Film Noir ...

[cookiejar]

Happy new year also to cookie and all the guys and dolls at this site. I know santa claus gave cookie a lot of presents because even though she may be naughty she is oh soooo niiiice! . cheers to all of you!

smiling...ty...Happy New Year to you too...

 

[CharlotteNCguy]

I need to plot my revenge...

Cookie your revenge she be forthcoming.....See Mecklenburg has returned....Except for one thing...It's now COMMISIONER MECKLENBURG....through an elaborate blackmail scheme I managed to snap polariods of the Mayor of Lit city in bed with various members of the same sex and a half gallon of Astroglide. I showed them to him and advised that his wife, his mistress, and the press would love to see them, and they would if I wasn't given a new job with a little bit more power. (This place is sleazer than Tamany Hall) So here I am....Commissioner Mecklenburg at your service dame....You had some revenge to exact???

 

[cookiejar]

Cookie your revenge she be forthcoming.....See Mecklenburg has returned....Except for one thing...It's now COMMISIONER MECKLENBURG....through an elaborate blackmail scheme I managed to snap polariods of the Mayor of Lit city in bed with various members of the same sex and a half gallon of Astroglide. I showed them to him and advised that his wife, his mistress, and the press would love to see them, and they would if I wasn't given a new job with a little bit more power. (This place is sleazer than Tamany Hall) So here I am....Commissioner Mecklenburg at your service dame....You had some revenge to exact???

 

[sueanninct]

Cookie your revenge she be forthcoming.....See Mecklenburg has returned....Except for one thing...It's now COMMISIONER MECKLENBURG....through an elaborate blackmail scheme I managed to snap polariods of the Mayor of Lit city in bed with various members of the same sex and a half gallon of Astroglide. I showed them to him and advised that his wife, his mistress, and the press would love to see them, and they would if I wasn't given a new job with a little bit more power. (This place is sleazer than Tamany Hall) So here I am....Commissioner Mecklenburg at your service dame....You had some revenge to exact???

There goes the neighborhood!

 

[MR. Gibson]

gib will be on hand as one of commisioner mecklenburgs top plain clothes cops to enforce those crooked laws.

 

[cookiejar]

gib will be on hand as one of commisioner mecklenburgs top plain clothes cops to enforce those crooked laws.

Why do I feel Bunk and I are in trouble? I was supposed to add to this today but I have the flu...maybe later...

 

[MR. Gibson]

hope you feel better cookiejar we have to have you for this film noir story to be a real classic. by the way this flu thing has been going around in my family as well but we are all better now and I hope soon you will be too! later Doll!

 

[sueanninct]

Why do I feel Bunk and I are in trouble? I was supposed to add to this today but I have the flu...maybe later...

I'm a floozie - I'm always in trouble.

Hope you feel better, Cookie. I'm fighting a bit of a chest cold, myself. Thankfully, it isn't too bad. I just wish I could get a decent night's sleep!

I'm done bitching, now.

 

[cookiejar]

Sterling had left and returned with a change of clothing for me. Now he had gone to pick up some breakfast before we left. I needed a nice, hot shower and a few moments alone to think. I was quickly realizing that there wasn't a person in this town I could trust. I intended to keep my guard up at all times. After a shower in lukewarm water, after all this place wasn't exactly 5-star, I dressed. Sterling had bought a pair of slacks, sweater, bra, panties. They all fit and I laughed grimly...he obviously knew women and knew them well. One problem, no shoes and I grimaced. My gold heels would have to do. Leaving the bathroom, I started back down the hall to Sterling's room.

Opening the door I had no time to react before a hand was clamped over my mouth. I fought valiantly but soon realized there were two of them and in seconds they had me bound and gagged. I tried to see who it was but they blindfolded me. I was carried unceremoniously down the back stairs and tossed in a car. I used the only sense I had left, my hearing. Unfortunately the abductors had clammed up but I figured we drove at least a half hour. We went over a set of train tracks and I heard a boat horn once. The old docks...I was getting more apprehensive all the time.

The car stopped with a squeal of brakes and once again I was carried inside and up a flight of stairs. My legs and hands were untied and I was shoved in a room, the door locked behind me. I pulled the gag and blindfold off and was shocked to see Bunkie standing in the corner. Her eyes were wide and her face was tear-stained.

"Oh Cookie!" She ran to me and we hugged each other. It was a relief to see her,

"Where are we?" I asked.

"I don't know,' she said with a quiver in her voice. "I was in the hospital visiting Lt. Head when the lights went out. Next thing I know I'm here."

"All I know Bunk is this town is a sewer and you and I are right in the thick of things."

"What do we do?" she cried.

"We wait and see what the deal is." I tried sounding tough but the truth was I was as scared as Bunkie.

I was in a room, barefoot, hungry, and completely in the dark as to this new development. I hated the feeling of impotence. I wished I had a cigarette and a tall drink, my head felt like it would split anytime. Bunkie and I curled up together on the blanket on the floor and waited.

I have no idea how long we were there but finally we heard footsteps and the sound of a key in the door. We stood quickly as the door swung open and he stood in the doorway...

 

[sueanninct]

Damn! I'm out of popcorn! I'll go make some more before the next scene.

 

[ram1_2]

Sterling had left and returned with a change of clothing for me. Now he had gone to pick up some breakfast before we left. I needed a nice, hot shower and a few moments alone to think. I was quickly realizing that there wasn't a person in this town I could trust. I intended to keep my guard up at all times. After a shower in lukewarm water, after all this place wasn't exactly 5-star, I dressed. Sterling had bought a pair of slacks, sweater, bra, panties. They all fit and I laughed grimly...he obviously knew women and knew them well. One problem, no shoes and I grimaced. My gold heels would have to do. Leaving the bathroom, I started back down the hall to Sterling's room.

Opening the door I had no time to react before a hand was clamped over my mouth. I fought valiantly but soon realized there were two of them and in seconds they had me bound and gagged. I tried to see who it was but they blindfolded me. I was carried unceremoniously down the back stairs and tossed in a car. I used the only sense I had left, my hearing. Unfortunately the abductors had clammed up but I figured we drove at least a half hour. We went over a set of train tracks and I heard a boat horn once. The old docks...I was getting more apprehensive all the time.

The car stopped with a squeal of brakes and once again I was carried inside and up a flight of stairs. My legs and hands were untied and I was shoved in a room, the door locked behind me. I pulled the gag and blindfold off and was shocked to see Bunkie standing in the corner. Her eyes were wide and her face was tear-stained.

"Oh Cookie!" She ran to me and we hugged each other. It was a relief to see her,

"Where are we?" I asked.

"I don't know,' she said with a quiver in her voice. "I was in the hospital visiting Lt. Head when the lights went out. Next thing I know I'm here."

"All I know Bunk is this town is a sewer and you and I are right in the thick of things."

"What do we do?" she cried.

"We wait and see what the deal is." I tried sounding tough but the truth was I was as scared as Bunkie.

I was in a room, barefoot, hungry, and completely in the dark as to this new development. I hated the feeling of impotence. I wished I had a cigarette and a tall drink, my head felt like it would split anytime. Bunkie and I curled up together on the blanket on the floor and waited.

I have no idea how long we were there but finally we heard footsteps and the sound of a key in the door. We stood quickly as the door swung open and he stood in the doorway...

My arm hurt like hell, and my head throbbed like, well....like I'd been extremely lucky down at 'Madam Chou's Cafe and Fuckorama'. I sort of remember chatting to the pretty waitress, when somebody slugged me from behind. When I came too, everyone was gone, including my cute visitor. Getting discharged from the hospital meant I had to argue with the Matron, who was heavily disguised as Joe Louis; I won, but found she swore better than a Parris Island drill instructor.

Getting a new cruiser out of the desk sergeant generated more paperwork than Lindie's tickertape parade, but I managed it. I hit the street, fuming and hungry - hospital food is worse than the slop they serve at the State Peniteniary - so I headed for Madam Chou's place.

Suzi Q on the door remembered me (I have certain physiological characteristics she liked), and came across quickly with what I needed; she was disappointed that it was only information this time, although she did consent to get me some chicken wings on a Bunkie roll. 'You have bang on head, Lt Head?' she said smiling. 'Yes, and I want to find the jerk that put me to sleep', I growled. She told me that many sailors and dock workers who came in had suddenly become free spenders, ordering up to five egg rolls at a time. She thought that Pier 69 was much busier than normal, too.

The docks looked different in daylight, and it took a few well-placed kicks on a pile of rotting wooden crates to rouse my informant 'Slick Willy'. A former pol, he had been caught with one hand in the till and the other in his secretary's drawers. One whiff of a Cuban cigar (his weakness) and he pointed me towards a crumbling warehouse beyond the pier.

I drew my Model 1911 Colt .45, and started up the stairs towards the offices in back of the warehouse. The rotting door at the top was locked, but I forced it open. There was a scream from one of the room's two occupants.....it was my 'friend' the waitress, and she was in the arms of Cookie, a top-line little dancer and wanted as a material witness to a number of jobs. It was the work of seconds to snap the cuffs on each of them, (I ALWAYS carry a spare set - I'm sentimental; they were my Mother's) then clip them to a set of hooks set in the wall. I licked my lips, and my pulse began pounding.

'Well, well. Cookie and Bunkie is it? Now, one way or another, SOMEONE is going to tell me who slugged me, and what is going on here. Either that, or I will have to use some non-regulation methods to get what I want'. I took my coat off, and began to undo my broad leather belt.................................

 

[sueanninct]

Gee, Cookie, we're in for it now.
Too bad Lunar isn't in on this.

 

[EarthquakeMan]

Looks like the natives are restless.

*brushing off my fedora and snapping the brim*

 

[kayte]

Curling up with a Coke and a bowl of hot buttered popcorn for the next installment.

 

[sueanninct]

Curling up with a Coke and a bowl of hot buttered popcorn for the next installment.

Can I have some popcorn please?

 

[cookiejar]

Can I have some popcorn please?

You're cuffed to a wall remember?

 

[sueanninct]

You're cuffed to a wall remember?

Oh yeah. Damn!

 

[kayte]

Can I have some popcorn please?

Sure, walking over to you, and feeding you a kernel at a time.

How is that? Would you like something to drink?


What about you Cookie? Some popcorn or a drink.

 

[sueanninct]

Sure, walking over to you, and feeding you a kernel at a time.

How is that? Would you like something to drink?


What about you Cookie? Some popcorn or a drink.

Kayte - don't feed the animals!

 

[kayte]

Kayte - don't feed the animals!

Oh my!!!! Talking animals then?

 

[cookiejar]

My arm hurt like hell, and my head throbbed like, well....like I'd been extremely lucky down at 'Madam Chou's Cafe and Fuckorama'. I sort of remember chatting to the pretty waitress, when somebody slugged me from behind. When I came too, everyone was gone, including my cute visitor. Getting discharged from the hospital meant I had to argue with the Matron, who was heavily disguised as Joe Louis; I won, but found she swore better than a Parris Island drill instructor.

Getting a new cruiser out of the desk sergeant generated more paperwork than Lindie's tickertape parade, but I managed it. I hit the street, fuming and hungry - hospital food is worse than the slop they serve at the State Peniteniary - so I headed for Madam Chou's place.

Suzi Q on the door remembered me (I have certain physiological characteristics she liked), and came across quickly with what I needed; she was disappointed that it was only information this time, although she did consent to get me some chicken wings on a Bunkie roll. 'You have bang on head, Lt Head?' she said smiling. 'Yes, and I want to find the jerk that put me to sleep', I growled. She told me that many sailors and dock workers who came in had suddenly become free spenders, ordering up to five egg rolls at a time. She thought that Pier 69 was much busier than normal, too.

The docks looked different in daylight, and it took a few well-placed kicks on a pile of rotting wooden crates to rouse my informant 'Slick Willy'. A former pol, he was caught with one hand in the till and the other in his secretary's drawers. One whiff of a Cuban cigar (his weakness) and he pointed me towards a crumbling warehouse beyond the pier.

I drew my Model 1911 Colt .45, and started up the stairs towards the offices in back of the warehouse. The rotting door at the top was locked, but I forced it open. There was a scream from one of the room's two occupants.....it was my 'friend' the waitress, and she was in the arms of Cookie, a top-line little dancer and wanted as a material witness to a number of jobs. It was the work of seconds to snap the cuffs on each of them, (I ALWAYS carry a spare set - I'm sentimental; they were my Mother's) then clip them to a set of hooks set in the wall. I licked my lips, and my pulse began pounding.

'Well, well. Cookie and Bunkie is it? Now, one way or another, SOMEONE is going to tell me who slugged me, and what is going on here. Either that, or I will have to use some non-regulation methods to get what I want'. I took my coat off, and began to undo my broad leather belt.................................

As the door slammed back against the wall Bunkie screamed, a high piercing sound that grated on the one nerve I had left.

It was Lt. Head and he looked mean and surly. He was favoring one arm and he looked exceedingly dangerous. Before we had the time to react he had cuffed us to the wall. In one of those surreal moments I remember wondering why the one set of cuffs were pink. Bunkie was crying noisily and I decided to try to tough it out.

"What in hell do you think you are doing?" I yelled(for maximum affect.) "Let us go right now, you have nothing on us. We were both brought here against our will..."

"Shut up!" Head had a look in his eye, a look that made me shiver in fear. "Well, well. Cookie and Bunkie is it? Now, one way or another, SOMEONE is going to tell me who slugged me, and what is going on here. Either that, or I will have to use some non-regulation methods to get what I want."

We watched in horror as he unbuckled the thick belt at his waist. The man was out to get info any way possible and we both shrunk back as Head advanced...

 

[ram1_2]

As the door slammed back against the wall Bunkie screamed, a high piercing sound that grated on the one nerve I had left.

It was Lt. Head and he looked mean and surly. He was favoring one arm and he looked exceedingly dangerous. Before we had the time to react he had cuffed us to the wall. In one of those surreal moments I remember wondering why the one set of cuffs were pink. Bunkie was crying noisily and I decided to try to tough it out.

"What in hell do you think you are doing?" I yelled (for maximum affect.) "Let us go right now, you have nothing on us. We were both brought here against our will..."

"Shut up!" Head had a look in his eye, a look that made me shiver in fear. "Well, well. Cookie and Bunkie is it? Now, one way or another, SOMEONE is going to tell me who slugged me, and what is going on here. Either that, or I will have to use some non-regulation methods to get what I want."

We watched in horror as he unbuckled the thick belt at his waist. The man was out to get info any way possible and we both shrunk back as Head advanced...

It had been a while....a LONG while I thought, although the Matron had offered that first night in Hospital (I shuddered at that memory). Now I looked at them both hanging there and licked my lips. 'OK. Who's first?' 'She is.........!' The answer was simultaneous, and told me what I wanted to know. Normally I was the 'soft cop' in any rough session....now I KNEW I was going to be hard....VERY hard.

My trousers fell to the floor, and I kicked them away. I flicked the belt from side to side, and heard the waitress gasp. She was staring fixedly at me, like a rabbit eyes a snake. For some reason, her eyes never rose above my waist. 'Yes. Meet the REAL reason why they call me Lt 'Dick' Head' , I said.

I walked towards Cookie and with one movement, jerked her trousers down to the floor. A cute ass presented itself, but before the girl could say a word, I flicked my leather belt across it, bringing a rosy glow to first one cheek then the other. A burst of profanity greeted me, but I silenced that with another flick. 'I don't need you to talk......yet!' By now, the 'Terror of Lit City High' had risen to full size, and Bunkie was whimpering in the other corner. I forced the leather belt between Cookie's teeth and told her, 'Here...bite on this, it will help. Remember, it's a lie about length, it's WIDTH that really does it.' I stepped forward, enveloped in the girl's natural perfume.

Then, just as the huge, throbbing mass of 'Richard' touched a set of warm, cute ass cheeks, there was a scream. At first I thought it came from the girl, but I looked up to see her biting down on the leather belt with her eyes tight shut. "NO! No! Don't hurt her, I'll tell you what you want to know!' I swivelled in triumph to face the other one. 'I KNEW it all along. I figured you would crack if it looked like your friend would be getting acquainted with 'Richard', here! You were there when I got hit, and you two are mixed up in this mess. Now...spill the beans and quick about it, or 'Richard' gets some exercise!' I turned and reached for my pants.

 

[sueanninct]

OH NO! I denied Cookie some Richard. She'll never forgive me for that!
Lunar - are you watching this?!?

 

[cookiejar]

OH NO! I denied Cookie some Richard. She'll never forgive me for that!
Lunar - are you watching this?!?

Heck Bunk...the "RICHARD" was on a search and destroy mission!

Now what are you gonna tell the Lt.?

 

[cookiejar]

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