An Awkward Situation

[English Lady]

OCC

Helena Greene
28
5"10
long, curly fiery red hair, green eyes,
curvy bordering on plump.


Siting here in this smelly,noisy bar I wonder why on earth they picked me for this bloody case. I mean I'm not exactly good at fading into the background, this damn pile of fuzz on my head sees to that! I guess I can't question the chief though, I gotta just bare with it until they realize i am totally crap and bring someone else in to deal with it.


I mean its not as if I've had much experience..hell I've only been in the force a few years....I mean just the other day I was in uniform doing my usual rounds,nothing heavy then suddenly I am picked to work on a major drugs bust as an undercover cop!


I swear people will be able to see the sweat streaming off me....and I keep tugging at this damn short dress...I have to blend in though..so I am dressed in a short red satin affair....totally not me...I had to go out and buy it! that reminds me..i hope i kept the receipt so i can get my money back....



Oh I think thats her......yes it is..over by the bar.....oh hell.....and I can see....yes theres that big fella..oooh what was he called? i knew i should have looked at the file again before i left home! vinnie...hmmmm what are they up to I wonder?

Ok play it cool...walk around..see what you can see and here....oh i know..I'll go and dance....the dancefloor is really close to the bar..I'll see what that Heather girl does next.....

 

[Steiner]

Vinnie almost strutted as he walked away from Lenny. Things were going nicely - by the end of the evening he'd know exactly where Heather was staying, which would give him a nice "Plan B" if she decided not to "deal" with him. He supposed he'd have to make her an offer she couldn't refuse - wouldn't be the first time.

As he approached his usual station by the stage he noticed a VERY nice redhead in the crowd of punters giving him the once over. He was about to smile at her and try to attract her attention when he noticed that she had shifted her attention to Heather, who was now walking towards...

"Damn! I know that mook - that's that idiot from the cafe this morning!"

Vinnie considered inviting a few boys over to see this guy for a "word", but decided to play it smart for now. No need to cause a scene in the joint here, and now he was forewarned that Heather really DID have friends.

 

[English Lady]

Helena Greene

oh hey..she's moving...I better shift over that way.....oh I hate high heels..I feel so clumsy in them...I have to keep her in sight though...

Oh she's going over to another guy...who's he? I don't think i saw any file on him....ok it's time for a drink I think..I'll just squeeze past and stand and eavesdrop..casually of course...I want to look cool calm and collected....

Come on Helena...deep breaths..you can do this....Keep going...

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Matt Danger

I watched froma nice shadowy spot along the bar as she catwalked across the floor towards me. Just the way she walked made the people dancing around her look like a bunch of spastic puppets on speed. She kept her eyes on me, her lids half closed.
"So do you always buy drinks for girls you hardly know?" she asked.
"Only if I think it might be worth it." I said.
Her expression didn't change.
"That guy a friend of yours?" I asked, nodding the direction Hardeyes had gone. "Not that it's any of my business. I just like to know if a lady I'm speaking to is spoken for, and by whom. It can save a lot of misunderstanding down the road."
She seemed to find this not worth commenting on. She sipped her drink. My twenty bucks had bought her a coke.

I leaned on the bar. "Okay," I said, "Why don't we play a little game. It's called 'the truth' and it's a favorite of mine. To show you what a sport I am, I'll go first."
"You're in a sea full of trouble, love. Very nasty and highly dangerous trouble. You've got something that a lot of people want, and they're going to get it. One way or another, because they want that thing very, very much, and they're the kind of people who get what they want."

"Now," I went on, "forgive me if I'm wrong, but I'm going to assume that your turning the table over on me this morning means that you weren't interested in my original business proposition concerning the twenty grand. Fine. I can take no for an answer. I'm also going to assume that you've decided you--and maybe your friend from this morning--can make a lot more money by negotiating the sale yourself. If ou ask me you're in way over your head, but that's just my opinion.

"As for me," I said, "I'm not much interested in the money value of this deal anymore, and I could easily sit this hand out. There's too many players and they play for keeps and I don't even know what game they're playing yet, so I figure the odds aren't very good for my coming upwith a winning hand."

Someone dropped a glass behind the bar and we both jumped, but she jumped higher than I did. While she was looking over I made the mistake of looking at her neck, of the fine curve of her throat which led down to those sweet feminine shoulders encased in black lace and silver eyelets, and the soft subtle wings of her collar bone. That took me unfortunately down to the region where her breasts swelled out from her chest, pushing out the scoop neck of her dress, and offering me a view down inside, had I wanted to take it. I didn't have to. She wasn't hiding anything in that regard.

But that sunk me. It's always some stupid thing like that, the curve of a girl's neck, the way a guy sneers at you, footsteps at night in a quiet street. That's how I get involved in crap like this.

"I might be able to help you." I said without thinking, "But you've got to tell me the truth. I've got to know who you've talked to already and if you have the stuff. I don't need to know where, I just need to know if. It's probably a sucker play on my part, but maybe we both can get something we want out of this."

I finished my drink and looked into those brown eyes, eyes that went on for miles.

"Oh and by the way." I said. "Mrs Devany, your neighbor? Someone shoved a screwdriver into her back this morning. She's dead. They were probably looking for you."

"Now," I said, "tell me something I don't know."

 

[Shadi]

I listened to him intently, what he said was pretty much on the button, I was playing with fire and had no idea how to put out the flames. No matter how you dressed it up things could and probably would get nasty.

Then he told me about Mrs Devany, that was about the moment I realised that this wasn't a game I could win, she was an old lady who had tried to look after me like her daughter and all it had got her was killed. I pictured her at the door when I had a cold with her famous chicken soup, and a stiff brandy. Without thinking I mumbled "The chicken soup will chase the woes but the brandy keeps them out."

That was it, Iwas ready to give it all up for some peace and quiet, the thought of Mrs Devany so full of life and now dead, it was all my fault. My lips trembled and it was hard to fight back the tears, rubbing my hands over my face I felt my shoulders sink with despair.

"Mr Danger, you have to realise that I didn't ask for this, it's something thats been dumped on me and I have no idea what to do with it. The whole truth of the matter is I kicked my boyfriend out last night because he was messing around and he left his stash behind, he wanted to come back but when I realised it was probably only for some drugs I made sure he couldn't get in. I had no idea this was so big." I stopped for a moment, took a sip of my coke and carried on. " If you know me then you must know Darren, at worst he was a two bit pain in the ass, I never thought he had enough brains to pull off a double cross and it seems I was right. Being really honest with you I have no idea where the drugs are, I looked in the apartment earlier and couldn't find them, all I've been trying to do is buy some time, do you think can you help me?"

Emotionally I was exhausted and to think I had been on the run for less than 24 hours. All I wanted to do was get so drunk I wouldn't be able to remember my name, I couldn't believe someone had died because I thought I could sort out this mess, just shows how wrong you can be!

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Matt Danger

The poor kid was either a hell of an actress of she was scared. My heart kind of melted for her. I guess she wasn't as tough as she looked.
"Okay, listen, Heather, listen to me." I whispered to her. "I'm going to believe you that you don't have the stuff because... Well because I am. That makes things worse, much worse. Probably the only reason you're still alive right now is because they're all expecting you to lead them to the stash, so we don't want to let them down."
Her face turned pale.
"I know you're frightened" I said, "but you can't show it. Not now. Right now you're not scared and you're not worried. You're one hard-ass bitch who can take care of herself and holds all the aces. Five minutes ago you looked so cool you could freeze the balls off a bronze statue. I need you to look like that again, okay? You can do it. You can't let the bastards see you're scared. Okay."

I whispered this in her ear while keeping a discrete eye on Hardeyes who was standing by the door marked "Private" in the back looking a little too non-chalant while sweeping his eyes over the crowd. No doubt in my mind now that he was Outfit. All these clubs were run by the Outfit, and the place was probably lousy with them, wise-guys, good fellas, paisans, whatever you wanted to call them. Guys looking to make a name by doing someone Big a favor.

"We're going to leave together." I said. "You and me, looking like we're going to out to screw each other's brains out without a care in the world...don't look at me like that! Just do it. Then when we get out of here, stay close and do just what I say. My car's about a block and a half away."

I scoped the room again to see who was standing by the door, who would be likely to follow us out. I noticed this good looking red-head nursing a drink nearby. Now who the hell was she? Too good looking to be fishing for a pick-up, too fresh to be a call girl.
Well, no time for her now.

"Okay," I said to Heather, "Are you ready?"

 

[English Lady]

Helena Greene

Boy oh boy....I am not sure of what i just heard but it sure sounds like this poor heather girl is up to her eyeballs in it...oh gees..now I've got to work out a way to follow them which isn't too sspicious...I don't want to lok like some pervert anting to watch their action!

I know I'll pretend to be drunk..I mean I've already dropped that glass....God i thought I'd blown it then......so it should be an easy thing to believe...right deep breath...wait for them too move first....

Oh gees I wish i as at home in bed watching telly and eating crisps.....my usual nighttime routine. I wonder how barney is? he'll wonder why i am poor pussy cat.....

Oy Snap out of it woman...they're going to make a move any moment...focus!!!

 

[Shadi]

Heather

His face had an ernest expression, kinda cute and I found myself drawn to his eyes again. For some reason I felt I could trust him so stretching to my full height and straightening my shoulders I smiled, hoping that I at least looked confident.

"Okay then Mr Danger, lead the way."

I wanted to be out of the club and fast, Danger had frightened me more than I had realised and I didn't feel safe, not that I had felt safe in a while now but I just wanted to be somewhere I could think.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Matt Danger

She drew herself up and squared her shoulders and nodded. I knew she was scared—hell, I was scared--but she didn’t show it. I had a feeling that Heather Andrews was going to prove to be a tougher lady than even she suspected, and I felt good walking out of there with her. Not that kind of good--although I felt that too--but good as in win or lose, I knew I’d picked the right side.

I couldn’t keep track of all the heads that swiveled as we walked towards the door. Anyway they weren’t looking at me, and no one made any move to stop us.

I got our coats, and as I slipped hers over her shoulders I whispered to her, “We’re going to be followed. Don’t worry about it. We want them to follow us.”

She paused as I said this, turning her ear so she could hear me better, and I stood behind her inhaling her fragrance and feeling her warmth. It was just one of those little moments that mean nothing but reminded me that she was something more than just a girl in trouble. A lot more.

As I held the door for her I saw the redhead from the bar picking up her coat too. There were some guys hanging around, trying to hit on her, but she was having none of it. Kind of weird for a looker like her to come in alone and leave alone. Maybe she was going to follow us too. At this point, if everyone in the place had formed one long conga line behind us I wouldn't have been surprised

We stepped out into the street and started walking and Heather took my arm. I could feel her shaking. I could also feel the pressure of her breast on my arm. That wasn't helping me to formulate a brilliant plan of escape. I wondered if she could really run in those boots. I hoped I wouldn’t have to find out.

A thin, foggy drizzle had begun, making halos around the streetlights and puddles in the tarmac reflected the neon lights from the varioius bars and clubs on that strip. Traffic was pretty light on the boulevard, but every time a car passed I checked them out, getting ready to duck.
Heather asked me where we were going.

“Right now we’re going to my car.” I said. “Where we’re going after that, I don’t know. Depends on how much company we pick up along the way. We’ve got to buy some time. As long as they think you know where the stuff is, you’re worth more to them alive than dead, so we want to stringthem along. Question is, how long will they follow us around before they start getting impatient. My guess is, not long.”

She tightened her grip on my arm.

We were almost at the end of the block, and I turned around to see who was behind us. The redhead stood outside the club, looking like she was waiting for a cab. There was a car double parked not far from her, and I figured that one was definitely a tail for us.

We got to my heap and got in, pulled away and out onto the boulevard.

“Put on your belt.” I told her. I figured if I could lose the tails, that would buy us more time.

I got in the left turn lane at a light, and then jumped it before it turned green, hit the gas and went straight, flooring the son of a bitch. I saw a car back behind us in the left turn lane pull out and fast to follow us, his tires screeching on the wet asphalt.
I sped straight down the street until I saw a big bus coming towards us in the opposite lane, then cut right across him in a squealing turn that made him stomp on his breaks. I heard a wheel cover pop off my heap and clatter into the street but by the time the bus hit his horn we were shooting down a dark side street with the headlights off.

We went about three blocks before I turned back towards the boulevard, turned my lights on, and crossed it going the opposite way. When I looked at Heather her eyes were shining with excitement. In spite of herself she couldn’t keep from smiling.

“Next time it won’t be so easy.” I said. “But it’s good if they think we’re on to them. Let them look for us for awhile.”

Fear like that does something to me. When it goes it leaves me feeling very horny, as if my body knows that it just avoided dying and so wants to celebrate a little. Or maybe it’s a subconscious need to ensure that the Danger line doesn’t stop cold with this generation, but in any case it makes me feel alive and excited. And I was pretty sure Heather was cut from the same cloth. She looked really ravishing now, her eyes bright, her cheeks flushed with color, her lips parted and expectant, with just a trace of a predatory smile.

I pulled into the lot beneath my apartment, killed the engine and sat there listening to my heart beating for a minute, then I looked at her.

"This is my place. No one knows where I live. I don't even use my business name on my bell, so we'll be safe here for awhile. I've got to get some things. You're coming upwith me, okay?"

She nodded, but we didn't move at first.

I should have kissed her then, Just kissed her and gotten it over with. It wouldn't be telling her anything she didn't already know. But hell, she was still just this side of shock at what was going on around her, and I wasn't really sure she was all that much like me anyway. The last thing I want was to come across as a groper at this point. So I didn't.

As we rode up in the elevator, I said, "Our best chance now is to find out ourselves who's got the stuff. If we have that information, we've got something we can deal. So I'll be blunt. I think your old man has it, or else the person who killed Mrs Devany has it. That means we'vbe got to figure that one out as well."

We walked into my place and I double locked the door. "Don't turn on the lights." I told her. "But do me a favor. Make me a whiskey and water? The booze in above the fridge."

I went into my bedroom, opened my top drawer and got out my .38 and a shoulder holster, strapped it on. I opened the trmopet case with the money in it and tookout the Glock. One bad piece of hardware. Very mean. Should I take it?

Ah, hell. I knew it was time to do the one thing that I hate doing more than anything else.

It was time to think.

 

[English Lady]

Helena Greene

Oh damn there moving..got to keep up...grab my coat....oh hell some guy wants to chat me up..i'll smile politely and point to the door....ok so where'd they go? ahh ha....thats the getaway car? hmmm well I'll stand here and look nonchalent...then i'll jump in my car when they....

oh my lord...who does he think he is? sterling moss....? I'll never catch them now..

damn damn damn.....

 

[Steiner]

It was 3am when Lenny finally dared to come home with the news that he'd lost the car. I'd expected this, and had somebody take the license number down. Phoning a bent cop gave Vinnie all the information he needed - Mr Rick Danger, was it?

The book listed a single location - but it was unlikely that he'd gone there. Luckily the cop knew a friend who knew a friend - it took Vinnie all damn night, but after some solid networking and a little bribe money, he knew exactly where the two had run to ground.

This was a game, and Vinnie knew how to play. He got a car, took along Lenny for company, and made his way to the apartment. He sat outside, and pulled out his cell phone, dialing a number.

"Hello. Goodfella's pizza, can I take your order?"

The name was deliberate, he was sure that Mr. Danger would get the message quickly, as he ordered something with meatballs and pepperoni for the couple, and gave the apartment address. He was watching with delight 45 minutes later, as the car pulled up outside the apartment, and the delivery boy got out.

 

[Shadi]

Heather

Keeping my poise we walked out of the club, it was really hard not to keep looking around although I doubted I would know what to look for.

Getting our coats he warned me that we might be followed as he slipped mine over my shoulders, his breath in my ear made me shiver and fear hadn't been the cause of it. Out on the street I felt exposed and wanted the cover of the club back, reminding myself that Matt would be able to look after himself and taking comfort from his firm grip on my arm I didn't feel quite as jittery everytime he checked the area.

He was going to lead them on a wild goose chase around the town and I felt my fear rising again, it was hard to keep a handle on it. I settled into his car and buckled up, he took us out slowly then started to push the car to it's limits, we swung around corners and raced down the streets, it was like a movie and I felt a strange sense of excitment. I gripped the edge of my seat trying not to slam into the door or Matt as we slid around the bends.

We slowed down an alley and shortly after parked up, my heart was pounding and I could practically hear the blood rushing through my veins, I wanted to do it again, the speed, the chase it was wild. We were at Matt's place and I agreed when he said we were going up together, there was a tension in the air, almost electric and it was a few moments before we left the car.

A short ride in the lift and we were in his apartment, he had told me his theory but I wasn't so sure I agreed. His apartment was dark and he wanted the lights left off, which to be fair was a sensible thing to do. Pointing me in the direction of the kitchen he asked for a drink which wasn't a bad idea, it didn't take me long to find the whiskey and a couple of glasses, so I poured two big measures. I was on a high and felt that at this moment I could take on the world, the club, the chase it was all unbelievable and I had been apart of it. The fact that people wanted to kill me didn't enter my mind, didn't seem relevant, I just felt so alive.

Taking the glasses out into the living room I placed them on a table and waited for Matt to come through. I coudn't stand still so I paced for a bit trying to put things in order, Matt was happy to help me and he really did seem trustworthy, well about as much as the next guy but there was something about him, he kind of grew on you.

I heard him come into the room and I turned to look at him, it was hard to pick out his features in the gloom but his eyes reflected what little light there was making them shine. I walked over to him, taking care around the table. "Matt, I just wanted to say thank you for everything you've done." It was the first time I had spoken his name out loud and I felt a jolt run through me. I could feel him close, all I had to do was reach out and touch him. My breathing was getting faster and this time I knew it wasn't fear, it was something that went deeper.

We were centimeters apart, all I had to do was move my head just a fraction and with no real concious thought I did. His breath was on my lips and then our lips met, they were soft and warm, I could taste a hint of alcohol on them. Suddenly I realised that I may have gone too far so stepped back breaking my contact. "Matt, I'm sorry...I'm not sure what happened then..I mean I'm not sorry about the kiss but....I just wanted...I want... " I trailed off not finishing the sentance. I knew what I wanted, the feelings ran through me, energising me, it was all in the moment and at the back of my mind part of me knew I might not make this and wanted to take everything it could while I still had a chance.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Matt Danger

Who was I kidding? I couldn't put two thoughts together. Not the way I felt: pumped, hyped. Maybe the drink would help.

Heather was standing in the dark living room, the light from outside showed her eyes, wide and still excited. Some strands of her hair had fallen into her face, making her look wild and even more beautiful.

I don't know what happened, how it happened. Neither of us planned it. We were just drawn together like magnets, not thinking, and then her lips were on mine, soft, warm, yet urgent, and telling me things that words never could.

She broke away and turned from me, stuttering an apology, confused, but I took her arm and turned her back.

“You don’t have to apologize.” I said. “You don’t have to say anything.”

I put my arms around her and she looked at me with eyes like smoked amber.

“But you don’t have to do this, either.” I said. “You don’t owe me anything.”

But I knew this had nothing to do with anyone owing anyone anything. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back and I kissed her, long, soft and sweet, a kiss that went from being a tentative meeting of lips to a confession of desperate desire on both our parts. I knew how she felt; I felt the same way. We were safe here for how long? Three, four hours? And then what?

I knew she didn’t want me to give her any false assurances, so I didn’t. She knew what our chances were, and she responded by reaching for me, by reaching for what made living worthwhile.
I pressed her to me, felt her warmth beneath my hands, her softness. It was strange. We wanted each other, but we knew exactly what we were doing. There was none of that frantic groping and tearing at each other’s clothes you expect when two people are suddenly overcome by need for each other. We didn’t have time for that. I'd never felt a woman feel so good in my arms, but I had never known so clearly what I was doing and why. Maybe it wasn't love, but it was close enough.

We broke apart and I led her into the darkened bedroom. She undressed along the way, dropping her clothes as we went. She took off her underthings and stood by the bed naked and unashamed as I stripped off my clothes. The half light that came through the Venetian blinds painted her in bars of black and white as I went to her and took her in my arms, pulling her to me.

This was no time for fancy love play or showing off technique. Without a word she climbed onto the bed and stretched out, and I followed her. I kissed her breasts softly, I couldn’t resist. She sighed and ran her hands through my hair.

“Now Matt.” she whispered. “I don’t want to wait. Do it now. We don’t have much time.”

It was as simple and straightforward as something that wonderful can be. She knew what she wanted and she wasn’t afraid to show me in the way she moved and the soft sounds of pleasure she made.

I love a woman who isn’t afraid to take what she wants, who expects to receive as much as she gives, and that was Heather and she drove me crazy. Her body moved with a slow, sensual insistence as she built herself up steadily to a final, shuddering climax just as I came too, my hands on her ass, pulling her tightly against me. All that fear and anxiety, all that tension; we poured it out into each other’s bodies in a delicious paroxysm of release.

I didn’t want it to end, it was so sweet in her arms and between her legs. As we drifted reluctantly back to reality, she kissed me softly and said “Thank you.”

I had to laugh at that. She thanked me?

It would have been so nice to stay there with her, safe in bed, and let the rest of the world take care of its own damned self. But things don’t work like that.

I got out of bed ands looked at her lying there, one arm over her eyes, as if she didn't ever want to open them again. I wondered if she were ashamed of what we'd done or whether she was just still scared.

"Heather?" I said. "It's okay."

She looked at me and forced a smile. I didn't know what else to say to her.

"I'll make some coffee." I said. I slipped back into my shorts and pants and went to the kitchen.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Matt Danger continued

When I got back to the bedroom Heather was in the shower. She came out wrapped in a towel, and I handed her the coffee.

"Keep this one out of my lap, okay?" I asked her, and she smiled. It was the first time I'd ever seen her really smile, and thinking about that made me feel bad.

I sat on the bed and finished dressing, asking her questions, trying to find out what she knew that I didn't.

The guy at the Club? She didn't know exactly who he was, one of the men who were after the dope. He had been in the cafe that morning so I'd been right about that. She'd made arrangements to meet him the next day, which struck me as odd. If he were in such a hurry to get the stuff, why give her till the next day? Just so he could follow her? What if he'd lost her and she split?

Anyhow, the fact that he worked at the G-spot musht mean he was an outfit boy. All the clubs in town were run by Bigosi's outfit, so he must be a capo for Mr Big. Made a reasonable amount of sense.

And who else had been after the stuff? No one she could name for sure, but there'd been cars and people passing by the apartment all that morning. A couple of people had called, and that's what had first sent her running, threats over the phone.

When had she last seen the stuff? She wasn't sure. Darren had bags of coke coming and going all the time. If one was special, he hadn't told her about it.

Where'd he usually stash the stuff? She didn't know that either. He'd told her he'd stopped dealing, stopped using, so she hadn't questioned him. She didn;t want to know, anyhow.

She came back into the room dressed, but with her makeup off she looked younger, more vulnerable, but every bit as gorgeous.

She told me how Darren had been calling, telling her he had to come over and get some stuff he'd left there. That was about the time she'd split. So the dope must have still been there when she left for the Cafe. That meant whoever got their hands on it had done so during the time she was out of the apartment. Most likely the person who had killed Mrs Devany and broken in.

Who? Darren? But Heather had seen a cop or someone sitting outside her place. Could he have ghotten in before the cop was called off? What had Murphy said? The cop outside was called off 2 or 3 hours before the cops got there. That's time nough.

I went into the kitchen and made a couplke of sandwhiches. I was just putting the mustard on the bread when it hit me.

I had it! I knew who'd taken it!

I stopped and thought again, walking myself through it. It seemed to work. It had to be!

"Heather!" I called.

Just then the bell rang and I felt like I'd just been given an ice-water enema. I went over to the call bell and paused with my finger over the button to open the downstairs door.

But wait a minute. The game was supposed to be that no one was home. I sure wasn't expecting any company. Whoever it was, I didn't think it was good news. Why should I make it easy for them to get in?

"Get your stuff, Heather." I said. "We're getting out of here!"

 

[English Lady]

Helena Greene

Well Seems that although i didn't make it after heather and her friend I had done a fairly good job. When i took what i'd found back to my boss he seemed well pleased. He sent me out of the room with a pat on the back.....not something I'm used to...usually he's trying to grope me.

Anyway I am off duty now and I am going home...just there is something in my head...I know there's something i missed or something more i could do.....on the last minute i decide to drop my Mr Danger's office. I know they won't be there but i might find something there that might jog my brain cels into action.


well this is it....its a dump. the lights are all off and I can't hear anyone moving about..its empty. Hmm whats this?


its a note...hmmm something scribbled on it.....and a little package....i wonder....wow....powder...I wonder..its not is it? well it sure as hell aaint suger helena!!!! I thought Danger was one of the good guys..I didn't think he'd have any of this stuff....ok lets not jump to conclusions..it could be his mum sending him some washing powder....in a plain brown envelope and only enough to wash one pair of smalls....but some how i don't think so.....better get it to the lab pronto!!!

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Matt Danger

Bu putting my telly on Channel 1 I could see who was in the building lobby, and I turned it on now.

What it showed me was pizza delivery kid wearing a set of Walkman earphones, bopping his head to the inaudible music, a pizza in his hand.

Heather came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Is he for real?" she asked softly.

I shrugged. I pressed the intercom button. "Yeah?"

"Goodfellas Pizza." he said. "Delivery for Danger. Extra-large with...uh...mushrooms, onion, and anchovies."

I released the button so he couldn't hear me. "Very cute." I muttered. "Someone's sending us a message. They know we're here. They must be waiting for us outside."

Heather looked confused.

"Goodfella's pizza?" I prompted her. "Like someone's watching too many Scorcese movies? Mushrooms because they're a fungus, onions because they make you cry, and anchovies because they're dead fish. Get it? It's a message. Cute, huh?"

I pressed the inercom button again. "You got the wrong flat, Friend. Name's Chissiler, not Danger."

"That's what it says." the kid said. "Rick Danger care of Chissiler."

'Rick' Danger? I released the button and stood back. Heather was looking more confused than ever. I shrugged. "What could I do? You can't get work as a PI if your name is Matt Chissiler. Danger's my business name. Not many people know that. I guess our boys found someone who did."

I pressed the inercom. "Someone's been pulling your leg, kid. I didn't order any pizza. What number'd they call from?"

"Uh...555-7734."

"No. That's not my number. You've been had, friend."

I rang off before the kid could start swearing, but before I could decide what to do next the phone rang.

Christ, did everyone in town know where we were?

I said to Heather, "Go into the hall closet. Get one of my coats, a long one, so they won't see your boots, and put it on. Maybe we can get you out of her while I stall."

I picked up the phone. "Yeah?"

"Mr Danger?" a girl's voice said. I heard music in the background. Loud music, voices. Sounded like one wild-ass party.

"Yeah. Cassie, right?"

"Oooh! You remembered, huh?" she giggled.

"Yeah, I remembered. You're pretty hard to forget."

"No Baby, don't stop." she said to someone on her side of the line. "Don't you fucking dare stop, you wonderful son of a bitch!"

"Sounds like quite a party." I said.

"Don't you fucking know it!" she said, "You know why I'm calling?"

"To tell me what you did with the dope?" I asked.

"Stop it!" she said off-line. "Stop it for a minute, willya? Christ!"
Then, to me she said, "So you're so fucking smart, huh, Mr Private Dick? You got it all figured out?"

"How'd you get my number?" I asked her. "Find it in the glove box when you were looking for a screw driver?"

She giggled. She was higher than hell. "Maybe." she said. "Maybe not."

"This is some incredible shit." she whispered to me. "Just fucking incredible. I haven't stopped fucking and sucking since I got it. You weren't kidding about this stuff, man. It's just fucking incredible!"

"Where are you, Cassie?" I asked her. "There's some very bad dudes looking for you. Very bad. They'll kill you, Cassie. Without thinking twice."

"Fuck that!" she said."My homies can take care of them. No one's coming down to the shadow's yard. No one fucks with the Gost Shadows. Not your fucking mafia, not your cops, not even you, Mr Ass hole!"

She said something else off line that I couldn't hear. I could hear people yelling in Chinese.

"Listen," she said, "I just wanted to tell you. We sewnt some of the shit over to you at the office. You should have yourself a taste. You'll be fucking your balls off, I swear to God. You'll be..."

A burst of Chinese, close to the phone. The sound of a slap, the phone sounded like it fell, and the line went dead.

I hung up.

Sure it had been Cassie, my quick pickup. She must have run up into Heather's place while I was creepiong around the back or standing by the side of the building spinning my brains thinking what to do. Heather must have split about then, getting by me and leaving the apartment empty. Then Cassie had taken a screwdriver from my car, broken in, and gone straight to the stash. A cokehead like her would know where it was hidden: under the toilet tank. She stuffed it in her clothes, killed Mrs Devany on the way out, and got back in the car.
Somewhere she must have had time for a toot or two, which would explain her outrageous horniness with me in the car. Then, when I went to check on the cops, she split, taking the dope with her, and hooked up with some pals from the Ghost Shadows.

The Ghost Shadow gang. Shit! Despite their juvenile name, they were anything but. They were the muscle in China town and the Southeast Asian community. They were bloody, ruthless, and organized, and on their home turf of Chinatown no one could touch them. Noone would even admit they existed, and if they did, they were usually found dead, shot in the head, although death by decapitation with a cleaver still had its fans,
If they had the dope, we could kiss it goodbye.

And meanwhile, why had they sent some over to my office? Why, to set me up, of course. It won't look good for me when someone finds some stuff in my office. And that explains the two Chinese kids I saw lurking around earlier in the evening. They must have been the ones who planted the stuff.

Shit. This was getting to be just too much. I had to come to some quick conclusions, real quick.

"Heather?" I called. "Heather?"

But Heather was gone. The back door was still open and Heather was gone.

 

[Steiner]

Vinnie had watched as the Pizza dude walked up to the front door - when the buzzer had sounded, he had taken a man with him around to the back door. Lo and behold, a couple of minutes later, a figure had come barreling out of the door and straight into his arms.

"Evening lady. Going somplace maybe?"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Matt Danger

I don't know if the shit was hitting the fan yet, but it was getting close. I didn't know if Heather had taken my suggestion and tried to beat it without telling me, or whether she had some plan of her own. I wouldn't be the first guy to have been taken in by a kiss, despite how sincere it had felt. I just couldn't be mad at her, and I hoped she made it wherever she was going.

So with Heather's disappearance, I was officially out of the loop. Sure, I knew who had the stuff, but unless our friend Mr Goodfella had some compelling reasons to question me, I wasn't going to volunteer the information. Information is power. You don't just give it away.

All I had to worry about is who they were setting me up for with the dope at my office. From talking to Cassie, she didn't seem like any Macchiavelli, so I didn't think her scheme would be too sophisticated. She'd probably just tip the cops, who'd find the stuff and come after me. Or else they might defer to that sinister sounding Special Unit 5 Murphy had told me about, who were tied up in this somehow.

I figured I'd call Lully's boys. He'd given me the original job of trying to buy the stuff from Heather for 20 grand, which I'd so expertly blown, but I hadn't even told him about that yet. For all he knew the stuff was still in play. At least the information I had would be some compensation for my muffing the deal.

I talked to him for a while and told him what I knew. Told him about Cassie, the Ghost Shadows, the pizza. He gets a kick out of hearing all that gangster stuff. "Hollywood crap" he calls it. He even calls me "Hollywood", says I should write this stuff up for the movies. He's a funny guy. You could die laughing.

Before he came here his family ran drugs and bootleg caviar in Turkmenistan, formerly USSR. Here he supposedly imports carpets. Every so often they find one of his cheaper models wrapped around a poor stiff who didn'tpay his protection money. But like the Ghost Shadows, Falco Lully usually sticks to his own people and doesn't mix in mainstream stuff. For that he's got me. He thinks I'm great. A real American Private Eye.

He wanted to send some muscle over but I told him no. Just what I didn't need now was a bunch of crazy Tartars running around with AK-47's. As if this whole thing weren't confused enough already.

I knew i was going to have to go down to my office. Sure, it was a set-upm but I had to see what was going on. Besides, there was a chance I could get there before the cops and get rid of the dope. Anyhow, I don't think anyone'd expect me to show up there, not now, and I also had a feeling that's where Heather would end up, one way or another.

But before I left, I figured I'd call the people who had sent me the pizza, just to find out if they might be reasonable. You don't get to work for Mr Big by being a mad dog killer. It was all business to them, and I could be as reasonable as the nextguy.

Besides, I wanted to know what made them thing I liked anchovies on my pizza.

I had the number from the pizza guy. I called. It rang.

 

[Steiner]

Vinnie was practicing one of his more dangerous smiles when the phone in his hip pocket went off. Damn, if he could find the guy who invented those damn things...

He picked the phone out and opened it with a flip of his wrist.

"Vinnie here...."

 

[English Lady]

Well I'd rung in to let the boss know what was what..he said to keep hold of my package..bring it in in the morning...told me to taste it......so like the obeient fool I am..I have...and well i can definitely say it isn't washing powder....and now I am beginning to fel..well a little giddy you might say. Just gonna sit here on this step a while till i feel less light headed.......

 

[dr_mabeuse]

REVISION

OOC: Matt is not happy with his description of the way he made love to Heather Andrews. After thinking it over, he’s submitted this more detailed report, which should be inserted in place of the earlier description. Please note that this changes nothing in the story, merely provides a more robust description. Matt trusts Ms Andrews will not be embarrassed by the more complete disclosure.


IC:
I led her through the darkened flat towards the bedroom, and she followed without resistance. Outside the bedroom she stopped and as I turned to her she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close for a kiss, opening her lips and giving me the softness of her mouth. She bit softly at my lip, then licked away the damage with her tongue, all the while pressing the soft cushions of her breasts against me.
I twined my fingers in her long brown hair and pulled her head back so I could kiss her throat and she moaned in pleasure. My hands dropped to her back, then lower, and I cupped her buttocks through the soft leather of her miniskirt as she ground her hips against me. I knew she could feel my hardness against her groin and as she did she pushed her tongue into my mouth, showing me just what she wanted me to do to her with my cock, just how she wanted to be fucked.
It was more than I could take and I had to pull away from her, turning my head to the side so I could breath as her body writhed hungrily against me.
“You must think I’m horrible.” she said. “But I need this, Matt. I need this.”
Instead of answering I kissed her again. I held her face in my hands and I kissed her mouth, her eyes, her cheeks. “No, no.” I said, “It’s what I want too, Heather. It’s what I wanted since I first laid eyes on you.”
I steered her into the bedroom. The light coming through the Venetian blinds made bars of shadow across her body as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her feet, then pulled off her top till she was wearing nothing but her bra and panties and her boots. She stood unashamed and patient as I stripped off my clothes and went to her.
I slid my arms around her smooth skin and pulled her close so that my hard cock slid over the smooth fabric of her panties and lodged against her stomach, trapping it between us. The feel of her in my arms, the smell of her perfume and her eagerness overwhelmed me, and I kissed her hotly as she groaned into my mouth. I pushed her back against the bed until she toppled back with me on top of her.
“Wait!” she gasped. “My boots.”
“Leave them on.” I said, “I like them.”
She smiled as I kissed her again, but as my hand found her breast her smile faded. She pulled my head down to her chest, arching her back towards me and I pulled the cups of her bra down, freeing her succulent breasts as I covered them with kisses.
She hissed in pleasure as I sucked a nipple into my mouth, swiping my tongue across it and biting gently, first one and then the other. My hand traced down over her smooth stomach and found her mons and I slid a finger over her crotch, feeling her labia, soft and moist even through her panties, making her groan.
She picked up her hips and peeled her knickers down over her thighs, then I took over and slid them over her boots and threw them on a chair. She sat up and quickly took off her bra, fluffed her hair out behind her head and laid back down.
I played at her pussy, tickling and teasing her, and she opened her legs so that I could feel her wetness, her heat. She jumped when I touched her and began to grind her lips in hungry circles as my finger tips played lightly over her crease, dipping as low as her anus and all the way up to her clit. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she concentrated on my fingers working at her sex, breathing quickly through flared nostrils.
“Tell me.” she said. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me, Matt. I want you to tell me.”
I lifted my mouth from her breast but didn’t stop tickling her pussy, I moved my face so that my lips were just barely touching her ear and said, “I’m going to fuck you, Heather. I’m going to get you wet and then I’m going to stick my big, hard cock into you, deep into you, and fuck you hard. I’m going to make you scream with my big dick, Heather. I’m going to stretch your sweet little pussy so that you know you’ve been fucked, and I’m going to fuck you until I come, until I fill you with my hot come!”
Her mouth opened as I said this and her lips trembled with excitement as she ground her hips hotly against my hand.
“Yes, yes! God yes!” she whispered. “I want you to do that to me Matt. I want you to do all of that to me!”
We kissed, and she bit my lip tenderly as I took a nipple in my fingers and squeezed. The harder I squeezed, the harder she bit, groaning and twisting, showing me what she was feeling,
Finally it was too much for her. She squealed and squirmed away, panting, her big tits rising and falling on her chest. She spread her legs and raised her knees, then closed her eyes, waiting for me.
I got between her thighs and fit the head of my cock against her pussy, making her twitch. I paused a moment to take in her beauty, her full breasts, her blood pulsing in her throat. She gripped my arms and raised her knees as I leaned my weight against my hips and sank into her.
“Oh yes!” she breathed, “Oh God you feel so good!”
She was hot and soft yet tight, and I went slowly to let her get used to my width as my prick filled her up. I would guess she hadn’t been with Darren for a long time before the break-up, for despite her discomfort she took me eagerly, gasping in pleasure as I sank home until my pubic bone ground against her labia and I could go no further.
“Oh, just leave it there. Leave it there for just a minute. You feel so fucking good!” she whispered hotly, and I did as the lady asked, just basking in her heat and her softness and the thrill of possessing her beauty so utterly. She squeezed me between her thighs, and squeezed me inside as her hips began slowly to churn against me.
Her breathing was ragged and \unsteady, and she gasped suddenly whenever I hit a particularly sensitive spot. But soon we got into a rhythm, she churning in tight hungry circles, and me pistoning in and out with increasing speed and force, finally slamming into her hard enough to make her grunt softly every time I hit bottom.
She twisted her head and kissed me, fed from my mouth as I fucked her, but my lips and licked them as she moaned softly, encouraging me. Her hands slid up and down my back, then returned to grip my arms as if testing their hardness. She closed her legs behind me and I felt the smooth, cool feel of the leather boots against the backs of my legs. It just made me hotter than I already was, and I began to slam against her in earnest, making her tits jounce on her chest while she groaned in encouragement, loving my rough treatment.
Her hair was tangled over her face, her lips were swollen and pouty, her eyes closed as I worked above her, my mind aflame with her staggering loveliness. There is nothing lovelier in my opinion than a woman in the throes of overwhelming passion, and Heather was that and more. Just looking at her made the gism churn in my balls.
“Heather,” I gasped, knowing I was close but not wanting it to end, “Heather…”
“I know, I know!” she said, looking at me through her smoky eyes. “So am I, so am I. Just do it. Give it to me. I’m ready. God, I’m so close!”
That put me over the edge. I fucked into her twice, three times more and felt myself swell within the tight clutch of her pussy. I grabbed her buttocks and pulled he tight, tight, then thrust into her as far as I could, till the base of my cock spread her wide and squashed her labia flat..
She squealed in excitement as she felt me grow within her, and when the first gush of hot semen jetted up my cock and into her body she cried out, arched her back, wrapped her arms and legs around me and held on for dear life as she came in a ferocious paroxysm of release, jerking, writhing and shuddering. I could only imagine the levels of frustration and anguish that had been stored up within her waiting for some kind of release. I’m over 215 pounds and as she came she lifted me into the air as he body arched high off the bed, wracked by enormous waves of sexual energy that left her limp and completely drained.
Again and again I came, each burst making her cry out anew as I emptied all my anxiety and fear into the welcoming chalice of her body. All my tension. All my confusion seemed to pour out of me in a burst of pure ecstasy, and she took it all, shuddering, clinging to me, sobbing with relief..

 

[dr_mabeuse]

REVISION

OOC: If no one minds terribly, I would like to change things somewhat here.
Instead of Cassie's having given the dope to the Chinese Ghost Shadow gang, I'd prefer she gave it to a bunch of Goth Satanists.
The reasons for this revision are:
I don't wantto have to deal with people who speak Chinese
I don't think anyone else would want to either
I think we could have some fun with weirded-out Satanists. (Temple-of-Doom type stuff, running around through the sewers)

So unless anyone has any objections or would rather involve a different group, I'm going to have Cassie mixed up with a satanist cult.

Let me know if you have a problem with this, otherwise I'll assume it's okay.


---dr.M.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Matt Danger

OOC: Talking to Vinnie on the cell phone

IC: Hello, Vinnie? So that's your name?

This is Matt Danger. The guy you've been following. Hey, thanks for the pizza. That was cute.

Listen Vinnie, let's not screw around, huh? I know what you're looking for, and I don't have it. I guess you can believe that or not, but the fact is I don't.

But I'm pretty sure I know who does.

You were at the Cafe this morning. You remember that trampy number who was sitting in the back by Heather? You find her, you've found your dope.

Now I want to get out of here and I don't want to get snatched and roughed up or shot in the back. So I got to make one more call and then I'm coming down.

Who? Well I thought I'd call your boss Mr Big and tell him how well you're doing with this project, that's who.

See you, huh?

 

[Steiner]

Vinnie made a curt gesture to his accompanying goon to hold the woman and ensure she didn't escape - he wanted to give this call his full attention.

"Glad you liked the pizza... I noticed you didn't pay the poor bastard though. Getting cheap for a man trying to cut a million dollar deal, Mr Danger?

My suggestion is that it goes down like this. You come out the back door, and we both go looking for your lady friend. The one WITH the dope, the one without it I got already. If your story checks out then you and she can go on your merry way - I figure the last thing you want is to be associated with this, right?

If you're lying then you suddenly find life in the big city a lot more dangerous. I'd rather not involve the boss on this one, but at the end of the day I'm a valued employee and you ain't. If this goes ratshit then I have to wait another year to get made, that's all. Your consequences are a little more unpleasant. I think we can cut a deal - I'm not going to pull any crap like insisting you're unarmed."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Point of Order

OOC: Jeez, I really hate to be putting in all these OOC things, but something bothers me about Heather's recent abduction by Vinnie, because i think I put her into that spot by usurping her autonomy.

I had hijacked Heather's chcarcter for our love-making session, which ishe said was okay. But I had no business making her disappear from Matt's place after that. That should have been Heather's decision. And if she hadn't wanted to go, she wouldn't have been abducted.

So I think the decision should be Heather's as to whether she would have left the flat.

---dr.M.