Chapter 1
The night started off like any other usual mid winter night in this God forsaken shit hole of a city. Cold, damp, dark and with a relentless drizzle. Why the hell couldn’t Old Man Winter just put us all out of our misery and pour buckets of rain or shovel fulls of snow?
I took off my hat overcoat and scarf and hung them up, then walked over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of scotch and poured myself a shot. Next I walked over to the window to watch the drizzle run down my window, not being able to remember the last time I saw a sunny day, or any day for that matter. The night life gets to a man. You become nocturnal and start to forget there is another world out there. A world of sunshine and blue skies and puffy white clouds and green grass and trees and sandy beaches and streets filled with happy ordinary good people. At night time the monsters come out. The Gangsters, thugs, thieves, rapists, murderers; the predators of the underground, and of course the dames to die for.
Joey was a small time bookie. Just a few ball games, some horses, an occasional light or medium weight fight. He was like any small time guy swimming with the sharks. Dipping in wherever he could to grab a bit of the action then getting out quick before he got eaten alive. Leroy Brown was a medium time bookie. He got a bigger piece of the action and would both use or run over the little guys like Joey whenever he felt the need or had the opportunity to do so. Now as fate would have it, on this particularly dreary night Joey and Leroy were about to crash over one of those dames to die for and I was soon to be right smack dab in the middle of it.
Joey had stopped in at the local strip joint for a beer and had sat down at the front row. It wasn’t long before a dancer named Becky came out. Becky had snow white skin and jet black hair, ruby red lips, an hour glass figure with voluptuous hips and round ass that flowed into a small waist and up to big sumptuous bosoms. And the dame could shake them too. As she danced those big breasts rocked back and forth giving Joey whiplash as his eyes and tongue followed her every move. No guy in the world can resist a beautiful naked woman with big bosoms, and Joey was no exception as he kept throwing her $20 bills. Afterwards she came over to see him and he pulled out enough money to convince her to give him a private dance in the back. The two were walking to the back when someone suddenly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away. It was Leroy Brown. Joey looked at Leroy and the two body guards with him and knew better than to protest as neither he nor Becky had a say in the matter. He just watched while Becky turned and looked back at him as Leroy dragged her off.
Meantime a young small breasted blonde stripper grabbed Joey by the arm and pulled him to the back for her version of a lap dance with a happy ending. It wasn’t long before she had her clothes off and was sliding back and forth on him. She went down and pulled out his cock and started sucking on it. But in the booth over, Joey could see Becky riding on Leroy. Her huge breasts bounced in his face and she moaned as she rode up and down on his cock as Leroy hollered. “Yea baby. Now that’s the way you do it. Make those big tits bounce for big Leroy.”
Joey got so upset that he pushed the dancer on him to the side and did up his pants and stormed out throwing some money back at the dancer. Leroy in the meantime just looked over and laughed at Joey as Becky continued to ride his cock.
Chapter 2
It wasn’t long before my phone rang. It was one of my snitches. Seems there was trouble at the strip club down by oak street. I put back on my hat jacket and scarf, and headed out into the drizzle.
Driving over to the strip club I was met at the scene by cops and cars and flashing lights everywhere. I walked around towards the back of the club where through the crowd and cops I could see a body laying in the alley by the dumpster to the back of the strip club. I walked over to one of the cops standing behind the yellow police tape, and showing him my Private Detective badge I asked him. “So who’s the stiff?” “Detective Dick Noir. Well it’s police business Private Dick. Which means none of your business.” He was a low level constable pulling guard duty, and I knew there was no point arguing with him so I walked down the line a bit more.
I looked over to see a big breasted dark haired dame being put into the back of a police car. Then over to the side and at the back of the crowd I saw two real big guys watching her with interest. The car drove away and the guys got in their car and followed. So I went back and got into my car and followed them following the cop car. The big guys pulled off to the side about a block from the station and turned off the lights and just sat there watching in the dark. I knew this was not shaping up to be a good night for her either way, so decided to go in to the police station and take a little affirmative action.
I got to the station and saw them talking to her at the back. I walked to the front counter and said “Any chance I can post bail for that dame who you just brought in.” “Now why would you go and do a thing like that Detective Noir?” The clerk, a large black woman said while looking at my badge. “I guess that would be my business now wouldn’t it?” “Well I am guessing you are either buying yourself a case or buying yourself a girl. Either way you are buying yourself a whole lot of trouble.” “Let me be the judge of that. Now what is she in for?” I said as I handed the clerk the bail money. “Seems she gone and killed herself one Leroy Brown. Which she claims was in self defence, and which to this point there were no witnesses to say differently.” “So the prosecutor needs some time to investigate and sort it out which should according to the law allow me to bail her out and assume responsibility for her.” What could I say. I have a soft spot for the broads, especially damsels in distress with big bazookas. I thought it better I bail her out than leave her sit there or worse have someone else bail her out and hand her over to the two goons waiting in the car outside.
Soon they brought a somewhat frazzled Becky out and handed her over to me. “Miss, you are being released into the custody of one Private Detective Dick Noir who has posted your bail. You understand that if you run before your trial or police clearance, he will be on the hook for your actions.” Becky nodded at the clerk and then turned to me. I motioned her to the door. “Good luck.” Chuckled the clerk to me as we walked out.
I held open the door for Becky and she got in. I got in the drivers side and we pulled out and drove off. “I am grateful for you posting my bail.” She said breaking the silence. “Would you like to grab a quick bite I said as I pulled over to an all night diner.” “Sure.” She replied. I made a few left and right turns watching my rear view mirror carefully. Then I headed over to the diner and we got out and walked in and sat at a table in the corner. The place was empty except for Asa the waitress and the chef in the back. Asa came over with a little curious smile on her face. “Now what can I get you two?” “The usual. Black coffee and ham and eggs.” “And for the lady?” “Do you have a BLT by any chance?” “Sure do, and to drink?” “Just and OJ would be good thanks.” “And take some time in the back to get that order ready would you please Doll.” I said to Asa who gave me an understanding nod and then walked off to get our order. Then I stared out into the black night to watch the damn drizzle still coming down.
“I have never met you before and you haven’t asked me who I am or what I have done, so I am a little out of sorts here. I am supposing you must know something about me.” Becky said once again breaking the silence and my gaze outside. “Well I am guessing that very soon we will both know what’s going on I said as I saw a set of lights drive slowly by the diner and then turn around and come back. “Why don’t you go take a little time to freshen up in the bathroom before we eat. You have had a long night.” “Yes that sounds good.” Becky said as she got up and went to the bathroom.
It wasn’t long before the two big men got out of the car and came into the diner. They looked around and did not see anyone else but me so turned and walked towards my table. “Hey fella. We are looking for a bit tit dark haired dame and the guy who bailed her out of jail. You wouldn’t happen to be that guy would you?” “Well now, it depends. Why are you so interested?” “Because she killed our boss and we would like to have a word with her.” “Well now I heard a different story. I heard it was self defence. Whatever the case I think she won’t be going anywhere until the trial or until the police clear her whichever comes first.” “Is that right” said one of the men as he reached inside his jacket pocket. I brought the barrel of my revolver up so the men could see I had already had it ready and aimed at them.” “Not so fast. Why don’t you put that thing away before someone else gets killed tonight,” I said. “We are about to eat dinner so I think we can talk about this at another place and another time.” The man slowly pulled his hand back out of his jacket and they both stepped back. “We will be seeing you real soon.” They said, then turned and walked back out to their car and drove off.
Becky came back unaware of what had happened just as Asa brought us out dinner. “Enjoy. We have fresh baked hot apple pie and ice cream as well, unless you plan to have dessert elsewhere,” she said with a smile as she turned and walked away. Becky and I ate in relative silence, then as we got up to leave, I dropped the money and a tip on the counter for Asa. “Have a good night Asa, we will might grab a bit of dessert later elsewhere depending on how the night goes.”
We drove down the road and it wasn’t long before I could see lights behind us so I made a few lefts and rights which brought me to the Y in the roads by the shipyards. I shut my lights down and pulled off just before the fork backing in between some old buildings and told Becky to crouch down and be quiet as I pulled out my gun. Soon enough the other car drove slowly passed us and then stopped at the fork in the road. You could see the men inside looking back and forth trying to decide which way we had gone. Then they finally turned and drove up the left fork of the road and disappeared into the shipyard area.
As we sat there in the dark watching the men drive off, Becky asked. “Those men in the car, were they the ones with him?” She asked. “Yes. They came into the diner earlier. I suspected they would wait outside until we were done dinner and tail us to a quieter location in an attempt to grab you.”
Leaving my lights off, I pulled out and drove back the way we came. I had come to that spot often to lose a tail and once again it worked perfectly because the setup forced the tail to choose left or right, keeping them too busy to look behind at the spot I was hiding in between the old buildings.
“Why haven’t you asked me about what happened or if I did it or am innocent?” She once again asked. “Because first off, the man who died in that back alley was a mid time bookie named Leroy Brown. I guessed you are a dancer and you probably had no real knowledge or connection to him before this. Second time has a way of revealing things a bit more clearly so it is best not to jump to conclusions. And thirdly, Leroy’s death is not a loss to society. He is guilty of injuring or killing a number of people and ruining lives of those he hooked into gambling. So if anything it is probably a gain to society to have him gone.”
Becky and I got back to my apartment. “You can take the bed and I will take the couch,” I said to her as I helped her get her coat off. “No one knows about this place. So you will be safe here. The bathroom is over there, fresh towels and an extra bathrobe are in the linen closet. I will change the sheets as you shower.” “Thank you so much Mr. Noir.” She said as she went into the bathroom.
I changed the sheets on the bed and then got myself a blanket out of the linen closet and laid down on the couch. The room was dark except for the faint light of the street lamp shining in through the blinds. I started to doze off to sleep when Becky walked out. She was wearing my bathrobe which looked considerably more attractive on her than it had ever looked on me. She stood in front of me and then without saying a word slipped off the robe and let it fall to the ground. I could see her beautiful naked body and large breasts outlined by the light coming in through the blinds of the window. She was a definitely a dame to die for.
“I hope this isn’t too forward Mr. Noir.” She said to me as she straddled me on the couch and began kissing me. Her dark hair fell around my face as her lips pressed to mine. She smelled like a woman should with a hint of my favourite a Chanel perfume. My hands reached up and felt the roundness of her large firm breasts and the hardness of her nipples. I began her neck and then onto her breasts as she pulled the blankets back off me and reached between my legs for my cock. She gently began to rub it on her clitoris then slowly pushed it into her and began to ride up and down as I sucked on her breasts which rocked in my face. My God the dame knew how to ride cock like no other I had ever known and as I felt her getting ready to cum I released my load into her. She collapsed on me and we continued to kiss as she lay there on top of me, with light flowing in through the blinds illuminating the curves of her beautiful body.
Chapter 3
In the morning I got up quietly, leaving a note for her to stay in doors for the day as I went to start some type of investigation, which was a bit hard to do with a clear mind seeing she had just blown my mind last night. But I wanted to understand a bit more closely what might have happened in that alley.
I first went to the scene of the crime in the alley behind the strip club. I stood there with my hands in my pockets for a few moments looking down at the blood stain. I looked up to see a break in one of the bricks on the wall of the strip club. Walking over I could see it was made by a bullet. Pulling out my jack knife I dug into the mortar deep enough to pull the bullet out. It looked to be a 38 special. Not the kind the police report said Becky shot Leroy with. Turning back around I looked across the alley to see a window with a single broken pane in the next building. I went around the abandoned building through a door in the front and then made my way through the dark to where the broken window pane was. There I find under in on the old wooden floor in the light of the window was a shell casing. Picking it up, I slipped the end of the bullet I had found into it and it matched perfectly. Just as I had thought, a 38 special. Not the same calibre as Becky’s small gun. Which means someone else had taken a shot at Leroy that night.
Next I go into the club to try to bribe a little information out of the bartenders. A young small breasted blonde stripper comes over and I ask her about Becky. “First buy a dance from me.” I agree and she takes me in the back where I buy a dance. She is moving up and down on me and then starts talking. “There was this guy in here last night. He was sweet on Becky. So sweet that I couldn’t get him interested. Anyway Becky was with Leroy and he kept looking over and finally got pissed and then got up and left.” “Do you know who the guy was?” “No, but he comes in a couple times a week. For a little extra I can call you when he comes in.” I slip her an extra $20 with my business card and leave.
I got back that night to the apartment only to find Becky gone. In a bit of a panic thinking the broad has duped me and skipped town, I rush out of the apartment only to just about knock her over as she is coming in the front door with a bag full of groceries. “I thought it would be my turn to cook us dinner,” she said as she walked past me and up the stairs to my apartment. I of course didn’t want her to think I was rushing to find her so I said “That would be nice. I was just going to get us a bottle of red wine.”
Getting back to the house, I find her cooking in nothing but a french maid lingerie outfit. “I hope you don’t mind” she said as she stirred the pasta. “It was my dance outfit from the other night and its all I had to wear since I have not been able to go back to my place to get extra clothing.” “We can try to go back a bit later if you want,” I said. “But we have to be careful as I am sure those goons are sitting outside waiting for you to come home.” “It’s okay. I have nothing there but a few items of clothing and some sticks of furniture the landlord left.” “I travel and dance so I am used to living out of my suitcase. This is the nicest place I have been in for a very long time.” I looked at her and could not help but feel a bit sorry for her. I didn’t want to pry about family or parents and guessed by the tone of her voice and her ability to settle in and adapt so easily that her past wasn’t a fairy tale story. “Why don’t you go take a shower and I will finish cooking us dinner.” She continued. I went in and smiled as I pulled her freshly washed panties off the shower bar and then had a hot shower. Coming out in a bathrobe, I sat on the couch watching her cook while drinking a glass of wine she handed me. There is something incredibly sexy about watching a woman cook, especially a beautiful woman with huge breasts wearing a french maid outfit.
We sat down to eat spaghetti and salad as suddenly she says “Mine is lacking a little something special.” She gets up and drags me over to her side of the table, then pulls out my cock and begins to jack me off over her salad as she fingers herself and cums. “Now that is more like it.” She says as I cover her salad in cum. I sit back down in a bit of a state of shock at her inhibition as we continue to eat thinking “Oh my God this is a dame to die for.”
Later that night I wake up to the ring of the phone. I answer it, trying not to wake Becky up. It is the young small breasted blonde stripper from the club. “Yes Mr. Noir, it is Vicky from the strip club, the guy you asked me to call you about is sitting off in the corner, like he is waiting for someone. I am thinking for Becky, but as far as I know Becky isn’t coming back here.”
I quickly and quietly get dressed and rush over to the club. I walk into the club and meet Vicky who points out Rudy who is by this time going out the back door following Leroy’s body guards. “Those guys were with the fellow who got shot the other night. They came in and the three were talking and then they all just got up and went out the back door.”
I slip Vicky another $20 and go back out the front to hopefully cut them off. As I walk around to the back I suddenly hear gun shots and come around the corner just in time to see Rudy running off through the shadows while the two body guards lie on the ground bleeding to death from gunshot wounds. I chase after Rudy who shoots back at me until his gun is out of bullets. He throws his gun to the ground and continues to run. I finally catch up to him on the oak street bridge. He is standing on top of the railing.
“She set me up. That dame set me up. She took the diamonds from Leroy when she killed him. She knew I was sweet for her and when…”
“You were there that night. Hiding in the building across the street. You waited for Leroy to come out and while he was with Becky you killed him.” “No that is where you are wrong. “I shot him the first time but only grazed him. Then when Becky saw what I had done, she pulled a small gun out of her purse and shot him the second time to ensure he was dead. Then while he was lying on the ground she reached in and grabbed the satchel with the diamonds in it from his pocket. She must have saw it when she was giving him a lap dance and knew it was more than a wallet.” “How did you know he carried diamonds on him?” “He didn’t have two body guards on him for nothing. He paid me once for a small job I did for him once with a diamond. Pulled out a satchel from his pocket, full of diamonds and gave me one.”
“So that is what the body guards were after. The diamonds Leroy had on him that night. Where were the guards at the time?” “They were still in the club getting dances from a couple of the other girls when the shooting started. By the time they came running out Leroy was dead and the place was crowded with people and Becky was sitting there crying.”
“Look, why don’t you come down and lets talk more about this.” A police car pulls up and Joey looks at it. “Sure, be right down,” he says as he turns toward me then deliberately falls back over the railing and into the icy river below.
The officers jump out of their car and run towards me as they see Joey jump. Staring over into the icy river below there was little left for any of us to say. No one could survive that impact or last 3 minutes in the frigid water so either way we was shark food now.
Chapter 4
I jumped back in my car and rushed back home and searched through the apartment only to find Becky gone. I was about to pick up the phone when it suddenly rang. “Yes Mr. Noir? It is Constable Tyson down at the station. The District Attorney has cleared the girl for the shooting of Leroy Brown. With Leroy’s Browns extensive criminal record and no witnesses, and the death of his two body guards at the hand of Joey who then committed suicide, there is not Judge or Jury in the city that is going to want to decide whether the girls shooting was in self defence or not. So she is clear to go free.
I hang up the phone then sit down for a moment to think. Am I going to chase down and try to bring to justice a hard on her luck dame for killing a bookie while using the circumstances of another who was trying to kill the same bookie? Both men along with the body guards were guilty for having created endless mayhem in the city so though a bit grey, in many ways she did everyone a favour. I look over and see a note in an envelope behind the phone. I pick it up and it reads;
Dear Dick:
“I am guessing that by now you have figured out the truth. Sometimes life unexpectedly gives us the opportunity to choose to be the prey or the predator, and wrong or right, in this case I chose to be the predator for once instead of always being the prey.
I have decided to go find myself a little peace in the sunshine and sand for a change and maybe buy myself a little beach resort to run. I know you could decide to chase me down and try to bring me back, but I the place I am going to is a bit of a neutral ground for both of us and so I was hoping you might understand the situation and instead decide to take a bit of vacation from the endless drizzled indecisiveness of old man winter and give me a chance to get to know you as a person and not a detective.
P.S. And maybe bring that hot little waitress along. I caught her drift with you in the diner that night and have a feeling she and I would get along very well.”
Love Becky
She was no dumb broad. Underneath the note was two plane tickets to a beautiful tropical island which had no extradition laws. I looked out into the drizzle. The dame was right, Old Man Winter still did not know whether he wanted it to rain or snow, so I reached into the closet and pulled out my suitcase, picked up the tickets and walked out into the dark to get Asa and head to the nearest airport. I could use a little sunshine for a change.
The End