Archibald McGillicutty, Privite Investigator

[Samuari]

As I snooped around, I found that there was a lot of interest in The Naked Pussy. My old colleagues at the police department were sure that there was something going on, but they had been unable to get anyone in to see. They said that the feds had been quietly asking questions, too. When I got to the federal building, the marshals and INS let me know that if we found out anything that they would be interested in, I had better call, if I expected to keep my license. There seemed to be a lot of interest in why I was involved, and while there were no direct promises of help, we did agree to cooperate.

I picked up a nice Chablis and a dozen oysters on my way home.

The housekeeper must have just left, because the place stunk with that “air freshener” that she insisted on using. I opened the windows to air the place out while I took a shower. Since I still had a couple of hours before Cookie was expected, I took a nap.

 

[husband's nightmare]

Victor checked his watch, "it was getting close to opening time. A few more hours. Truck had better have done his job." he thought. Victor and Natasha had moved to his private office. It was on the second floor, overlooking the entire club. From the floor all you could see was a black wall, polished and clean without a smudge on it, almost marble in appearance. From the inside, it was more like a two way mirror. The whole club was visible through this wall in complete privacy. Opposing this wall was a desk, a dark wood with a high shine. Not black, but close. The wall to the left had a couch, leather of course, and not the kind that makes noises when you slide on it, the kind of leather they use in Jaguars. Corinthian leather, also dark in color, but not black, with two matching chairs in front of the desk. On the fourth wall was a large cabinet that ran the full length, filled with televisions. Video cameras all over the club fed into this room. The office was sound proof. The only noise allowed inside was determined by Victor. But when he was in here, he usually didn't want any interuptions.

Victor sat spralled on the couch, Natasha kneeled in front of him. She had pulled the shirt out of his pants and was gently kissing his stomach. Moving to his ribs and along his chest. Victor closed his eyes and relaxed even more. The sound of his breathing inspired Natasha to become more aggressive. She unbuttoned his shirt and carressed his chest. Pulled the shirt away from his body, she hungrily kissed his neck and worked her way down his body. Teasing his nipples with her tongue and sucking them on her way to his pants. Victor breathed heavily, his body moving on it's own. Natasha adeptly unfastened his belt and took his pants down around his ankles.

She nuzzled against him, making his cock twitch in anticipation. Her soft hair played against his thighs. Victor set his hand on the top of her head, Natasha was still allowed to play. If Victor had wanted her to "get to it" he would have been a little more forceful. But his casual touch told her she could continue at her pace. Natasha kept moving her face against him, using her nose and lips to stroke his crotch. Her soft skin had coaxed Victor's cock to start seeping pre-cum. Natasha rubbed it against her face until her cheeks glistened. Strings trailed from her nose to the tip of his cock. Her very move was well planned, designed to elicit a specific response. It worked like a charm. Her small hands grasped him, feeling his hardness grow even more. She started to stoke him slowly, bring up even more of his pre-cum, which she licked off the tip. Victor bucked slightly and Natasha held him still. After a short pause she put her warm mouth around the tip, and slid her mouth down around him. When she had gone as far as she could, she stuck her tongue out along the bottom of his shaft and drew her head back up.

Victor shuddered and pushed slightly on the back of her head. Natasha quicly fell into a rythm, using her hands and mouth at the same time. Victor was close, she knew it by the tightness in his balls, she knew he wanted to cum. Natasha looked up at him, her small mouth stretched around his cock, she knew this would push him over the edge. It did. He came very hard, Natasha managed to swallow down the first two shots, but pulled off and let the last two land on her face and hair. Her hand still worked his cock and made wet noises as she finished him to softness. Victor opened his eyes and smiled at his messy little girl.

"Mmmmmmm. You do very well my little Natasha."

"I only do what you've taught me to." Natasha said with a quiet smile. She wasn't happy, but definitely content. Or at least safe from whatever scared her.

One of the TV screens showed Truck walking in the front door. "I have some things to take care of, why don't you go clean up?" Natasha left the room, her small hips gently swaying as she walked to the bathroom just off the office wall with the couch.

Truck came in the office and sat down.

 

[Silverlily]

I returned home shortly before seven. I checked my machine and the mail, then turned on the shower. I used my favorite sandalwood body gel and took my time luxuriating in the fragrant suds. Stepping out of the steam of the shower into my dressing room, I towel dried my hair, giving it a good shake to bring out the natural wave. Forgoing perfume in favor of amber scented lotion; I selected my garments for the evening.

Ivory lace demi-bra and high-cut bikinis went under a form fitting pair of jeans. I slipped into a silk button-up shirt with French cuffs. I piled my mostly dry hair up in a loose knot, letting a few tendrils fall about my face. I kept my make-up light, just a touch of blush and a dab of lip color. I pulled on a comfortable pair of velvet flats, checked the mirror and headed out the door. Minutes later, I rang the bell at Archie's house.

 

[Samuari]

I was a Raogers & Hammerstien mood, with the stero loaded with Oklahoma!, South Pacific, and The King and I playing randomly.

"Hi! Come on in." Man, Cookie looked lovely, as she found her way in. "I'm about done, could you fix me a vodca martinii, and whatever you want. I just need to finish shucking these oysters." In a few minutes I brought out a tray of oysters on the half shell, together with the condiaments. Cookie had mixed my martinii and was waiting as "Getting to Know You" came on the sound system...

 

[Samuari]

Closure

OOC: The possum got himself trapped this morning, and the animal controll guy picked him up about 15 minutes ago. He said, "That's a big 'un, nice and fat, be good for supper." (I didn't ask / don't want to know.) Called the carpenters in for estimates, and started cleaning up to reoccupy the bedroom. The couch was better than the floor, I guess...but I will be real glad to get my king size bed back, and the normality that it represents.

 

[Silverlily]

I walked over to the bar. Archie had an interesting selection of show tunes playing; "Getting to Know You" was the current selection. I wrinkled my nose. I hated that song; its only saving grace was it was one of Archie's favorites. I mixed two martinis, a dry one for him and a very wet one for me. I passed on the sofa, instead taking a seat on a large floor pillow next to a cocktail table. Archie came out with a tray of oysters and joined me.

Taking a sip of my drink, I told him, "I picked up a couple of great outfits at Midnight Pirouette, Jeanette says hello. Did you find out anything downtown?" I tried to stick to business, but honestly, I loved the way Archie looked in casual clothes. I was all for skipping dinner and going straight to dessert.

 

[Samuari]

I came in with the oysters, humming the show tune...then remembered that Cookie didn't care for them. "Oops I just love the way that those guys brought thier ideas into the lyrics. Here, lets find something that you can get into...Jazz, Blues, Rock, Folk, Swing? What kind of mood are you in? Maybe Revel's Bolero, or is that too provocative? Have an oyster, they're supposed to be an aphrodisiac, not that you've ever needed one..."

 

[handsomexotic]

Reginald Smythe in Jeanette's shop

OOC: Can a (non-Japanese) client join the fray? Perhaps a slightly comical upper-class twit? BTW, I've taken a small liberty with the timing--forgive me, Kitten

IC: Behind the curtains of the back room of Midnight Pirouette, Reginald Smythe tried to hold his breath as he listened to Jeanette and the woman speak in the front.

Curse her, he thought, as he looked at himself in the big mirror. His gaze encompassed his handsome, though rather vacuous face, his sharply-cut tuxedo and dazzlingly white dress-shirt, his nattily hand-tied black bow-tie--and then dropped mournfully to his drooping cock, sticking out from under his shirt-tails, still glistening with Jeanette's juices.

He had dropped by, as was his practice, to have a little afternoon dalliance with Jeanette. It had been quite a while since they had seen each other last, and thus things had not taken too long to accelerate.

Before too long, Jeanette and he had staggered into the back room, still in a tight embrace, their lips enmeshed and tongues devouring each other, his hands pulling up her short skirt to cup her tight ass, her hands squeezing the painfully confined erection in his tuxedo pants.

Then, with a soft growl at the back of her throat, Jeanette had slid to her knees as she pulled his pants and underwear down, to release his hard cock. "Mon dieu, it's beautiful," she had said with a naughty grin, before sucking the mushroom head gently into her mouth.

Jeanette's expert cocksucking had brought him very close to the edge. But Reggie, chivalrous as always, had stopped her, raising her to her feet and sitting her on big cutting table. Then, lifting her legs, he had peeled down the soft scrap of soaked silk covering her pussy, to uncover her beautiful, glistening, shaved lips, framed by the bunched up black mini-skirt still around her hips.

Intoxicated by the sight, and the smell of her excitement, he had leaned forward to taste her juices. But she had held him with surprisingly strong arms, and growled, "NO! I want you IN me! Now!"

The table was at just the right height. Jeanette had lain down on it and lifted her hips to him. And then, he had, ever so slowly, thrust his enormous length into her, filling her up at a steady pace, eliciting a prolonged gasp from her as he did so. And then, once he was plugged deep, deep inside her, he had pulled out--just as deliberately.

Jeanette had tossed her head about,whimpering delightedly at being so expertly fucked. Until ... there was a soft chime in the background, and Jeanette had turned into an absolute madwoman.

"Merde!" she had yelped, and pulled away sharply, so that his cock had pulled out of her with an audible "pop". "I left the front door open ... they'll find us!" And she had run for the front, smoothing her skirt down over her wet pubes, whispering over her shoulders: "Not a sound!"

And, his hard-on at half mast, Reggie had been left bereft, listening to the murmured conversation between Jeanette and her female customer.

Abruptly, Jeanette came back through the curtains, a wide smile on her face. "I'm so sorry, Reggie, cherie," she whispered as she gave him a quick kiss and rubbed his now flaccid cock. "But why don't you move closer to the curtains and look through it--you may find something very interesting in the next few minutes."

Saying which, she quickly picked up a handful of costumes from the back closet, and whisked herself back through the curtains.

Reggie peered through, as he had been bid, and was met with a sight that made his cock spring back into aching hardness: The shutters were down in the front room. And ... Jeanette was helping a woman out of her clothes. And not just any woman ... he could only see her back, but it was stunning--a perfect heart-shaped ass, bisected by the tiniest g-string, and mesh stockings that she was slowly rolling down, the muscles of her taut derriere undulating with the motion ...

Reggie couldn't help the soft groan that escaped his lips, and his fist tightened on his cock. Thankfully, the woman did not seem to notice, but Jeanette did--and flashed him a wickedly smiling glance of warning as she leaned over next to the now almost naked woman, her skirt riding up her thighs to almost reveal what Reggie knew was her uncovered, wet pussy.

 

[Samuari]

OCC: Welcome

But first read the thread. so you will see how you can fit in. Just stay with the tale, and have fun.

 

[husband's nightmare]

Victor glanced at his watch. Already everyone that worked for him was there, making sure everything was perfect. Not that they didn't usually did that. They always did, but tonight, if the girls are right and everything goes well, could bring in a almost a million. Truck walked over to Victor's table and stood until Victor turned his attention from the hustle on the floor to him.

"I have several girls coming tonight. The idea of dancing and getting free drinks was more than enough incentive. I looked at the list of applicants, we should have enough talent tonight." Truck said.

"Good. Anything else?" Victor's voice hinted at something but tried to remain aloof and casual.

"Yea. I have two that... weren't as willing.... to come to your party." Truck gave a very small grin. Hardly noticble if you didn't know he never moved his lips in a smile-like manner. "They're in the back. Do you want to see?"

The Naked Pussy had plenty of surprises to it. It had been used for bootlegging in the early part of the century, it had been a house of "ill repute" as the good citizens called it. (never mind half of them worked here, and the other half visited!) There were secret rooms everywhere. Room that you would never look for because you just would suspect one there. The "back" was on of those rooms. Specially designed for clients to view goods that one might not want the general public to see. As lavish as his office, but this one had rings built into the ceiling, floor and walls, that chains could easily be attached to to..display and keep mercahndise that sometimes just wanted to get the hell out of there!

"Truck, I have always trusted your judgement. I'm sure the two you've picked out will do fine. Why don't you go find something to do to kill a little time before the club opens? I figure the regualars will be here in an hour, the other dancer half an hour after that, and then our clients will be here shortly after that. There is someone else coming, he's not Japanese, he's on the list though. Make sure the guys up front treat him well."

Trucked walked down the five steps to the lower floor and Victor turned back to watch the activity on the floor. The new bartender Rachel was looking really good tonight. "I'll have to make sure I stop by and talk to her tonight" Victor whispered to himself.

 

[Silverlily]

I smiled at Archie and placed the oysters on the table. Walking over to the stereo, I selected a jazz cd and put it in to play. My hips swayed with the music as I sauntered back to him. Putting my arms around his neck, I sighed, "I have everything I need right here." Slowly, I kissed his neck and jaw line, paying special attention to the hollow at the base of his throat.

Growling between my teeth, I forced myself back to the matter at hand. There would always be time for play later. "Now, tell me, did you find out anything about the Naked Pussy? Be a good boy and I'll show you what I bought today."

 

[Samuari]

Duke Ellington took the A train one more time, and Cookie fairly danced back to me, floating on a cloud called into being by the master band leader. I lost myself in her lips, her supple body following into mine, “I have everything I need right here.” She murmured. “So do I.” I said to myself, as if by not vocalizing it, I could pretend it wasn’t true for a while longer. Thankfully, She broke the clinch; I don’t think that I could have found the will power to do it.

“Now, tell me, did you find out anything about The Naked Pussy?” she asked.

“Well, yes and no. There is a lot of interest in the club, but the department hasn’t been able to get anyone inside. They know that something is going on, but they don’t know what, and don’t seem to have anyway in. They seemed glad that we are taking an interest, and I think that they wouldn’t mind if we could give them an excuse to come in. The feds were a lot cagier; they have an operation either on going, or about to kickoff. They warned me to come to them, if we found something. And get this, INS set in on the interview. Wonder what that’s all about?”

“Mood Indigo” began on the sound system…

 

[Silverlily]

"Hmm, INS, really, that doesn't sound good," I was starting to think there was something rather nasty going on at the Naked Pussy. "Archie, any idea if there are any other girls, other than Rita Maxwell, missing? Something really stinks about that place and it isn't the tips." I could tell Archie was thinking about something, he had that far-off look in his eyes; the look that always turned me on. "What are you thinking about, darlin'?"

"You."

That one word sent a shiver of pleasure through me. I wrapped my arms around him again, and pulled us both to the floor.

 

[Samuari]

"Archie, any idea if there are any other girls, other than Rita Maxwell, missing? Something really stinks about that place and it isn't the tips."

I hadn't thought of that but there were a few more missing persons reports than normal. She was right, something did smell about this place and it wasn't just the locker room. Could I risk sending Cookie into that mess? It looked like several girls had allready been sucked into that swamp and hadn't come back. I would not let that happen to my Surgar Cookie. But how?


"What are you thinking about, darlin'?"

"You."

She wrapped an arm arround me and pulled me to the carpet, rolled 'till she was on top, and brought her face down to meet mine. I stroked her hairback away from her eyes, and tucked it behind her ears... gawd when did her ears get to be so sexy?...I had to have a nibble. I pulled her head down, and took a lobe into my mouth, gently gripping it between my teeth. My hands wondered down her neck to her shoulders and I pulled her in tight, tring to banish the thought of losing her in that black hole of a club.

I shudered at that thought, but moved it to the back of my mind, and focused on the wonderful squiggly women in my arms. I brought my hands down to her waist. She raised up, leaning on her arms. She smiled as I found the buttons on her shirt, and started undoing them, exposing first the sexist navel this side of the rockies.

 

[Samuari]

Arch eats a Cookie

I continue up her silk shirt, unbuttoning and kissing sweet flesh as it is exposed, until I can peel it off her shoulders and slide it down her arms. We have a laugh when the French cuffs momentarily defeat us; but Cookie takes care of them, and uses the break to take off her bra as well. She leaned forward feeding me first one breast, then the other. My hands move to her jeans’ button. She has to suck her tummy in so that I can unfasten it, and work the zipper down. With a little room, I begin to work my hands in to her tight trousers so that I can cup those sweet Cookie buns. She once again broke our embrace. Sensing that she was about to stand up, I grasped her jeans and thong and rolled them off of her in one motion as she stood.

She stepped out of them, and let me pull her now naked body back down to me. She found my lips with hers, and began working on getting my polo shirt off with one hand, while she supported herself with the other. She splits our embrace to finish pealing my shirt off. Louis Armstrong’s Mack the Knife briefly intrudes, bringing a smile to Cookies sweet lips.

I use the break to pull her up on me so that her pussy is right in front of my face. My fingers open her flower’s petals, gently moving the thick outer lips out of the way, exposing her fine pink inner lips, and finally bringing the erect core out of hiding. With the hand that is still on her ass, I pull her up onto my face. Bringing her to my mouth, my tongue opens her pussy while my nose finds itself against her very hard core. I cannot sallow fast enough to keep up with the flow of her nectar; some is wasted as it runs off of my face. She leans back supporting her self with her hands on her ankles, giving my hand access to her gapping hole. I work first one then a second finger into her. Cookie grinds onto my hand, gyrating to the strains of Armstrong’s Struttin’ With Some Barbecue .

My other hand pulls her further up my face; my tongue licks its way across her perineum feeling her strong muscles working to drive my fingers deeper. Finally I reach the rose bud of her pretty ass, and begin to probe. First around the edges, sampling the crinkles, then seeking out the center cavity running into her tightness, gently urging her to relax and give me entry. I slowly extend my tongue its full length, feeling my fingers working the other side. I have to hold on tight; Cookie is bucking like the untamed filly that she is, trying to come out of my saddle. She comes explosively, as Kenny G orgasms into his saxophone.



[Edited by Samuari on 11-20-2000 at 06:59 AM]

 

[Silverlily]

Still trembling from the most amazing orgasm, pushed Archie back onto the floor. Crawling toward him on all fours, I straddled him and unhurriedly undid the buttons on his shirt, kissing him as each button gave way. Finally, I spread the shirt open, revealing his broad chest. Running my fingers through the thin hair there, I playfully pinched one nipple. His gasp was tangible; I lowered my head and nipped with my teeth to make him do it again. Starting at the hollow of his throat, I kissed my way down his body, not stopping until I reached his jeans.

I unfastened his belt, threw it to the side, and undid his pants. I smiled, much to my surprise, Archie wasn't wearing anything underneath. Taking his hard cock in my hands, I licked the tip, teasing him with my teeth. Sliding my mouth around him, I took in his length again and again. Tasting his pre-cum, I rose up. "Archie, I want you to take me now. Please?" I asked. God, I wanted him so bad.

 

[Samuari]

occ: when did I put my shirt back on?

"Archie, I want you to take me now. Please?"

I can resist anything but temptation, certainly not this temptress. I looked down at this beauty that had just stained my cock with her lipstick, and knew that I needed her and soon. I sat up and drew her to me, kissing that wonderful mouth. Tasting my self on her tongue, as her lips gave way to my assault. We stood up and my shirt and pants fell away. I stepped out of them, and pushed her face down on to the couch, forcing her ass up in the air, at the perfect position for me to enter Cookie’s wet pussy. I drove into her in one smooth motion, feeling her cunt muscles grip my cock as I pushed my way deep inside her. She flexed her back like a cat, pushing back against my thrust, fucking me deeper. I gripped her hips and began to rapidly saw in and out of her. Her little rosebud ass winked at me while I was quickly approaching the point of no return. It was still glistening with my saliva, from my tonguing of a few minutes before. I slipped my thumb in, and we both came to a thunderous orgasm that buckled our knees and we collapsed down to the floor beside the couch.

We recovered from the ‘little death’ in a few minutes and listened to Manheim Steamroller while we cuddled on the floor. The room smelled of sex and sweat, mixed in with Cookie’s perfume, almost enough to get me ready again. Cookie stirred against me, and then my stomach growled, reminding us that we hadn’t eaten yet. Cookie giggled, “I think we better eat, Arch.”

I struggled to my feet and gave her my arm, to help her up. In the kitchen, I handed her a bib apron, “ Can you toss a salad, while I broil the fillets?” She looked incredible in that apron, almost modest when seen from the front, and naked in back. I t was going to be along night…

 

[husband's nightmare]

Victor smiled to himself as he surveyed the floor below him. Quite a few people were coming in now and you could taste the money in the air. The sound of glasses on the bar, being placed on tables by the most beautiful waitresses you could imagine. The only bills being passed around were fifties and hundreds, just the way Victor liked.

Natasha was sitting right next to Victor, wearing a very short silver dress, heels to match, hair up in a french twist, perfect lipstick and looking as elegant as can be. Victor walked toward the new bartender, Melissa.

Melissa was 5'6 140 lbs. short brown hair, very cute. Had the temperment of gasoline and a match. Treat them right and everything is fine, mess up, and you'll live to regret it.

"Good evening Melissa, good to see you tonight" Victor used every word to pull her under his spell. His voice was perfect, deep enough to drive right through her. Victor leaned over her and whispered his order into her ear. Melissa shivered and got him a glass of ice water...

 

[Silverlily]

occ: about the same time I put on perfume

While Archie broiled the fillets, I rinsed the greens and began chopping the tomatoes and yellow bell peppers. Tossing them into a large bowl along with the shredded greens, I added some fresh basil. A drizzle of olive oil and a dash of balsamic vinegar along with a finely chopped garlic clove, and I mixed the salad with wooden tongs. "Perfection," I purred, "how are the fillets, they smell scrumptious."

While we waited, I nuzzled against him. "You, as always, were magnificent honey." Feeling his hands massaging my bare backside, I kissed his throat, feeling his pulse beating there. "Can I have you for dessert?"

 

[Samuari]

OOC: All beautiful women smell good... says so right here in da book.

"mmm I thought that you promised me a 'fashion show', but wwe had better get some calories down before we do anything."

 

[husband's nightmare]

"Thank you my Dear" Victor said. His words were calm and full of so many hidden meanings. Melissa smiled, her blue eyes sparkled at him. Victor motioned her to follow him. She climed out from behind the bar and walked with him up to his office where he closed the door.

Melissa stood, not sure what do, her hands dangling at her side. Victor moved close very quickly, he placed one hand behind her neck, just toying with the back of her hair. His other hand was at her side, holding her hand in his with his fingers trailing along her thigh. Melissa sighed when he brushed his cheek against hers, paused, and then kissed the lobe of her ear. Her knees buckled and he held her up allowing her to go limp in his arms.

Melissa took a chance and kissed him back, gently at first and then with more passion. She kissed his neck, his chin, the nape of his neck until she made her way to his mouth. She kissed him as though they were long lost lovers. Victor started to unbutton her shirt as she tugged at his pants...

 

[Silverlily]

We carried the food to the living room and sat down at a low table to eat. Everything was delicious and soon we were both pushing our plates away. Archie opened another bottle of wine and made ourselves comfortable in front of the fireplace. I was about to cuddle against him, when I remembered the bag in my car. Jumping up, I kissed him on top of his head and said, "I'll be right back." I returned in a jiffy with the goodies.

"Now, I believe I owe you a show," I said, dancing around mischievously. "Which would you like first? Schoolgirl, cowgirl, or goddess? No wait, goddess is last, schoolgirl or cowgirl?"

 

[Samuari]

I watched Cookie run out to her car just wearing the apron. Hmmm... what a show for the neighbors!

Ahh... choices, why can't that woman just keep it simple? Instead she needs to fuck with my head, too. Maybe I should just be grateful that she wants to fuck me.

"Well, the schoolgirl, I guess. Does the cowgirl come with a saddle?"

 

[Silverlily]

occ: damn, forgot about the apron

I rolled my eyes at Archie, "Saddle?" I walked around to look at his backside. "I guess you could pass for a horse," I teased. With a wink, I disappeared into the guest room, bag in tow.

I emerged shortly and put a dance mix cd into the player. Twirling around to show off the short skirt, I put my hands on my hips and leaned forward to give him a nice clevage shot. Straightening up, I ran my hand between my legs, giving him a peek at my white thong. I had put my hair up in braids with the fuzzy scrunchies and fiddled with one as I unsnapped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Turning and running my hands up the backs of my thighs, I caressed my bare bottom and dropped to my knees. I crawled over to Archie and growled as I pawed my way up his chest to kiss him.

 

[Samuari]

Cookie pressed her body against mine. I could feel her rock hard nipples through the thin uniform shirt against my bare chest. She brought her hands to my head, and forced her tongue into my mouth savagely. I brought my hands up to cup her breasts, feeding her need. Cookie’s body shuddered in my embrace.

She seemed to gather her self, and pushed off of my chest. “Not so fast, mister. We have two more outfits to go.” She struggled to her feet, and staggered into the guest room. I put a ZZ Top CD on to the sound system.