Film Noir ...

[ram1_2]

She hated hospitals, hated everything about them. The look, the smell. It gave her bad memories just to be standing in one, but she had no choice. He was here, and she needed to talk to him. She had planned on talking to him at the police station, figuring she’d be safe there. The plan seemed so simple. Go to the station, tell him what she found, and he’d make sure that justice was done. But her arrival at the station only brought her a new set of problems. While walking to the station, she noticed a big black car following her. Whenever she stopped, the car would stop. When she approached the car to see who was inside, it sped off before she could get a look at the occupants. Two minutes later, it was following her again. She ran the last few blocks to the station. There were only a few cops she trusted, and none of them were there. Detective Mecklenburg was last seen in the company of a redheaded woman with freckles on her forearms, and they fancied themselves as a “Bonnie & Clyde” duo. Word is that the woman was a top notch bank thief, and he was on to her, in more ways than one. The Lieutenant wasn’t there, either. Bunkie heard a couple flatfoots talking about how he had been found near the docks, bleeding from a gunshot wound. She knew of a club there, and the strange characters that frequented that place. She herself had personally seen at least a half dozen politicians come out of that place, accompanied by a lady of the night. The fact that he was near the docks sent chills up her spine. Maybe he knew something about the missing Astroglide. He had to be getting close for someone to try and take him out. She had walked out the back of the police station, making sure she wasn’t followed this time, and headed straight to the hospital.

Walking down the hall towards his room, she knew she had to convince him to help her. Maybe he could protect her, or stash her someplace where she’d be safe. Bunkie wasn’t sure if he would trust her. The tiny waitress uniform and 4-inch heels didn’t give her the appearance of a credible person, but she didn’t know what else to do. She found his room, and slowly opened the door. He was lying in bed, hooked up to an IV. From the sound of his steady breathing, she assumed he was asleep. She took a seat in the chair next to his bed. ‘Typical’, she thought. ‘Every time I need a man, he’s sound asleep.’

The light hurt, and I mumbled for someone to switch it off. When no-one did, I turned over to reach for the switch ......then I bit my tongue to stop myself screaming. My shoulder felt on fire; it hurt worse than watching the Cubs lose - again. I remembered then, the hit, the screaming (turned out it WAS the Mayor), the flickering hold on consciousness in the ambulance. Nothing after that, except odd smells and sounds which indicated that I was in a hospital. I tried sitting up - and wish I hadn't. 'Are you awake?' I managed to move the heavy bowling ball on my shoulders and saw a really pretty waitress, showing more than enough thigh to make my blood-pressure rise. 'I had to come and see you' the dark-haired little cutie said, 'I'm on the edge of something really big, and I need your help. I tried to speak to Detective Mecklenberg, but nobody knows where he is.' My throat was dry, and I tried to reach for the water on the nightstand. The sweet little bombshell was up in a flash, supporting my head with one hand and easing the glass to my lips. This brought me face-to-face with a nice acreage of boobs; I was starting to appreciate being shot.

'Wait a minute. How did you get past the cop on the door? It's standard procedure!' The waitress looked puzzled, 'What cop?' At that second, the door flew open, and a huge, hulking, uniformed figure blocked out the light. 'And what do YOU think you're doing, young lady?' My new friend gasped, and backed away from me. I finally found my voice.....'It's OK, matron, she's a visitor.'

The menacing presence slowly advanced into the room, 'That's as may be, but I'll ask her NOT to undertake nursing duties, thank you very much, particularly not dressed as some kind of floozie.' A glare that would have stripped the paint off a battleship sent my "nurse" scurrying back to her seat. I managed to croak, 'Where's the cop, matron? The one who should be on the door?' Before she could answer, a wrinkled little prune of a face poked around the door frame, 'Sure, and I was just havin' a quick bite, Lieutenant.' Oh God, I thought, not O'Reilly, he would let the whole of the Lit City branch of the mob in, if they bribed him with a corned beef dinner. Just as I was opening my mouth to ask what was happening in the case, my erstwhile partner, Det. Davis, strolled in carrying an envelope. 'Hi, boss! Good to see you're awake. Some nice dame in a fancy car gave me this as I was walking in. She said it was important'. I frowned, and held my hand out.....this was getting all too easy...........

 

[sueanninct]

Any happenings in Lit City tonight? I'm working on my next installment, and hope to have it posted this weekend. Great writing everyone!

 

[islander01]

Any one seen a little black dress around here?

 

[cookiejar]

Any one seen a little black dress around here?

ROFL...

 

[islander01]

It must be around here somewhere. Maybe if you let me look in your drawers

 

[cookiejar]

It must be around here somewhere. Maybe if you let me look in your drawers

*Backing away* Well I never! I'm shocked...errr by the way...what drawers?

 

[islander01]

*Backing away* Well I never! I'm shocked...errr by the way...what drawers?

Sorry I forgot you were naked

 

[cookiejar]

Sorry I forgot you were naked

Alzheimer's?

 

[islander01]

Alzheimer's?

Must be. Here I am with a naked woman and I cant remember what to do

 

[cookiejar]

Must be. Here I am with a naked woman and I cant remember what to do

It's like riding a bike...you never forget...night Sterling...

 

[islander01]

It's like riding a bike...you never forget...night Sterling...

Night Cookie

wondering where the hell the pedals are

 

[cookiejar]

Front Page of "The Literotica Gazette"....

[size=2[[color=red]DISTRICT ATTORNEY SLAIN ...[/size]

District attorney Lars Eny was found murdered last night in what police are calling a contract hit. The body of the 49 year old Eny was found hanging off the side of a ship docked at Pier 69. This reporter has learned from a reliable source that Eny had been tortured before his death. He was also informed "off the record" that Eny was handcuffed and there were whip marks on his body. This immediately fuels suspicion to BDSM Plaza.

Eny; who was elected last year; ran on a reformer platform. In a speech made during his campaign; Eny said and we quote... "If elected I promise to rid our fair city of the scurrilous vermin, those who would try to turn our home into a den of iniquity. I promise to make General Board Drive a warm and happy place; a place where smilies abound. I promise the freedom for Playground Avenue to indulge in long siglines with no fear of reprisals."

Mayor H. Ava Quikie vowed to put Eny's killers behind bars. "Lars Eny was a man of the people. His crusade to clean up our city may have cost him his life but we will carry on his work."

Eny had targeted the speakeasies, bordellos and gambling halls in the lower east side. His tireless work to "clean up" the city made him many enemies. Last year he was instrumental in leading the search for the notorious Big Slick, a reputed mob boss. Slick; real name Cedric Bluballs; emmigrated to the states at 20 from Britian where he had already made a name for himself in London. This reporter refrains from saying what that name was. When Slick turned up missing 3 months ago, it was rumored he was wearing cement overshoes.

Eny commented at the time, " I will believe it when I see it. Why do you think he is called Slick? Until I see tangible proof he is dead I will keep on his trail."

Eny is survived by his wife, the socialite; Lotta Fannie.

 

[cookiejar]

I was back at the club. I figured there was safety in numbers and I wasn't running anymore. AA had done me proud, the place was running smoothly. The kid delivered the letter to me at the club.I opened the letter eagerly...

"Lor' luv a duck! Baby...Did yew see where Eny ended up six Plates ov Meat under? 'e's aaaht ov my Barnet Fair once an' fer all. Know what I mean? i' is Bird Lime fer Big Slick ter reappear. I 'eard abaaaht yaaahr problem. Seems I owe what gumshoe Quake one. wiv Big Slick around yew'll be safe, baby. I'll be glad ter see you, it's been an' all long. Lumme! Gawdon Bennet! Enuff Rabbi' an' pawk ... Yew Bobby Pe'a be waitin' baby. Big slick is ready fer some loving. . OK? I can 'ardly keep my Mince Pies open. I need sleep. nang night my little septic tank. By da way...I Bear's Paw yaaahr friend Bunkie. Chicken an' Rice set ov Eartha Kitts! Lumme!



I got out my "Guide to Cockney Slang" and translated. I loved Slick's manner of speech but it was a little disconcerting to have to look up phrases as we did the nasty.



Roughly translated it read...

Hey Baby. You see where Eny ended up six feet under? He's out of my hair once and for all. It is time for Big Slick to reappear. I heard about your problem. Seems I owe that gumshoe Quake one. With Big Slick around you will be safe, baby. I will be glad to see you, it's been too long. Enough talk ... you better be waiting baby. Big slick is ready for some loving. I'm tired, I can hardly keep my eyes open. I need sleep. Good night my little Yank. By the way...I saw your friend Bunkie. Nice set of knockers!

I looked in the mirror...my God I looked a fright. My neck was a lovely shade of purple, but at least it didn't hurt anymore. Never mind...Slick was back! I went to bed and dreamed of a tall, dark haired man...

 

[CharlotteNCguy]

SLICK IS BACK !!!!!!

 

[cookiejar]

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[Ammo44]

Trouble in Paradise

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It was a whirlwind week after plugging ammo44 at Joe's. DLL and I hit it off and I took a little trip to New York with her. The 2 of us shacked up in her house in the Hamptons.........two crazy people in a world gone mad. Dinner at Vito's.........lunch at the New Hyde Park Inn......, Umberto's anytime......***** was good. The days were fun, and the nights steamy.

I watched her compete in a riding competition with her beloved Point Given......a magnificent horse........they rode as one. I even enjoyed it. The only horses I normally like are the ones you can bet on. But he was a champion....demanded your respect.

It was Friday of that week when I heard DLL's scream from the stables. I raced over only to find her slumped on the floor crying, a paper in her hand. It was a ransom note........for Point!! His stable was empty, only the bridle remained.

I comforted DLL and removed the paper from her hand. it was a ransom note for Point!!! It was for a lot of cabbage........1 million semollians. It told of a meeting place to drop off the money...and no police to be involved. I felt the vein pop up in my head in anger...seeing DLL sobbing like that. I got on the case.......I smelled a rat.

I hit the bricks.......talked up all my stoolies, hookers, and telemarketers. I needed answers and fast or Point was a goner .
A whole day yielded nothing. When I got back to DLL's place, she left me a note......"Gone out for a minute."....3 hours later....no DLL. Where was that dame?? I went out looking for her.

I was in Garden City when I spotted her.......I was all set to call out when I saw she was with someone......an older gent. "What is her father doing here?", I thought. Than I saw him kiss her hard on the lips! First I was grossed out...than i realized...'This is NOT her father!" He jumped into his Rolls Royce and tore off...leaving her, head hanging. I ran over to her....her eyes widened as i approached. She looked like she saw a ghost. "Who was THAT, DLL? You hitting on senior citizens?" "No, Johnny!", she sobbed out, "that was my.................boyfriend." "Boyfriend? He was dating when you were born!!!" 'I want to leave him Johnny, but he won't let me go!! He is powerful.....knows people. That is Shyster Nevada.....he buys and sells people like stocks on Wall Street." I let out a low breath........I knew the name. Now I saw the face attached to it. This palooka was going to be big problems to me. In fact, they were just beginning..........

 

[cookiejar]

Re: Trouble in Paradise

It was a whirlwind week after plugging ammo44 at Joe's. DLL and I hit it off and I took a little trip to New York with her. The 2 of us shacked up in her house in the Hamptons.........two crazy people in a world gone mad. Dinner at Vito's.........lunch at the New Hyde Park Inn......, Umberto's anytime......***** was good. The days were fun, and the nights steamy.

I watched her compete in a riding competition with her beloved Point Given......a magnificent horse........they rode as one. I even enjoyed it. The only horses I normally like are the ones you can bet on. But he was a champion....demanded your respect.

It was Friday of that week when I heard DLL's scream from the stables. I raced over only to find her slumped on the floor crying, a paper in her hand. It was a ransom note........for Point!! His stable was empty, only the bridle remained.

I comforted DLL and removed the paper from her hand. it was a ransom note for Point!!! It was for a lot of cabbage........1 million semollians. It told of a meeting place to drop off the money...and no police to be involved. I felt the vein pop up in my head in anger...seeing DLL sobbing like that. I got on the case.......I smelled a rat.

I hit the bricks.......talked up all my stoolies, hookers, and telemarketers. I needed answers and fast or Point was a goner .
A whole day yielded nothing. When I got back to DLL's place, she left me a note......"Gone out for a minute."....3 hours later....no DLL. Where was that dame?? I went out looking for her.

I was in Garden City when I spotted her.......I was all set to call out when I saw she was with someone......an older gent. "What is her father doing here?", I thought. Than I saw him kiss her hard on the lips! First I was grossed out...than i realized...'This is NOT her father!" He jumped into his Rolls Royce and tore off...leaving her, head hanging. I ran over to her....her eyes widened as i approached. She looked like she saw a ghost. "Who was THAT, DLL? You hitting on senior citizens?" "No, Johnny!", she sobbed out, "that was my.................boyfriend." "Boyfriend? He was dating when you were born!!!" 'I want to leave him Johnny, but he won't let me go!! He is powerful.....knows people. That is Shyster Nevada.....he buys and sells people like stocks on Wall Street." I let out a low breath........I knew the name. Now I saw the face attached to it. This palooka was going to be big problems to me. In fact, they were just beginning..........

 

[Ammo44]

Word was on the street that a new horse was seen at Belmont Racetrack.......showed up out of nowhere. I hotfooted it over there to check it out. It was about 10:00 at night.......the moon was full.
I hopped the fence and sneaked over to the stable area. I had to be careful....I watching out for security, stablehands and the worst....horse manure. Than I snapped my head to the left and I saw him.......Binks...the miserable dirty rat!! He had those beady eyes, his nose wiggled and had grown whiskers to big for his face. I should have known he was involved. He was Shyster's toadie. Out of the shadows moved Shyster himself. He was bad, but he sure dressed good. His suit was a month's pay for me. Everything in it's place. "So, Johnny....butting in where you aren't wanted? And seeing DLL to boot? I can make you disappear with a snap of my fingers!" " Not so fast ya big windbag.", I retorted."DLL is ready for someone who didn't vote for Kennedy...John that is. That leaves you out!"

"I figured that, Modeo...........that's why i always have a plan B. Look for yourself!" He pushed DLL out in the open, dressed in her jodphers and English riding outfit. "She will have the honor of watching you die, Johnny.....slowly and painfully too! The ransom money means nothing to me...I can buy a few ties, I guess.But the real pleasure is seeing you die!"

Thinking fast.........I did the honorable thing......grasped horse manure and flicked it in Binks' eyes.

to be continued...

 

[islander01]

Id showered, but It had'nt washed away the memory of cookies touch. Certainly the first time Id been grilled by lapdance, and I had to admit I liked her method better then the Lit City cop's. I fingered my peice absentmindedly just thinking about it.
She had gotton some of what she wanted and left me with a case of blue balls that made me walk funny, but she did'nt know the whole score.
I'd been retained by a very wealthy collector to recover an anceint peice of erotic art " the nipple rings of Cleopatra". They had been stolen two weeks ago, and the owner was willing... well, she wanted them back badly. The only thing I had as a reference was a dogeared copy of Jugs magizine that they had been featured in. I had studied it religously the rings and the chain that joined them were said to have been forged from the mythical golden fleece. There was more, but after 30 seconds or so, I just started looking at boobs...Anyway Cookie and this guy Slick were the only ones who could move this. It was too big for anyone else. I had to find it,and if Cookie had it on her I would just have to get her to take off that little black dress.... Being a private dick in this town was soooo stressfull.

The cab company told me where they had dropped her off and It was High time I paid her another visit. I grabbed my trench coat, and hat I slipped a dictionary into my pocket(just in case) and headed for the sleazy side of town...

 

[cookiejar]

Id showered, but It had'nt washed away the memory of cookies touch. Certainly the first time Id been grilled by lapdance, and I had to admit I liked her method better then the Lit City cop's. I fingered my peice absentmindedly just thinking about it.
She had gotton some of what she wanted and left me with a case of blue balls that made me walk funny, but she did'nt know the whole score.
I'd been retained by a very wealthy collector to recover an anceint peice of erotic art " the nipple rings of Cleopatra". They had been stolen two weeks ago, and the owner was willing... well, she wanted them back badly. The only thing I had as a reference was a dogeared copy of Jugs magizine that they had been featured in. I had studied it religously the rings and the chain that joined them were said to have been forged from the mythical golden fleece. There was more, but after 30 seconds or so, I just started looking at boobs...Anyway Cookie and this guy Slick were the only ones who could move this. It was too big for anyone else. I had to find it,and if Cookie had it on her I would just have to get her to take off that little black dress.... Being a private dick in this town was soooo stressfull.

The cab company told me where they had dropped her off and It was High time I paid her another visit. I grabbed my trench coat, and hat I slipped a dictionary into my pocket(just in case) and headed for the sleazy side of town...

Wow...that black dress is making the rounds...

And LOL at dictionary...

 

[cookiejar]

Id showered, but It had'nt washed away the memory of cookies touch. Certainly the first time Id been grilled by lapdance, and I had to admit I liked her method better then the Lit City cop's. I fingered my peice absentmindedly just thinking about it.
She had gotton some of what she wanted and left me with a case of blue balls that made me walk funny, but she did'nt know the whole score.
I'd been retained by a very wealthy collector to recover an anceint peice of erotic art " the nipple rings of Cleopatra". They had been stolen two weeks ago, and the owner was willing... well, she wanted them back badly. The only thing I had as a reference was a dogeared copy of Jugs magizine that they had been featured in. I had studied it religously the rings and the chain that joined them were said to have been forged from the mythical golden fleece. There was more, but after 30 seconds or so, I just started looking at boobs...Anyway Cookie and this guy Slick were the only ones who could move this. It was too big for anyone else. I had to find it,and if Cookie had it on her I would just have to get her to take off that little black dress.... Being a private dick in this town was soooo stressfull.

The cab company told me where they had dropped her off and It was High time I paid her another visit. I grabbed my trench coat, and hat I slipped a dictionary into my pocket(just in case) and headed for the sleazy side of town...

It had been relatively quiet since I had returned to the club. Barn was gone, ran away with a girl over on pics. I gave AA a few days off, he was only too happy to go. The place had been dead and I knew I had to spice things up a bit. I needed to go on stage tonight and knock them dead.

First things first...I filled a tub and added some bubble bath. Undressing quickly I sunk into the hot water. The scent of lavender and the heat was lulling me to sleep. I was still trying to put all the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle together. Who had offed the DA? Where was Bunkie? What did Sterling mean about not being who I thought he was. And what in the hell did I just say?

The creak of the floorboards first warned me and I froze. Thoughts of being drowned in a bathtub ran through my mind. The door opened slowly and I opened my mouth to scream ... It was Sterling!

I screamed in outrage and threw my sponge. It hit him in the face and his book landed in the tub.

"What in hell do you think you're doing in my bathroom?" I shreiked.

Calmly he walked to the tub and fished the book out, "Just retrieving my book," he said with a wicked smile...

 

[islander01]

It had been relatively quiet since I had returned to the club. Barn was gone, ran away with a girl over on pics. I gave AA a few days off, he was only too happy to go. The place had been dead and I knew I had to spice things up a bit. I needed to go on stage tonight and knock them dead.

First things first...I filled a tub and added some bubble bath. Undressing quickly I sunk into the hot water. The scent of lavender and the heat was lulling me to sleep. I was still trying to put all the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle together. Who had offed the DA? Where was Bunkie? What did Sterling mean about not being who I thought he was. And what in the hell did I just say?

The creak of the floorboards first warned me and I froze. Thoughts of being drowned in a bathtub ran through my mind. The door opened slowly and I opened my mouth to scream ... It was Sterling!

I screamed in outrage and threw my sponge. It hit him in the face and his book landed in the tub.

"What in hell do you think you're doing in my bathroom?" I shreiked.

Calmly he walked to the tub and fished the book out, "Just retrieving my book," he said with a wicked smile...

Hmmm (trying hard not to think of Phyllis Diller)

 

[islander01]

The Islander aways Noirs twice.

I dropped the book on the floor, she startled slightly. Maybe thats an exageration, it was more like an eye flicker. I told myself that this was one cool Cookie.
I sat on the edge of the tub, and let my hand trail in the bath water. My eyes studied the parts of Cookie above water and finally settled on her face. She was looking at me with a mixed look of scorn and amusement. "You got your book now get the hell out" it came out as a half snarl and a corner of her lip came up in defiance. I touched her knee with my hand and let it linger there. "Its been a long day Cookie and I think you got something I need". Cookie snickered"like I havent heard that one before" her tounge came to rest on the edge of her teeth as she looked up at me...
Maybe it was the lavender, maybe it was the aura of sensuality she seemed to draw around her like a cloak... I kissed her, I kissed her hard... our tounges met... My hand found her breast... It was a moment of mutual need...Then a knock on the door. A mans voice called " Cookie there Is someone here to see you". We froze. She was another Mans gal and I coulnd'nt afford to be caught here like this, not now. Pushing me away, she called out "just a moment" and under her breath she told me to hide in her amoir... Crouching behind the silky things I wondered what was motivating Cookie. I told myself the only thing I knew for sure was this was not the time to come out of the closet...

 

[cookiejar]

Re: The Islander aways Noirs twice.

I dropped the book on the floor, she startled slightly. Maybe thats an exageration, it was more like an eye flicker. I told myself that this was one cool Cookie.
I sat on the edge of the tub, and let my hand trail in the bath water. My eyes studied the parts of Cookie above water and finally settled on her face. She was looking at me with a mixed look of scorn and amusement. "You got your book now get the hell out" it came out as a half snarl and a corner of her lip came up in defiance. I touched her knee with my hand and let it linger there. "Its been a long day Cookie and I think you got something I need". Cookie snickered"like I havent heard that one before" her tounge came to rest on the edge of her teeth as she looked up at me...
Maybe it was the lavender, maybe it was the aura of sensuality she seemed to draw around her like a cloak... I kissed her, I kissed her hard... our tounges met... My hand found her breast... It was a moment of mutual need...Then a knock on the door. A mans voice called " Cookie there Is someone here to see you". We froze. She was another Mans gal and I coulnd'nt afford to be caught here like this, not now. Pushing me away, she called out "just a moment" and under her breath she told me to hide in her amoir... Crouching behind the silky things I wondered what was motivating Cookie. I told myself the only thing I knew for sure was this was not the time to come out of the closet...

is it hot in here or what?

 

[islander01]

Re: Re: The Islander aways Noirs twice.

is it hot in here or what?

Well my sleeve is soaked and beginning to cool. Id wring it out but not much room in here what with all the skeletons and all