasn't ringing, so he was about to call it a day, when She walked it. She was a knock out, with the face of an angel, deep brown eyes that you could get lost in, long wavy auburn hair that fell casually to her waist, and her full, pouty lips were made for kissing, not to mention, she had a body to die for. Joe surveyed her tall form encased in a black miniskirt that showed her well shaped legs that went up to her neck, and the black halter top that molded her small but well shaped breasts. Her erect nipples were outlined clearly through the material making his mouth water. He wondered what they would taste like.

"Joe Steele?" she asked tentatively.

"Depends on who's asking?" he eyed her suspiciously. Roscoe was known to have several beautiful women in tow. Perhaps this was one of his messenger.

"Oh, how rude of me, my name is Anita. Anita Dick. I have come to solicit your services," she smiled seductively. Joe looked her over wondering if she could afford his prices. Despite the revealing clothes, he could tell that they weren't cheap.

As if she read his mind she said, "I am willing to pay you anything you want. I work at the new hotel they just built down the street, as a performer, and I do quite well," she said persuasively.

"You mean that real classy joint? What's the name of that again?"

"The Platinum Palace. It's become quite popular." "Well, pull up a chair, Ms. Dick and tell me what I can do for you," he said in a more welcoming tone now that he was assured that no one had sent her.

"Please call me Anita." She smiled at him warmly, giving him a come hither stare. Joe could feel his cock getting hard. Damn. It's been a while since he had some pussy! He turned to Betty who sat on the other end of the office looking on Joe and Anita with her usual look of disapproval.

"Betty, why don't you take a break now and stop by Starbucks and get me a cup of Colombian" he said in a dismissing tone.

"I would if I thought you'd pay me back you cheap bastard," she muttered just loud enough for him to hear it. Betty made as much noise as she could before she sauntered out of the office, making sure she slammed the door behind her.

"She's something else," Anita remarked with an amused smirk on her face.

"Yea, something from another planet," he muttered. "What can I do for you doll?" he asked.

Anita's eyes narrowed momentarily. She hated when men called her doll or baby, but for some reason, coming from this guy it wasn't so bad, and he was kind of cute. He looked to be just short of six feet with a stocky build, dark curly hair, startling blue eyes, and that twelve o' clock shadow that worked quite well from him. He was definitely not Mr. GQ, but he was cute, and she needed him. He was her last hope.

"I need your help desperately. I dance at the Platinum Palace as a show girl, and of course after the show there are always men sending us girls flowers and gifts. It's part of the job really. Anyway, my good friend who dances with me, who also happens to be my roommate, met this guy Mickey. He would sent her flowers and jewels, you name it. My friend is the naive type from a small town, and she saw these gifts as some sign of love or something, well I knew that Mickey only wanted one thing. He's the sleazeball type, if you ask me. She started hanging out with him more and more, and I tried to warn her about him but she wouldn't listen. She said that Mickey cared about her. Well, now she's missing." Anita finished tearfully.

"This sounds like a police matter if you ask me."

"I did go to the police, and the only thing they told me was to file a missing person's report. I've gone to just about every detective agency in town but no one wants to take my case. You are my last hope, if you turn me away, I just don't know what I'll do. I'm so worried about her." Anita burst into tears.

Joe never being one to handle a crying female, got up uncomfortably and patted her on the shoulder in reassurance. When her sobs subsided, he pulled his chair directly in front of her. "Now, calm down Anita, and tell me first how long she's been missing and tell me why you're so worried. Surely your friend can take care of herself."

"But you don't understand. Honey is the type that is so trusting. She trusts everyone and that can be a dangerous thing in this city. She has been seeing Mickey for about a month and one day she just didn't come home. Whenever she was away from the apartment from time to time she would leave a message, and she certainly wouldn't run off without notifying our boss at work. She's been gone for two weeks now. I saw that slimeball Mickey in at the hotel a couple nights after she disappeared. I confronted him after the show. Can you believe that bastard was giving one of the other girls flowers, another small town type. I asked him what he did with Honey, and he asked me who I was talking about. He acted as if he didn't know she was. I told him that if he didn't tell me what happened to her, then I would call the police. He turned really nasty then and called me a crazy bitch and if I was looking for trouble he would be happy to provide it for me." Anita clasped her hands tightly in front of her and Joe could tell that there was something that she wasn't telling him.

"There's something you're not saying, toots, and if you're just wasting my time, you can leave."

"Oh, please don't throw me out. I'll tell you everything!" she whined.

"Start talking."

"Well, you see, Mickey has connections. He's a big shot in this town. He owns a few casinos, has his hands in a lot of things here and there."

"And?"

"Have you heard of The Maltese club?"

Joe paled at the mention of the infamous club. "Exactly what does this Mickey character have to do with the Maltese club?"

"He owns it."

"What? But that club is rampant with mob types, everyone in this town knows that. You mean, the Mickey you're talking about is Mickey Bellini, the mobster's son."

"Exactly. Now do you see why I'm so worried about Honey?"

"Yes, I suppose, but what would you like me to do about it?"

"I want you to find my roommate for me or at least assure me if everything is OK. I am willing to advance you the money."

"You show a lot of concern for a mere roommate. What exactly was this girl too you? Why are you willing to pay a lot of money for this woman who isn't a relative?"

"She's like a sister to me. I've only known her for a little while. We've only been roommates for a few months but we've become very close."

She's lying, he thought. "I'm not getting any of this."

"Can't you just trust me? I'm willing to put up a lot of money to know her whereabouts. I would think that you could use the money," she said disdainfully as she looked around the ratty office.

Cunt, he thought. She was hiding something and he knew it, but he could use the money. "Seven hundred dollars a day. Can you handle that?" Joe asked. Anita, didn't bat an eye, which puzzled him again. This case could take a week, maybe two or three. No matter how well Showgirls did, did they have that kind of money to be throwing around? He took it one step further, "I want three grand up front, cash, or cashier's check."

"Yes, I will get it to you tomorrow first thing. This is my number, and cell phone if you need to contact me," she said writing the numbers on a slip of paper. Joe in turn handed her his card with all his numbers of contact. She then went on to tell him what she knew about Mickey, and ideas of where her roommate may be. She also gave a picture of her friend Honey. Judging from the photograph, Honey Pot certainly didn't look the naive type. A blonde curl fell over one eye casually and the look in her other eye, promised things to come. She looked like the type of woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

Anita promised Joe that she would stop by his office around to ten to drop off a check for him. When their business had concluded she sashayed out of his office just as she had come in. Oh, how he wanted to ram his cock into that, he thought. Just as Anita was walking out Betty walked in with only one cup of coffee. She made a big production of taking a sip in front of him before moving back to her desk. Bitch.

On Joe's way home, he drove by the Maltese club slowing down slightly as he cruised by. It was one of ritzy play where the drinks were high and so were the women. It was a gentleman's club of sorts. The big attraction at the club was this singer, Ivana Hump, a black sultry singer, with a body to die for. Her picture was posted at the side of the door. He had glimpsed at the picture once before, and she was certainly a hot number. Her picture made her look like every bit of the Ebony goddess that they had made her out to be. If his wired hadn't been crossed, he was pretty sure that he had heard something about her having a thing with Mickey, which was another thing that was so puzzling about this whole thing. Now that he thought about it, he was sure that he had heard something about them having a long ongoing thing. If this Ivana was the sexy siren that people made her out to be, what was Mickey doing with Honey Pot, and why was Anita so concerned. Something just didn't add up, then the thought of the money that Anita was to give him the next day eased his thoughts.

When he got home that night he poured himself a glass of Vodka and leaned back in his Lazy-Boy. It would help him get some sleep. It was the nights when he missed Sally the most. He missed the way her warm body felt snuggled up to him. Sally with the bluest eyes and the warm smile. Her beautiful blonde hair would shine like spun gold in the sun.

He closed his eyes and was startled to hear a knock on the door. He almost spilled the vodka that he was holding but carefully placed it on the table before going to see who was at the door. Sally stood there with suitcases in hand. "Sally?" Joe asked in a tone of disbelief. "I've come home baby... if you will have me back," she said uncertainly. She looked just as he remembered. For an answer he grabbed her and pulled her inside shutting the door firmly behind her.

"Oh baby, I missed you so much, don't ever leave me again, I promise, things will be better this time, I'm going to gambler's anonymous and I will be spending more time with you, we can start that family----" She silenced him by placing a finger on his lips. "Shut up and kiss me," she ordered. Joe needed no further encouragement. He kissed her hungrily, like a man starving. His tongue stabbed into her mouth tasting her sweetness, and reacquainting himself with the contours or her mouth. His hands roamed freely on her bottom, squeezing the firm flesh, and grinding her crotch into his.

Damn she felt good. He missed it so much, "I love you." He murmured as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She was wearing a dress the buttoned down the front. As he unbuttoned each button, he kissed each inch of flesh that he revealed as he moved down further until he pulled the piece of clothing off of her body. She locked her fingers in hair, and moaned out loud as he focused his attention on her breasts. He removed her bra with ease, before burying his face in her generous breasts. He missed laying his head against them and licking her huge red silver dollars nipples.

He ran his tongue along the sides of her breast before taking a nipple in his mouth sucking on it earnestly. Sally was making those little noises in her throat that he liked so much. He played with her tits some more before running his tongue down the length of her belly, taking his time, then moving down to remove her panties with his teeth. He especially missed her big hairy bush, and the scent of her. He ran his lips along her outer thigh teasing her, until she squirmed uncontrollably. He loved grinding his face against her pussy.

"Oh yes," she moaned. He knew exactly what she wanted. He placed his mouth over her wet pussy and sucked first the swollen lips, before taking a finger to separate them so that he could access her waiting clit. He sucked and licked as she grew wetter and wetter. His face was soaked as her juices poured out of her. His cock was rock hard by now and he wanted to stick it in her so bad, but he wanted to make her cum first. He wasn't disappointed because as continued to work his tongue and fingers on the wet slit, her body stiffened and then she began to shake. He lapped up her cum as it came oozing out of her. He was still fully dressed so he hurried to undress. His cock was throbbing by now. He spread he legs wide, before positioning himself to enter her. Just as he was about to thrust in, the phone rang. "Ignore it baby," she said, which was what he planned to do, but it kept ringing and ringing.......

The phone was ringing when he opened his eyes. God Damnit! It had been a dream, and to make matters worse, he had the biggest hard on that he had ever had. he should have known that that was just too good to be true. Shit, the phone was still ringing.

"Yea?" he growled in the phone when he finally answered.

"Mr. Steele, I hope that this isn't an inconvenient time for you but I was wondering if you could come over, to my apartment" It was Anita.

"Look, sweetheart, I have had a rather long day, and I'm about to hit the sack. Besides you haven't even paid me so you can't expect me to be coming at your beck and call."

"What if I told you that I will up the ante. I have five thousand dollars in cash right now, in addition to what I've already promised." The promise of cash perked him up right away. That was enough to get Roscoe of his back forever. Joe agreed and Anita gave him her address.

When he arrived at her apartment and made his way to 33-B. He knocked on the door and before he could knock again Anita opened the door with an agitated expression on her face. Joe noticed how pale she was and he could tell that something was wrong. "What's wrong doll? What's going on?"

"Umm, the money is on the table. Please take it now," she said in an agitated voice. Joe spied a stack of one hundred dollar bills on the table, hesitantly he looked at her to try to figure out what was wrong with her but his greed got the better of him and began to count out the money. He hurriedly stored the bills into his coat.

"Now what is this all about? And how did you get your hands on all this money right away?" he asked.

"Oh, I keep a stash around here for emergencies," she said off handily, "I got a call from Mickey."

Joe looked at her puzzled. "What about?"

"He knows that I've been asking questions around town about Honey and wants me to stop, but can't you see? I can't stop. If I don't find Honey, I don't know what I'll do," she wailed. Joe knew then and there that she was definitely hiding something and he intended to find out what.

He grabbed her by the arm and shook her roughly. "What is going on? What is your conflict with this Mickey Bellini? From what I understand he has a thing going with the singer Ivana Hump who works in his club so what's the story with Honey?"

At first Anita looked at him mutinously and that made him shake her harder and then she broke down in sobs. "It's no big secret that Ivana is his main woman, but there have been others. He always goes back to her though. Oh my God, I don't know where to begin," she said tearfully taking a seat.

"How about from the beginning and this time try not to leave anything out."


The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 1



Ch. I: Murder in 33-B

Joseph Masterson, Ph.D., was a professor of religious studies at a major university in Los Angeles. He was a trim, alert handsome man of forty-three with a thin moustache, sharp eyes and impeccably dressed. He flashed around big-time money and had quite the eye for the ladies. Which is why Las Vegas was his favorite place and he made it a point to visit every few months. Joseph was also one of the world's foremost collectors of ancient jade artifacts which was the most important reason he was in sin city this time.

Lilith was playing Blackjack at Joseph's favorite inn when he first saw her. He thought she was way out his league, and everybody else's for that matter. She was something beyond beautiful he thought. Very tall, long black shiny hair, green eyes, a strange beauty mark on her forehead and the face of a devilish angel. A goddess. Her red velvet mini-dress was so skin tight it looked like it was painted on. It had an open back with a multi-tipped wicked collar.

The lady was winning and seemed to have real skill at the game. Joseph was not doing well as usual. The Japanese fellow with him, Miyuki Huang, was doing much better. Neither of the two gentlemen could believe the language the lady was using. Lilith kept saying "Lick Me!" whenever she wanted a hit. She used terminology like "Ernest Hemingway becomes a man" and "Franklin's ace" and the dealer never blinked an eye. He seemed to comprehend her lingo perfectly.

Joseph took a break from the table when Lilith did, and he followed her into the lounge. "Do you mind if I join you?" he asked politely as she sat at a small table in the back.

"Please do, I like company. You didn't seem to be doing well at the table. My name is Lilith."

Joseph introduced himself and said, "No, I wasn't doing very well but you are an incredible player. Of course, you have a distinct advantage. Who can pay attention to cards when you are at the table?"

Lilith laughed and said, "Maybe, but it might help if you did things like play to seventeen when the dealer's up card is a seven or higher, play to twelve and stop when the dealer's card is a six or lower but higher than a three, and stuff like that."

They ordered a drink. "Yours would of course be a Bloody Mary," he joked.

Joseph was thoroughly impressed by Lilith's obvious intelligence and razor sharp wit. Very different than the coeds who frequented his classes he thought, but not much older. He was astounded by her knowledge of history, religion and scripture.

Joseph was not sure if she was actually flirting with him or just teasing and tantalizing him in a friendly way. He said to himself he had to keep her interest if he was going to get anywhere with this one.

"You know of course that Lilith was the first vampire and invented fellatio. Her goal in life was to suck the life force out of a man, his blood and his semen." That being said, Joseph paused, and Lilith roared in laughter. He took that as a cue to continue.

"Lilith was a parasitical predator who used her greatest weapons, her incredible beauty, her aura of sensuality and the skills taught her by supernatural beings to lure men into her snare." Joseph quoted passages from the bible, Isaiah 34:14 and elsewhere, to document his statements. He also said he had copies of Dead Sea Scroll fragments that clinched it.

"Oh, you are simply a shit! Not again! A chick who rides a Harley always gets stereotyped."

"You got a Harley?" he stammered. "Never been on one but I would love it."

"Yeah, right" but are you sure? "It's right outside. Let's go!" She picked up her cape on the way out. Actually it was a distressed brown long leather duster she had dyed green. Large front pockets, backslit with snaps, adjustable cuffs, leg straps and a removable cape.

Joseph couldn't back down now, it wouldn't be the manly thing to do, much to his chagrin.

"That's quite a bike," was all he could say when he saw the Fatboy, and that he said rather weakly.

"Yeah, I like it," Lilith responded nonchalantly. "1993 custom built Fatboy. S & S rods and pistons, Edelbrock hand ported heads, Sifton 141 cam, PM 4-piston rear caliper, Lepera bare bones solo seat with gel pak, Merch performance case, Truett & Osborn flywheels, S & S Super-E with thunderjet, Dyna 2000 ignition and single fire coils, Pro-1 billet forward controls, Avon Super Venoms. It's a cool bike. Actually, I have a '51 Panhead I like better. You saw 'Easy Rider' right?"

Joseph was speechless. Yes, he did see 'Easy Rider' but he didn't particularly want to be in the sequel. He put on one of the German army helmets with the Y-strap and she put on the other. Quite unusual he thought. All of this was unusual but he thought he best play along because he said to himself he would just die for one night with this woman.

Joseph definitely did not take well to Lilith's wheelies and leaning on the curves. He was holding on for dear life and not even in a sensual way.

"Those aren't life preservers," she yelled over her shoulder as Joseph kept squeezing her breasts in a death grip.

Lilith couldn't tell whatever it was Joseph had for lunch. It just looked like vomit to her. But she was quite sure the beetle juice would work better on an empty stomach, and because she had achieved her objective, she turned around and headed back to the hotel.

"You are definitely no biker!" she said to Joseph and chuckled. He was relieved the lady was not ticked off he had barfed on her green cape, which looked very expensive.

"The Dead Sea Scrolls?" she asked, her interest still piqued as they returned to the bar and ordered another drink.

"Yes, yes" he eagerly attempted to continue.

"Wait, wait" she interrupted him. Joseph didn't notice Lilith pull on the waist of her red velvet mini-dress to display even more cleavage. As he gazed down the front, he was not about to argue with anything she said.

Lilith knew he was looking and Joseph knew she knew. "Well, you squeezed the hell out of them when we on my bike, so I guess it's OK if you take a real good look." She broke out in laughter again. "Joseph, I said 'wait' before you start about the Dead Sea Scrolls because my left foot is itching like crazy, would you scratch it for me, please?"

He hit his head on the table on his eagerness to get under there and play with her tootsies and was glad she couldn't see his red face.

"Oh my! You have such a nice soft tickling touch," she said so erotically he thought.

"What are you doing under there Joseph," she finally said as people began to stare. "I knew I should have worn panties."

When Joseph finally came up for air, Lilith said, "Hurry up and finish your drink. I'll buy you dinner. I'm famished!" Joseph's drink looked cloudy as he sat at the table once again. "Did you put something in my drink?"

"Well sure I did!" and she laughed loudly and he couldn't help join her in the mirth.

"I put some beetle juice in your drink. Pulverized emerald green blister beetles, you know, the Cantharis Vesicatoria, more commonly known as the Spanish Fly."

"Huh?" was about all he could muster up at that.

"Do you not know that the Marquis de Sade utilized a concoction of the same pulverized beetles to entice young ladies to participate in his orgies. Unfortunately he occasionally used a little too much and poisoned his feminine friends."

"Really?" he responded in as he regained his composure somewhat.

"Really. And two thousand years ago the Roman whore, Livia, who was married to one of the Nero boys and also Augustus, used a little of the stuff to flavor the food. No wonder the entire imperial family engaged in many sexual indiscretions and perversions she later used against them."

"What about the Spanish Fly results in death?" Joseph asked as he was becoming more and more intrigued. This girl can spin some yarns as good as I can he thought.

"Cantharidin is the poisonous substance in these pulverized beetles. Normally two grams will certainly result in a fatality within a few hours. Not to get medically technical, but prior to death the preliminary symtom is priapism. You know, a hard on that won't go away no matter what."

Joseph felt as though he was getting one of those hardons at that very moment so he suggested they go into the dining room.

"I can't let her monopolize the conversation," Joseph said to himself as they were contemplating the menu. She will mesmerize me with that sultry voice he thought. "Change the subject?" was his foremost thought and "How can a woman get the best of me intellectually? I'm a doctor of philosophy. I'm the man!"

Joseph suspected he could divert Lilith's attention from talking about sexual matters by expounding upon his "Sasquatch" theory. Bigfoot, or Sasquatch, the common Native American terminology, was his peculiar fetish. He was quite pleased when Lilith asked to order for both of them.

The waiter was Jewish and spoke Hebrew. And so did Lilith! Joseph couldn't believe his ears. Of course, he was fluent in Hebrew and joined the conversation. She was so kind as to let him order the wine.

"We would like the Shepherd's Pie," she instructed the waiter. "Salad and an appetizer, you pick, surprise us." The Jewish waiter was just as infatuated with this woman as Joseph was, he was hanging on her every word.

"What is Shepherd's Pie, exactly?" Joseph asked.

"It's delicious! I've had it here before and it is absolutely my favorite. Irish potatoes and Hebrew meatballs."

Lilith smirked devilishly and continued, "Hebrew meatballs are goat's testicles boiled in milk. The recipe comes from the 'Kama Sutra' where it states the delicacy dramatically increases sexual vigor."

Joseph gasped and almost fainted in shock at this revelation.

"Oh Joseph, you are so much fun to tease! Lighten up will ya?"

They thoroughly enjoyed their long and leisurely dinner. Joseph did most of the talking. Lilith seemed captivated by his talk of the Sasquatch. He thought himself quite witty when he started off on the subject with, "Are the tabloid headlines like 'Beautiful Women Help to Lure Bigfoot' and 'Sasquatch Likes to Study the Ladies' true?"

Joseph asked questions like, "Is the Bigfoot a man, beast or an aberration that resulted from the sexual perversions of the fallen angels thousands of years ago? Why do Native American legends abound regarding bigfoot like creatures? The Sasquatch of our country, the Yeti of Asia, the Mapinguari of the Amazon region, the Yowie of Australia, the Abominable Snowman of the Himalayas are all what?"

And then he answered his own questions. "Bigfoot are mutants. Their ancestors are Nephilim, fallen angels. The fallen angels who came to earth and copulated with women. Bigfoot, Sasquatch, are giants. Decendents of the giants of the bible like Goliath and Og of Bashan. A dormant recessive supernatural gene has caused significant genetic damage over the past 6,000 years. They remain, however, incredibly intelligent despite their outward appearance. There are numerous photographs and footprints of Bigfoot in evidence. Sightings are increasing but they are extremely elusive and dispose of the remains of the dearly departed."

"Of course you can prove all this," Lilith interrupted.

"Sure can. One of my colleagues has obtained a hair sample from a Sasquatch and has isolated a sequenced mitochrondial gene fragment to determine the phylogenetic affiliation of the creature."

"What does that mean in plain English?" she interrupted again.

"The research has determined conclusively that Sasquatch is far more human than ape. My colleague and others like him are afraid to publish their research lest they be subject to great public ridicule, despite the overwhelming evidence."

Lilith interjected with a seductive smile, "And of course you were correct about yours truly. I am a vampire; I am Lilith the original demoness of the dark although I'm a little old for you dude, as in more than six thousand birthdays."

Joseph gasped at this last admission and Lilith saw the opportunity to change the subject to what she was most interested in. "Joseph, I heard you and that Japanese guy talking about something called the Black Dick. You also referred to it as the Charcoal Charmstone and the Maltese Fuckin' I think. What in the world was that all about?"

"Oh nothing much. Just business. Just an ancient piece of jade sculpture I would like to acquire and Mr. Huang is the intermediary. Embedded in the sculpture are two absolutely incredible emeralds. The piece is thousands of years old. From the Olmec era. We know it later belonged to the Aztecs in Teotihuacan but then it just simply disappeared. What family owned those jewels all those years we do not yet know. The piece is priceless probably, but I'm not sure Mr. Huang knows that. The Black Dick, Charcoal Charmstone and Maltese Fuckin' are just nicknames we gave it. It is a phallic symbol and has been coated with flat black latex paint to disguise it. Who wouldn't recognize jade and emeralds?" "C'mon dude, let's dance, all this talk and food is making me fat," she declared emphatically. There was a small band playing some good tunes.

Joseph was a very practiced devotee of the dance floor and every eye in the room was on them, dance after dance. Finally, the leader of the band announced they were taking a short break.

Lilith grabbed Joseph's hand and led him up to the band leader, a gentleman named Louie. "Do you take requests?" she asked demurely.

Louie's eyes also had been riveted on this gorgeous creature as she whirled and twirled. He winked as he said, "I'd do anything for you, honey. But the next set is country and western. Got to cater to the cowboys in the crowd."

"Cool!" she exclaimed and startled Louie with her enthusiasm. "Would you believe I'm a cowgirl and I can sing?"

Louie joined the pair at their table for a drink during the break. Lilith gave him a quick lesson on Dwight Yoakam's "Buenas Noches From a Lonely Room (She Wore Red Dresses)."

Louie just loved the tune and asked Lilith to tell the band how to play it, and he insisted she join him on the stage.

Lilith helped Louie start off the song.

"She wore red dresses with her black shining hair."

"She had my baby and caused me to care," he sang. Lilith whispered in his ear, "I sure hope not, I take pills."

"Then coldly she left me to suffer and cry," he warbled. "The only thing you are crying about, Louie, is that you didn't get to stick it up my bum yet," she whispered and he laughed.

"She wore red dresses and told such sweet lies," and on that note Lilith did a "Who Me?" pantomime.

The audience went wild with this act and wanted much more, and so did Louie, but she begged off with "Maybe later. I got to get back to the Blackjack table and make some more moola."

But Blackjack was not the game she had in mind at the moment. She asked Joseph, "You have a room in this hotel, do you not? Can we go up so I can freshen up a bit?"

"Yes, I do have a room. 33-B is just waiting for you and me." Joseph could not believe his good fortune. He never would have suggested such an idea but since it was her, what could a gentleman do but concur? Besides, he had been suffering from an incredible erection for hours which would have been rather visible had he not kept his long jacket buttoned.

At first, during dinner, Joseph thought Lilith was just joking with him when she took the leopard fur lined bondage cuffs out of her purse and put them around her wrists. "Quite the fashion accessory don't you think Joseph? Check out this velcro closure with the locking tongue roller buckle. I have a larger pair in my purse for ankles along with the straps to hook them up to whatever."

Joseph had a complimentary bottle of champagne in his room and they decided to imbibe. He was sitting on the bed and Lilith was sitting on a chair close to him.

Lilith took the cuffs off her wrists, took the larger pair out of her purse and asked seductively, "Would you like to try these on?"

"No, no" she corrected him when he eagerly stuck out his arms and lifted up his legs. "Take your clothes off except for your shorts," and he did so incredibly quickly.

Lilith attached the cuffs and the straps and hitched Joseph up to the bed. "You are at my mercy, as in, no mercy." She couldn't resist the temptation to walk on him but she did kick her spikes off and did so very gently. "I'm going to get into something more comfortable," and with that she picked up her purse and went into the bathroom.

Slipping her dress off quickly, she admired her image in just the garter belt and mesh stockings in the mirror. Her long painted red fingernails did look like claws.

The fangs were last. She had sculpted them herself with Fimo baked polymer clay and tooth dye. A little dental adhesive to hold them in place and she could bite even apples and other hard objects.

When she walked back in the room, Joseph gasped but he liked what he saw.

Lilith started by nibbling his neck with her fangs and raking her claws lightly over his chest and legs until she drew blood. She rubbed her stocking adorned feet all over his body.

Pulling on Joseph's boxer shorts, she got them down to his knees. "This isn't so easy when somebody is spread-eagled you know," she responded when he appeared amused by her struggling.

Lilith had Joseph in her mouth, all of him. She sucked him hard and fast and bit and nibbled until he screamed. This was a pleasure scream.

The vamp kept right on sucking and biting long after Joseph came; sucking and biting harder and harder. He began screaming again loudly. This was a terror scream. He told her what she wanted to know, the "secret," and then she removed her mesh stockings and stuffed them in his mouth. Not even the stockings could muffle the cries of anguish as she finished the job.

Lilith dropped a playing card on the bed as she walked out the door. It was the card she had lifted from the deck while playing blackjack; the Queen of Hearts.

The next morning the maid found Joseph still spread-eagled and restrained to the bed. She was able to summon security before she crumpled in shock. It was soon discovered that Joseph's penis was missing and all the blood was drained from his body.

To Be Continued...



The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 1



Ch. I: Murder in 33-B

Los Angeles, 1957

The moon hung low in the April sky and looked like it could have sweated all that rain. The streetlamps reflected up from the rain puddles lining 16th street in the City of Angels -giving water the edge found in fishnet stockings. Like the steam pouring from the street centers, the steam from the train station was white like a virgin's pillow -the mist of heat and travel.

"All aboard!" Came the cry from the tracks. Last minute travelers, and those fashionably late came running forward, tickets in hand. The conductor had a shy eye about him, like he knew something of a card trick and eyed the lagging passengers with the contempt saved for church goers who caught their neighbors sneaking of to speak-easies.

Hugo Kirby, caught sight of this conductor and made out his badge: W. Utley. "Not supposed to open that inside," was all Utley said, indicating Kirby's umbrella.

The umbrella was whipped shut with the bravado reserved for Old Western Towns and Kirby tipped his Fedora, "Suppose I ain't supposed to wear this inside, neither?"

And that's when the commotion started.

The storm of Madeline Cross. There she was, decked in a black party dress -a mockery of a funeral. Her lavish black hat. Her long black cigarette holder.

She was always surrounded by an entourage. Bodyguard. A personal photographer. Make-up girl. Hair girl. Secretary. All there to make sure that Miss Cross would be Miss 1958. Like she was Miss 1957 and Miss 1956 for Class Act magazine.

But she was alone tonight.

And Kirby would've missed her, but he knew that face anywhere. Burned into the back of his mind like the dying embers in the pipe of someone who'd kicked the habit long ago. He snorted at her.

"Mr. Kirby," she chimed, stepping toward him, staring up with that soft white skin. With those ruby red lips. With that touch of make-up on the cheek to make her look embarrassed. But the raised eyebrows gave her game away, she always acted like she'd be leaving with her marbles and yours when the game ended.

"Miss Cross," he said with his tongue in his cheek.

"Going to the end of the line?" She intoned, bemused.

"What about you?" He turned to face her. "Going all the way?"

She gave a husky chuckle, the kind that came from smoking cigarettes and drinking rum behind an officer's back. "Mr. Kirby..." She places a white glove on the handle, preparing to pull herself onto the train. "...if I'm going anywhere, it won't be with you."

"Las Vegas?" He asked with a dry smile.

He knew her ticket read the same. She narrowed an eye at Utley. "Sir. I have some personal items I would like to see carried into my room. 33-B."

"Right away, miss..." The crotchety man spoke with a touch of spittle. He blew a whistle and a black porter appeared in a sparkling uniform. He had no name tag. Few black workers did on this train line.

"Whatcha need, sir?" The man asked, too happy to help.

Madeline Cross looked the Negro man up and down with an eye lit somewhere between that of a scientist and good old fashioned lust. "I'm Miss Cross," she said, taking over the conversation and issuing instructions. "This bag... I want it in 33-B."

He nodded and went to speak, his large black hands taking up the bags.

"Excuse me," a skinny man -a family man asked from behind Madeline, "are there many Negro gentlemen working on this train?" It was obvious he was addressing Utley. Utley the conductor.

Kirby turned and observed the family. The father slim, the wife more slim, the daughter blooming, and the son reading a book. He quirked an eyebrow and turned back toward the black porter.

He was already boarding the train with the luggage, Madeline behind him. Utley stopped the porter, "Now, once this train is moving, you better get on to the back of the train like you're supposed to!"

"Yes sir," the porter beamed and ducked into the train, Madeline scooted up behind him.

Kirby listened a moment to Utley clearing up the matter of how many blacks were employed by the train and once the family was assured that these men wouldn't act like wild animals -that indeed the family would be safe, he boarded the train. Rolling his eyes, he thought Utley was the biggest bigot of the bunch.

Whew. Madeline. How long had it been.

Three years going on fifty.

The dining car was all full up and Kirby had to squint to find an empty seat. There were couples, families, lots of smoke and waiters with the elbow room of a seven year old girl. He smirked to himself, appreciating the omen before him. A train ride to Vegas and a blonde woman was sitting all alone.

"I'm Kirby," he said. "Hugo by the first name," he added after seating himself.

"That a fact?" She asked, not looking up from her menu to take in his charm.

"Going to Las Vegas?" He asked, knowing immediately afterward that he'd fumbled. She looked up with a dry smile. Blue eyes.

"Just put the bags down anywhere," Madeline said, turning to sit in her couch. She watched the porter set down her items as she smoked her cigarette.

He had some muscles, this specimen before her. It looked as if he would explode from the tight white shirt wrapped around him. She ashed on the floor.

"Yes ma'am," he said under his breath, choosing to set them to one side of the door. It was as if the weight of her bags or the ash on the floor that started the train.

Perfect timing. She smiled to herself.

"Have a name besides Porter?" She asked with a husk.

"Yes ma'am," he said, turning for the door. "James. James Hill."

"James Hill..." she said, standing to stop him. "Is it customary where you're from to introduce yourself and leave the room?"

"No ma'am," he said, turning to look over his white shoulder with his black skin. "I just got work to do is all. I didn't mean to be rude."

"Apologize then..." she muttered, approaching him.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"I didn't hear you..." Madeline breathed, now close enough for him to feel her breath on his neck. "...maybe it's that rock n' roll... tell me again." She could smell the sweat from a hard day at the train yard. "Tell me here..." She pointed at her ear.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said lowly, pitching it to her ear.

She rubbed the front of his pants with a lazy hand.

"Not good enough." She said.

The blonde had lit a cigarette and had still to introduce herself. Kirby could see she was an uphill battle, but anything worth having was worth fighting for. "Miss..." he said, humorously. "...I hear the swordfish is to die for."

"Mrs..." she corrected him, "and what swordfish?"

"Oh, you mean the menu!" He beamed. "Haven't read it yet..."

"And you meant...?"

"I was crude."

She mocked him with wide eyes and leaned back heavily in her seat. Her red dress falling some from a bare shoulder. "I'm shocked," she intoned.

"Your turn to shock me." He raised an eyebrow.

And he felt her nylon coated toes between his legs. His eyes went to hers and he could see them narrow. As if the smoke was getting to her. As if there was a heat going all around.

"I can't do this, ma'am..." James panted into her ear. He felt her breasts heaving against him. Her forgotten cigarette smoldering in the rug of the train car.

"Your tip will be amazing," she managed, bringing a hand around his back. He could feel her rubbing herself against his leg, trying to raise her skirt. "I hear these rumors... guess lots of us white women do..."

Through his slacks, he could feel the difference in texture rubbing against him. Her nylons, her hard skirt, her soft naked thighs slowly becoming revealed. And her full lips gasped against his ear.

"Is it true?" She said with a touch of her nose.

"Is what true?" He asked, playing innocent.

Her fingers gripped his zipper and before he could protest, her cold fingers grasped something a lot warmer. And a lot bigger. "Oh god," she whispered. "This is what I want... do you read magazines? I'm famous you know. And I'm infamous when I don't get what I want."

It was heavy in her hand. And hard. Maybe poor James Hill had never felt a nice pussy like hers. Hell, there were a lot of white men who had never felt a nice pussy like hers. She didn't think of her private parts as ordinary or simple. It was a gift.

"I can't, ma'am," he said, sighing in surrender as she stroked him.

"How big is it, James?"

"I don't know." He said, honestly.

Madeline dropped to her knees to admire its size. Size was always impressive. Be it mountains, be it buildings. Be it black cock.

And she was impressed.

"Anything to drink, sir?" The waiter asked of Hugo Kirby. The toes were rubbing his groin, coaxing quite the erection from between his placid legs.

"Uhm..." He began, gazing up at the waiter.

The Blonde narrowed her eyes with amusement. "Just the check..." She said, eyeing Hugo. "...we brought out own."

Madeline had never sucked any man's cock before. Though she had demanded a number of men and quite a few women do something similar to herself. Her lips fell open and she gazed on the erection with a hungriness that seemed older than puberty. She looked up at James in appreciation.

He looked ready to leave, so she gave him a reason to stay. She closed her lips over the erection, letting the head fill her mouth. She ran her tongue beneath it and out of her mouth as if trying to bring more in.

That was no good.

But James Hill appreciated what she was attempting and began stroking her red hair. Her own fingers went beneath her raised skirt and began rubbing her panties. Maybe she needed the touch or maybe she wanted to gauge for herself just how wet she was.

It was as if she had already come.

As if she had already spilled.

And the thought of that really did make her come.

She slipped her mouth from the prick and groaned.

The Blonde was laughing. Hugo was trying to figure out what was so funny.

He didn't have a room.

He was coach.

And she was married.

There was nowhere on this earth they could conceivably be alone.

"Where are we going?" He asked, praying this wasn't one of those come-fuck-me-while-my-husband-watches deals like they had back east. He was never up for performing in front of others. Maybe that's why things had gone sour with Madeline. Or was it his hair? He couldn't remember which.

"Your room!" She chirped.

"I haven't got a room..." He said with a shrug. The type of shrug that he'd given on a playground years before. She leaned up against a wall. The door there said 33-B.

And the other door... only feet away said: BROOM CLOSET.

She sucked on her pearl necklace, glancing between him and the door. Her smile clued him in.

"Put it in my pussy..." Madeline breathed, her breasts pushed into the couch, a cushion rubbing her chin. "...put it right in my white pussy..."

James now had his pants off. And walked toward her skirted ass holding his larger penis.

She felt the length of it touch the top of her skirt. She knew that wasn't a forearm or a banana. She knew that was the biggest cock ever and she knew she was going to get it.

Madeline was about to receive that thing she always wanted. She felt the black hands grip the skirt, fumbling with the material. The skirt was slipping in his clumsy hands.

"Tear it!" She cried over her shoulder.

And then the ripping.

The skirt.

The panties.

A part of her nylon.

And now the air... all muggy from their breathing, but cool all the same touched to her exposed pussy. "Put it in me..." She groaned. And he did. From behind her. He felt the head begin parting her pussy lips. And she wondered how if felt for him. White pussy.

James groaned. The fat head parting the giving lips of this woman. Her slippery insides demanding him. He felt her from inside squeezing him. And then the next inch followed. And the next. He kept breathing, not wanting to hurt this lady.

Madeline was gripping the couch, her eyes clenched.

"Yes..." She murmured as she felt him filling her. "Fuck me... you're gonna... show me... I need it... oh god..." Her chants were above a whisper. She felt him going into her piece by piece, her womb opening for him. That feeling inside of her was that feeling that came only from sneezing or cleaning of ears or coming after fucking for an hour.

Only it was continuous.

James groaned, having filled her.

"You ready, lady?" He asked with his first touch of aggression.

"Fuck me..." She managed, tears in her eyes.

The door shut behind them, Hugo's arms went around this blonde lady's. "Strange the door was unlock-" He began before she had her lips on his, pressing her body into his.

"You never told me your name." He said, breaking for a breath.

"Pam," she said. He suspected she was lying.

Her hands parted his jacket, rubbing his nipples beneath his shirt.

"Someone can come in here at anytime..." he said.

"Are you gonna come in here?" She asked, gripping his chest, rubbing up and down. He could smell her perfume. And he raised her skirt up. His mouth went to her neck.

James was pulled almost all the way out of Madeline and then slammed back into her. And he did it again. Harder, harder, and harder still. Each time, he got more bold. First, he gripped only her hips. And then the small of her back. But now.

Now his hands were on her breasts, smearing her blouse over her fine titties. His mind was wrapped around the idea of her letting him suck them. He wanted nothing more than to please this woman. Maybe she would hire him as her own sex slave. There were worse livings out there.

"Oh god..." she mumbled into the cushion. This man behind her was a fuck machine. He had maintained the pacing and the beat. His prick was pleasing her pussy in ways she'd never dreamed. As his fantastic cock kept slipping in and out of her now-accustomed cunt, she wondered if she'd become addicted. If she would need now only three things in life: coffee, cigarettes, and black cock. Her chin raised, shaking the thought off.

Fucking the black porter made her feel like a real slut. More than those posh parties she always attended. More than the orgies she'd been apart of in China. This was dangerous. This was real.

This was sex.

She began shaking again, thinking of what she was doing.

And James could feel her coming on his prick. It seemed to grow harder inside of her, responding to her muscles and her leaking. He cried out for the first time.

"How about some light?" Hugo asked, fumbling with a cord. The woman didn't respond. When the light came on, he was astounded with what was before him.

Her blonde hair was tossed from their love play. Her dress had slipped over her breasts, exposing their perfect shape... and their fine red tips. Her blue eyes had smudged make up and most of her lip stick was probably on him.

That's when he went to voice his approval.

And that's when the lights went out.

The lights went out all around them.

Madeline didn't know if it was how hard she was being fucked, or if it was the power. Maybe both.

Surprised James too.

No more light.

And then a shot in the dark. Madeline screamed.

Madeline felt James slip from her and fall to the floor. She turned to look over the shoulder. The door was kicked open and she saw a figure run out into the hallway.

"James?" She asked. "James...?"

In the darkness, Hugo fumbled for the doorknob.

The blonde was screaming from the gunshot sound.

"Shhh..." He said, trying to shut her up.

The door was locked.

To Be Continued...




The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 1



"Well, the truth is, I was involved with Mickey for a few months. He took me out on the town and showered me with jewelry and gifts and all I had to do was sleep with him every now and then. It was a satisfactory arrangement until the night he took me to the Maltese club, and he lead me to this room. There were probably eight or nine guys there, and before I knew it, they were all on me. They tore my clothes off and all took turns raping me, while Mickey stood there taking pictures. I was devastated. I called him a sick bastard and told him that I would never see him again, but he told me that it was him who ended things and not the other way around. Needless to say, I was too scared not to go back out with him."

"Why didn't you go to the police?" Joe asked.

"And be dead the next day, no thanks. He could make it happen you know. Well, he became more and more perverse in his little sex games, and I got fed up with it, but by this time he was losing interest in me anyway. He had his eye on Honey, and I warned her not to get involved with him, but she wouldn't listen to me. Mickey told me that is I tried to warn Honey off again, he would start circulating those pictures that he had taken of me. I'm ashamed to say it but I let her go out with him after that and now I haven't seen her in weeks."

"You're leaving something else out."

"I saw things happening in that club. Illegal things and Mickey knows that I know. I am so scared that maybe Honey saw some of those things too and went to the police. She could be dead now," she whispered with downcast eyes. Joe looked on her in disbelief.

"You want me to pin something on Mickey Bellini? Lady you are crazy if you think I will take this case." Joe was about to give the money back, but she halted him.

"No don't. Please at least think about it. Keep the money, at least until you've thought it over," she pleaded. Did he need the money that bad? Well, he had plenty of time to think about it at least. As he walked out of the apartment he had a feeling that something, still did not add up. Her story was still full of holes, and at some parts just didn't make sense. Was Mickey Bellini even involved in this tangled web? Something just didn't feel right and he was definitely going to find out what it was. Joe Steele was on the case.

Joe had only been asleep for about an hour when woke up to the ringing of the phone. "Hello?"

"Please you must come," Anita's voice sobbed on the other end. It sounded strangely weak."

"What's going on? Do you know what time it is lady?"

"Come now," she ordered and placed the phone down." Something in her voice made him obey. He dressed quickly without even hoping in the shower and sped off to Anita's apartment. He made it to Anita's apartment and to his surprise, the door was already ajar. When he walked in the room, he paled as he saw the body of Anita Dick laying in a pool of her own blood.

She had been shot.

To Be Continued...



The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 2



Ch. II: The Streets of Sin City

Frankie Mancuso was director of security for the establishment where Dr. Masterson had been found murdered in room 33-B. He knew better than to immediately notify the police. The maid who first discovered the body was sent off with an escort and a substantial amount of cash to visit her family in Mexico City.

The first person who Mancuso called was Charles Fish. Known affectionately as "Charlie the Tuna" to his friends, he had been a P.I. for more than forty years. Frankie's father, Jack Mancuso, had served with Charlie and often talked about the cold weeks they spent in Bastogne together in December 1944 while serving with the 101st Airborne. The Tuna, now seventy-seven, was partially crippled by arthritis and couldn't get around very well. Complicating his immobility was the fact that the radiation treatments he was currently undergoing for prostrate cancer were causing him to spend most of his time in the bathroom.

Charlie had been with the F.B.I. for ten years after the war and then became a private investigator. His broad client base ranged from ordinary citizens to Fortune 500 corporations and Lloyd's of London. He had been exposed to just about every type of illegal behavior and had been primarily responsible for solving several high-profile murder cases and many other unusual crimes. The Tuna had been retained by numerous police departments and governmental security agencies to conduct a variety of complex criminal investigations. He also on occasion was technical consultant to several rather famous authors of both crime fiction and nonfiction.

At this point in his long career and life, Charlie was financially and intellectually independent to the point where he could pick and choose his cases. He was fanatic about constitutional issues and often accepted a case because it involved a blatant violation of constitutional rights, which he considered detestable. Otherwise he selected cases which he found extraordinarily interesting to him personally and which nobody else seemed to be able to make much progress in solving. This case, the one Frankie Mancuso had described to him, Charlie agreed to accept because of his long friendship with Frankie's father.

The Tuna had numerous investigative operatives but the three girls were his obvious favorites. "Charlie's Angels" he called them which they hated. He often joked with them that he was the brains and they were the brawn, although he was quite certain all three were much more intelligent than he was. He liked to antagonize the girls with his favorite line from his favorite movie, The Maltese Falcon, "You've got brains. Yes you have." Then he would add, "And everybody wants a piece of your brain!" and start cackling.

What Charlie liked best about the three was that they were very willing to use the most effective means available to man, or in this case woman, to extract information. Not guns although he knew the girls never went without. Not torture. Not their style. These girls often used, well, let's just say they could tease and tantalize anyone to the point of verbose confession. Definitely his angels were the cure for lockjaw Charlie thought with a smile. The Tuna was often shocked by their liberated sexuality and they often tried to embarrass him. He knew they were not lesbians but they seemed to enjoy one another's company immensely. They were always touching and feeling and kissing each other and poking fun. A purely delightful trio.

Charlie knew Sal Slade was already in Vegas because she was at this very moment working a case for him. The case of the two very attractive younger women married to older doctors who mysteriously disappeared at the National Rodeo Finals in Vegas two months ago. They rode off with two tall dark Harley riding strangers. He was so fond of Sally and she was like the daughter he never had. Only Charlie and her mother called her Sally. No one else would dare. She was either Sal or Ms. Slade. And in his opinion the most beautiful creature God ever made. Tall, long blonde almost white hair, emerald eyes and the milkiest skin he had ever seen. She could almost pass for an albino but for her eyes. The kind of skin that would never tan and Sally often joked about her bouts with sun poisoning and said to give Caitlin and Kim the jobs that involve the beach and the bikinis. She'd take the dark bars. When he thought of her eyes, he thought of this Maltese Fuckin' rare jade piece with embedded emeralds Frankie Mancuso had mentioned in their conversation.

"Sally," Charlie began as soon as she picked up on her cell phone, "I've got a hot one, a really hot one. Get in touch with Caitlin and Kim and have them get here to Vegas as soon as possible. Once you have talked to them get over to my office and I'll begin to fill you in. Be here in an hour."

"How should I dress, Tunafish?" Sal asked seriously. Sometimes Charlie complained when she showed up in her jeans and Fucking Bruiser t-shirt.

"Get dressed to kill, Sally. I want to maximize the acquisition of information and minimize bullshit. We need to work fast on this before the police get involved and totally fuck it up. I fixed you up with a lunch date with one of the principal witnesses."

"Shame, shame, Tunafish! You shouldn't say that naughty word "F" word. And you complain about the variation of that word on my t-shirt. What a fucking hypocrite! Well, I guess you can say fuck. You are certainly too old to do it. I'll see you in an hour,"

"You're a good man, sister," Charlie responded as they both hung up.

Caitlin was living in western New York and told Sal she could be on a flight to Vegas in two hours so to expect her by dinner time, so make reservations at her favorite dining spot. Caitlin Cornplanter, Ph.D., was a Seneca born in the only city which lies within a reservation, Salamanca. She was one of the more than five hundred now living descendants of the great Seneca chief, Cornplanter. Chief Cornplanter's mother was a Seneca and his father was an Irishman, or so most said. Her hair was extraordinarily red and one would think she was a sassy Irish lass but for her rather dark complexion, buckskin garb and braids that usually hung over her breasts. And everyone said she had the most extraordinary sky blue eyes.

Doc, as Sal called her, was a professor at the Harvard Divinity School on indefinite sabbatical to complete her book, of which she would tell no one of the subject matter. She had been teaching courses on comparative religions and Native American studies. Being fluent in Hebrew and Greek and several Native languages, she occasionally taught a language course when the dean said he needed her. Dr. Cornplanter was also a lecturer at the Chautauqua Institution during summers and she kept cajoling Sal and Kim to spend some time with her there in the summer. She insisted it was one of the most intellectually and spiritually stimulating environments anywhere. Art, drama, religion, history, music. It had the best of everything so she claimed.

Kim Wright was a former resident of Las Vegas now living in Bloomington, Indiana. She told Sal she could easily get a flight to Vegas which would put her at McCarran International at about the same time as Caitlin so Sal could pick them up together. Kim was a stunning multi-racial woman. Her mother's name was Tran Thi Kim Hong, Vietnamese, and she died in an automobile accident when Kim was eight. Her father, Jesse Wright, was a black retired Army officer. He brought his wife to the states in 1970 and Kim was born in 1972.

Notre Dame was where Kim did her undergraduate work and first became interested in serial killers. She did her masters at Indiana where she was now close to completing her Ph.D. in Mass Communication with a required minor in Journalism. All she had left was her doctoral dissertation and an oral exam defending it. Her dissertation was on the media's treatment of female serial killers and she was planning on eventually turning that dissertation into a book. Kim had been an investigative reporter with the Las Vegas Review-Journal, the largest paper in Nevada, until six months ago when she resigned to concentrate on her other priorities.

While at Notre Dame in South Bend, Kim became interested in the serial killer Belle Gunness from LaPorte which was not far away. Almost ninety years ago Belle lured men to her LaPorte home with love wanted adds and murdered them. She faked her own death in a fire and was never apprehended. The much more recent case of Aileen Wuormos was also one which fascinated Kim and was the one which changed the nature of the typical serial killer profile. Aileen turned the tables on the male serial killers who offed prostitutes. She was a bisexual prostitute who murdered her johns along deserted highways. Once apprehended she confessed to disposing of seven men who picked her up hitch-hiking and then exchanged money for sex, then shot and robbed them and left their naked bodies beside their used condoms several miles from their abandoned cars. This is what fascinated Kim. Female serial killers who used sex to lure their victims into their trap. The ultimate femme fatale. When Sal called and briefly described the case, Kim could hardly wait.

Knowing Caitlin and Kim were on their way to sin city, Sal made her way to Charlie's office in her Toyota Land Cruiser. She had told the girls not to hassle with bringing their guns because she had some new toys for them. Charlie filled Sal in on what Frankie had told him about the murder of Dr. Masterson. "Sally, meet this Miyuki Huang, the fellow who was with the late Dr. Masterson just before his last date with Lilith, at noon," he said and handed her a card with the address.

Miyuki Huang was a yakuza. Japenese Mafia. He was the so-honbucho, the territory chief and responsible not only for Las Vegas but all of California and every other thing west of the Mississippi River. Huang was overseer of everything from money laundering to nanotechnology.

Mr. Huang was seated at a booth at Kady's Coffee Shop at the Riveria waiting for Ms. Slade. Nearby tables were occupied by his bodyguards. Sal strutted in the place in a black short and sleek midi bandeau. No straps, all you could see was curves and it molded perfectly and contrasted dramatically with her milky white skin. She snuggled up in the booth right next to Miyuki and said demurely, "Hey slant eyes, what's this Black Dick, this Charcoal Charmstone, this Maltese Fuckin' that everybody's all steamed up about? Start talking before I send you out for sushi."

The so-honbucho roared with laughter. Just the right touch to really get his attention Sal thought. He put his hand just under the edge of her midi bandeau, above the lace of her nude beige thigh-tops with pink lace and just barely touching her almost matching pink cupid thong. She didn't remove his hand but instead looked him in the eye and startled him with, "You behave or I'll shit in your pillow!"

They got along famously over their light lunch and Sal let him keep his hand where it was as long as he promised to keep it still. Miyuki revealed certain details regarding the subject of which Sal was most interested. "It is locked in my safe at my office in Los Angeles and heavily guarded," he confided. "I am sworn to secrecy regarding how I acquired it and who possessed it all these years. It is not mine. I am the negotiator for the owner. Although I certainly can't let you view or hold it at this time, I will give you these pictures."

The pictures were obviously Polaroids and one was before the application of the black coating and one was after. "Well, tell me about it, Mr. Huang, please?"

"I don't think so, Ms. Slade. The individual I represent does not want much about it disclosed, particularly regarding its ownership over the past several thousand years. He does want to sell it so some description has to be provided via pictures and such. A serious buyer would be permitted to visually inspect it."

"I'll let you slide your hand up further inside my panties. How does that sound, dude?" His eyes began to glaze and he began to drool ever so slightly. "But not now. I have to rush off to the airport and pick up my two girlfriends. I'll call you either this evening or tomorrow morning. You do understand, Mr. Huang, that your life could be in danger? I see your bodyguards. I know you are well protected. But still, you take care." With that she was hurriedly off.

Kim's plane landed first and Caitlin's flight arrived only fifteen minutes later. They rounded up the luggage and threw it in the back of Sal's Land Cruiser. "Let's see the toys, Sal," Caitlin insisted. "I feel naked without mine."

"Holy shit, girlfriend!" Kim exclaimed, "where did you get that arsenal?"

"It's a long story which I'll tell you later. You can rest assured I didn't pay for any of it. A gift from a very satisfied client who happens to be a gun dealer. I recovered his irreplaceable antique firearms which were stolen. You should have seen some of that stuff. A French Model 1822 Service Pistol, a Civil War Lemat Percussion Revolver, a British Flintlock Sea Pistol, a Silver Mounted Queen Anne Pisol and a Blunderbus with a spring bayonet."

Caitlin perused the selection of Ruger pistols and revolvers. She picked up and admired the Ruger Super Redhawk .44 magnum revolver. It weighed three pounds and the barrel was 7 1/2 inches long. "Yeow, that's too much gun for me." She then picked up the Ruger KP97D .45 pistol which weighed half as much. "I'll take this one." Kim selected a Ruger P94 9mm which was just slightly bigger than the one Caitlin chose.

"What are you packing, Sal?" Caitlin asked.

"These Rugers are nice but I'm not giving up my Glock 27. Easier to hide in a place that's quicker to get to, if you know what I mean."

"Well, now that we are all armed and dangerous," Caitlin said with a chuckle, "let's eat. I'm starved! We are going to my favorite place, right?"

"Is that all you think about, eating?" Kim joked. "Some things never change. Me, I am just so damn happy to be back on the streets of sin city. Yes! Do you have any idea how fucking boring Bloomington is?"

Caitlin's favorite place was off the beaten path in a shopping center off the I-95 Lake Mead Boulevard West exit. A cafe and wine bar. "I would like a bottle of Peju and bring a bottle of Gaulach Bundschu for these two. I'll have the poached salmon and they will each have the steamed little neck clams and New Zealand mussels." They each knew very well what the others liked when it came to wine, food and most other things.

Sal had told Kim and Caitlin what she knew of the case on the way over. How Dr. Masterson and Lilith met at the blackjack table, their dinner and dancing, her Harley and the fact his body was found with all the blood drained from it and his penis missing. "Let's get to a possible motive. This Maltese Fuckin' thing. Doc, look at these Polaroids. What do you make of it?"

"Well," Caitlin began, "the one here without the black paint is very interesting. It reminds me of a 3,000 year old jade sculpture called the Kunz Axe which has been in the American Museum of National History for more than a hundred years. The Kunz Axe is a part human, part beast representation of an Olmec chief who has transformed himself into a jaguar. The Olmecs were obsessed with powerful predators such as the jaguar. And owls. You do know Lilith is a Hebrew word which means screech owl, do you not?"

"In the event you are wondering, my ancestors came from Asia across the Bering Strait into North American many thousands of years ago. When they arrived, North America was already inhabited. The giants, the Olmec, were already here. They were pyramid builders who were obsessed with skulls and bones and other symbols of death and life, such as phallic symbols. They practiced cannibalism. My people, the Iroquois, and the Mengwe defeated the Olmec and drove them far south."

"Now this jade Maltese Fuckin' is certainly a phallic symbol which most likely was an object of worship. A charmstone is what we call this sort of object today although we do not know what the creators called them. Modern Native Americans, depending on the Native language call these charmstones such words as 'unuk' and 'kwungate' which are loosely translated as 'mysterious thing' and 'medicine stone.' Many charmstones which are thousands of years old have been found many places in South and Central America. Many have been found in northern coastal California which are exactly this shape, a double-ended human penis. But of course those charmstones were not made of jade as this one is. They were usually made from a common dark gray stone called amphibolite schrist."

"These two emeralds embedded this jade charmstone appear to be very rare and valuable. Look at the color. Light emerald green like your eyes, Sal. The lighter the green the more valuable the emerald. The fewer inclusions and less chromium which provide the green color. I just can't imagine what these two emeralds are worth but I will tell you that ones of this quality are rarer and worth more than diamonds of comparable quality and carat weight."

They were interrupted by the waiter and their dinners and all three knew that business talk was over for this evening. They hadn't seen each other for awhile and just wanted to have fun and leisurely enjoy the food and light conversation. Two hours later they were working on desert. Trifle with ladyfingers, expresso, mascarpone cream and imported liqueur.

"How would you two like to spend the rest of the evening?" Sal asked. "Gambling, a show, dancing, what's your pleasure?"

"Sal, speaking of charmstones, do you still have that Fucking Bruiser we had so much fun with?"

"Yes!" Kim exclaimed. "That thirteen inch flexible double dong with the penis head at each end?"

"Yes, I sure do still have good old Fucking Bruiser."

"Let's go play!" the three squealed almost in unison and giggled uncontrollably. Soon they left for Sal's condo.

The three shed their clothes and relaxed in the Jacuzzi for an hour, sipping from the bottles of wine they had brought with them from the restaurant. Sal had printed some stories from an erotic web site, Literotica, which they were reading. "Now, keep both hands on the stories girls. We don't want them getting wet," Sal chided. "And don't pee or cum in the water because the water will turn red. This Jacuzzi is protected by pee and cum detector, you know."

When they got out they toweled each other off, admiring each other's bodies and marveling how different physically they each were. "Kim, you are so smooth down there," Caitlin whispered as she nibbled her ear and felt between her legs. "What are you using?"

"A depilatory called Magic. Best stuff I ever used. Very mild. You two should try some. On second thought ..." Kim paused as she admired Sal and Caitlin with her eyes and then with her fingers. Their nether hair matched the hair on their heads and she knew it wasn't from some bottle. Sal was so almost white blonde and Caitlin was so flaming red.

They played with the Fucking Bruiser and each other for hours. At one point Sal and Kim each had one end of the double dong inside herself and they were smacking their asses up against the other and keeping the good old boy from slipping out with their fingers. Caitlin began laughing hysterically.

"Uh, uh," Kim could barely talk, "what the fuck is so funny, Caitlin?"

"I dunno. I was just thinking about what a great advertisement this would make for racial harmony. With pictures. Fucking Bruising brings a white girl and a black girl together, bumping butts. That's it! The cure for ending racial tension and discrimination. Fucking Bruiser!"

"Shut up, Doc, you stupid squaw!" Sal shouted.

"Sal, I told you the word squaw is a word of Algonguin origin which means prostitute or female genitalia."




The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 2



Ch. II: The Streets of Sin City

"Shit!" Hugo swore, as he grappled with the door lock. "Shit. It's locked!" The blond was still screaming. He fumbled for the light cord and with trembling fingers pulled it but nothing happened. "Shit!" he yelled. The main corridor light switch must have been flicked. He kicked the door.

There was screaming from the room opposite and high pitched screaming from his own room.

"Shut the fuck up," he yelled at the blond.

"I'm shot," she moaned, "I'm shot!" Hugo cast an eye at her through the dim light.

"No, you're not," he brushed her aside. "It came from the cabin on the other side of the corridor." Hugo cast his mind back. What was the name of that cabin? Thirty something... Then it came to him. It was 33B. Suddenly he remembered. "Oh my god, Madeline!"

"What?" the blonde looked up from her sobbing.

"The cabin in which the shot was fired was 33B! Madeline said her room was 33-B! She may be shot!" He ran towards the door. "Madeline! Madeline!"

"Who the fuck is Madeline?" she snapped.

"She may be dead!" Hugo yelled. He started hammering on the door. "Help! We need some help in here!"

The blonde dramatically collapsed on the floor. "I may be dying!" she yelled. "Had you thought about that!" Hugo turned, exasparated. "You're not dying," he snapped. "There's no blood, no bullet. Can't you fucking see that? It's not that dark in here!"

"How would you know!" she shrieked. "You're not dying!"

"No, but Madeline might be! Now shut the fuck up and let me clear my head!"

After what seemed like an eternity, the train stopped. Hugo could hear passengers' muffled gasps and shrieks. There was a murmuring and Hugo heard a man's voice shouting.

"Stand aside, clear away, let me through! I'm the conductor here!" It was Utley. Hugo started hammering on the door.

"Help! We're locked in here! Let us out!" he yelled. "There's no key," he heard Utley say on the other side of the door. "Stand aside. We'll break it down."

Hugo grabbed the blonde and pulled her to the very back of the broom cupboard. After several attempts in which the door merely stood fast and creaked, Utley and two other male passengers successfully kicked it down. Utley hurried over to them. Hugo stood up and let him through to the blonde.

"Are you okay, Miss?" he asked, pulling her up.

"You've got to save Madeline!" Hugo yelled.

"Is she Madeline?" Utley looked at the sobbing blonde.

"No, she's Pam!" Hugo sighed. The blonde shook her touseled hair and leant against the conductor.

"No," she whispered dramatically. "I'm Sam Randall." The conductor threw down his hands.

"Who the fuck are you two?" he yelled in exasperation. Hugo grabbed him by the shoulders.

"I'm Hugo Kirby, she's Sam or Pam, it makes no difference, for the one who I'm trying to tell you to find is Madeline! She's in Room 33-B where the fucking shot was heard!"

The conductor pushed Hugo away. He pointed to the porters. "You, go check on Room 33-B with him. And you, go turn the main lights on" He looked at the blonde again. "Are you okay, Miss?"

"No," she whispered. "I think I'm shot!"

"She's just in shock," Hugo explained. "It's Madeline who may be in danger."

Utley gestured to another porter. Take this lady to a compartment where she can recover. The rest of you, go back to your rooms. There's nothing to see here." The crowd of people filed back down the corridors, murmuring amongst themselves. Hugo and Utley, who was holding a torch, went across to the door of Room 33-B where the porters were knocking on the door.

"Miss?" one of them asked. "Are you alright in there?" Utley pushed them away impatiently. "Leave them to me," he said. He knocked on the door. "Miss," he consulted his papers, "Miss...Cross? Open the door, I'm the conductor. "

There was no reply. Hugo could hear sobbing. The conductor tried again. "Miss Cross, open this door at once! I am William Utley, the conductor. Let me in at once, I say!" Still no answer. Angrily, Utley tried the door. The handle turned and the door opened at once surprisingly, making Utley stumble into the room. But what was in the room, was even more surprising. Hugo gasped.

There, on the plush carpet of the luxurious room, lay Madeline, in a way that Hugo had seen her many times before. Naked. She was crouched over someone, sobbing. Both Utley and Hugo ran forward and helped Madeline onto a chair. They turned around to see who lay there on the carpet.

One of the porters fainted. The other ran out to be sick. Utley gulped, his face Hugo gasped again. He recognized the black porter, this time without his porter's uniform. And this time with a bullet hole right through his heart and blood pouring on to the white plush carpet "Shit!" Hugo swore, as he grappled with the door lock. "Shit. It's locked!" The blond was still screaming. He fumbled for the light cord and with trembling fingers pulled it but nothing happened. "Shit!" he yelled. The main corridor light switch must have been flicked. He kicked the door.

There was screaming from the room opposite and high pitched screaming from his own room.

"Shut the fuck up," he yelled at the blond.

"I'm shot," she moaned, "I'm shot!" Hugo cast an eye at her through the dim light.

"No, you're not," he brushed her aside. "It came from the cabin on the other side of the corridor." Hugo cast his mind back. What was the name of that cabin? Thirty something... Then it came to him. It was 33B. Suddenly he remembered. "Oh my god, Madeline!"

"What?" the blonde looked up from her sobbing.

"The cabin in which the shot was fired was 33B! Madeline said her room was 33-B! She may be shot!" He ran towards the door. "Madeline! Madeline!"

"Who the fuck is Madeline?" she snapped.

"She may be dead!" Hugo yelled. He started hammering on the door. "Help! We need some help in here!"

The blonde dramatically collapsed on the floor. "I may be dying!" she yelled. "Had you thought abou that!" Hugo turned, exasparated. "You're not dying," he snapped. "There's no blood, no bullet. Can't you fucking see that? It's not that dark in here!"

"How would you know!" she shrieked. "You're not dying!"

"No, but Madeline might be! Now shut the fuck up and let me clear my head!"

After what seemed like an eternity, the train stopped. Hugo could hear passengers' muffled gasps and shrieks. There was a murmuring and Hugo heard a man's voice shouting.

"Stand aside, clear away, let me through! I'm the conductor here!" It was Utley. Hugo started hammering on the door.

"Help! We're locked in here! Let us out!" he yelled. "There's no key," he heard Utley say on the other side of the door. "Stand aside. We'll break it down."

Hugo grabbed the blonde and pulled her to the very back of the broom cupboard. After several attempts in which the door merely stood fast and creaked, Utley and two other male passengers successfully kicked it down. Utley hurried over to them. Hugo stood up and let him through to the blonde.

"Are you okay, Miss?" he asked, pulling her up.

"You've got to save Madeline!" Hugo yelled.

"Is she Madeline?" Utley looked at the sobbing blonde.

"No, she's Pam!" Hugo sighed. The blonde shook her touseled hair and leant against the conductor.

"No," she whispered dramatically. "I'm Sam Randall." The conductor threw down his hands.

"Who the fuck are you two?" he yelled in exasperation. Hugo grabbed him by the shoulders.

"I'm Hugo Kirby, she's Sam or Pam, it makes no difference, for the one who I'm trying to tell you to find is Madeline! She's in Room 33-B where the fucking shot was heard!"

The conductor pushed Hugo away. He pointed to the porters. "You, go check on Room 33-B with him. And you, go turn the main lights on" He looked at the blonde again. "Are you okay, Miss?"

"No," she whispered. "I think I'm shot!"

"She's just in shock," Hugo explained. "It's Madeline who may be in danger."

Utley gestured to another porter. Take this lady to a compartment where she can recover. The rest of you, go back to your rooms. There's nothing to see here." The crowd of people filed back down the corridors, murmuring amongst themselves. Hugo and Utley, who was holding a torch, went across to the door of Room 33-B where the porters were knocking on the door.

"Miss?" one of them asked. "Are you alright in there?" Utley pushed them away impatiently. "Leave them to me," he said. He knocked on the door. "Miss," he consulted his papers, "Miss...Cross? Open the door, I'm the conductor. "

There was no reply. Hugo could hear sobbiing. The conductor tried again. "Miss Cross, open this door at once! I am William Utley, the conductor. Let me in at once, I say!" Still no answer. Angrily, Utley tried the door. The handle turned and the door opened at once surprisingly, making Utley stumble into the room. But what was in the room, was even more surprising. Hugo gasped.

There, on the plush carpet of the luxurious room, lay Madeline, in a way that Hugo had seen her many times before. Naked. She was crouched over someone, sobbing. Both Utley and Hugo ran forward and helped Madeline onto a chair. They turned around to see who lay there on the carpet.

One of the porters fainted. The other ran out to be sick. Utley gulped, his face Hugo gasped again. He recognized the black porter, this time without his porter's uniform. And this time with a bullet hole right through his heart and blood pouring on to the white plush carpet.

Utley went white. With his voice shaking, he called for more porters. Three came in running and gasped at the sight of the porter James Brown. "You, boy," Utley told him. "Go to my private compartment. There's a, there's a telephone in there. Call ahead to the next top, that's Los Angeles, and tell them what is happening. You, you go to the driver and inform him of the circumstances. Tell him to start up the train again and to make full speed to LA." Both porters ran off quickly. He gestured to the third. "And you, go through all the coaches and rooms and try to find a doctor, nurse or anyone who can help. And bring the medical kit." He paused. "This boy is going to need it..."

Hugo went over to Madeline who was crying in her chair, and gave her her clothes. She quickly pulled them on, her fingers trembling, and hugged him.

"If you ask me, she's lying, Barry!" one of the policemen called to the cop.

"Well I'm not askin you, I'm askin' her," the police inspector glared at Madeline, who sat next to Hugo on the opposite side of the desk. The police inspector leaned over on his desk. His name tag read Inspector B. Owner.

"So, Miss Cross, all we've gotten out of you is your name and the name of your friend here. Well my name's Barry Owner, I'm 6ft two, I'm a police inspector and I'll 'ave you fucking thrown into the cells if you're not more talkative. So go on, we're," he nodded to the officers behind him, "we're listening. Tell us more." he said, mockingly.

Madeline looked at Hugo. "M-my name's Madeline Cross and I'm a model."

Owner looked her up and down. "What sort of model?" he smirked.

"I was Miss 1956 and 57 for Class Act magazine," she stammered.

"Oh, I see." Owner got up and walked around Hugo and Madeline, breathing heavily on her neck. She fidgeted nervously in her seat. He sat down again. "Now, would you care to shed some light on why you were in your room with a black porter?"

"He - I called him in to ask him to bring me some tea," Madeline said hesitantly, her eyes conveniently fixed on the patterns on the ceiling.

"You were both naked, Miss Cross."

"I, I - " Madeline looked to Hugo desperately.

"What was a fucking black porter doing with you, Miss Cross?" Owner demanded.

Madeline looked from one face to another. "He wasn't raping me, if that's what you mean," she declared defensively.

"Are you telling us you fucked a black porter willingly, Miss Cross?" Owner whispered softly, yet somewhat menacingly at the same time. Madeline nodded defiantly. Like Hugo, she believed there to be nothing wrong with that. Unfortunately Inspector B. Owner and his fellow policemen obviously took a different view.

Owner again got up from his seat and slowly walked over until he was directly behind Madeline. She squirmed as she felt his hot breath on her bare neck.

"Whore..." he hissed at her. She tensed up and closed her eyes tight. Owner leaned over and ripped her blouse right open.

Hugo leapt to his feet. "You can't do that, leave her alone!" he yelled. Owner looked up, laughing.

"I'd be careful about what you say, Mr. Kirby, about what I, a police Inspector, can and can not do. Otherwise you may find yourself spending a considerable amount of your time down in our humble cells. And they're not as comfortable as the Station Hotel, I am sorry to say." He motioned to the police guards. "Chain him to the bench over there."

"Stop!" Hugo cried as the four police officers descended upon him, the front one wielding a shiny pair of silver handcuffs. "You can't do this!" But he was powerless to stop them all and soon found himself attached to the uncomfortable bench, forced to watch as Owner tore off the rest of Madeline's black blouse. Off went her black skirt too, just as quickly. Madeline sat there, motionless, quietly whimpering. Inspector Owner was obviously happy at the lack of resistance.

"Good," he sneered. "A slut who knows what's good for her!" He pointed to Hugo. "You should take lessons from this nigger fucking whore here, Mr Kirby!" Hugo closed his eyes, not wanting to see the injustices which were bound to follow.

Madeline felt her bra being gently taken off and lifted over her head. How can they do this, she sobbed to herself. She knew there was nothing she could do and would could only hope it would be over soon. Soon she felt her knickers and tights being removed. She closed her eyes, unable to gaze at her soon to be rapist.

Inspector Owner laughed at the sight of his helpless victim. Her underwear was removed, leaving her cold and naked on the iron chair. Her eyes were still tightly closed and so she didn't see him take out his dick. She did feel herself being lifted from the chair and being thrown onto the floor, where she began crying to herself. She was Miss 1956, 57 and hopefully 58 of Class Act magazine. How could he do this to her? But there was no point in resisting. He had the power, she did not, and they both knew that.

She winced as he landed on top of her, pinching her breasts. Roughly, he shoved his dick into her and she bit her lip, trying not to squeal in pain. Her head banged on the cold metal floor as he pounded into her, again, and again. Just when she believed the nightmare would never ever end, he tensed up and filled her with all of his cum. Madeline felt tears trickling down her face. My god, she screamed to herself. I better not get pregnant with this bastard's child!

The Inspector pulled out of her and threw her her clothes. She sat up, surprised that it was over so early. "Normally," he told her, "I would offer you to my friends here, but we're busy with other things tonight, so shove on your clothes. I hope that's taught you a lesson not to give your filthy body to even filthier black bastards~!"

Quickly, Madeline pulled on her clothes for the second time that night. Hugo was unchained and they were both roughly handled out of the room and towards the exit.

"Is that it? Aren't you going to try and find the murderer?" Hugo asked in disbelief. Madeline clung on to him, still sobbing. Owner laughed.

"Why bother? He did a good thing, killing that nigger. The black porter was punished by being shot, and - "

"For what?" Hugo yelled. "For being black?" Owner laughed.

"Spot on, Mr. Kirby," he smiled. "And this slut here has just been punished for sleeping with such vermin. And good day to you."

The door was slammed in their faces. Hugo and Madeline walked down back into the streets. They carried on walking in silence, both contemplating what had just happened. Finally, Hugo cleared his throat and looked at her. "The conductor said our luggage would be taken to the Station Hotel. We should go and collect them."

Madeline nodded silently. They continued on, not speaking a word. Then, Hugo stopped. "What were you doing in there with a porter, Madeline?"

"What the fuck do you think I was doing?" "Fucking a porter in your room, you could have lost him his job!" "No," Madeline retorted sharply. "No. Instead, I cost him his life."

Hugo felt guilty for interrogating her. He could see tears in her eyes. She was obviously feeling extremely guilty. Not knowing what else to say, he told her," You shouldn't blame your self, Madeline."

Madeline looked up at him. "What else can I do?" she said softly. "It was my fault he was in there in the first place, I persuaded him to, to..." she broke off, unable to look at Hugo. Hugo motioned for her to continue. "We were in there, doing, you know, and then suddenly the lights went out. I heard the door open fiercely and then the shot. I, I felt James go limp and he slipped from my grasp. I screamed and looked up."

"What did you see?" Hugo asked.

"No, I didn't see who ever it was clearly. It was dark, and I could just barely make out a figure slipping out of the door. Then someone else screamed and I then carried on screaming and screaming..."

Hugo looked at her, pale. Madeline sighed. "I don't understand," she whispered. "I don't understand why anyone would want to kill him. He was merely a young black porter. No one cares about them. Why would someone want to shoot him?"

Hugo suddenly stiffened. Madeline noticed this and looked at him. "What's wrong?" she asked. Hugo grabbed her hand and broke into a run, pulling her behind with him. "What's wrong?" she cried out again. Then it dawned upon her. "You don't think, no you can't." She paused. "You don't think the killer was aiming at me do you?"

Hugo turned. "Why would anyone want to kill an unknown, considered inferior, porter? When there was you, heiress, rich with all your modeling fees and likely candidate for Miss 1958? A shot in the dark missed you and hit the porter, with whom you were unfortunately entwined with, rolling on the floor. Yes, the shot was obviously aimed at you. We must get you to safety quickly, because..."

He looked onto the street, which was dark and deserted. The streetlights were dull, no match for the midnight darkness which had descended on the street. A dog's howl could be heard and the welcoming lights of the hotel were faint distant glows, too far. Hugo sighed.

"Because... when whoever tried to kill you finds out that he missed, will surely be after you again..."

To Be Continued...



The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 2



"Yeah, well bring your squaw over here girl and I'll take care of it for you, again."

Caitlin did and slid under Sal who was still mostly connected to Kim by the Fucking Bruiser.

Sal began to lick and kiss Caitlin's tattoo between her navel and her breasts. It was an exotic blue-eyed wolf which fascinated Sal. As Caitlin often explained the reason for her tattoo, she was of the wolf clan of the Seneca. The wolf thrives in a pack ruled by an alpha male and an alpha female who are the only ones who mate. All others are subordinate. She often spoke of noted Iroquois who were tattooed, including Sa Ga Yeath Qua Piewth Tow. That chief was captured in all his tattooed glory at the court of Queene Anne in 1710 in a portrait by John Verelst. Caitlin maintained the tattoo was to show respect for the ancient traditions of the Iroquois, particularly the Seneca and the Mohawk, and it was a blue-eyed wolf because she was the alpha female.

Moving beyond the blue-eyed wolf and into the red forest, Sal began to tease Caitlin in other places. Ten minutes later and once Doc was beyond the height of orgasm, Sal stuck her tongue as deep in Caitlin as she could whenever she was banged up against by Kim. As Sal continued her different kind of tongue tricks, Caitlin began mumbling again in some Native tongue the other two couldn't understand. "Hen, hen, hen!" which they did know from previous experience meant "yes!" But Sal and Kim were not saying much intelligible either. Doc bore down and grunted louder and louder with each probe by Sal and soon went over the edge in a powerful contraction of her whole insides which was very different than a clitoral orgasm.

Hours later they lay entwined in each other's arms in Sal's king size bed talking softly. "Caitlin, please tell us some more about Lilith, the real Lilith."

"If you insist, girlfriend. As I have told you before the word Lilith appears in the Hebrew bible only once. The word Lilith means screech owl or night creature, but with a human connotation. Lilith was the inspiration for the legend of Ishtar. In the Akkadian hymn, 'Praise to Ishtar' who does ' ... in lips she is sweet; life is in her mouth' sound like? The worship of Ishtar centered around holy harlots, transvestites and phallic symbols. The Sumerian goddess Inanna was in reality Lilith and she did take on the dragon Kur, also known as Satan, but not to kill him. Lilith was also Medusa of Greek mythology. Greek sculpture and painting frequently display the nude Medusa partially reclining or kneeling below the standing Perseus with her mouth open. Beheading would be new terminology to describe what they both had in mind."

"Lilith was Aswang, the vampire of the Philippines who feeds on blood with her long hollow thin tongue and looks pregnant after drinking. Lilith was Baobhan Sith, the Scottish vampire who appears as a lovely maiden clad in green. Was Lilith the Dearg-due, Langsuir and Rakshasi? What about the Stigoica with two hearts? Does our Lilith have two hearts?"

Caitlin interrupted her Lilith lecture with, "I'm hungry!"

Sal replied with a slight bit of irritation, "Well, go look in the refrigerator."

Caitlin put the Fucking Bruiser in her mouth and began sucking the head. "I could go for some pizza. Definitely with anchovies. I'm also in the mood for sucking cock. I always get that way after I've cum so many times I can't cum any more."

"Well," Sal said sarcastically, "you just take my Land Cruiser and go out and get some pizza or some cock or whatever it is you want. Just don't wake us up when you get back. And we are getting up early tomorrow and hitting the streets of sin city. We do have a job besides a blowjob to do you know. You fucking squaws are crazy."

Caitlin got up from the bed, dressed quickly, picked up the keys off the dresser and left. An hour later she was back with the pizza which was half gone. She slipped off her clothes and got back in bed with Kim and Sal and tried to snuggle up.

"Get your face away from me!" Kim blurted. "You smell like anchovies. And what is in your hair? It looks like cum. Oh no, you didn't?"

"Yeah I did, but I'm not telling you, bitch. You won't even kiss me. You weren't so fucking shy a couple hours ago."

"Caitlin," Sal demanded, "now you tell us what happened!"

"Well, there were two cute guys in the pizza shop waiting for theirs. Freshmen at the local institution of higher learning just down the road. I ordered mine and then sat and talked to them. Bright guys but geeks. They would have just died if they knew I was a professor. I told them I was a dancer. So the pizzas are ready and I asked them if they wanted a lift back to their dorm. I pulled up to their building a couple blocks away and we are just sitting there gobbling down the pizza and talking and laughing. Really nice guys. I doubt either one had ever been laid but I wasn't rude enough to ask that." Caitlin paused and grabbed another piece of pizza out of the box and started chewing.

"Geez, Caitlin," Kim spat, "Would you please just fucking tell us!"

"You may have noticed I was in such a hurry to go get the pizza I didn't put my bra on. These guys are just talking away about mostly nothing when I unbuttoned my blouse and gave them a gander. All the talk stopped. I put my hand on the dude next to me, right in his crotch. He was hard as a rock. Then I reached over and put my other hand on the other one, same place, same story. I told them to get out of the truck." Caitlin paused again and took one more piece of pizza out of the box.

"I bid them goodnight and you should have seen the looks on their faces as they sulked away. Well, I let them go a ways and then called them back. They walked over to my side of the truck and I got out. I pushed them both up against the truck, fondled their crotches again and asked seductively, 'Do coeds give good head?' The bulges in their pants got bigger and felt like they were going to bust right out. So I helped matters along. I unzipped them, pulled out their best friends and let them get some air." Caitlin stopped again. She was so stuffed now that she was just eating the anchovies off the pizza.

"Yeah, yeah, then what?" Kim urged.

"I kneeled and put them both in my mouth at once and sucked and slurped. And then I fucking bit them off and here they are!" Caitlin pulled out the Fucking Bruiser which she held in the middle and stuck in the faces of her two friends and was laughing so hard she was crying and gasping for air.

"You are one asshole bitch!" Sal screamed.

"Yeah, well," Caitlin responded, still struggling to maintain control, "this Lilith did bite off this Masterson dude's dick, didn't she? You two call yourselves private investigators? Oh my. I also have some land in the Everglades I'd like to sell you two. And you two think you are going to find this Lilith? Good fucking luck."

"That's why we have you along, Doc," Sal replied. "Now snuggle up and get some sleep. I'll even put up with your anchovy breath if you shut up. Tomorrow we are going looking for this dame in red velvet. We don't know for sure Lilith bit him off. Let's see what the autopsy tells us."

"Hey, Sal?" Caitlin asked softly, "can we change Fucking Bruiser's name? I don't think that name is sensual enough."

"If you shut up you can name him anything you like."

"OK, I'm naming him Dixon in honor of the dude who wrote some of those Literotica stories we were reading. I mean, rumor is that he is thirteen inches and he was voted sexiest author."

"Well then, Dixon it is and where is good old Dixon, by the way?" Sal inquired.

"Half of him is between my legs. Anybody want the other half?"

"Shut the fuck up, Caitlin!" Kim raged and covered her head with a pillow.

"Now sleeeep, sleeeep, sleeeep, Doc," Sal whispered. "Your eyes are getting heavy, very heavy. No fucking wonder the white eyes sent all the redskins to the reservation. Tomorrow we must search for this damned dame in red velvet. Let's get some sleep."

To Be Continued...



The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 3



Ch. III: The Dame in Red Velvet

Ray you've got to believe me man. That shit ain't mine. I'm being set up!" Joe exclaimed, eyes wide as he looked at the evidence canvassed from his car.

"By who may I ask?" Ray asked in his best yea right voice.

"How the fuck should I know? All I know is that this broad comes walking into my office asking me to find her missing roommate, and now she's dead. I have no idea what went down at Pauline's. I only went there to find out about the casings that I found by Anita's body. When I left the place was still in tact. I swear to God." Joe protested.

"Jesus Joe! What did I tell you about hanging out with that scum bag Buddy? If you lie down with stray dogs you're going to wake up with fleas," Ray swore.

"You had no problem with Buddy the many times that he helped us catch a crook. Ray, I know you can't believe that I'm responsible for any of this." Appealing to his friend once more. Ray gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white. His jaw was clenched and he didn't say a word. "Please." Joe said barely above a whisper.

Not knowing if it was something that he had heard in his friend's voice Ray sighed, "I don't know what to think anymore Joe. You've changed. You're not the same guy you use to be. You spend your nights drinking in sleazy bars, fucking any dried up whore that comes your way, hanging out with shady characters like Buddy and Big Roscoe. What happened to you?"

"I'm still the same guy, Ray. I'm just a little down on my luck. Ever since Sally left---"

"There you go using that bullshit excuse again! Sally left but now it's time to get on with your fucking life. There was a time when you use to say that a person controls his own destiny. Everything you wanted you went out and got it. People admired and respected you. Even when you got kicked off the force did you bitch and moan? No, you opened your own business. I've always been in awe of you Joe, but now......"Ray broke off as if embarrassed at what he had planned to say.

"You might as well finish what you were going to say." Joe said tightly.

"Well, you're a loser Joe. You're always blaming the circumstances for what's wrong with you when you should really be pointing the finger at yourself. Maybe if you started to take some action in your life and I don't mean those half ass attempts at Gambler's Anonymous. I mean really talking control of your actions. Get off your ass and stop feeling sorry for yourself and maybe, just maybe things will start picking up for you." He scolded.

Joe sat in silence at Ray's tirade. He wanted to tell his friend to fuck off but deep down inside he knew that everything that Ray had told him was true. After a long silence Joe finally said, "Well what do you propose I do now? The fuzz is crawling all over the place. I can't go back to my place and I sure as hell can't go to my office."

"Well, I'm putting my ass on the line for you and letting you go for now but if you I hear your name brought up in any of this again; I will bust your ass myself. Understand?" Ray said.

"Yea sure." Joe nodded.

"Now get out of here before they come back." "What are you going to tell them about me?" Joe asked uncertainly. "Now that's for me to worry about." Ray hissed his impatience at Joe.

"One more thing," Joe said before getting out of the car. "The redhead. What happened to her?"

"What redhead?" Ray asked with a puzzled expression on his face.

"You know. The one that was sitting on my cock when your men picked me up."

"What the fuck are talking about?" Ray demanded. "I was screwing this chick before I was knocked out. The last thing I remember is this girl bouncing up and down on my dick and then the window of my car was shattered, and it knocked me out."

Ray looked thoughtful at what Joe had just told him. "And where did you pick up this paragon of virtue?" Ray sneered.

Don't be a wise ass. Buddy provided her for me. Say! You don't think that..." Joe broke off in thought.

"If what you're telling me is true, then something doesn't fit. Tell me, what did she look like." Ray said. Joe told him all that he could remember of the girl. To be honest Joe didn't remember a lot except how good it felt to have her ride his pole. She had been so hot and wet. "I will have to look into this, but for now you need to get out of here. Do you have any cash on you. Maybe you can get a cheap hotel."

"I'll survive. I'll be in touch." "Sure, and Joe?" Ray called to him as he was getting out of the car.

"What?"

"If you skip out of town, I will track you down and then there will be hell to pay." Ray warned.

Joe got out without responding. He headed down through an alley so that he wouldn't be seen. For all he knew, patrol cars could be scouring the streets for him. He slumped against a wall as a bum that lay on a stack of newspapers eyed him suspiciously. How the hell did he get himself involved in this shit? He knew the answer. That cunt Anita. If he hadn't let his cock do the thinking for him, none of this mess would have happened. She had just looked so good in that mini skirt and he had had the urge to just fuck her senseless when she switched that ass of hers. Now she was dead and he was being framed for it, but that wasn't all.

How did Buddy, Anita and Mickey fit into all this? Where was Honey Pot if indeed there was any one of that name? There were so many questions that he couldn't answer. Damn. His head was starting to ache. He needed a place to lay down for a couple hours and get some sleep. He put his hand in his pocket and was surprised to feel that the money was still there. He pulled out a bill from his pocket and tossed it at the bum who was still looking at him with a rather suspicious gleam in his eyes. The bum grasped the bill greedily and looked it over before bestowing upon Joe a toothless grin. "Thanks Mister! If you ever need a favor, ole' Jeb here has got your back." The bum smiled looking at the crisp one hundred dollar bill once more.

That had been Joe's intention. What he had learned with his years on the force and as a gumshoe was that the people of the streets saw all and heard all and they could come in handy. "I need you to do me a favor." Joe said.

"Sure, Mister." The bum said eagerly hoping that there was more money where the first bill had come from.

"I need you to be my ears and eyes. Find out what's going on this side of town in regard to what happened at Pauline's, and if you could, I want you to discreetly ask around about a broad named Honey Pot." Joe instructed.

"No problem Boss. Ole' Jeb is on it. Umm, when will I see you again?" Jeb asked uncertainly.

"Well, let's just meet here tomorrow night at the same spot around midnight and I will make sure you're compensated for your time." Joe said.

"Sure!" Jeb enthused.

"Okay, I'll catch you later, and try not to blow the cash on booze." Joe advised walking away. Really he couldn't care less how Jeb spent that money but he needed the man alert while he was collecting information. Joe walked along the dark seedy streets until he came across a run down hotel. It was pretty dirty and unkempt, but it was cheap. It was the kind of place that you paid for by the hour since several of the patrons just used it to take their hookers to. Damn he was tired, but his cock was starting to stir a bit. He remember the redhead that he was screwing and he knew that he hadn't finished with her. What he needed right now was a little pussy and then he could get some sleep.

Outside the hotel stood four obvious women of the night. Two of them were white, one was black and the other one Asian. He looked them all over. The blonde had to weigh about three hundred pounds, and though he liked his women with a little meat on their bones that was just too much meat. The redhead looked old enough to be his mother, which left the black and the Asian girl. Looking them both over he couldn't decide which one he wanted. Neither one was anything to write home about but they were certainly more appealing than their other two companions. They both smiled at him which was the deciding factor. The black girl though normal in appearance on the outside was missing quite a few of her front teeth, the Asian girl appeared to have all of her teeth in place. He walked over to her while ignoring the rest of the disappointed bunch. "How much"? he asked without preamble.

"You a cop?" she asked suspiciously.

"Honey if I were a cop there's no way in hell that I would try to get pussy from a skank like you." The hooker gasped indignantly. She didn't know whether to spit in his face at the insult or to shrug it off. It's not the first time she had been insulted. It had been a slow night and she had a habit to support which was the deciding factor. She smiled coyly. "Ok, cowboy, what are we waiting for. Let's go. For thirty bucks I'll make it real good for you."

Joe got a room, and realized that it was true what they said. You get what you pay for. The room was insect ridden and smelled of sex and old cigars. The plaster on the walls was peeling and the bed sagged in the middle visibly. He didn't even want to look into the bathroom. God knows what he would find there. Before he could even take off his jacket, he hooker was unzipping his trousers. He was already semi-erect. When she pulled his pole free her eager mouth captured it. He ran his hand over her skinny black hair as she worked her mouth back and forth on his cock. He had had better blow jobs but he loved the way that she was getting his cock extra wet. The saliva dripped from her chin as she continued. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine that it was Sally kneeling before him instead of this whore.

He grasped her head and begin to move his schlong within her mouth. Her mouth felt so good. He picked up speed, grabbing her hair in his pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. He was so into this that he didn't feel her arm flailing or hear her gagging as he fucked her throat relentlessly. He could only feel the pleasure he was receiving. He pulled her off of him and then threw her on the bed when he began instantly rammed his cock into his tight hairless box. She wasn't very tight but Joe didn't care at this point. He was working his way in and out of the warm slit not caring that it wasn't even wet. His hands were digging into the her sides painfully but he continued to ram into her relentlessly. It was only when she raked her nails viciously down his chest did he snap back to reality. He pushed her away. "You fucking cunt! What did you do that for?" he demanded.

"You were hurting me! Just give me my damn money so I can get the fuck out of her you loser." She yelled back. Joe looked down at his now bloody chest. He wanted to punch her face in for daring to call him a loser. This whore was calling him a loser! He looked at her bright red face and her could see marks of his hands on her body. He sat down on the bed heavily. She was right. Ray had been right. He was a loser. Look at where his life was. He was in a run down hotel in the shadiest part of town. His business was about to go bust, his wife was gone, and he had practically raped some two dollar whore. What had he become?

He took a bill out of his pocket and gave it to the prostitute. She seemed a bit mollified when she realized that Ben Franklin was on the front, but she didn't say a word as she left. He got up only to lock the door behind her, and then he collapsed face down on the bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

When he woke up, Joe felt a little better. His head no longer ached and he was feeling very rested. He looked at his watch to see that it was two-thirty in the afternoon. He hadn't slept like this in a long time. It was a much needed rest. He felt brave enough to test the shower. Run down as it was everything seemed to be in working order. Feeling better than he had in days he went hit the streets.

He needed to make sense of the past night's events and how everything fit. First of all, what had Anita been up to? Secondly, how had Pauline's come to be trashed. Third and foremost, how in the world did that gun get in his car and what happened to the redhead that he had been screwing.

He found an out of the way coffee shop to get him something to eat. Perhaps with a little food in his stomach he could piece some of the clues together. For a twenty he was able to cajole the tired looking waitress out of the pad that she took orders with so that he would have something to write things down on. He could piece things together better if he wrote down the things that he remembered. This technique he found, helped him to remember more details. By the time his meal had come he was writing things down frantically. He ate his meal thoughtfully trying to think of the thing that had been nagging him since last night.

In the back of his head there was a thought bursting to get free but for the life of him he couldn't remember what. Long after he had finished his meal he was still sitting there in his booth. The waitress, who bore a plastic name tag that read Sandy, looked a little pissed that he was taking up her time. She couldn't complain because he would kept reordering his coffee to be refilled. The sun was beginning to set before Sandy decided to assert herself. "Look here Mister. You either order another meal or get going." She stated in a haughty voice. Joe wanted to take her down a peg but decided that it wouldn't be worth arguing over anyway. Besides, there was somewhere that he was wanted to go tonight.

The taxi that he hailed dropped him just down the block from his destination. He walked down the street, heedless of the light until he was standing outside of the Maltese Club. He knew that he was a bit unkempt but the cash in his pocket would at least assure him entrance. The bodyguard at the door was dressed in a tuxedo but was built like a linebacker. He looked at Joe in disdain.

"No vagrants allowed." The bouncer said scornfully.

"I'm a paying customer." Joe said easily not intimidated a bit by the big gorilla.

"Yea sure." He said ready to dismiss Joe when he was presented with a couple hundreds.

"Hardly a vagrant don't you think?' The bouncer took the bills and allowed Joe inside. Joe was just surprised that the guy had come so cheap.

"Wait a minute. You need a tie to go in the dining area if you choose not to go to the game room. See the coat check girl and she may have some extras." The gorilla instructed which is what Joe did. As he walked through the elegant club he keep his head straight forward so that his eyes would not stray to the game tables. He turned to the dining room where the entertainment performed. Maybe Ivana would be on. Now she was definitely a hot number. The hostess gave him a look of disdain at his rumpled appearance and he gave her a look that dared her to comment. She retaliated by seating him in a table in the furthest from the stage in a corner where he could barely see. At the moment however he wasn't missing much, just a bunch of showgirls dancing around on the stage in next to nothing. That was nothing new.

He looked around the stage dinning room uninterested in his surrounding. Joe was already finished with his second Scotch when a group entering the dining room caught his eye. The group consisted of three men in tuxedos. One of the men was escorting two women, a busty blonde and a svelte brunette. Both women were knockouts. The older gentleman among them was walking beside a fragile looking redhead who looked young enough to be his granddaughter, but she clung to his arm in hardly a familial way. What money could buy, Joe thought. The third man in the group did not have a companion with him but Joe could tell that he was the leader by the way the rest of the group waited for him to be seated before they sat. As he observed them he would see how the others at the table would defer their conversation to the lone gentleman's approval. When he spoke it was as if they were all hanging on his every word. There wasn't anything spectacular about him that Joe could discern. Grudgingly Joe admitted to himself that women may find that dark Latin look sexy. Joe guessed the man to be of Italian origin and judging from the fact that the group was seated at the best table in the dinning room he was a VIP. It suddenly came to him. Joe would bet his left nut that this was Mickey Bellini. So this was the little shit that all the fuss was about. He was the only one at the table without a date, so where was this mysterious Honey Pot?

Joe was so intent on what that table was doing that he had missed the announcement a new act on the stage. His senses were suddenly besieged by a husky, sultry voice. His balls tightened as the voice sung as if it were singing directly to him. He looked to the stage to see the lady of the hour. Ivana. She was stood in the middle of the stage in a single spotlight. She was stunning. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulder framing her dark face. She was Black Venus herself, decked out in a long red velvet evening gown that was barely decent. The gown dipped so low in the front that he could see her navel. The dressed barely covered her nipples, revealing average sized but well shaped breasts. She needed no enhancements. She was a dream with a beautiful face a nice body, and that voice! It was no wonder she was so many guys' wet dream.

Joe would certainly be jerking off to thoughts of her in the future. She was quite a performer. The entire audience was captivated by her presence and her voice. With talent like hers, she should be cutting an album but yet she was singing in this club. Joe observed Mickey who stared at her with blatant adoration. Wait a minute. Something wasn't right. The way he was looking at Ivana and the fact that he didn't have some bimbo hanging on his arm showed his devotion to the sexy singer. Of course he could be reading too much into the situation, but the look in Mickey's eyes when he looked at Ivana was a familiar one to him. It was the way he use to look at Sally.

Joe's attention strayed back to Ivana. He wondering what it would be like sliding his long tool into her wet black pussy, though he had a feeling that Mickey was the possessive type. Ivana sung a few more songs and then exited the stage for a break. When she left the stage it was as if she took the magic with her. The audience let out a collective sigh. Mickey then turned to his table companions and said something before excusing himself. He headed in the direction of where Joe figured the dressing rooms. There was no doubt what he would be up to. Joe wondered if he was getting a blowjob from those delectably full lips, or if he was screwing her from behind while they both stood up. Just the thought of it was driving him crazy. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed that another gentleman had joined the table. Joe could only see the back of his head, but that head was certainly familiar. Joe got up from his table to take a closer look. Jesus! It was Buddy. What the fuck was he doing here sitting at Mickey's table no doubt? The only thing that he knew was that he would have to get out of here before Buddy caught sight of him. Joe cautiously left the club dropping off the borrowed tie before he left.

By the time he got a cab back on the dark side of town, it was a few minutes to midnight. Jeb was already there waiting in the alley that Joe had designated. "So what's the word? Joe asked taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

"You ain't gonna like this one bit Boss." Jeb warned. Joe shrugged.

"Yea, I'm already hating it, so tell me what have you found out."

"From what they're saying, is Pauline's was an inside job. That guy Buddy was no where to be found when the police came snooping but there was some character name Cowboy that fingered some schmuck named Joe." The bum said unaware that the schmuck that he spoke of was his unknown benefactor though Joe didn't give it away. He kept his poker face not revealing his thoughts.




The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 3



Ch. III: The Dame in Red Velvet

It was a terrific party. On her twenty-first birthday Sheila was given a foil paper, wrapped large box tied in the middle with a single red bow. She received many other gifts, but this one was from her mother, whom she adored. She opened the box, and unwrapped the beautiful red velvet dress, her mom has been hinting at for ten plus months now. Her mother told her that it belonged to her grandmother before, and that she too received it on her twenty-first birthday. She also told Sheila, many times, that the dress seemed to possess magical powers, and that one-day she'll understand. On this night, Sheila also received an engagement ring from Randy, her childhood sweetheart. The ring meant the world to her, but Sheila just couldn't wait to try the dress on for size.

Prior to the party, Sheila and Randy kissed, petted some, and she gave him occasional handjobs, but more like a reward than a sexual act. During these times she'd let him feel her naked breasts, and fingering her now and then, but that is the furthest she allowed the two of them to go.

Sheila excused herself, went to her room to try on the dress in. It was incredible; the dress fit like it was made for her. Soon as she looked at herself in the mirror, she started to feel this warm glow in her pubic area, and felt her hand move towards her love-canal, but her religious upbringing stopped her movement. As the Dame in Red Velvet, she removed her panties, her bra, rearranged the dress, put on a matching pair of shoes, and joined the others in the family room. The music seemed to stop as the Dame in Red Velvet reentered the room, everyone looked and admired her, and Randy caught up to her, and whispered in her ear that she is gorgeous, and that he is the luckiest man alive.

Sheila asked Randy if he wanted to take a walk, and he couldn't say yes fast enough. It was during late Autumn, and the leaves were falling, as they walked to the entrance of the secret cave they frequented, where they often went to make out, their very special place. Once inside, Sheila kissed Randy hard on the lips, and said I didn't properly answer you did I? With that she reached between his legs, and caressed his almost erect penis. She grabbed his other hand and placed it on her knee, and encouraged him to move it up towards her swollen cunt. Sheila was on fire, but didn't know why. She unzipped him, and took him out and dropped to her knees and kissed the head of Randy's dick, and stuffed most of him into her mouth, something he has only dreamt about till now. She started a little ackward at first, too much teeth, which made him wince, then too little teeth, but soon she was bopping up and down, like she was born to give blowjobs. She was so good infact that he soon felt his knees buckle, and his balls contract. Randy couldn't even warn her, as he exploded in her mouth, she nearly gagged. Sheila did spit out most of his juices, but continued milking him until he felt dry. She then looked up at him, winked and said: "yes Randy I'll marry you!".

They kissed, their tongues exploring each other, he cupped both her breasts, and puzzled by the fact that she didn't wear a bra, but he let the moment pass. Randy inserted two fingers into her, and she felt so wet that it actually scared him at first. He didn't know it yet, but puzzling days will lay ahead for him. He then dropped to his knee and replaced his two fingers with his lips. He kissed her love-canal, another first for them, but he again was too excited to care. He then tongued the outside of her lips, gently nibbling the entire area, and she felt her knees tremble. His tongue entered her and soon found her clit, which was quite swollen. She was on the verge of an orgasm, something she could only achieve on her own before. He was sucking, nibbling and kissing her clit as it erupted, and Randy greedily swallowed most of her nectar.

They fixed their attire, to make themselves presentable and walked back to the party arm-in-arm. They announced their engagement, and long after the party was over, Randy, and Sheila were discussing their excursion earlier. Sheila has by now changed into a sweatsuit, and they were talking on the porch sitting on a moving swing. They kissed, and he tried to cup her breast, but Sheila told him that she was not in the mood, and Randy abruptly went home. Sheila couldn't believe that on the night of their engagement they could have such a fight.

They made up, and fought many times, and each time it was related to her promiscuous behavior followed by an almost frigid personality. One night after making up with Randy, she put on her red velvet dress. The Dame in Red Velvet wore no bra or panties, and asked Randy to take her to a movie. Neither of them remembered much of the plot. As soon as they were seated in their seats in the second floor balcony, they realized that they were all alone, so they kissed and touched each other. He cupped, and massaged her breasts, feeling her nipples react to his every touch. She unzipped Randy's fly, helped him lower his pants to his ankles. She had him erect in an instant. He moved his hand up her thighs, she moaned. When he reached her cunt, he felt her to be sopping wet, as it took three fingers at first try. He removed them, and sucked off her juices. Sheila then raised the hem of her dress, and lowered herself onto him. As he penetrated her it hurt at first, but soon started feeling better she thought. Another first, thought Randy, but he was close to a climax so he didn't seem to care. She rode him up and down and felt herself close to cumming, as she sped up her motion, she felt Randy explode into her, and soon after she too climaxed. They must have screwed each other two more times before, leaving the theater. They laughed and giggled all the way to Randy's car, and during the drive back to Sheila's house.

It took nearly three months for them to figure out that the red velvet dress was to thank for all their great sex, and that every other attire worn by Sheila was the culprit for her subsequent virtue. She felt that she needed help, so she asked her mom for advice, as to how she can exist, when not wearing the red velvet dress. Her mom's only advice to Sheila was that, she should go to a therapist. She needs to be hypnotized. Everything she would wear from here on, during the day would then feel like she was again the Dame in Red Velvet. Only four words will be able to release the spell, BREAKFAST, LUNCH, DINNER and SLEEP.

Thanks to the Dame in Red Velvet, real or pretend, life got to be great for our couple from here on!

To Be Continued...



The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 3



Ch. III: The Dame in Red Velvet

The two walked down the foggy streets toward the hazy light of the Hotel. As Madeline battled with the idea that her life was in danger, Hugo Kirby did calculations in his head. How far to Las Vegas? How would he get there? How would he protect Madeline? Was it even his problem? Why was she going to Vegas anyway?

Hugo kept an unconsciously quick pace as he walked. Madeline, on the other hand was sore from her recent exploits, and her habitual "glamorous float" was slow compared to Hugo's pavement pounding.

Hugo looked back to see her lagging behind. He stood and watched her as she caught up. Despite her arrogance, her abrasive smugness, and her normally plastic facade, Madeline was a very beautiful creature. Her hair was a fiery halo, and her green eyes sparkled even in the muted light of the moon. Her long legs were well-toned and slender, and her ample cleavage swayed smoothly as she moved. Tonight, Hugo saw the prettiness that she possessed; without the make-up, without the entourage. He again saw what he had once been drawn to. Maybe being stripped of her pretentious attitude did her justice. It was a shame it had to be through such violence.

As Madeline pulled up to him, he threw his arms around her waist. "C'mon, Maddy, we have to keep moving".

The sudden show of affection surprised her, but it was graciously accepted and appreciated. Madeline leaned into him, and looped her arm in his. They walked in silence, just enjoy the feel of a warm body they provided each other.

Being together seemed to make the walk easy, and they were eventually standing in the brightly lit lobby of the Angel Crest Hotel. Kirby made arrangements to share a room with Madeline, and told the man at the desk to send up a bottle of wine and a map of the area. The wine was to help Madeline forget about the long night, and the map was to get him back on the path to Las Vegas.

After a long, hot shower, and feeling a little fuzzy from the Merlot she swallowed in four full swigs, Madeline slipped under the warm blankets of her bed, and let her body melt into the soft mattress. She looked over at Hugo, who was pouring over a stack of bus maps, schedules, and other "traveling" documents. She watched as he wrinkled his forehead and rubbed the back of his neck. The two tell-tale signs that he was feeling pressured. She remembered the times when she hated those gestures; those were the times she fell asleep neglected, her hand tired from providing a boring substitute to his company. That was part of the reason things didn't work out the first time. He was too busy saving the world, she was too busy trying to conquer it.

She made a decision. She slowly stood up and walked over to him. Her hands gently replaced his on his neck, and she began to massage the tension out. He began to say something but obviously decided to let it go. His breath escaped in a sigh of release and submission. He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers gently.

"Maddy, I never stopped caring about you. I hope you know that."

She put her finger on his lips and shushed him.

Madeline leaned in and began to kiss him gently on the side of his mouth, and slowly worked her way close to his lips. Eventually parting them with her tongue. He pulled her down onto himself, her legs falling to his sides. As they kissed passionately, Madeline began to grind her satin-covered crotch onto his stiff penis.

He slipped his hands up the back of her night-gown and caressed her bare back. She wore no bra, and he slowly moved his hands to her sides, his thumbs caressing the sides of her breasts. The more he explored her body, the harder she pressed against him.

She pulled off his shirt, and began to rub his hard chest. She pressed her satin-covered body against his naked chest, making him shudder with excitement.

Hugo lifted Madeline and carried her to the large bed. He laid next to her, kissing her deeply as his hands run up and down her body under her thin clothing. He began to move his kisses to her neck, her shoulders, her arms, and worked his way down. He kissed her chest, and unbuttoned the front of her night shirt, kissing the flesh as it was exposed. Finally, he opened it to reveal her firm large breasts and milky smooth skin. Her tan nipples erect and waiting for his playful kissing and licks. He took her breast in his mouth as he covered her entire chest and torso with kisses, flicks of his tongue and gentle suckling. Her hard nipple warm in the cleft of his lips. He surrounded the areola with his mouth, playfully flicking at the tight nipple. He continued this, going from one breath to the other, with a trail of kisses between.

Despite the buzz she was feeling from the wine, every sensation sent waves of electricity throughout her body. His kisses created hot zones where his lips met her flesh. Madeline played her fingers through his dark brown hair, and ran her hands over the canyons and ravines of his muscular body. Although not a teenager anymore, he was in beautiful condition, and his body was solid and warm against her soft curves and surfaces.

Hugo continued to explore every warm inch of her with his hands and mouth. He began to kiss her belly right above her waist band. Lingering over her covered mound as he began to kiss her inner thighs and legs. He teased her with his hot breath and accordance contact with her anxious clitoris through the thin, soft material. A dark stain quickly spread as he massaged her firm ass cheeks and kissed her thighs. The anticipation, and constant attention had her on the brink of ecstasy.

Hugo kissed her directly on her clitoris through her panties, mercifully sending a wave of orgasmic explosions throughout her body. She could stand it no more and drove a greedy finger to her hole, rubbing it frantically. Another orgasm rocked her body as he kissed her hand.

He pulled himself up to her and stared into her sparkling green eyes, kissing her deeply. His hands continued to caress her flesh, and he then ventured into her panties. First playing around the area, and eventually sending his fingers deep into her hungry opening.

"You are so beautiful, Maddy." He whispered in her ear as he began to nibble playfully on her ear.

"I want you to fuck me." She told him, staring deeply into his eyes.

Hugo was reluctant, concerned that her pussy had seen enough action for one day.

But before he could voice his concern, Madeline pushed him over, and began to pull his clothes off. She stripped him of his pants quickly, and swallowed his penis in a single gulp.

Hugo couldn't help but lie there, paralyzed with lust. She worked her mouth in an alternating rhythm. Quickly thrusting her mouth around his member, and then taking longer, more deliberate strokes up the shaft when he was close to coming. Of all the things he missed about her, her blow-jobs ranked up there.

She pulled off her drenched panties and straddled him. His erect penis pinned to his stomach by her vaginal lips. He playfully rubbed her chest and sides, waiting for her to make the final move to making love. She leaned down kissed him deeply, at the same time lifting herself and freeing his cock. She pulled back and looked his straight in the eyes as she guided his dick into her pussy.

She made slow, gradual movements at first, slowly easing him into her. Then, when he was completely in her, she ground herself onto him, burring him deeply inside of her velvety cavern. Hugo closed his eyes as he felt his penis tense with pressure. When he thought the sensation had passed, She began to gradually pull up off of him and push back. After six very deep strokes, she quickened the pace and rocked back and forth. He pulled her down hard on himself as he exploded semen deep inside of her. Almost on cue, her vaginal walls constricted around his cock, milking it with her own orgasm. She collapsed on him exhausted. And the two fell asleep. In a warm embrace.

The next morning, Hugo opened his eyes. He could hear people talking in the hallway, and realized that the door was cracked. Fear struck him when he remembered how he had fallen asleep. He was relieved to feel a heavy blanket covering him. But a new fear gripped him when he realized that Madeline was nowhere to be found. He sat up and searched the room around him. Not even her clothes from the night before were there. He grabbed his pants and pulled them on. Then walked into the hallway. Nothing.

He got dressed, and made a startling discovery. His service .38 Special was missing. He'd tucked the gun into his briefcase the night before when Madeline was in the shower. He also noticed that the maps and schedules had been thrown piled neatly on the desk. He was sure they hadn't been the night before. He had to get some answers. He had to find Madeline. Finding her was first priority, finding the gun was a close second.

He grabbed the phone and called the concierge.

"No, Sir, I hadn't seen your Lady Friend. But the guy before me might have. In fact, I've only been here 2 hours. If anyone would have seen her, it would be him. He would actually be the only one to know. After a certain hour, we are the only people on staff."

"And who was that?"

"To be honest, Sir, I'm not sure his name. He is new, I think."

"How new?" Hugo's mind began to race.

"Last night was his first night."

Hugo knew it was time to panic.

Hugo packed his belongings quickly and ran down to the lobby searching for answers.

He asked everyone he ran into if they saw her, showing them an old magazine cut out he'd 'so happen to' have on him. He had a lot of "No, sir" 's from apathetic people, and several "WISH I HAD!" 's from a few obnoxious men. He fought the temptation to rearrange their greasy smiles, focusing on the crisis at hand.

Hugo walked out to the front of the Hotel, as he stepped off the Sidewalk, a white limo nearly mowed him down.

The back window, tinted to a pitch black rolled down slightly, and a female voice told him to "Get in, I know what you want".

Hugo wished he had his gun, but decided to hop in anyway. It was time to get desperate.

He threw open the door, and found a very beautiful woman lounged on the back seat. She wore a red velvet dress, and a matching red hat and veil. She had a cigarette filter that reminded Hugo of Madeline. She and Madeline had a very similar air about them. The same rich, arrogant, sexy attitude.

This woman in red somewhat resembled Madeline, only darker. She had long raven hair, and oil-pool eyes. Her skin was more tanned, and her lips were full and very sensual.

"Get in, I cannot linger here." She said with a slight Italian accent.

"What do you know?" He asked her impatiently.

"Just get in, I cannot explain. Get in, or move on" She snapped.

Hugo hopped into the limo, and it sped off as soon as his foot left the sidewalk.

"I know that Ms. Cross is in Las Vegas as we speak." The Lady in Red began. "I am willing to take you there in exchange for a favor?"

"And what is that?" Hugo asked suspiciously.

"Don't worry, it's nothing you can't bear to accommodate. Now relax, we have quite a ride." She uncrossed her legs and he could easily see her bare pussy under the dress. "Brandy?" She asked with a knowing smirk.

Hugo took it graciously and sipped it. His thoughts were on bigger things than sex at that point.

As he drank the brandy, he could feel his tongue dry up, his ears pound, and the car began to sway around him. He attempted to settle himself by grasping at the door handle, but after a few failed attempts to grab it, he slumped in the seat.

"Roger, Mr. Kirby won't be a problem. How long before we reach Vegas?" The lady asked, obviously talking to the driver.

Kirby forced himself to stay awake, but his limbs felt like wet leather.

"Don't fight it, Mr. Kirby. It's best if you relax." With that, she unzipped his zipper and began to greedily fellate him. He could feel an orgasm come on, and as he unloaded a wad of come in her mouth, his eyes fell closed.

He could remember only the sound of the engine, and the feel of her hands stroking his penis before everything became a blur.

What felt like weeks later, Hugo opened his heavy eyes and felt a deep sting as he looked at the Neon Lights of Las Vegas outside a dark hotel room window. He attempted to stand, but could only sit up. He realized that he was lying on a dirty mattress.

He was about to stand when he heard the door of the room opening. He held his breath and waited.

To Be Continued...




The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 3



"So where is this Cowboy person now?"

"He's still there I reckon. Everyone that the police arrested have been let out on bail and now they're looking for this Joe character for questioning."

"And Honey Pot. Did you find out anything about her?"

"Nope no one has ever heard the name."

"Are you sure your sources reliable?" Joe asked him.

"Look son, when you live the life that I do you tend to become invisible to everyone else. The people of the streets see all and hear all."

"Well, thank you Jeb. I may need your services later but as for now, you have never seen me." Joe emphasized the point by handing him a few more Benjamin's.

"Seen who?" Jeb asked.

"That's right. If I need to find you I will," he said before leaving him.

Goddamit! It just kept getting worse and worse. Joe needed to think about his next course of action so he head back to the hotel. The same hookers from the night before were there. The Asian one was glaring at him. He ignored them all and walked into the hotel. When he got to his room it was full of cigarette smoke, that was not his own. Someone was in the room! He heard the toilet flush. He reached for his gun and then remembered that he had left it in the glove compartment of his car. He picked up the closest blunt object on the table which happened to be the bible. He was waiting to strike when the intruder came out the bathroom and he would have stuck had he not had slower reflexes.

To his surprise and astonishment standing there in his room as cool as she pleased still wearing the red velvet dress, but with a jacket to cover her front, was none other than Ivana Hump. "Mr. Steele, I've been waiting." She said calmly. "How did you get in here?" he asked.

She shrugged. "These locks are really third rate. It wasn't hard to figure out which room was yours. The desk man was really helpful."

"Wait a second, how did you know who I am?" he asked.

"Why Mr. Steel, I have known who you were from the beginning. You know Anita wasn't very good at concealing her activities from Mickey. Especially with all his men around town. He tells me everything you know. I guess he thinks he's in love with me or something," she shrugged nonchalantly indicating that the feelings were not reciprocated.

"So what are you doing here? Why are you involving yourself in all this?" "I have my reasons."

"What do you know about Honey Pot?"

"There is no Honey Pot. Anita made the whole thing up but what she was trying to do was make trouble for Mickey because....Well the reason for that is not important."

"Like hell it isn't! You're telling me that Anita meant to send me on some wild goose chase and for what? How the hell is Buddy Fontaine involved in all of this and why the fuck am I being framed for Anita's murder?" By this time, Joe had a firm grip on Ivana's arm and was shaking her slightly.

"There are some things that even I can't get into. But I'm helping you because you shot the scum that gunned down my father." "That drug dealer?" Joe said. It had been the very reason he had got kicked off the force. "Well, it wasn't because he gunned down your dad I shot him. He was just a low life scum that kept eluding the system."

"Exactly, and that's why I was grateful. I never forgot you though. You helped me now even if it was unknowingly it's my turn to help you Mr. Steele. I haven't a lot of time and I have to get back to the club before Mickey goes nuts."

"And how do you propose to do that toots? My dicks getting hard if you want to help me that way."

She ignored his chauvinist comment. "I'm going to help you by giving you s little advice of course. There are things that you don't understand that in the works here. Big things. Things that would blow your mind. You are just a pawn in this game. Do you think Anita chose you randomly? There was a reason she came to you, so I'm letting you know right now. Get out of town Mr. Steele, and don't come back." With those last words she swept out of the room, leaving Joe stunned where he stood.

To Be Continued...



The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 4



Ch. 4 The Family Jewels

As Joel and Kim stepped onto the parking lot at the Queen of Hearts escort service, a long black limo suddenly swerved next to them. The back door opened and the 3 Japanese men jumped from the car. They held automatic rifles in their hands, and they made Joel and Kim get into the car. They tied the 2 together, and drove off. They pulled up to an abandoned warehouse by the river, and led Joel and Kim from the car.

Kim was shaking with fear, and Joel tried to look calm, although he also was very scared. Suddenly Joel felt a thud on the back of his head. He wasn't sure how long he had been knocked out, but could tell by the large sore lump on the back of his head, that it was probably quite a while. He looked around the room, he was still seeing pretty blurry, and hadn't had a headache like this since the time he drank 2 bottles of cheap gin with beer chasers. Joel felt like shit, his vision began clearing a bit. He didn't see Kim anywhere, or anyone else. He was tied up to a chair in an empty office. 

He could hear the sound of a forklift roaring in the warehouse, and could hear voices, but couldn't see anyone. Joel tried to wiggle free from the ropes, but these guys had tied him good. He struggled in vain, and only made the ropes tighter. His wrists were raw from the tight ropes, and Joel cussed and mumbled to himself. He was clueless about what to do, and sat there wishing he could light a cigarette. "Leave me alone, you bastards!" "Just take your fucking hands off of me" "Damn, it's Kim" Joel thought to himself. He was helpless, and felt really bad that he couldn't do anything for Kim. Suddenly the office door flew open, and the 3 goons that kidnapped him walked in, and a small elderly Asian man walked behind them.

Joel gave the men his dirtiest look, but that was all he could do. "Well, Mr. detective, it seems you are in a little over your head" the small man said. "Oh, how rude of me, let me introduce myself" he added. "I am Miyuki Huang, perhaps you have heard of me" he said laughing. The 3 goons laughed also. "You have been given plenty of time to walk away from this case" the man said. "But, you are either very stubborn or very foolish" he continued. "Now, your girlfriend will pay for your foolishness" he said. "Bring in the girl" he ordered the 3 men. They walked out of the room, and quickly returned with Kim. She had her hands tied behind her back, and her face was battered and bruised.

Small droplets of blood trickled down the corner of her swollen mouth. "Oh, Joel" she sobbed. "Kim" Joel said. "I am so sorry" he added. "Ok, men show Mr. Detective what he has in store for him" the man said. The leader of the 3 men pulled a knife from his waist, and began cutting Kim's shirt from her. The sharp knife now sliced easily through her bra, and it fell to the floor. Her small breasts now bare, one of the men leaned over, and took one of her tiny brown nipples into his mouth. "Damn you" she yelled as he bit her roughly. He removed his mouth, and blood oozed from her nipple. They quickly removed the rest of her clothing, and she stood there totally naked, and helpless.

Joel watched as the largest man removed his trousers. His cock was already hard, and he tossed her upon the desk. He violently spread her legs apart, and forced his cock into her. "You fucker" Kim yelled at the man. He thrust deeply into her pussy, and began sucking on her breasts. Kim moaned and howled as he raped her. Her pussy began to moisten as his cock oozed precum inside of her. He continued pumping wildly into her, grunting loudly. Suddenly he removed his cock from her pussy, and began jacking off, his cum shot onto her face, covering her swollen mouth. One of the other men, quickly slid his cock into her pussy, and began to rape her also. Joel yelled at the men, cursing them. They laughed loudly, watching as Joel desperately tried to free himself.

The man grunted and shot his cum into Kim's pussy. Kim grunted, and cussed him. As soon as he removed his cock from her, the 3rd man immediately raped her. He quickly came, and removed his cock from her sore pussy. Kim lay on the desk, helpless, cum oozing from her pussy. "you bastards" she yelled. The man with the knife turned to face her, and without warning thrust the knife into her chest. Kim yelled, and he thrust the knife again. Suddenly she was silent, and her body dropped to the floor. "Damn you" Joel said, as he watched her lifeless body lay on the floor. 

They carried Kim's body from the room, and Joel felt his throat tighten and the tears form in his eyes. "This has gone way too far" he thought to himself. Suddenly a beautiful woman walked into the room, and she looked at Joel. She pulled a red queen of hearts card from her purse, and laid it on the desk in front of Joel. "Oh fuck" Joel said. "Mmmm, you know" the beautiful woman said. Joel flinched as the woman began unzipping his pants. She slowly removed his cock, and as she opened her mouth, Joel imagined how much it was going to hurt. Joel closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. He felt her mouth as it slid down his cock. He couldn't believe he was getting hard.

As she sucked his cock, he wondered how long he had, when suddenly he heard a gunshot. It was followed by 4 or 5 more shots. "What the fuck?" the old man said. Charles Fish quickly ran into the office, and he pointed the gun at the broad. "Remove your mouth from his cock" he ordered her. She slid her mouth from Joel's cock and turned to face Charlie the Tuna. "Don't you fucking move" Charlie told her, she lunged towards him, and he shot her right between the eyes. She fell to the floor. "Get on the floor" Charles ordered the old man. "Mmm, we have got us a real criminal here" he said, cuff him boys. Suddenly 4 uniformed officers ran into the office. They quickly cuffed him, and then Charles cut the ropes from Joel. 

"I never thought I would be glad to see you" Joel said. "Well, you are lucky I was trailing you" Charles said.

To Be Continued...



The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 4



Ch. IV: The Family Jewels

"So, how long have you been doing this?" Dr. Reps asked.

"Doing what?" Joel replied.

"This...activity," the doctor said as gently as he could.

"Fucking my cousin?" Joel looked over from the couch.

"Yes," Dr. Reps affirmed, squirming in his chair and filling the office with the squeak of khakis on leather.

"We've been going at it a couple years now. We hooked up back in college. Suzi and I went to the same school and she came over to the house one night. We had fooled around when we were kids. You know, the usual stuff. Just exploration and being kids. Well, a couple tequila shots and a whack on the ass later we were screwing right there in the papa-san chair."

"Do you feel that this...relationship is affecting you in an adverse way?"

"I don't know, doc', that's why I'm here, I guess. The captain thinks I'm a bit on the edge lately, since the D'Angelo murder a couple months ago."

"You worked the case?"

"Yeah, and found myself threatened by friends of Tommy D'Angelo as a result. They wanted to take care of it on their own."

"But you brought in the killer and two other convictions. You even helped out the FBI, I heard."

"Yeah, those suits couldn't find their ass with their own hands."

"Now, about your cousin..."

"Yeah, Suzi. She and I - " Joel stopped. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his pager. Dr. Reps sat back in his leather chair, scribbled some notes, and waited. Joel's left eyebrow went up as he scanned through the message. He turned to sit up on the couch and began reaching for his coat.

"Where to now, Detective?" Dr. Reps asked, looking rather sage-like behind his thick desk.

"The Lucky Star. There's a homicide. It's a real X-file, I guess."

"I'll reschedule you for Thursday."

"What about tomorrow?" Joel inquired.

"No, I've got an appointment with a woman who thinks she can only be sexual if she's wearing a red dress."

"Huh." Joel chuckled. "And I thought screwing my cousin was weird."

Detective Joel Bedard pulled on his suit coat and left the office of Dr. Nathaniel Reps. The Las Vegas sun was bright as he stepped outside, using the key chain remote to turn off the alarm on his black AMC Javelin parked out front. He flipped on his cheap convenience store sunglasses and slid into the driver's seat. He hit the CD player, scanning ahead to Creedence Clearwater Revival's cover of "I Heard It Through the Grapevine" and spun off for the Lucky Star Hotel and Casino, with the window down and the stereo blaring.

He was met at the door by Frankie Mancuso, head of security at the Lucky Star. Frankie looked almost panicked. Joel didn't know why. The old ladies were still damaging their rotator cuffs on the slot machines and the horrible magic show that everyone seemed to love was still selling out. You could have a terrorist attack in most of the casinos, and the die-hards would never know. Frankie's suit was wrinkled, and he was sweating a little too much, even with the Vegas heat simmering around them. He shook Joel's hand, and Joel noticed he was shaking.

"Joel! What are you doing here?" Frankie asked.

"I figured I'd shoot some craps, get a drink, and...oh, I don't know, check out the dead body in 33-B."

"You don't need to do that, Joel. I mean, it's already taken care of."

"That's funny, why was I paged to come down here then if everything's taken care of?"

"It must be a mistake, Joel. Everything's being kept quiet and only a couple guests know anything. We've managed to keep them quiet - "

"Concrete shoes?"

"No." Frankie frowned. "Look, Joel. You're not needed here."

Joel took a step forward, and then turned his head a notch as Frankie stepped in front of him, more or less barring the main doors to the Lucky Star.

"Frankie, if there's been a murder, I'm going in there." Joel looked behind him, pointing at the three squad cars in the parking lot. "The black and whites are already here, and I pray to God you've got the scene secured. Now let me go up there and work."

He moved to walk around Frankie, and Frankie stopped him with a hand on the chest.

"Joel, someone is already covering the job."

Joel swatted the hand away and somehow kept from backhanding Frankie across the nose.

"Who? Rammers? Polinski? Those idiots will be tracking bloody footprints all over your ugly hallway carpet!"

"No, Charles Fish."

"Charlie the Tuna? The Charlie the Tuna?"

"Yes, he's brought in his people to work the case."

"You couldn't call us?" Joel snapped.

"Charlie didn't want you guys to screw up the scene," Frankie explained after taking a hard swallow.

"Frankie, if you ever impeded a Las Vegas Police homicide investigation again, I will personally see your ass in court. I will march right into your office and drag your chubby ass out in cuffs right in front of the whole goddamn magic show crowd if I have to. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Joel. Look, I - "

Joel was already inside before Frankie finished his sentence. He headed to 33-B and was happy to see the whole hallway had been secured, and three patrolmen were standing guard, looking happier than usual.

"What's the word?" Joel asked as he ducked under the "POLICE LINE - DO NOT CROSS" tape.

"Some guy got his dick bit off," Patrolman Weavers answered.

"Well, that's what happens when you forget to tip your whore," Joel joked.

"I think she kept the tip, Detective," Patrolman Joyce replied.

"Touché!" Joel grinned and headed into room 33-B.

He stood in the doorway in shock for a moment. It wasn't the grisliest thing he'd ever seen. That distinction belonged to "Fast" Freddy Impell, who had been found in the trunk of his car in the middle of the desert after he'd been missing for two weeks. Joel was more shocked that the officers outside had told him the truth.

There lay a man, in his forties probably, spread-eagled, handcuffed, and his johnson missing. There was hardly any blood around the body. There was a queen of hearts card on the bed. Taking notes was an older man in a nice suit, who stood like his hip was out of place. Taking pictures was a stunning young woman who crouched near the body and popped off photo after photo. Joel couldn't tell if she was Southeast Asian, or maybe Eastern Indian. All he knew was that she was beautiful. Exceptionally beautiful. She was dressed comfortably, in jeans and a ribbed white cotton T-shirt. She moved to a spot in front of Joel, paying no attention to him. He had to stop looking at her, he thought, he had to concentrate on the task at hand.

"You must be the Tuna," Joel finally said.

"Yes, that's what they call me," the old man answered without looking at him.

"Detective Joel Bedard, homicide."

"Yes, pleased to meet you," The Tuna again spoke without acknowledging Joel. The woman kept clicking away with her camera.

"I've heard a lot about you. I heard how you solved the Parking Lot Murders a few years back. The department still owes you for that one." Joel watched the woman move nimbly around the body.

"Well, Detective, you can help repay that debt by leaving the matter to me. My colleagues and I have the matter well in hand."

Joel stood silent for a brief moment. The woman finally looked at him. She didn't smile. She didn't frown. She just looked at him with a slight bit of curiosity.

"Excuse me, Tuna, but I've been assigned to this case, and I'm going to work it."

The woman looked back at the Tuna, with the same amount of curiosity.

"Very well." The Tuna sighed. "Just don't get in our way."

"It would be better if we pooled our resources," Joel suggested.

"It would be better if you were quiet," The Tuna replied.

"What information do we have on the victim?" Joel pressed.

"His name is Masterson, and he was last seen with a beautiful woman. He was here in Las Vegas to buy a priceless artifact. He was found like this by a maid, his penis bit off and all his blood removed from his body. All that the killer left was this queen of hearts you see on the bed."

"A vampire with a calling card?" Joel walked over to the bed, bending down a bit.

"So it would seem. Perhaps she identifies with the symbol of the woman in red. A strong woman with no qualms about - "

"Maybe she wants to be found," Joel interrupted, and for the first time, the Tuna turned to look at him. The gorgeous woman stopped clicking pictures. She turned her lovely face up to look at Joel, almost making him stop breathing.

"I'm sorry?" The Tuna asked, taking a step forward. He now appeared stronger than when Joel had first seen him. The woman stood up, moving in on Joel a bit also. Joel found himself taking a half-step back. He looked at the exotic woman, then back to the Tuna and his hard, blue eyes.

"Why else would she leave the card?" Joel started, stepping back towards them, "What's the point of committing a crime like this if no one knows it was you?"

"For the sake of anonymity," the woman spoke for the first time. Her voice sounded like a harp to Joel's ears. He couldn't take his eyes off her for what seemed like a solid minute.

"No, you don't leave such an obvious clue unless you want to be found. Didn't you people ever watch 'Batman'? Why do you think the Riddler left all those riddles? He wanted to challenge Batman. He wanted the notoriety. He wanted the world to know it was him. She wants us to find her. Have you checked the security videos yet?"

"I was about to send Kim to do so before you arrived," the Tuna explained. "Why don't you go with her?"

"Why don't you not tell me what to do?" Joel almost growled, and he couldn't help but notice a brief smile dance across the exotic woman's, across Kim's, face. "I'll head down there and check the videos, and you can think about working on this case together. I'd appreciate the chance to work with a legend, but if you want to play hardball, then we can do it that way. It's fine with me."

Joel spun around and walked out without looking back. He felt a tremendous rush of energy flow through his body, and he couldn't help but grin as he walked down the hall. Patrolmen Weavers and Joyce were smiling at him, and before he said anything to them, he realized that they weren't smiling at him at all. He glanced back to see Kim, the exotic woman, trotting along after him. He held up the police line tape for her, and she nimbly ducked underneath.

"Thank you," she said as they moved down the hall together.

"You're very welcome." Joel smiled his best mack-daddy smile.

"I don't think I've ever seen anybody tell the Tuna off like that, mister...?"

"Bedard. Joel Bedard."

"Wright. Kim Wright. It's very nice to meet you, Joel." She shook his hand. It was smooth, but strong. It was full of self-assurance. She knew her work, whatever it was. She wasn't the type to take any crap, and she was the most beautiful woman Joel had ever seen.

"And you too, Ms. Wright."

"Kim. Please." She smiled at him, and he felt the urge to loosen his silk tie.

"Alright, Kim. What can you tell me about this artifact that the victim was trying to buy?"

"It's a phallus encrusted with two emeralds, basically."

"A phallus?" Joel chuckled. "Are you serious?"

"Very. Many cultures have phalluses that hold a great deal of significance and some are even rumored to possess magical powers. Some think it belonged to a royal family. This one is a double-ended phallus with - "

"Wait. Wait." Joel stopped them in the middle of the hallway. "Are you telling me that this guy got his penis bit off and his blood drained because he was trying to buy a magical sex toy?"

"Well, there's more to the legend than the sexual aspect, but yes, I suppose so." She gave him the crippling smile again.

"The family jewels, huh?"

"Yeah." She giggled, making Joel's stomach flutter.

"That's the second craziest thing I've heard all day." They started walking again.

"And the first?"

"Some woman who thinks she can only have sex when she's wearing a red dress."

"Now that is silly. You can be sexual in anything!"

Joel said nothing. He wanted to say something witty, something flirty, anything, but he held back. He figured he start to speak, she'd give him the Killer Smile, and it would come out sounding like Charlie Brown's teacher.

They reached the main security video room, and quickly booted out the guard there so they could work in peace. They poured over hours and hours of videotape. They searched and searched for the victim, Dr. Masterson. They finally found him, about three hours later.

Joel had long since removed his suit jacket, and had loosened his tie. Kim didn't look any less stunning, even after the boring work they'd just accomplished. Joel leaned forward in his chair and zoomed in on the woman sitting next to Dr. Masterson.

"She's beautiful. That's good. A woman like that won't be hard to find."

"Where do we start looking?" Kim rolled up on her wheeled chair next to him. Her scent, a mixture of vanilla and jasmine, overwhelmed him. He glanced over to her as she leaned in close to get a good look at Dr. Masterson's possible killer.

"The Queen of Hearts Escort Service, where else?"

"The card?" Kim perked up.

"The card." Joel nodded.

"Why didn't we think of that?" She sat back in her chair a bit, turning to face him.

"You're not locals."

"How do you know I'm not a local, Joel?" She leaned back towards him, placing her hand on his knee.

"Trust me, if you were a local, I'd know you. You're far too beautiful to go unnoticed."

"That's very sweet of you, Joel. Very sweet."

She crawled forward, up out of her chair, and kissed him. Joel's eyes opened wider to take in the tremendous sight of her cat-like body stretching over him. His hands came up to her ribs, sliding up her cotton shirt and around to her shoulder blades. He pulled her close to him. Their tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths and he nibbled down her chin to lick slippery circles over her throat.

She straddled him in the chair, making him lean back as she moved her hips back and forth, sliding her pubic bone along the length of the bulge in his pants. She moaned softly as he kissed at her collar bone and slid his fingers into her hair. His other hand crept up from her hip, slowly moving to her breast, which seemed to be pushing against her shirt, begging to come out.

That's when the door opened. Kim's head whipped around and Joel leaned over to look past her. Standing in the doorway were three large Japanese men, with guns already drawn. They were all wearing black suits and had expensive haircuts. The leader, the one in the middle, pointed a finger that was missing the first knuckle at them.

"The tape! Give it to us and you will not be hurt!"

"What are you talking about?" Kim feinted.

"Do not play games! The tape!"

"Alright! Alright! Keep your shirt on!" Joel nudged Kim to slide off him. He popped the security tape from the recorder and held it out to the three men.

"Here you go."

The leader stepped forward, lowering his gun just a bit and holding out his hand.

That's when Joel kicked Kim's empty chair into him. The chair caught him in the shins, jerking him forward just a bit.

Joel came out of his chair in a lightning fast move, immediately pasting the man in the face with a hard right hand. The man's head snapped back and blood shot from his nose. The two thugs ran forward, one to catch their leader, and the other to train his gun on Joel.

Before Joel could move to intercept him, Kim came out of nowhere and grabbed the man by his gun arm. She dropped him with a quick arm bar takedown and buried her elbow into the back of his head as soon as his face met the floor. The leader was being held up by his crony, and Joel reached back to the small of his back, pulling the twin nickel-plated Colt .45 semi-automatics from their holsters.

"Kim, get the tape."

She already had it, and now had the downed man's gun trained on the other two as well. They maneuvered around to the door, leaving one man down and another bloodied as they hurried out the door and ran down the hall.

"Where are we going?" Kim yelled as they ran.

"My car!" Joel led her outside to the Javelin and they were soon speeding off. "Any idea who those guys were?"

"Yakuza probably. They work for a man named Miyuki Huang."

"Oh, shit! Special crimes unit has a file on that guy a mile long. What's he got to do with all this?"

"He's supposedly an intermediary for the sale of the Maltese Fuckin'."

"The what?" Joel blurted out with laughter.

"That's just a nickname my friends and I have given it."

"Well, if they're as beautiful as you, I'd love to meet them."

"I'm sure you will, Joel. Where are we going now?"

"The Queen of Hearts. I'm guessing our friends back there will be headed that way too, so we'd better get there first."

"A good idea. I'll call my friends, but in the meantime, how about I finish what I started?"

"What do you -?" Joel began, and Kim unbuckled her seat belt and slid her head under Joel's arm on the steering wheel. She pulled his zipper open and before Joel could say anything else, she was already sucking him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled all around him and his grip on the steering wheel tightened at the sensation. She held him gently in her hand as she slid her lips up and down the shaft, making him all slippery and wet. He was rigid. He was swollen. He was huge. He was so hard he was nearly in pain. Her pretty face looked up at him now and then, and she'd grin with a mouthful of cock.

The Javelin picked up speed as she nibbled and licked at him. Her nose pushed into his belly as she took all of him into her throat. She squeezed his balls through his pants, and that was the last straw. Joel let out a guttural moan and his backside stiffened beneath him, forcing his hips up at her. She moaned happily as he shot stream after stream of hot cum into her throat. She wrapped her lips around the head, tickling just underneath it with her tongue to coax the last bit out of him. She sat up, wiping just a little drop from the corner of her mouth. She zipped him back up. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

"Wow," he stammered after a few deep breaths, "I hope you'll let me return the favor."

"I will, don't you worry, after we're done with work."

"Then I'll work extra fast," Joel promised as they pulled into the parking lot of the office building which housed the Queen of Hearts Escort Service.

To Be Continued....




The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 5



Ch. V: The Plot Thickens

"Ah, I see our visitor has awakened." Hugo heard a husky voice chime in from somewhere near by. The world seemed a swirling misty haze. Hugo shook his head to relieve some of the cobwebs he felt to be laying on his brain.

"Let me introduce myself and my colleagues to you Mr. Kirby. I am Ms. Amelia Smarts. The two gentlemen to your left are Joel Markanetti," said tilting her head in a gesture to a taller thin gentleman, 'And this is Charlie "The Tuna" Harper,' She continued once again tilting her head towards a shorter more, well shall we say heavier version, of the first gentleman.

Hugo weighed his options. The world seemed to be slowing its' heavy spin. And the cobwebs were fading rapidly. He decided that given the right opportunity that he could take them out. They didn't appear to be the brightest or the strongest adversaries Hugo had ever faced. And he had to find Maddy. He was extremely worried for her. He had that gut instinct that he has only when there is a major wrong going on.

Reading Hugo like a book; Charlie placed his hand inside his jacket, resting it on his piece. Hugo was a man who would defiantly understand this gesture. "Easy there Kirby. Let's keep this as friendly as possible, huh?"

"Where are my manors? To your right there, Mr. Kirby, is Morris Logan," Amelia stated, as she drew a long cigarette from her delicate golden case. Morris immediately drew out a lighter and fired it for her.

Hugo did a quick mental assessment of this new character brought to his attention. He was at least six foot six inches. Probably weighed about 265, all of which seemed to be muscle, from where Hugo was sitting. Hugo looked in his eyes and saw a sharpness that might be missed by the untrained eye. Yes, this one would defiantly be a problem to tangle with.

"Morris is here to do two things Mr. Kirby. Hugo, May I call you that?" she went on without waiting for his reply. "One is to assure all of our safety, and the second is to keep this meeting as peaceful as possible."

"What in the hell do you want from me?" Hugo growled. He couldn't decide if this dame was just bitchy by nature or if she had been through some major shit in her life. Either way he was growing a quick dislike for her.

"It's simple we must know what Kim might have told you before her death."

"I don't know any damn Kim." Hugo's' mind replayed the last couple of days. Kim? Nothing was coming to mind.

Hugo watched as the dame broke into a cruel ear shattering laughter. She seemed both amused and pained at the same time.

"You care to share the joke with me?"

"My dear Hugo. It seems our little Kimmy had added you to her list of wrapped men before her death." She chuckled again. "Whipped men do so annoy me."

Amelia impatiently tossed her cigarette on the floor standing and crushing it out.

"Ok, I do suppose Madeline would be a little more familiar to you."

"You bitch; what have you done with Maddy!" Hugo tried to lung for her. He would wring the truth from her pretty little neck. Before he could get two inches off the bed, the 6'6 he-man had quickly put him in check.

No need to get hostile Hugo. I wouldn't waste my time to touch her." She spit out. "Kim was my sister Hugo. And while there was no love loss, I really never wanted any harm to come her way. She and I, along with these goons," she nodded at Joel and Charlie, "were trying to recover some important items from a rival family. Kim and Joel were getting to close. The bullet her little porter friend took was meant for her."

Hugo couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had known Maddy since childhood almost. Hell, they were high school sweethearts. How could she have had this whole other life he had never known about. He felt betrayed.

Amelia sat on the edge of the bed and placed her small slender hand on Hugo's' shoulder. She gave him a light squeeze. And he thought he heard her say sorry. "I know this is a lot for you Hugo. But we must press on. Are you ready?"

"Go on. I'm listening." Hugo stated. He was re-evaluating his assumptions of her. He suspected that she had been a victim of Maddy herself.

"Ok then." Amelia almost felt sorry for him. He was just another of Kim's' victims. Kim always carried an air of sweetness and light about her. But all she ever left behind was pain and heartache. Even her own sister couldn't be spared her cruelty. She had seen how happy I was with Joel. So she pressed her way into his life and crushed me out in the process. No, Joel wasn't faultless in that endeavor. But I will deal with him in my own time.

"Ahem, Amelia?" Joel prodded as he placed a hand on her back.

Snapped from her memories of pain Amelia realized that, he the man who had played a major part in crushing her spirit, was touching her. She gave him a complete look of disgust and snatched her shoulder away. "Where were we?"

"Kim and the porter Ammy." Morris answered her handing her a lighted cigarette. There was a softness that spoke both love and lust in his eyes.

Hugo caught this softness and was instantly curious about the relationship between the two. Could they be lovers? This big huge ball of muscle and the small delicate little lily. The matching was so odd, that it fit so well just the same.

Hugo was brought back to reality as Amelia continued.

"Oh yes, thank you love. I'll make this short and sweet. So let's save the Q&A for after class ok?" Amelia sat on the edge of the chair across form Hugo. Hugo couldn't help but notice as she crossed her long shapely legs. Amelia caught this gesture, took a deep breath and continued.

"As you know the bullet missed. And blind luck threw you in. Kim used you to keep her safe until she could reach Joel. She left with him after your lengthy love making session that night. They were set to rendezvous with an insider from the rival family. He had information that was to help us reach our goal. Well they walked straight into a trap and Kim was killed. Joel was to suffer the same fate, but luckily for him Charlie arrived just in time to save the day."

Hugo could tell by the tone of her voice and the look on her pretty little face that she wasn't so happy about that fact either.

"Now our dilemma since the stakes have been raised is to find out how much you know Hugo." She stared at him harshly. "You understand we can let nothing compromise this mission further?"

"To a point you have my understanding Miss Smarts."

"Hugo, please call me Amelia."

"Ok then Amelia, But what is so important? That all of you would risk your lives."

"There is no need to fill you in on more than you already know."

"Well free your mind doll. I don't know anything. Maddy told me nothing."

Amelia had the gut instinct to believe him. So she did. Her gut had never let her down before. "Then Hugo you are free to go."

"If you don't mind, I would like to help. I have my own little reason for wanting revenge."

"Of course; Kim." Amelia grated obviously annoyed again. "You know you and Joel should get together and compare stories." Hugo fought the urge to slap her. He realized that Maddy must have hurt this dame pretty bad. And his reaction was a little out of being made a fool of too.

"Amelia, we could use the extra help now." Joel stated ignoring the jab.

Amelia looked at him with a venomous stare and simply said, "Charlie?"

"I would have to agree Amelia." Charlie almost whispered, as if agreeing with Joel were like smacking her face.

"Fine then let's get out of here. This place is giving me the creeps. You two can fill Hugo in on the details in the morning."

They drove in silence through the night. The tension in the car seemed to be thick enough that they all were afraid if they opened their mouths it would choke them.

They arrived at a very nice upscale mansion, equipped with six-foot high fences surrounding the border and men with guns at ever turn. Hugo half expected to be patted down at the door. To his surprise and delight he was greeted by a short plump, very kind faced woman. Her name was Ma Lee. She showed Hugo to his room for the night.

Hugo stood in a hot steamy shower for a long time. Trying to come to terms mentally with all he had dealt with in just a few short days. Damn Maddy could always spice up a mans life.

With his bath finished Hugo lay and tried to sleep. It was a failing attempt. His mind was too heavy. Suddenly sneaking down into Ma Lees' kitchen and having a snack sounded like a plan.

Hugo was creeping down the hall when he heard voices. Upon further inspection he found they were coming from a room down the hall. He crept to the door to find it open and peeked in. Only to find Amelia in the arms of Morris.

"Ammy, you shouldn't get yourself worked up like that darling." Morris spoke softly in her ear as her stroked her cinnamon locks.

"I know love. Just the thought of the pain that she has caused so many people, makes me sick." Amelia looked into his golden eyes and wanted nothing more in that moment to be held kissed and loved by this man she loved so. "Make love to me Morris. Make me forget like only you can."

That was all the invitation that Morris needed as he claimed her lips with his. "Oh my." He rasped and increased the pressure to bring her fully against him.

Arching her back against him, Amelia, was aware of his hard, muscular thighs and the arms of steel that molded her to him. Morris carefully removed all of Amelia's' clothing revealing her beautiful shapely body. Then he lifted her and gently placed her on the bed. His eyes never leaving her body as he stripped off his clothing to reveal the largest cock that to this day she had ever seen.

He came to her, one arm circling her near to his beautiful physique, while the other was free to roam over her body. She felt she would go crazy now if he didn't do more than just hold her. Her breast seemed to swell to fill the palm of his hand, straining to achieve a greater feeling of pleasure. All of her body ached with this very same need.

She was arching against him in a deliberate provocation. She was hot and wanted him now. Her teeth teased his earlobe, nipping in sexual play. She didn't try to hide any of her sexual desires from him. Letting him see all of the fires that were engulfing her. She reached down, took his cock in her hand and stroked him gently.

"Are you trying to get a rise out of me?" Morris teased, kissing her forehead.

"Now; you are getting the idea."

His mouth began moving to her. "You my lady know, I'll give you all you can handle and more," he taunted.

His mouth came down to crush hers in a hungry needing kiss. His hands moving skillfully over her body, while hers did the same. Both of them were trembling with ecstasy before they had had their fill.

Morris seemed to be taking his time to examine her at great lengths. His hands following his traveling gaze. Lightly tracing over her shoulders, then moving down to her ribs. He drew invisible lines along each one, making her quiver.

By the time he moved up to her breasts she was filled with tension. Even then he didn't touch them as she had hoped he might. At first he just caressed the sides with soft stroking motions, then he cupped the heavy curves beneath her nipples. His thumbs going close but never touching the hungry peaks.

When he finally did draw near to a nipple, it was with a single teasing fingertip, moving it in tantalizing circles around each of her tiny pink areola in turn. But still without touching either of the highly sensitive centers.

They had responded nevertheless during this excitingly erotic torture, standing erect, tall, and tautly swollen. Amelia's' head was spinning.

"Just do it, for gods sake," she groaned at last. Her head flopping back on the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut as she thrust her breast eagerly forward.

"Just do what?" he teased.

"I... I..." desire would not let her finish for it had taken possession of her body.

"Never mind, Amelia," he muttered. "I know what you want baby." And he bent to start tonguing each nipple in turn, taking her breath away as he made love to them.

When he changed from licking to sucking, everything in her body crunched down hard. It was so delicious, His mouth wet and hot upon her, drawing feelings from her breast and sending shock waves to her clit as her suckled on her.

"Don't stop," she pleaded when he suddenly left her breast.

He said nothing just poised himself over her. Their eyes locked as he placed two fingers inside her hot, wet pussy, with his thumb expertly maneuvering her clit. He wanted to watch her climax as he continued his assault on her.

Amelia turned her head as the pleasure was building inside her body threatening to take her over. When she glanced at the door way she saw a shadow move. Someone was watching. Someone was watching. Amelia immediately climaxed at the thought. Then turned her head once again to look her lover in the eye. Now more turned on than ever.

Amelia could only stare as heat was starting to flood through her body again. Morris was impressive, but slightly scary. A big strong male animal that could take her more delicate body at will. His cock stood proudly looking back at her.

"No," he rasped as she went to grasp him to pull him into her. She needed him inside her.

"Cum for me first luv." He continued to pump inside her furiously, as his thumb sped up on her clit.

As if her body was willed to his command a tingling heat exploded within her body.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Morris," she moaned.

Once again she tried to pull him to her. And once again he denied her. Grabbing her waist, he abruptly lifted her, and then turned her on the bed in a kneeling position. He spread her arms along the headboard and curved her fingers over the edge in a tight grip. The position pressed her naked breast against the hard, cool brass, making her fiercely aware of their heat and aroused state. Her head was facing the door, which only heightened her pleasure knowing their peeping tom would see every pleasure that racked her body spread over her face.

She could not move, could not say a word. She remained still and speechless, her muscles stiffly held, her eyes wide as she stared dry mouthed at the door.

"Beautiful," he murmured as he began caressing her bare ass and thighs. Amelia moved to push her legs apart and she began to shake. She had never experienced anything so intensely erotic as the last hour. Her breathing had grown ragged with passion and lust, as she panted her hardened nipples rubbed arousingly against the brass headboard. She had never felt so turned on, or so wickedly sexy in all her life. Is this what is was always like for Kim, she wondered. Her body burned. Her thigh trembled. Her bottom wiggled, pouted and invited.

"Morris, Please," she whispered.

She gasped when he molded his huge body around hers, his large arms covering hers, his mouth hot against her ear.

"Tell me what you want, Ammy," he rasped. "Say it."

"I want you to fuck me. Don't play nice nice with me tonight Morris. Give it to me strong and hard," she shouted.

"So you want this?" he replied savagely.

She cried out at the brutal abruptness of his penetration, and then groaned with sinful pleasure when he began to pump powerfully into her. Her eyes squeezed shut and she gripped the headboard. But soon her own body was rocking backwards and forwards in counterpart with his hard pulsating strokes. It was a savage rhythm, a widely erotic dance.

The top of her head almost came off her body when she climaxed. It was fiercer than she had ever known. Morris' followed almost immediately, and it was while they were violently in an earth shattering spasm together that he turned her face around and covered her mouth with his. He moaned into her mouth, and then shuddered as their tongues met.

Their bodies gradually grew calm and they slumped onto the bed, still fused. Both held the other tight as if the world was coming to an end. And sleep took their bodies before they could speak a word.

Hugo jumped as he heard a sound come from behind. He realized that he was standing there holding himself. He grew still listening to the house no other noise could be heard. Hugo decided that it was time to take care of his needs. He crept silently back to his room.

The following morning Hugo as Hugo approached the veranda he found Joel and Amelia standing there in a heated conversation. Was she double-crossing poor old Morris? Could this all be some kind of game that he wasn't aware of? Deciding he had to know he slipped closer to listen in.

"Amelia, we need to talk." Joel said matter-of-factly.

"You silly fool, it's a bit late for that isn't it? Shouldn't you and Charlie be briefing Hugo now?" "Amelia; I always loved you."

Amelia promptly smacked Joel across his face, leaving her mark behind. "Go to hell you bastard. You accepted my love and trashed it when it did not suit you. Did you think that with Kim gone you could just switch back to the other sister? Well Joel, I ask this of you, please hold your breath until that happens, ok?" With that Amelia strolled away leaving Joel to stew in his defeat.

"Ahem. Mornin Kirby," Charlie drawled from behind.

Hugo was slightly embarrassed at being caught. "I, ummm," his words faltered. He couldn't think of a quick explanation.

"You seem to enjoy watching Amelia, huh?" Charlie went on as if Hugo had never spoken. "Last night, just now becoming a habit isn't it? Well you had better behave where she's concerned my friend. I would hate to have to tell old Morris you've taken a liken to his lady."

"I simply did not want to interrupt their conversation just now. And last night, well I have to admit that intrigued me to the point where I couldn't move." Hugo stuttered.

"Yea well, whatever buddy. We all have our little fetishes. Just you mind your P&Q's with her. Cause Old Morris, he'll break your neck without a second thought over her." Charlie warned.

Hugo just nodded.

Charlie led Hugo onto the veranda where Joel was seated. And after small reintroductions, Joel and Charlie led Hugo into the study. He needed to be brought up to speed on what was going on and where they stood at this point.

To Be Continued...



The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 6



Ch. VI: A Night in the Slammer

The whole day did not go the way I had hoped it would. There I was down at the Police Station trying to explain to two block headed cops my connection to of the most recent victims of murder, who just happened to be connected to a case I was working on. I had lost track of time by now and I was feeling rather seedy at this point. I needed food, a shower, and a drink if I could get one. I also needed a good answer, one that these dunderheads would buy until I could get in touch with my client, who conveniently dropped off the face of the earth. This case could bring in big bucks if I solved it, I had no doubt that I could solve it. I was close to an answer. That's why I was here in interrogation.

It started about a week ago, I had it figured to be an open and shut case, from the moment my new clients walked into my office, but the case took on the air of an old Bogart Movie gone bad. People started to drop like flies. I was surprised it took the cops this long to get to me.

My new clients were shown in by my secretary Ms. Flemming. The man who entered first filled the doorway. This guy was big. "Mr. Beckett I presume." The giant stuck out his paw we shook hands. "My name is Boggs, sir, Philo Boggs " He introduced his partner as "my associate Mr. Wong" His smaller partner bowed. I thought it funny, the guy didn't look oriental or like Peter Lori. Mr. Bogs sat on the only seat that would hold him my couch. "We would like to hire you sir." Said Mr. Boggs. "We will pay you well for your time. Isn't that right Mr.Wong?"

Before I could tell Mr. Boggs what my rates were he said. "We are willing to pay you $50,000 for this little job." I laughed and said "Who do I have to kill for that kind of money?" Mr. Boggs replied that no one was to be killed. There was to be an additional $20,000 upon completion of the transaction. "We are in the market for a very special "package" Mr. Beckett, and we are willing to pay a substantial sum for it's delivery." Well, if they wanted to pay that kind of money I wouldn't turn it down. "Doesn't your friend speak?" I asked. Mr. Boggs replied "Only when he has something to say."

Now, it was down to business. Boggs told me that there was a "package" that would be needed and exchanged for the one that he was to receive. Before I could say that there might be some initial expense, Boggs put $4,000 down on my desk. I almost had a heart attack. I wrote out a receipt and gave it to Mr. Boggs, who in turn gave it to Mr. Wong. "You will receive instructions by the end of the day Mr. Beckett, just follow it to the letter if you would." I watched as Boggs rose from my couch and he and Wong left with out saying anything more.

As soon as the dynamic duo left my office, I went to find Ms. Flemming. A note on her desk told me that she had gone to lunch. I left her a note about the money and left myself to get some lunch.

When I returned from lunch Ms. Flemming handed me an envelope and in it was a check for $ 50,000 and instructions that I had to follow. I told my secretary to get the check into the bank quickly. I told Ms. Flemming that I was off on business, and should be back by 5 PM.

I left my office and went straight to the address given in the instructions. I knocked on the door as instructed and when the door opened, there stood one of the biggest women I had ever seen.

She had to be close to 7' tall. "You must be Mr. Beckett" Was her greeting. I told her that I was.

"Call me Red." I could see why. Flame Red Hair. "Ok, Red, What do I do next?" I said.

She told me to follow her and I did as I was told. I figured she could break me in two. Red led me to a sitting room and told me to wait. While I waited , I could see flashes of naked flesh in the hallway. I realized then where I was. I was in "Red's Famous Whore House & Emporium." I wondered what her charges were. Before I thought more on it, Red returned and she was not alone. Red had returned with a woman who had to be older than dirt. Red made no introduction,

she simply told me to follow the old woman. I thought this is a lot of effort for a "package".

With out saying anything more Red turned and left the room. I held the door, and the old woman preceded me out the back of the building. I draw a blank after that, because someone turned out my lights. I never saw them coming. Some one had set me up. When I woke up I found myself in an ally, and no sign of the old lady. Except for my wallet, my pockets were empty. I figured there is nothing like a good beating to help me reconsider this case. I felt like shit. The bastards even took my watch.

I was surprised to see the lights in my office were still on. I went up and sure enough Ms. Flemming was still there. "You look like shit Sam." She said. Just what I needed another critic of my appearance. "I'm trying a new fashion statement called busted lip." I replied. "You have another client in your office Sam." She stated. I looked at Ms. Flemming and gave her my best Bogart impression "Thanks sweetheart, your a doll." With my busted lip it almost worked.

I didn't see her at first, I headed for the sink to wash my face. "Excuse me Mr. Beckett?"

I heard someone ask. I turned and said that I was Sam Beckett. The site before my eyes made the day worth it. A young lady stood before me in a fashionable outfit, she was fairly tall about 5'7"

Blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Her skirt was short enough to show two very shapely legs. Her breasts were firm looking, not large, just about right for me at any rate. "Please excuse my appearance, the Rodeo is in town I tried out for the Bullfighters job and lost."

The youngster told me her name is K.C. Jones and she need my help to find her father. I watched as she removed her jacket. Her blouse did nothing to hide her lovely breasts. I couldn't take my eyes off them. "Mr. Beckett, my father has been missing for several days now." I asked her all the routine questions about going to the Police etc. From what KC told me her father was something of an inventor and a fairly big business man in the state. He and her step-mother were nowhere to be found. "Do you know what your father might have been working on?" I asked.

No she told me, all she knew was that it was something big. "Ok, the first thing we do is you can call me Sam ok?" KC smiled and said that was fine by her.

I must have been daydreaming when I heard KC ask if I was ok. I told her that I was sorry for having lost track for a moment. " I would have no problem in paying your regular fee Sam." I had no doubts about that. I told her that I would take her case. KC gave me more information, and wanted to know if I could visit her fathers house. I told her that I would. She gave me the address and then I said to her. "I know this is kind of sudden, but would you like to have dinner with me tonight. I have not eaten since early morning". KC said that she would be glad to. She was young just out of High School, and she had hopes to be a lawyer or something.

I couldn't believe that we spent the rest of the night talking. I guess I just wanted to look at her, her smooth skin, her lovely lips. KC was quite a package. We said goodnight, and I promised to be at her house the day after tomorrow. I watched as her tight ass and shapely legs walked to her car and she drove off.

I had a rough time sleeping that night, I had KC on my mind all night. When I did finally get up, I found myself looking at a headline in the paper that I never expected to see. MURDER AT BIG RED'S!!!! Shit this can't be good I thought. I read on, it was Big Red herself. I was starting to feel I was way in over my head. First the old lady vanished, now Red is Dead. Someone was keeping close tabs on my movements. I needed an aspirin, a drink, and I needed to get laid. So far I was batting zero.

One thing did surprise me, and that was that the cops hadn't come for me yet. I expected them as soon as I read about Big Red heading for the "Big Sleep". Well I wasn't going to wait for them to show up. I had work to do. I needed fresh air, unfortunately the smog was in the way.

The next morning it was raining hard, that didn't bother me. I showered, had breakfast, and shaved real close. I even wore my good suit. It didn't take me long to find the Jones house. Nice two story house well kept lawn & flower beds. A well organized mind did this yard I thought. I was meet at the door by KC herself. She was stunning. She wore a white short sleeve blouse, black riding pants and black riding boots. "Hi, Sam come on in" She greeted me. " I was hoping to go riding today, but the rain stopped me." We sat in the kitchen and had a cup of coffee, and showed me around the house. I was right about the orderly mind. KC showed me a photo of her father. He was tall an older man about 60 was my guess. She was very close to me, I could smell her perfume It wasn't a heavy scent, it was faint, but just enough to get you to notice the woman wearing it.

KC told me that her dad did most of his work out in a small building in the back. I said that we should go and look around there could be something useful there. If she wanted, she could stay here while I went and checked it out. KC said she had no problem dodging the rain.

She was out the door and on the run for the small building that her father used. I had to push to try and catch up to her. We got soaked. The small building had a fireplace that KC lit and a well ordered work bench. We found a log book that her father kept, and some loose paper. Not much else. We tried to dry off, the fire was warm when KC stood near me, I could still smell just a hint of her perfume. I only turned my back for a second. When I turned around again KC had taken her blouse off. I stared at her lovely tits. I was dumfounded as she moved towards me.

KC came right up to me and kissed me long and hard. Her lips were soft and her tung darted into my mouth. She pushed me onto the couch. She sat on my lap facing me. "Don't say no Sam, take my bra off. I know you were dieing to the other day." I felt like a school boy fumbling with her bra. I let my hands roam over her supple body. I took her tit's and started nibbling and licking them. I could feel them harden on my tongue. KC moaned as my tongue played with her nipples. KC unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside. She ran her hands over my chest and down to my crotch. We stood up and helped each other out of our pants. I ran my hand over her crotch and felt how damp her panties were. She laid back as I slid my finger into her pussy. She spread her legs a little wider for me and that made it easier to move my finger in and out of her pussy.

I could feel her crotch was damp now and it wasn't from the rain. I let my tongue trace a trail over her nipples and down to her waiting pussy. I slid my tongue around the lips of her pussy and she shuddered as if an earthquake ran through her body. I could feel her hands guide my head to the right spot as I licked her pussy. KC ran her fingernails over my back and dug into my ass as each spasm shook her body. I could feel her hands grab at my shoulders and pull me towards her.

I followed her lead. I knew what she wanted when I felt her hand on my cock. KC started to guide it to her pussy. I felt her dampness on the head of my cock. I pushed my cock in and KC let out a loud groan as my cock entered her. I started to pump my cock in and out like a piston. "Come on Sam, fuck me harder!!!" She said out loud. Her finger nails dug into my ass as she helped me fuck her. She grabbed my ass and kept pulling me into her. Our bodies seemed to move as one. I fucked her as hard as I could, we climaxed at just about the same time. I shot my sperm into her as I did I shivered with each spurt of my cock. I never really experienced something like that before . I don't know how long we staid they way we were, I was about to move off her, but KC said "Don't get off yet Sam." She wanted to let my cock slowly slide out of her. The light from the fireplace made KC's nude body look even more inviting. I doubt that neither of us can say how long we stayed in the building, but we got to know each other a lot better. We got a taste of each other more than once that wet afternoon. I asked if she wanted to have dinner with me again tonight and mabey take in a movie. "We'll see." She said with a smile.

I could not take my eyes off of her even as she dressed again. I told her how beautiful she looked, and I thanked her for sharing herself with me. I read some of her father's diary, and I felt that the answer may be hidden in there someplace. I walked around looking at the lab table and decided to take a peak into the microscope. There was something blocking the view of the slide.

I turned the scope over and found a dot of microfilm attached to the lens. I asked KC if she had any idea of what it might involve. She didn't. I told her I knew someone who is very good at finding the secrets of microfilms and such. "I think my dear," I said to KC "this maybe a lead that will find your father." It was a light in the dark. I asked KC again if she might be interested in a dinner and a movie tonight. I wasn't sure what she would say or do. She jumped into my arms and gave me a long "French Kiss." "Pick me up at 7:30 tonight, I'll be ready."

We said our goodbyes for the moment and I headed my car towards my friend Pete Compton's place. I figured if anyone can get the information off the microfilm it would be Pete.

On the drive over, I could not get the thought of KC off my mind, the feel of her naked body the soft scent of her perfume was staying with me the whole way. When Pete and I finally got together, he looked at the chip and told me he would be able to tell me what was on it in a couple of hours. I said no problem and left him to his work.

I headed back to my office in good sprits. I did however have the feeling that the microfilm and the missing inventor and my "Package" were part of the same very nasty game. I made it to my office and told Ms. Flemming that I finally found the hot lead that I was looking for, and the two cases were really one and the same just coming from different angles. I made sure that the diary was put in a safe place, and headed back out the door, and right into the arms of the Police.

Just my luck.

Now you know how I came to spend the night in the slammer. My former partner Jim Gaffney was asking all the questions. The ass didn't believe a word I told him. "Your a suspect Sam" he told me. I told him he was an asshole. Jim's face turned red. "What happened at Red's ,Sam?" he asked for the hundredth time. "I told you just what happened." We were going round in circles it was a waste of breath. Then came the surprise. "What about the Jones microfilm?" he asked. Jim tipped his hand, he knew he went to far. I leaned close to him and said "I always knew you were dirty Jim. When I finish this case I am going to bring you down, that I promise." My former friend and partner turned and left the room. Jim's question proved that the two cases were really one and the same. I was also getting a good idea who was behind it all. I just had to get out and prove it.

"Where is Sam Beckett?" I heard a voice loud and clear even where I was. Jim returned and told me I could go. "We can't hold you Sam as much as I would like to." he said. I just smiled and walked out of the room. I entered the lobby of the Police Station and there to my surprise was KC Jones on the warpath. She calmed down as soon as I appeared. I told her all was well, and that we could leave now. She reached up and kissed me in public. I guess we were now an item. We did finally find a place to eat, but it was to late for any movie this night. "Take me home Sam." She said. I told her that she may want to stay as far away from me as possible, because now there was real trouble. KC insisted that where I went she would go. "Take me back

to your place Sam." I decided not to argue with her. "I'm not letting you go that easy Sam Beckett."

I knew what I had to do now, it was time to call out reinforcements. It was time to get the old gang back together again. I planed to tear down these bastards and I was going to need a lot of help. I was going to give them all a new asshole and then I would bury them. I knew exactly who I would call first.

To Be Continued...



The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 6



Ch. VI A Night in the Slammer: The Dragnet Tightens

The night was like most in Vegas, the chilly night air was a relief from the daytime heat. Sergeant Joe Friday and his side kick Sergeant Pete Gannon had been given the murder case of Joseph Masterson, Ph. D., they had all the juicy details and the only clue in sight was the lady in the red velvet dress that no one knew.

"How the hell does someone cut your cock cut, suck all your blood out, and not leave a mess?" Sergeant Gannon asked shaking his head.

"From what they say, that hot bitch in the red velvet dress could suck a tennis ball through a straw. According to the bandleader she was one Hot Lady with a body to die for and that poor Professor did!" Friday smirked. "What a way to go." He was shaking his head and thinking of the pain Masterson went through just before he kicked off.

They had gone over everything in room 33B and found nothing, not even a hair from the mysterious woman in red. It was going on 11pm when the radio call came in that another body wa found at the same motel. "Floor it Gannon." Friday said, hanging the microphone up.

"We better find something there or our ass is grass." Gannon said looking over at Friday as the car bolted down the neon filled main drag towards the Sands Casino.

With tires squealing they pulled into a parking space in front of the Sands. "You can't park there." yelled the doorman.

Sergeant Friday flashed his badge as they passed by him. "We can park anywhere we damn well please," he said with a grin.

When they entered the main casino they saw Frank Gabatino, the head of security, waiting for them. He was a big man with arms the size of most men's legs and he wasn't too happy with us being in his place right now.

"Frank, what..." Gannon barely got out of his mouth before they found themselves dragged down the side hall towards Frank's office.

"Shut the fuck up asshole. I'll do the talking. You just listen. Alright?" He opened the door and pushed them inside. "Look you flatfooted bastards. I got a dead guy upstairs, tied to a bed with no cock"

Friday and Gannon looked at each other in disbelief.

"What? Another one? Holy shit! What the hell is happening here Gannon?" Friday said shaking his head.

"What the fuck do you mean another one?" Frank yelled slamming his fist hard against the desk.

"Hold on now Frank. You do read the papers, don't you? It's all over Vegas how that professor got it the same way last week over at the Flamingo." Gannon was getting tired of this asshole's attitude.

"Now take us to the room right now or we will have your ass." Friday yelled back pointing to his badge.

"We'll go up the service elevator. I don't want the guest to know anything is wrong." Frank lead the way towards the elevator.

"I guess you showed him." Gannon said in a low voice hoping Frank didn't hear him.

"Yeah, right. Let's go." Friday said, pointing towards the waiting elevator.

Frank pushed the third floor's button then told them both "If this hotel is in the papers tomorrow you might not be able to read for a long time! You got that?"

"Yeah, I got it. Your threatening a cop right? Now lets get one thing straight Frank. We are the real cops, and we say what happens from here out."

Frank's face turned beat red with the veins in his neck popping out. "You just keep this quiet or else." Frank finally said before the door opened. "Follow me." Frank lead them down the hall stopping at room 33B.

The two Detectives just stood looking at one another.

"What the fuck are you waiting on? Get your asses in here before someone sees you!" Frank said between clinched teeth. Slamming the door closed Frank motioned for them to follow him into the bedroom.

"What a joint." Gannon said, as he walked into the room looking around at the luxurious surroundings.

"Bet this place will set you back a few hundred a night." Friday said admiring the fancy paintings, full wet bar and all leather furnishings. Standing in the bedroom doorway. Frank pointed to the dead man laying tied with leopard skin cuffs just like the professor.

"Oh, God! He's just like the other one. Sucked dry and all!" Friday said looking around the bed for a clue to go on. "Only a freak could do something like this." Friday said raising an eyebrow.

"Who is he?" Gannon asked pulling his pad out to take notes.

"Some big time collector that comes here all the time to gamble away his money. His name was Professor Grope." Frank said.

"Collector?" Friday asked.

"Yeah, from what I was told he collects rare tribal things from Africa. You know, like spears, trinkets, and junk like that," Frank explained.

"What's this Maltease Fuckin we heard about Frank? Do you know anything about it?" Friday asked.

"What the fuck you talking about Friday? Mother fucking what?" Frank shot back at Friday in that deep New York accent.

"Not mother fucking," Gannon explained, "it's Maltease, like the book and the movie. You know the movie Bogie made so famous?"

"I don't know no Maltease nothing," Frank said looking confused.

A sudden knock at the door startled them all, "I'll get" Frank said moving towards the door. He stuck his head out and spoke to someone for a minute before opening the door allowing one of the showgirls to enter. "This is Angel," Frank said leading her into the room. "She has some information she thinks could help you guys."

"I'm Sergeant Friday, this is Sergeant Gannon. What do you know about all this?"

"Well, that lady in red was playing Blackjack with him this evening. She was winning big time. You know what I mean."

Friday nodded his head admiring her body more than listening to what she had to say. "Damn what a doll" he said to himself.

"They were talking about something he had to sell. Maltease something or other." She explained to the two officers.

"Maltease Fuckin" Gannon said before he realized what he had said.

Angel blushed a scarlet red. Grinning, she said, "Yeah that's it. What's a Maltease Fuckin?"

"I'm not real sure yet but when I find out I'll let you know." Friday said eyeing her up and down as he spoke. "Do you know anything else? Can you identify this lady in red if you saw her again?" Friday asked.

"Yeah, I think I could. I'm not real sure. You want me to look at some mug shots?" she asked.

"We might," Gannon said nodding his head.

"I better get going. You know how hard it is to find a cab this time of night and I live on the west side of town?" Angel said turning to leave.

"Angel, hold on a minute." Friday pulled Gannon to the side. "Could you get a ride back to the office with the black and white when they get here?"

"Sure old buddy. You looking for some action from this doll?" Gannon grinned and prodded Friday in the ribs.

"Yeah, I am." Friday said, looking over at Angel.

"Joe, that's why I'm married. It's at home waiting for me right now. I don't have to go running all over town to get laid." Gannon said proudly.

"Yeah, yeah, I know all about it. You're a lucky man to have a fine woman like you got." Friday said with a smile.

"I have never cheated on her either." Gannon said.

"Well the day you do I want to be there." Friday smirked.

"Not going to happen. You can count on it Joe." Gannon added proudly.

"I'll give you a ride home Angel. It's on my way to the office and you helped us out so it's the least I can do. Besides, I may be able to find out some more information." Friday said leading her out the door.

"That's awful sweet of you Sergeant Thank you." she said placing her hand in his. Friday felt her lean against him as they waited for the elevator.

"I'll have to take in one of your shows sometime. What kind of show are you in?" Friday asked.

"I'm a stripper in the Follies," she said winking at Friday.

Joe smiled. "Really? Now that's a profession only someone as pretty as you could have." He looked Angel in the eyes. She had those big brown eyes that could melt butter in a matter of minutes and Joe's heart was close to skipping a beat when she leaned over and kissed his cheek lightly.

"Awwww, you're so sweet," she said tightening her grip on Joe's hand.

They headed down to the car and in a few minutes where parked outside Angel's apartment.

"Would you like a drink Sergeant?" she asked.

"Yeah. I would love one." Friday said thinking to himself, "This stripper could strip for me anytime she wants."

Friday walked around to open her door. His cock had started to grow just thinking about her stripping and he was having a hard time stopping it. As Joe took her hand, his eyes moved down to her skirt hoping she would allow it to ride up just another inch to expose her garter belt and maybe even a glimpse at her panties.

Angel let her skirt ride up her luscious thigh as she glided out of the seat. Angel knew what she was doing. It was her job to drive men crazy and she was the best stripper The Sands had. Angel was feeling a little frisky and Friday would do just fine to scratch the itch she had developed in her pussy while stripping earlier that night. Angel handed Joe the key to her apartment. "It's number 33." she said pointing at the door.

Friday shook his head thinking "Damn, that number has been coming up all day." He opened the door and followed her inside.

"What will it be Joe?" she asked, dropping her sweater on the couch.

"Gin and tonic." Friday said, removing his jacket.

"I got scotch or vodka Joe. Oh, and beer." She pointing at the small bar in the corner. "I don't drink much. It makes me do things," she said smiling.

"Vodka on the rocks then." He pointed at a large black object on her table. "What's that?" he asked.

"Oh that? Something a friend gave me last week. Isn't is awesome?" she asked picking it up and cradling it in her soft hands.

"Looks like some kind of sex toy or something." Friday said looking at the strange object closely.

"My friend said it was a phallic symbol. What ever that is," she said handing the smooth black object to Friday.

They both drank the first drinks down hurriedly. Friday made the second round and sat down beside Angel sipping his drink while admiring her shapely legs. He moved his arm around her shoulder and she slipped closer to him letting her hand rest on his upper thigh. Joe felt the tingle in his groin. His cock responded to her touch, moving as it grew harder. Angel saw the bulge growing in his pants and decided to have some fun.

"Joe? Is it ok to call you Joe?" she asked seductively and didn't wait for an answer. "I'm going to slip into something more comfy. Is that okay with you?"

"Sure. Take your time." Joe watched her walk towards the bedroom. Her shapely ass swinging from side to side as she walked. "God, what a body." he said under his breath.

"What? Did you say something Joe?" She asked turning to face him.

"No, I was just thinking out loud." His face turned red.

"Could you help me a minute?" she asked from the bedroom.

Joe jumped up and almost ran to her.

"Could you help me with this damn zipper? It always hangs up. I guess I should get it fixed." she said, turning her head to him.

Joe moved closer placing one hand on her waist and the other on the stuck zipper. He pulled it down slowly. It moved freely, with very little effort. He continued all the way down exposing her back and shoulder to his gaze. She wasn't wearing a bra and when the dress slipped farther off her shoulders she didn't make a move to stop it. Joe moved his hand up her side and pulled her back into him. She felt the bulge she had seen earlier. It felt so big, so hard and she moved her hips back into his crotch. Joe lightly kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear lobe making Angel moan in pleasure. She wasn't use to men being gentle with her. She always seemed to attract the rougher types of men for some reason. Joe's soft touch and gentle kisses were driving her crazy.

"God you smell great," Joe whispered into her ear as he licked and sucked on her lobe.

"You keep that up and you might get a free show tonight," Angel purred.

"I was thinking more on the lines of a great fuck Baby." Joe said huskily.

"Oh now, that can be arranged," she said turning to face Joe. Her lips parted and she softly kissed him. Joe held her close. His hands moving up towards her perfect breast. Firm breasts with large nipples that ached for his attention. He moved his tongue inside her mouth darting it around the tip of her tongue. She moaned and let her body fall against his. Her hands caressed his back as his hands found her right breast. Pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger caused Angel to moan louder.

Joe broke the kiss. Leaning back so her breast where in his view. "You have the most beautiful breast I have ever seen." Joe said, with a crack in is voice from the excitement he was experiencing.

His hands moved down her body pushing her dress free of her hips. She stepped out of the dress and moved away from Joe. Spinning around she gave him a view of her perfect ass before she laid down on the king size bed. She held her arm up and motioned for Joe to join her with a crook of her index finger. Joe leaned over her, kissing her flat belly and tracing her navel with his tongue while removing her bikini panties. Angels raised her hips to help him. Her fingers caressed his hair. He moved down her body smelling her intoxicating sent. He could tell she was hot! No doubt about it. He could see the moisture glistening on her pussy lips and they were swollen from her excitement. Joe knelt down in front of her, sliding a finger through her slit and opening her pussy lips. His tongue licked around her clit as he sucked it into his mouth. Angels held her breath as she felt his tongue enter her. A moan from deep inside her escaped as he sucked her clit. She wrapped her long legs around his head holding him tight to her pussy.

Angel normally controlled her sexual partners but Joe had her at his mercy. Her body responded to his tongue as he worked it deep into her wet pussy. She moaned and pulled his hair as she began to orgasm. "Oh God. Suck my pussy. Lick me dry Baby." Angel cried as her body jerked from the powerful orgasm that was rocking her soul. Joe moved from her pussy letting his tongue slip across her puckered asshole. Angel cried out. "Yes! Oh God yes!" He sank it deep in her ass while two fingers stroked her pussy. "I'm cumming!" She screamed as his thumb rubbed her clit and his tongue worked her asshole over. "Awwwwwwww God yes." Her hips bucked to meet his fingers. Her head flopped around as her body shook and jerked on it's own.

Angel pulled him up from her dripping pussy. His face was covered in her juices and he saw her face was in full blush after her last mind shattering orgasm.

"Come here. I want that cock of yours in me now."

Joe moved with her demanding hands for fear his hair would have been plucked out like feather on a chicken. She meant what she said, and he was going to make sure she got what she wanted.

Angel reached down and guided his cock to her soaking wet pussy. Joe made one hard thrust shoving his member deep into her. "Yes. Oh God yes." she moaned as his cock filled her wanting pussy to full.

Joe moaned loudly as his cock drove in hard. He pumped his hips into her mound from different angles and Angel squealed with delight as she bucked her hips to meet his. "I can't take it all. It's too big!" she pleaded, as Joe forced more and more of his cock inside her, stretching her to the limits. Joe had made sure she didn't get a good look at his monster cock ahead of time, knowing that most woman would be afraid to fuck him after seeing 10" of cock sticking out that was as thick as his wrist.

Joe slammed his mighty cock deeper, making Angel gasp from the pressure he was putting on her pussy. "Yes, Oh yes. I'm Cumming Baby. Fuck me hard. I want all of that cock." She screamed as Joe pounded away. He felt his orgasm building fast and he knew he would blow any second. "I want it all baby. FUCK ME!" she screamed over and over as Joe's cock started to shoot his cum deep inside her.

"I'll fuck you Baby. You want it all? Here it is!" Joe slammed the last two inches inside her pussy while she was climaxing.

"Yes. Yes. Ohhhhhhh God, yes!" she screamed as she had orgasm after orgasm.

Almost exhausted, Joe slowed his pace as Angel's orgasm subsided. With his cock softening, Joe lay down on Angel. The two lovers gasped for air as they tried to regain control of their bodies.

Angel cooed at Joe, "I thought I had been fucked before. How wrong I was. That was the best fuck I ever had Baby!"

Joe smiled, "Just wait till the second round Baby, if you think that was good."

******

Gannon had just about finished his work at the crime scene when the phone rang. "It's for you Sergeant Gannon. Frank said it's your Captain. "Thanks. Yeah Captain, what's the problem?"

"Get over to Charlie Tuna's right away. He has been linked to the Maltease what ever it is thing. I have a black and white waiting for you so get your ass in gear. Where the hell is Friday?"

"He went on another lead Captain," Gannon said before hearing the rest of the Captains instructions.

*******

Gannon knocked sharply on Charlie Tuna's door.

"Who the hell is it?" he heard from inside. "It's Sergeant Gannon, Police. Open the door!"

Charlie opened the door wondering what the hell was going on. Gannon moved past Charlie into the house.

" What's the big idea banging on my door at 2am" Charlie yelled.

"We got word you have the Maltease Fuckin." Gannon said.

"What? What if I do? It's no concern of the cops."

Gannon said, "Let me put it this way Charlie. If you do and don't tell me, I'll have to throw your ass in jail for suspicion of murder."

"You're not doing any such thing! Even if I did have it I didn't kill anyone so get lost or get a warrant!"

Looking back at the door, Gannon motioned the uniform officers in. "Ok boys. He's all yours. Book him."

Charlie's protests fell on deaf ears as the officer handcuffed him and led him away.

"Nice place he has here. Wish I could afford a place like this." Gannon said aloud.

"Where is Charlie? A voice asked from behind a door.

"Going to jail." Gannon said looking for the person connected to the voice.

Sal walked out into the room dressed in a thin, silk nightshirt. "Who the hell are you?" she asked.

"Sergeant Gannon, Police." he said, showing his badge.

"Why did you arrest Charlie?" Sal questioned him.

"That's police business. You'll have to ask him," Gannon said.

"What's going on Sal?" Caitlin asked walking out in nothing but a long Tee shirt.

"Yeah, what's all the fuss out here?" Kim echoed as she made her appearance in a short teddy.

Gannon stood looking at the three beauties not knowing what to say and his cock began to grow just watching them. "Damn it's a good thing I'm married" he thought to himself.

Sal explained things to the other two and then they all turned their attention to Gannon. "Ok. Here is the deal Sergeant Gannon. You turn Charlie lose or we take matter into our own hands!"

"Now ladies settle down. Lets not get our panties in a wad," he said all the while thinking "I hope they have panties on under those clothes. Clothes? What clothes?"

"Just like a man. Always thinking we have panties on!" Caitlin said, pulling her tee shirt up exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. Gannon stared not saying a word. He didn't see Sal go behind him and retrieve a pair of handcuffs from a drawer in the desk. Caitlin moved closer to him pulling her tee shirt higher as she walked. Gannon was spell bound by the beauty while Sal came from behind him and cuffed his hands before he even knew what had happened.

"What the hell?" he screamed.

"Ok girls. He's all ours. Now lets have some fun! We can't get Charlie out until morning so let see what this cop has for us besides threats." Sal reached around Gannon and opened his belt. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down.




The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 6



"Wait just a minute here ladies. I'm a married man!" he pleaded with them. But with Caitlin dancing around him completely nude now, he couldn't stop his cock from growing hard

Sal pulled his boxer shorts down leaving him standing there with an 8" cock sticking out from under his shirttail.

"Oh yeah! Look girls. He's a stud!" Kim said, pointing to his cock. Shw knelt down in front of him and looked up at him with a sexy smile before licking the head of his cock and then engulfing it in her hot mouth.

Sal watched in amazement as Kim sucked all but an inch of his cock down her throat.

"Wow! You go girl." Caitlin said before joining Kim on the floor. "I want some of that too girl. Don't you dare hog all that monster for yourself!" Caitlin giggled.

Sal held Gannon still while the two vixens sucked his cock like he had never dreamed it could be done. His wife was good but this was unbelievable!

"Ok girls. I give. Take the cuffs off, please?" Gannon begged as his body betrayed him. "You keep that up and your going to be sorry," he said feeling his orgasm starting to build.

"Why would we be sorry honey?" Sal asked.

"I'm fixing to blow your friends head off in just a second," he said between clinched teeth.

"Well hell honey, that's what she wants you to do." Sal said laughing. "You mean your wife doesn't swallow?" she asked.

" Nooooooooo. Oh God, suck my cock!" He screamed as his seed shot from his cock filling Kim's mouth to over flowing. Caitlin licked and sucked up all his cum that spilled from Kim's hungry mouth.

"Hey I want some," Sal complained.

Kim stood up and walked over to her. Without saying a word, she kissed Sal, sliding her tongue into her mouth so she could taste Gannon's cum.

"Mmmmm, he's good to the last drop Baby. Just like Maxwell House." Sal said after the kiss as she licked Kim's lips clean.

"Ok Sergeant. "Lay down and get ready for the time of your life! Have you ever been with anyone besides your wife?" Sal asked, helping him to the floor.

"Never. She's the only one." Gannon said before the girls pounced on him.

"Kim get bruiser for the Sergeant to enjoy." Sal ordered before sitting on his face...

To Be Continued....