6 comments/ 15990 views/ 12 favorites Dick Steel; Private Eye By: Lost Boy All characters are eighteen or older. Please vote and comment to tell me if you like, thanks! ***** The Case of the Insatiable Fiancé: Chicago: 1924 I looked out at the city on that muggy August night. My window afforded me an unrestricted view of one of the seediest neighborhoods the city had to offer. Even though it was late, half past ten, there was still a lot of activity down below. Speaking of activity down below my lovely young secretary, Iris Moorhead was working overtime as she forced her lips further and further down the length of my trouser snake. She was the kind of girl who had an oral fixation that bordered on the obsessive; in a word she loved to suck cock. Her eyes were closed as she focused her undivided attention to the task at hand. While she licked and stroked me with one hand the other was buried deep in her beaver. I could hear the soft wet sounds of her fingering herself over the blowjob she was giving me. If she ever decided to leave me I wouldn't hesitate in writing her a letter of recommendation to any of the pimps seeking her employment. Even as that thought crossed my mind I felt my loss of control become complete. "Gonna cum," I grunted in warning and as she always did this just fired her up to the next level. She used both hands now to jack me off and wrapped those tender lips of hers around the head to capture my load. "Aw fuck darling here it comes!" I said even as the first splash of sperm hit the back of her throat. I watched as her throat muscles worked and she swallowed every last drop. I could tell by her ruddy complexion that she had come right along with me, the taste of my love juice does that to her. "Gosh Mr. S that was the best one this week," she said in her nasally voice. "Do you need me to stay and take some 'dick-tation'?" "I don't know babe, that one kind of took the wind out of my sails if you know what I mean," I said even as she rose up and flashed me that wet pussy of hers. "Well, how about I do some filing and check back with ya in half an hour," she purred. "I wouldn't want you to miss out since I'm all fired up and all." "You are always thinking about me," I said as she dropped her skirt and headed for the outer office. The door had barely opened when she was cursing like a god damn sailor. I got up as is and turned to face her. I could see the files, my files, scattered all over the floor. What kind of fucking low life sneaks into a guy's place of business and ransacks it while he's getting a little head? That's just plain mean. Then Iris was bending over to collect the fallen files when I got my second wind. Was it the sight of her naked ass under that short skirt of hers? Maybe it was the glistening trail of her love juices down her inner thigh that did it for me? I didn't care. I walked up behind her lined up my dick and sunk it deep into her in one fell swoop. Iris dropped the files and grabbed ahold of her desk to keep from being steam rolled to the floor. She was cursing now but this time for a good reason. She had my cock buried deep inside of her and I was pounding her pussy for all I was worth. I bet her caterwauling was going to wake the neighbors or have them calling the cops, again. Iris was bucking like a fucking bronco just as the door to the office opened and a dame walks in. We both look up as the lady raises an eyebrow before sitting in one of the chairs. "I hope I didn't come at a bad time," she said in a low sensual voice. "No, just give me a minute," I said as I hammered the shit out of Iris and rode out her explosive orgasm which the lady had walked in on. "Almost there... almost..." The rest was unintelligible as I sprayed Iris' insides with a huge load. I stood there balls deep in my secretary as I looked over at the snooty bitch. She was dressed nice, new shoes, and her hair looked like it cost more to upkeep than my car. She was a real stunner with her coal black locks and bright blue eyes. The rack she was hiding beneath her dress was nothing short of breath taking. I bet her tits would feel great wrapped around my dick and hitting me in the face as she rode me. Reluctantly I pulled out of Iris and let her clean my cock with her lips and tongue before tucking it back in. The dame never batted an eyelash as she watched the entire proceedings. She may be dressed like she came from money but her behavior screamed otherwise. "So what can I do for you," I said once I was decent. "I want to hire you and apologize," she said her eyes still twinkling with unguarded lust. "Apologize for what," I asked as Iris moved to her desk and took out a notepad. "I mentioned to a few friends of mine that I would be coming by to hire you," she said. "I fear one of them is the culprit who did all of this." She made a sweeping gesture with one hand. "What exactly do you want me to do for you miss..." "Moorcock, Danielle Moorcock," she said smiling. "I am engaged to be married and I am unsure if my fiancé is being faithful to me." "So you want me to follow him around and make sure he's keeping his dick in his pants," I said and she actually smiled. "Yes, I have a list of some of my female friends he might be interested in," she said opening her expensive leather bag up. She handed the list to Iris who whistled when she read some of the names. "You must be discreet Mr. Steel I don't want any reputations being tarnished unfairly." "And if he is running around on you," I asked and she smiled wickedly. "I will deal with that myself," she said as she rose to leave. "Feel free to come by the house when you have information, either or both of you. We have a swimming pool." She left without another word. Iris and I laughed at the entire situation and then I looked at the file folders scattered all over the floor. If she was responsible and this was one of her friend's actions I began to wonder what I had gotten myself into. I told Iris to clean herself up before she picked up the mess. My apartment was attached to one side of the office. It wasn't long before I heard the sound of the shower running. I was torn between joining her and starting this case. I needed the money more than I needed another pleasant encounter with dear sweet Iris so I left her a note and headed over to Harry's. I ran a comb through my hair, grabbed a few bucks and headed for the elevator. Even though it was after ten at night it was still hot as all hell. I walked the three blocks down to the tavern, said hi to the whores along the way and did a mental check list on the names this Moorcock lady had left us. There were two that I recognized right off the bat. They were socialites and known to run in some questionable crowds and this lead to some scathing articles in the local papers. Like most speakeasies in Chicago it had a legitimate business up front, in this case a resale shop, but in the basement was the real money maker Harry's. Now Harry's wasn't your typical gin joint. First of all it was owned by one Detective Harry Everhard one of Chicago's finest. Second, everyone knew that Harry was on the take by the local mob and it was that income that had allowed him to set up the bar in the first place. So the atmosphere of the place was interesting and never failed to please. So I walked around back and knocked on the steel reinforced door. The tiny slit set at eye level opened and I could tell by the bright blue eyes that Chuck was working the door tonight. "Password," he said in his serious tone. "Hey Chuck," I replied. "I said... what's the password," he said a little annoyed. "What day is it," I asked. "Wendsday," he replied. "Henry handover," I said after a moment of contemplation. I heard the bolt slide and the heavy wooden door opened. There was just enough room to slip passed the doorman to the flight of stairs that led to the basement and the speakeasy it contained. But the brilliance of the set up is that Harry not only purchased one business but three. He also owned each building on either side of the pub. He hired an engineer to scope out all three basements and when he got the go ahead Harry took out key pieces of the basement walls and expanded into the other two areas. While it would look small from the outside the place was huge down below. There were even two escape tunnels that led to the sewers in the back. An access tunnel led to a garage half way down the block. There patrons could slip away unseen in case of a raid. I stepped past Chuck and took the stairs down into the bar proper. It had grown over the last year. Harry had bought out the two neighboring businesses so he could use their basements for the bar. He talked to one of his contacts in the mob and got ahold of an engineer to plan the expansion. They opened up the two walls and remodeled the spaces. Part of the northern basement was used for office space while the majority was used for gambling tables. Half of the southern basement was used for an orchestra pit and dance floor. The rest became private booths for high paying customers. I made my way through the press of bodies heading directly for the main bar set in the center of the middle room. The square space served as both a bar and washing station for the dirty glasses and there was the object of my desire. Sure there were serving girls who took great care of the customers but I wanted to see the one and only Tits McGee. She was a stunning redhead with a rack any hunter would want to mount. She was wearing a white cotton blouse that was half unbuttoned and tied under those glorious udders of hers. She was also sporting a short skirt that made me wonder if she had bothered to put on any panties beneath. She saw me coming and welcomed me in with a smile and a wink. By the time I got to the bar she had already poured me a cold one. "You are a lifesaver darling," I said as I sat down. "I get that a lot," she said in her sensual tenor. "Fair warning she's working tonight." "Crap," I cursed even as my little sister appeared behind me. "Love you too big brother," she said as she handed over her tray of dirty glasses to Tits. "Don't you two start anything tonight I am in a good mood," Tits said sliding the glasses into soapy water to be washed. Just then the live band Harry had hired took to the stage. As the band struck up a lively jazz number my sister retrieved her tray and did her circuit taking drink orders. "She really is a good kid," McGee said in my ear. "She just had a rough patch in there." "She was a common street whore," I said my teeth clenching in anger. "Trust me Dick, there was never anything common about her," Tits said with another dazzling smile. I just nodded and kept my mouth shut after that. It was true; there was nothing common about my sister and her sexual skills. I should know I helped her master her craft in a manner of speaking. It was years ago but when she came to me as a hormonal teenager and she flashed me her tits asking if they were normal things went a route I never would have dreamed of. The 'relationship' lasted nearly a year and her eagerness and natural flair for sex was intoxicating. I still wake up with wood when I dream about the time I spent with her. I know it was wrong but god damn she was just so damn cute and naïve and determined. She wanted to know what sex was all about and she figured I was the guy to show her. I did, god forgive me but I took her under my wing and into my bed. I guess that's the part that hurts the most the guilt and worst of it all I would do it again if she offered. Of all of the women I have been with she ranks right there at the top. I sipped my beer and listened to the band to take my mind off of her. While my mind drifted away into the music my mind went back to the case and I wondered what the connection was between this dame's friends and her fiancé. Was he really stupid enough to be sleeping with them? I mean Moorcock Industry is one of the top three employers in Chicago. Her old man was worth millions and she being the only child would inherit. A tap on the shoulder brought me back to reality. I turned to see Harry standing behind me. "Hey old man," I said as I shook his hand. "I'm not that old," he replied grinning. "Buy you a drink?" That was his code for we need to talk in private. "Sure," I said and followed him back to his office. He poured two shots of whiskey and pointed to a high back leather chair. I sat down, took my drink in hand and patiently waited. That was chief among my sleuthing skills, the ability to wait out my opponents. I sipped my drink and watched Harry stir and fidget until at last he broke down and began talking. Harry was in his late forties with the first signs of gray hair showing up in his dark brown hair. He was clean shaven with a jovial round face and piercing blue eyes. Speaking of his eyes, there was the deep set with lines of worry around them from the harsh reality he faced every day. "I may have a case for you," he said his eyes locked on the smoldering cigar in the heavy glass ashtray. A thin tendril of smoke formed a column in the air between us and I didn't like where this might lead. "I'm on one right now, but it shouldn't take long," I said trying to keep a distance and yet not refuse him out of hand. "Glad to hear you're working," he said smiling at last. Though we were only a few years apart in age poor Harry looked at least a decade older. The hard life he had lived was catching up to him and fast. "So what kind of case are we talking about," I asked and watched him stiffen instantly. "Never mind, we can talk about it some other time." "NO," he said a little too loud and way too quickly, something was bothering him and bad. "I mean it's okay to discuss some of the details. But before I do I need your word that you will keep this absolutely private. I mean you need to keep Iris out of the loop, if you can. I know how much you rely upon her." "I'll do what I can," I said and he smiled again. Though Iris was a cock hungry fiend she had other talents, some that few people were aware of. It was because of these talents that I hadn't kicked her to the curb years ago. She had a gift that made her extremely valuable in my line of work. Iris had a photographic memory. She could recall with perfect accuracy anything she had ever read, heard or experienced. That was why I sent her to the public library at least twice a week. She could skim through books, newspapers and the like with a speed that was astounding and retain every last drop of data. Her major weakness, if you want to call it that, was her stunted development. She was a teenager trapped in a woman's body. She had problems dealing with the real world and the harsh reality it contained. I shielded her from it and in return she was my living breathing library as well as a fierce lover who wanted only to make me happy. "So what's the job," I asked after a brief silence. "It involves white slavery," he said softly. "There are some very powerful people involved so this needs to be handled with kid gloves, alright?" "Sure Harry," I said blown away by those two words, white slavery. "How can I help?" "For now, nothing, but in a couple of weeks events may transpire that you will be called into investigate. Until then keep your mouth shut and enjoy my hospitality tonight." "Thanks Harry, I won't let you down," I said as I rose to my feet. I left a man in fear of his life. Something about this slavery ring had him emotionally wrecked. But I meant what I said about not letting him down. I returned to the crowd, the blaring brass instruments and the fog of cigar and cigarette smoke. I returned to my seat, which Tits had kept for me and ordered a shot of tequila. She raised an eyebrow but never hesitated to pull out the bottle and set it and a shot glass in front of me. Harry's was probably the only place in the state that you could get legitimate south of the border Tequila. He had that kind of influence and since he was paying, I was drinking. I shared the bottle with Tits and even poured my little sister a few shots. This put us on better emotional standing, at least for tonight. I did some people watching as I sipped my drink and saw that not only were there cops in the place tonight but a few politicians as well. They were doing deals for the well-dressed businessmen that were out and about on a Wednesday night. Sure it made me sick to see our elected officials being bought off but this was Chicago and that is how business is done. It was god awful late when I staggered home. I had over indulged in Harry's generous offer of free booze. But somehow I managed to reach home in one piece and reach my apartment unsullied. I opened the door and teetered inside as I clumsily closed the door. I stripped off my jacket and hung it up. I loosened my tie as I headed for the bathroom. I stripped down to my boxers and tossed my clothes into the hamper. Then I turned on the water and splashed some water on my face. It helped a little considering I was just this side of blind drunk. I turned off the water and using the wall for support made my way to my bed. The windows were open and the fan was on. I guess I had Iris to thank for that. Speaking of Iris, there was a familiar curvy figure asleep under the sheet. Off came the boxers as I crawled into bed behind her. I was pretty sure I was too drunk to fuck but I never got tired of feeling her body pressed against mine. I closed my eyes even as she began to grind her ass against me. How I managed to get wood is something of a miracle but I did. I think I murmured something about her doing all the work and she was all too eager to oblige. She rolled me onto my back and dove under the covers to suck me off. Between her talented hands and gifted tongue I was painfully hard in no time at all. Then she was lowering her soaked little slit onto my cock in no time at all. We both let out groans as I slid inside of her. I opened my eyes for a minute only to see she was facing with her back to me. Then she was moving and I was in seventh heaven. She set a slow agonizing pace as she made love to me. It was obvious that she wanted to make the most of this. Maybe the fierce pounding she got earlier had been too fast? Sure she had climaxed and all but maybe she wanted to make this one last. I didn't mind at all. I loved the feel of her warm wet cunt wrapped around me. I could hear her soft moans that blended into erotic purrs. "So damn big," she whispered so soft I almost didn't hear it. "No one stretches my pussy like you do." I laughed off the comment since as far as I knew I was the only one actually fucking her. I knew of her little excursions to men's rest rooms and sucking off the random stranger. She had no impulse control when it came to giving head. Her pussy belonged to me and I knew it. I was too drunk to let the fact take hold. Then she was moving her body faster now and I could feel her shaking as she got close to her climax. I managed to find the strength to thrust up into her and drive my dick as deep into her as I could. "Bastard," she hissed as she drove her hips down to meet me now. Then she was grinding hard against me as she came. I let her sit there completely impaled as she recovered. It didn't take her long. Soon she was making slow deliberate circles with her hips and moaning as the new wave of pleasure filled her to her core. "Fuck me..." I think I blacked out for a second. Then I saw her naked pussy wiggling at me. How I managed to get into a sitting position is anyone's guess. But seeing her there on all fours with her ass so high in the air I just couldn't resist. I moved behind her slowly as she pressed her face into the sheet. I saw her fingers dig into the material as I eased back into her. I leaned forward, cupped her tits and began making love to her. Just as she had done I moved as slow as I was able. This provoked a nearly violent response from her. Dick Steel; Private Eye "I said fuck me," she snarled from below. "Slam that dick of yours into me... please." Well now, if she was going to beg for it how could I possibly refuse? I pulled back slowly and then slammed into her soaked cunt as hard as I could. She howled into the sheet to keep from waking the neighbors. I did it again and again until I was pounding her harder than I had this afternoon. She was shoving her pussy back against me now and I was close to blowing my load. "I'm close," I said between gasps of air. "Where..." "On my ass you bastard, shoot your cum all over my ass," she growled. I just nodded and pistoned my hips forward and back as hard and fast as my poor body could manage. Then as my dick swelled up inside of her she grabbed the sheets and her muffled scream registered nine point nine on the orgasm meter. Two seconds later I was yanking my cock free of her delicious depths and painting her back with a brand new coating of white wash courtesy of yours truly. I fell back onto the bed and this time I did black out. When I awoke around noon-ish, there was Iris sleeping face down next to me. If she hadn't been there I might have put last night's festivities up to my vivid imagination. I slipped off the bed as quiet as I could to head for the shower. I took a nice long shower and washed the funk from my body and the last of the fuzz from my brain. I dressed and headed over to the office side of things. I sat down in my chair and collected my thoughts. That's when I smelled the coffee, freshly brewed coffee that is. I got up, crossed the distance to the door and opened it. To my utter amazement there was Iris, dressed impeccably and pouring me a cup of coffee. Then I looked closer and felt the wrongness with the situation. Her hair was done in an up do and not a single hair was out of place. She turned to face me, smiled and handed me my coffee. "Of by the way," she said smiling wickedly. "Your sister stopped by last night and wanted to know if it was alright if she slept here since she was too drunk to drive. I told her to use your bed. I hope that was okay." Suddenly all the subtle clues I had missed last night came crashing down with titanic force. I never saw her face. She had said I was the best. She cursed at me and called me a bastard twice. I looked at Iris again and she was sipping her coffee with great gusto. "Did you sleep okay Mister S?" I just narrowed my eyes and took a sip of my coffee. I started to turn away when she spoke again. "That was one hell of a show you two put on," she moaned. "I came twice watching the two of you go at it. Did you think she was me?" I nodded and she whimpered. "You owe me one." "No you evil little shit, I owe you three or four," I said as I returned to my office. I sat in my desk stunned. Four long years had passed since my indecent affair with my sister had ended and now... what happened now? I should have been thinking about the infidelity case but all I could do was replay every last moment I could remember about last night over and over again. The feel of her lips wrapped around my dick, the way she slammed her hips against me as I took her from behind. The harsh way she cursed me as I fucked her and the way her body shook when she came. Iris came in and refilled my stone cold coffee. Should I stay until she wakes up or should I take the list and begin checking out Ms. Moorcock's husband to be? I decided I should leave. I finished off my coffee, stood up and put on my jacket and hat. I opened the door to the front office and there was Hannah and Iris chatting up a storm. Hannah had taken the sheet from my bed to wrap around her. They looked at me and I just grumbled as I pushed past my sister. "I'll be here when you get back," she said. "We have things to talk about." I could hear their laughter as I closed the door behind me. I took the steps instead of the elevator. I figured I could use the exercise besides it would help me clear my head before I got behind the wheel of my car. I headed out to Medinah Country Club where the wealthy played golf, made business deals and got shitfaced and all before noon. The club itself wasn't that old but you had to be somebody to join or know someone to get inside. I belonged to the latter and the person I knew was the right honorable judge Joshua Sterling. He was a federal judge and as crooked as the day is long. I helped him out of a jam a few years back and he still owes me favors. The guard at the gate recognized me and waved me through. I went to the club house and the red brick exterior still took my breath away. I am a city kid at heart and seeing something this nice is just a treat. It's like ice cream, the zoo and a sunrise all rolled up into one. Okay, maybe it's not 'that' nice but it is a fine looking building. The valet took my car for me and I strolled up the black granite steps and into the rotunda. Phil, the manager, met me halfway and shook my hand. "Good morning Mr. Steel," he said in his slow paced style. "His honor hasn't teed off yet shall I take you to him?" "Thanks Phil," I said following his lead. He took me over to the east veranda and there was the judge as well as a few of his corporate cohorts. "There's our fourth," the judge said getting to his feet. "What's his handicap," asked the swarthy looking gentleman to the judge's right. "Does it really matter," the judge shot back. "We don't have to forfeit since Adams is a no show." "Too true," replied the other man. He was thin, almost gaunt, with thick heavy glasses and what passed for a moustache. I just shrugged and smiled what else could I do? The introductions were done by the judge. "This mean son of a bitch over here," he said indicating the man with the glasses. "This is Jason Storm, he owns about a fifth of downtown, thanks to his great-grandfather. The other miscreant is Oliver Days, he is an up and comer in hotel development." "What he means," Oliver replied. "I buy old hotels and refurbish them and then I charge through the nose to stay there." "Sounds like a plan," I replied noticing all the details about them as I could, in a casual manner you understand. There is quite a bit you can learn about someone from the way they groom themselves to the quality of their clothing. Take Mr. Days for instance, he was all class from the top of his head to the brand new golf shoes he was wearing. Whereas Jason Storm was only a little better kept than me and had nothing on his person that indicated wealth whatsoever. I guessed that his old man was a miser and had passed it down to his son. He pinched every damn penny and was ruthless to a fault. You could read it on his face. There were so few laugh lines but a ton of indentions on his forehead where he furrowed his brow all the time. "Last but not least," the judge continued. "This is Richard Steel; he did some private consulting for me a few years passed." "So you're a private eye huh," Storm said. "I prefer security consultant," I said and he sneered. "Alright, let's get started," the judge said sensing the instant tension between Storm and me. The clubhouse loaned me a set of their finest clubs as well as golf shoes. I hadn't played in over a year but there are some things that just come natural to me, golf was one of them. The judge and I were partners and I played a strong game. After nine holes we were winning by seven strokes. Of course this did nothing to endear me to Mr. Storm; in fact he doubled the bet for the back nine. He figured big bucks would make me sweat when in fact I played far better on the last nine just to watch him curse a blue streak. I tried to let the judge keep the winnings but he insisted on giving me my half. I just put it in my pocket and decided to count it later. As we walked back to the club house I broached the subject of some of Ms. Moorcock's friends. The judge just laughed and shared what he knew about them and their habits. He informed me it was his young wife who had ties to that group and I should speak with her. I thanked him for his time and after returning the borrowed items headed uptown to the judges palatial estate. The drive up was nice, the scenery was new and didn't have that worn down appearance I was so accustomed to. I stopped at the huge metal gate and was buzzed in by Mrs. Sterling. The gates swung inward and I drove up the long driveway to the main house. I couldn't help but notice the manicured lawn and the pristine flower beds that bordered the exterior of the house. I parked and Helen, the judge's wife, was stepping out onto the front porch. Well if you can call a gorgeous oak and stone edifice a porch. She shook my hand and rewarded me with a radiant smile. She was a stunner and that was no lie. Blessed with both good looks and an amazing personality she was a perfect partner for the judge. "Dick Steel, as I live and breathe," she said in her cultured southern drawl. "Mrs. Sterling," I replied and instantly she was shaking her head and waggling her finger at me. "Oh no you don't, we are far too close to be on 'those' sort of terms." "Fine, how are you this fine day, Amanda," I asked and she smiled again as she took my arm. "I am doing quite well," she said as she led me inside. "What dark deeds bring you to my humble door?" "What makes you think..." I began and she just gave me a mischievous wink. "Okay... okay, I have a case that you might be able to help me out with." "Excellent," she said her eyes bright with curiosity. "Now, you tell me all about it over tea." We sat in the music room while one of her domestics served us. The first thing I had to do was to make her promise to keep that perfectly formed mouth of hers quiet upon this subject. I would be ruined if it got out. She held up both hands to show she wasn't crossing any fingers when she promised. I still hesitated but when I saw the stern look on her face I caved and explained my situation. I took out my list and she looked it over. She made little noises and bit her lip a few times before she said a single word. Then she proceeded to give me chapter and verse on each and every one of them. I had to use short hand that Iris had taught me to keep up with her. But in the end I had a full and complete picture of each of my employer's friends. After that I asked Amanda which one of them would likely be inappropriate with the fiancé. "Why all of them," she said in a breathless sort of way. "They are each and every one of them nothing but depraved sex hungry harlots." "Great," I said knowing my job hadn't gotten any easier. "But Dick you haven't ask the right probing question," she said in what appeared to be a flirtatious tone of voice. "Okay, I'll bite, which is the correct probing question," I said and she smiled wickedly. "Which one of these harlots is the young man likely to be seduced by," she said biting her lip now. "Any ideas," I asked as she chewed her lip thoughtfully. "Well, from what I know about him, and it is quite a bit," she said at last. "He likes them curvy and loud." "How exactly do you know that," I asked watching her lean back and fan herself. "Oh, a little bird told me," she said. When I remembered the visit by Ms. Moorcock, she was quite curvy. So did that mean she was also quite loud? Was she a screamer in bed? "Penny for your thoughts..." "Um, I am not sure they would be appropriate for a lady such as yourself," I said. Then she pouted and leaned forward dropping her fan and showing off the ample cleavage that her dress now sported. The top of her breasts were quite clearly visible now that she had unbuttoned the top three buttons. "Amanda?" "Did I get you all twitterpated Dick," she asked placing her hand on my thigh. "Um..." I managed before her fingers sought out and discovered the outline of my erection. "Oh my," she said in an almost guttural tone now. "That is quite an impressive tool you have. I don't suppose you ever use that night stick on naughty girls do you?" "Um..." I said swallowing hard. "Oh I bet you do," she moaned as she traced the length of me. "I bet you want to bend me over and do wicked things to me!" She was leaning further forward and I could see the valley between her breasts quite clearly now. "Dick, I am drenched, you can't leave me like this." "UMM..." I said my voice almost cracking now. "That's what I thought, a gentleman to the end." She took my hand and pulled me to my feet. "Where are we going," I asked. "Why to my private play room so you can fuck me senseless... Dick. You didn't think my information came free did you? Silly boy." We went to the second floor and the room at the end of the left corridor. She unlocked it and I soon discovered why it always remained locked. The four poster bed contained leather restraints on each post. There was also a mirror on the top of the canopy as well as an assortment of toys for both pleasure and pain. Amanda locked the door behind us and set the key on the night stand. Then she turned to face me, walked over and kissed me. All the hunger she possessed was transferred to me in an instant. I took her into my arms and kissed her back. As our kiss deepened she took my jacket off of me. Then she was unbuttoning my shirt even as I found her dress's zipper and tugged it down slowly. I pushed the sleeves to the side and it fell to the floor. Sixty seven seconds later I was down to my boxers and she was wearing only a black lace bra, panties and thigh high stockings. I unhooked her bra and she wiggled out of it. That first sight of her naked breasts took my breath away, they were perfect. I cupped them and began to lick and suck on her nipples. They were erect and very sensitive by the sounds she was making. As I made lover to her tits she tugged down her panties and let them fall to the floor. The next thing I felt were her cool fingers around my hot flesh. She moaned as she began stroking me off. What followed next was something out of a fantasy. Amanda broke free, dropped down to her knees and began worshipping my erection with her hands, lips and mouth. I looked down as she licked and sucked the head and underneath of my member. I felt her tongue trace the vein that ran from my balls to the head of my dick. Then I was inside of her mouth and she was sucking me off like any woman I had been with. She wasn't shy about her love of sex that much was apparent. She was able to get about half of my cock down her throat. Then she came up for air and smiled up at me, 'my turn' she mouthed as she rose up and sat on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs wide and beckoned me with a finger. I walked over, knelt down and buried my face in her soaked sex. Amanda cried out and grabbed my hair as I ate her out. She was trembling and on the brink of an orgasm already. Had the judge, her husband, called her and told her I was on my way? Was that why she was so wet and eager? I eased two fingers between her soaked pussy lips and thrust them into her slowly. I looked up and saw her cup her own tits and arch her back. She pinched her nipples fiercely as I fingered her. The faster my fingers moved the closer she got until with a cut off cry she came for me. Her hips bucked as her orgasm crashed over her. She looked down in utter amazement and I knew what she was thinking. I just came and he hasn't even stuck his dick in me yet. I stood up, flipped her onto her belly and took her from behind. The time for niceties had long passed. I eased into her in one long fluid motion. She cried out but only to tell me how much she wanted this. As I began to thrust into her she reached for one of the pillows and buried her face in it. I could make out her muffled screams. Her pussy was so damn tight it was almost virginal. I figured the judge was lacking a bit in this department. I didn't think any less of him, we all have our gifts and talents. Mine were the study of people and fucking. I enjoyed both a lot. "Do you want it deeper," I asked and she nodded. "Faster..." Another nod. "Harder?" She gave me a vigorous nod then. "Okay, you asked for it." I grabbed her by her hips and slammed my cock as hard and fast into her as I could. She let out a yelp of surprise when I bottomed out in her but never tried to slow me down one iota. I felt my orgasm building in my toes but it wasn't going to stay there for long. That tight little pussy of hers was doing a fine number on my cock. "Where do you want me to cum," I asked. "My ass, spray my ass... please," she whimpered. I pummeled her from behind and seconds before I yanked my cock free Amanda was crying out as her second climax filled her to capacity. Somehow I managed to bite back a yell as I shot my load all over her rounded bottom. I stepped back and caught my breath. I felt weak after our little romp. "Dick... are you alright," she said as if from a great distance. Then someone was shaking me. "Dick are you okay your nose is bleeding sweetie." I blinked a few times and reached up and touched the underside of my nose. Sure enough my fingers came away with droplets of bright fresh blood. I looked around and saw I was still in the music room. The entire naughty escapade had all been in my mind. "Damn it," I snarled. "Yes Amanda I am okay, I just had a seizure. I'll be better in a little bit." "Seizure, have you seen a doctor about this," she asked concern etched on her lovely features. "Yeah, there isn't much they can do," I said frowning. "There I feel better already." "Liar, now you just sit there until you are fully recovered." There was no arguing with her, she was a force of nature and I was just a mere mortal. I had her repeat what she had told me to make sure I had gotten it all down since short term memory loss was not uncommon after a petit mal seizure. After an hour she let me leave but gave me the number to her physician and promised she would call and make an appointment for me. Again I had no other choice but to acquiesce to her formidable personality and simply nod and smile. The rest of my day was shot so I decided to return to the office and face the music with my dear little sister. Try as I may I didn't enjoy the drive back as much as I had the trip to the Sterlings. I still felt under the weather and just wanted to get a bite to eat and lay down. I took the elevator up to my office and hoped Hannah had left. She hadn't, she was still in the front office chatting up Iris. Though she had washed up and dressed. I didn't miss the fact that she was wearing a different outfit than the one from the previous night and that meant she had packed for this little visit. "You look like hell," Hannah said the minute I had closed the door behind me. "Thanks for noticing," I replied. "You look good kiddo." "Oh my god you've had another seizure," Iris said getting to her feet. "There is still some blood around your nose. You go sit down and I'll bring you something to eat." "You lied," Hannah spat at me as I crossed into my office. "You said you weren't having them anymore." "I didn't want you to worry," I said as I lowered myself into my chair. "I don't want you to," she said and stopped herself short of saying the D word. My twin brother Rodney had passed from a seizure five years ago. We were identical in every way except I was still alive. Rod and I survived the Great War just for him to die a year later. I was still bitter about it and I guess I always will be. That didn't change the fact that I didn't want Hannah worrying about me but that was another impossible thing that would always elude me. I told her I was fine but she kept looking at me like I was made of glass and I would break at any moment. Iris arrived ten minutes later with a couple of sandwiches and we all sat down and ate. I handed Iris my notebook and she read my short hand and took it all in as she always did. Then we developed an attack plan on who to keep an eye on and when. Since I was planning on calling it a day, seizures do that to you, I emptied out my pockets and there was the envelope the judge had handed me with my half of the winnings. Iris snatched it up and opened it. She looked pale and handed me the envelope her hand trembling slightly. I gazed at the ten crisp one hundred dollar bills and let out a whistle of appreciation. Dick Steel; Private Eye "Where did you get that kind of money Dick," Iris asked. I launched into my time at the golf course and my meeting with the judge. "Perhaps you should play golf professionally and skip the P.I. work?" "Maybe I should," I said. "How much did you win," Hannah asked and her mouth fell open when she heard the word thousand. "With that kind of scratch you could open your open business." "I have my own business," I said and she shot back with something about a 'real' business. I was too tired to argue so I just waved her off and for once she took the hint and let me be. Iris tucked the envelope into her purse and headed off to the bank to deposit it while Hannah followed me to the living area and helped me get settled in. I was surprised when she didn't take advantage of the situation but I think I was still too fragile in her eyes. So she tucked me in and sat on the side of the bed. I saw the tears building and took her hand in mine. Words were going to be useless so when the torrent hit I just sat up and held her while she wept. Suddenly it all made sense! It was like a bolt out of the blue and I understood it all. I never connected the two until now, Rodney's death and her sudden interest in me. She was afraid she was going to lose both of us and did the only thing that her twisted teenage mind could conceive of, sex. I held onto her while her body shook. How long had she been holding it all in? Now it was my turn to fear that she was going to break she was crying so damn hard. "It's okay, I'm not going anywhere," I whispered in her ear. "I'm a lot tougher than I look." "If anything happened to you," she said between bouts of outright sobbing. As I held her I glanced around the shabby room and its hand me down style of decorating. I didn't mind so much, but I knew it bothered her to see me living like this. We grew up in an upper middle class family. We had a nice house with a real life backyard and spot for a garden on the front lawn. That was until dad's drinking got ahold of him and took his entire family down with him. There would be no college for Rodney or me so we enlisted long before the war started. It was a way of taking the financial burden off my mom and we left the little detail about seizures off our doctor's report. So when the conflict in Europe began we were well trained but as yet unbloodied. We saw things that haunted me to this very day. The mustard gas was the worst. That was a fear that lingered deep down and squirmed around in my nightmares like some hideous living cloud of death. I would find myself back on the battlefield and see the wraithlike walking dead that appeared out of the miasma of clouds that swirled and coiled like sentient mist. They were the honored dead whose faces I knew all too well. Then when Rodney passed he joined their ranks in the depths of my darkest night terrors. He wore that damned gas mask but I knew him by his eyes, my eyes staring blankly back at me. His arms would beckon me to join them in that hellish lethargic manner that was part and parcel for the Children of Morpheus. I snapped out of my reverie and god damn her she was staring at me with that harrowing concern that bit deeply into my soul. "I am okay," I said a little too harsh. She flinched and sat back away from me. She touched my night shirt where her tears had stained it. "You were thinking about him weren't you," she asked softly. I just nodded. "Was it the same dream?" "Yeah, the mustard gas cloud and him and the others shambling out of it," I said and shivered. "Maybe I should stay," she said with a hint of a smile. "If you do, I won't get any rest," I replied giving her a wicked grin. "You are feeling better, I can tell, but you still need some rest," she said with finality. "I will check up on you tomorrow, now get some sleep." The bed springs creaked when she got up. I watched her as she left and enjoyed the view very much. She stopped as she opened the door and looked over her shoulder. She rewarded me with one of her dazzling smiles and then she was gone and I was alone with my thoughts. I got comfortable, closed my eyes and just let the ghosts of the past do their worst. But as I slipped into the embrace of dreams I was surprised when what I received was a memory of my long lost childhood. It was one of few times I can remember that my dad was stone cold sober and we went camping. We drove for an hour or so, but back then it felt like forever. When we finally arrived all that stored up energy went to good use helping dad set up the camp site. I could almost smell that strong pine scent in the air as we set about getting things in order. Then we headed out as our dad led us on a tour of the surrounding landscape. The path was shrouded in shadow from the canopy of dense trees on either side of the trail. The cool shade felt so good! Soon we heard the sound of running water from the brook that flowed across serpentine in its meandering path through and over and under the hilly area. We crossed one of its tiny tributaries before we reached the stream proper. The area was open and free from the confinement of the woods. You could see its path and its eventual destination Darrow Lake. It wasn't a huge body of water that the word lake often conjures no it was deep enough so that you couldn't see the bottom and therefore by definition a lake. There were hills on the eastern side of the lake while the western side was abundant with trees of several different species but mainly pine, oak and spruce. We stood there for a long time just taking in that fantastic view. Then we decided to take a hike before returning for a nice hot meal. The trek along the eastern side of the stream was exciting since we could only see so far until we topped a rise and saw what lie beyond. The hills were magical at that age, well everything was but that place especially had an enchantment laid upon it. Rodney and I were fighting dragons and ogres while my dad just sat and watched. Then we reached our turnaround point and began heading back. Of course there was the eternal argument about who had slain more bad guys and my father well he wisely let us determine the body count on our own. My brother and I settled on a tie so that we could continue onto my important things like food and watching the sun set. The sky darkened and the stars began to come out. Out here in the middle of nowhere there were a gazillion of them twinkling above us. That's when my dad set us down and began to teach us the various constellations and a few of the stories behind them. We fell in love with them, the stars I mean, and they were our constant nightly companions. It was then that the dream took on a more sinister design. It was the dark that brought out the host of the honored dead. They lumbered from the tree line and I could hear them splashing in the brook as they crossed over from the other side. The uniforms were not just American, no, there were British, French as well as German. All that had died or that I had killed on the field of battle and leading them was my twin. He was wearing his uniform and he looked as disheveled as I had ever seen him during the war. Across his features was that repugnant gas mask and behind the lenses were his vibrant eyes. That was the part of the dream I hated the most, those damn eyes of his. While everything else looked so dead, torn and decayed, Rodney's eyes were so alert and animated. Then the hellish mist appeared and began to shroud everything, including me, in its pale yellow embrace. This is the part where I usually wake up screaming. But this time I just stand up to it and take a deep lungful of air just to spite the damned thing. There was no burning or choking sensation just the strong scent of pine. The fog retreated in defeat and I slipped into deeper dreams that no man remembers. Hong Kong: The night was moonless and a shroud of fog added an extra layer of security to the arrival of the slave ship. The smell of salty sea air filled the short man's nostrils as he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as he had learned at the monastery all those long years ago. The last of the tension fled his body as the ship and its lovely cargo had finally arrived. Jimmy Fong was not a superstitious man but even he was taken aback by the dark ship appearing suddenly from the fog bank. There was only the soft creaking sound of the wood as the sailors aboard the ship and his own men worked to tie off the vessel. Jimmy was old, worn and aged to the point of antiquity itself and yet despite his age and life style he was surprisingly fit. He still moved with an energy and grace that defied his years and his heavy addiction to opium. If it hadn't been for the arrival of the shipment he would even now be Chasing the Dragon in his favorite opium den the Jade Tiger. The owner of said establishment was the formidable Tong chieftain Sunny Wang. He gained the nickname from the first man he ever killed. It is said in every variation of this famous tale that Wang smiled through the entire confrontation and even chuckled as he cut the head off his victim. So he gained the nomiker and reputation of a stone cold killer. Jimmy narrowed his eyes as the gangplank was shoved over the gap between ship and shore. There was silence and stillness for a very long time and then there came the soft musical sound of metal on metal. Jimmy rubbed his hands together as the fog swirled and the first of the round eyed slaves came into view. The sound of her chains was indeed music to his ears. As she drew nearer he could make out more and more detail and despite her initial shabby appearance he could see the beauty beneath the filth and tears. This blonde haired beauty would fetch a small fortune on the black market. Then the next girl appeared behind her and then the next one and so forth until all fifty girls had paraded past him in utter silence. Jimmy's men led them to the waiting vehicles where they would be driven to the Clearing House and from there their fates were sealed. The captain of the slave ship strode through the fog and shook hands with Jimmy. They were old acquaintances and had done business many times. "How fares the Tai Pan," Jimmy asked as the two men walked down the wharf towards a waiting car. "Mr. Tresillion sends his warmest regards," the American said grinning evilly. "This crop is far superior to the last shipment," the elderly man said as he stroked the bone white beard that hung long, so long in fact it almost touched his waist. "He had some good hunting this past month," the captain replied. "New York and Albany were especially kind in that regards." The two men slipped into the waiting vehicle and headed off to celebrate their good fortune. No one saw the solitary figure that stole onboard the ship on bare feet. No one heard the silent figure's passage from shore to ship and no one would discover the stowaway until they dropped anchor again on the other side of the world. Desperation drives and motivates an animal and the human animal is no different. Chicago: Autumn Some investigations last longer than others. I had to hand it to this guy; he was devilishly clever in his rendezvous with my client's friends. I had staked them out one by one and still I had no sign he was sleeping with any of Ms. Moorcock's companions. Maybe it was because he was actually faithful. I finally got the break in the case I was waiting for but it didn't happen in any way I could have foreseen. It was three weeks into the investigation with weekly updates delivered to the client at scheduled meetings at a swanky restaurant, an exclusive club and the latest on her father's boat. I was headed down to the lake when I passed the Tesla Tower on my way. It dominated the skyline and who would have thought just twenty years ago that an immigrant engineer would have created an inexpensive energy source that could power an entire city. Sure there were several of those towers all over the city but they provided enough power for even the ravenous citizens of Chicago. I remembered when my parents took me down to St. Louis for the World's Fair. There was the man himself Nikola Tesla and his famed Tesla Tower. It had provided all the power needs for the entire fair. Since then the technology had gotten more efficient and smaller. There was still an energy war between Edison and Tesla but the Midwest stood firmly behind the genius who had provided so much for so little. The east coast still suffered from rolling black outs when the drain became too great for Edison's direct current power plants. The legislation for changing over to Tesla's technology had been voted down by those who stood the most to lose if it ever took hold. But I figured it was just a matter of time before the inconvenience became too much to bear and the citizens demanded a change. I arrived at the private dock where Moorcock and other of Chicago's wealthiest kept their water craft. I got out, went to passenger side and opened the door for Iris. I had brought her along to help ease the tension between my client and myself. As we approached the yacht another car pulled up. I turned to watch the stunning redhead who was the chauffeur get out and open the door for her employer. He stood up and I felt a cold shiver race up my spine. I recognized him at once. He was none other than Arthur Tresillion, the most connected man in all of Chicago. He was close friends with the Mayor, the Governor as well as a plethora of other powerful individuals. He smiled at me as he strode up the path towards the ship. He was an impressive individual with an athletic build and had a distinct aura even from a distance. His dark hair and bright blue eyes were a striking contrast and gave him that rugged good looks women adored. There was also something harsh and uncaring about the way he looked at Iris. It was as if he thought of her with nothing but contempt. I turned and continued my way back up the gangplank to the ship. I was met by the always jovial and sensuous Danielle Moorcock, my client. I shook her hand as she led us to the front of the craft. Meanwhile her father Eric met his guest for the trip around the lake and guided him to the rear of the boat. Fifteen minutes later the Moon Runner was well under way and we had settled down to a light meal and business as usual. Iris retrieved a large brown envelope from her purse and handed it to me. I set it on the table between Danielle and me. I paused to collect my thoughts and prepare a way of telling her the bad news. "Well, this is going to be our last meeting," I said as calmly as I could. "You said that on the phone," Danielle replied. "You sounded a little upset. I knew that you were the right man to hire for this little project." "This envelope holds photos that prove the case without doubt," Iris said coolly. "I took the pictures myself. I am just concerned you may not be happy with us after you see them and here we are on this fine boat of yours." "Not mine, it belongs to my father," Danielle said her cheerful mask slipping for just an instant. Then she was smiling again. "I don't blame you for what happened. I hired you to find out something and as you said these photos will reveal the unvarnished truth." I nodded and pushed the envelope towards her but she held up her hand with the palm facing outward. "But before we hear the bad news why don't I give you a tour of the Moon Runner?" "That would be lovely," Iris said before I could even react to Danielle's desire to delay the inevitable. Her father's boat was over a hundred feet long and had both sails as well as engines. The Moon Runner was built not only for luxury but speed as well. As I looked out over the lake I could see we were doing a healthy clip across the surface of the water. As we neared the rear of the craft I could make out voices and they didn't sound to be in good spirits at all. "I am warning you Eric, don't fight me on this," Arthur said as we steadily drew nearer. "Arthur this is madness," the elder Moorcock shot back even as his daughter called out giving them a moment to collect themselves. "Father, I am bringing my guest back for a tour," Danielle cried out. "Oh by all means," he replied his voice straining to return to calm. "Have a drink with us won't you?" The two men were seated and while Eric tried to appear civil Arthur Tresillion was obviously quite agitated. I held a chair for both Iris and Danielle before sitting down. One of the crew appeared and offered us drinks. You wouldn't think prohibition touched this part of the world as we sipped French champagne and made light talk. I sat between Arthur and Iris and once more felt the cold chill run up and down my spine. I failed to suppress a shiver and Arthur found it quite interesting. I saw his eyes narrow as he looked at me. "So how is the sleuthing business Richard," Arthur asked after a long awkward silence. "Can't complain," I said. "It pays the bills and you Arthur how is the entertainment industry?" "I am working on expanding my business," he said as he turned his attention to Eric again. "Negotiating," Iris asked and Arthur turned on her as if he had been slapped. Did he really hate women as much as he let on? Then with great control he smiled and nodded. "You and Al have a falling out?" This time Iris' words struck him like tempered steel. The color drained from his face and he grabbed the arms of the deck chair so tight his flesh turned white. I glanced over at Iris and knew she had been busy at the library again. The Al she was referring to could only be Al Capone. I looked over at Eric and he was actually smiling. "Your reputation for information gathering is well deserved Missy," Tresillion said once he had gathered his composure. "Maybe you should come work for me?" Iris paused and appeared to be pondering the offer when she shook her head and smiled. "I couldn't do that to Richard," she said with a sensuality that curled my toes. "What would he do without me?" "What indeed," Arthur said locking his gaze on Iris. She never flinched and just kept on smiling. This combined with her earlier comment brought him to his feet and propelled him to the front of the vessel. "Was it something I said," Iris said gripping my hand harder than I would have expected. I squeezed her hand reassuringly even as the crew member returned with our next round of drinks. Iris grabbed hers and mine and gulped them down like they were water. She gave me an apologetic smile but I just smiled knowing that her encounter with Tresillion had left her shaken. Then as if some hidden signal had been given Danielle stood up and tossed off the light terry cloth robe she was wearing to reveal what she was wearing beneath and it was something. I had heard of bikinis of course but I never saw one outside one of Iris' fashion magazines. Danielle was sporting an imported French bikini that hugged her curvaceous body like a second skin. While it covered up the best parts it left quite a lot of skin exposed. Iris elbowed me in the ribs but also had to admire what good shape the young lady was in. "I'm going to get some sun," Danielle said as she moved to exposed portion of the deck where other chairs were available. "Not too much dear you don't want to burn that perfect complexion of yours," her father said. Then the elder Moorcock turned his full attention to Iris. "You young lady are either the bravest soul I have ever met or the most foolish. I haven't decided yet." "Neither have I," Iris replied her voice still a little shaky. She squeezed my hand again and gave me a look that spoke volumes, she was scared to death of Arthur and for good reason people with much more clout than Iris had said the wrong thing and simply disappeared or so the stories went. "I got you," I said and she smiled. Tresillion returned after a ten minute hiatus and he seemed like his old self. Iris rose and joined Danielle at the rear of the ship. Arthur watched her go and smiled like some predator stalking his prey. I thought about warning him but that might just antagonize him and worsen an already poor situation. So I stuffed down my resentment of the man and sipped my booze quietly. Arthur took his old seat and looked over at Eric and smiled again. He launched into the previous conversation they had been having as if I wasn't even there. They were negotiating some sort of settlement and Eric was fighting him tooth and nail. I suspected that the elder Moorcock was trying to keep Tresillion from acquiring any stock options on his legitimate business holdings. That sort of thing was bad for business, real bad. So as I sat there mutely observing the titans battle it out I could hear the girls giggling about something or other behind me. The friendly demeanor that had been thinly covering the rotted core of Arthur Tresillion was suddenly torn away as he lost his temper. The big man sprung to his feet and snarled at Eric. Then he uttered the words that ended our little outing right then and there.