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Re: The Astroglide Caper

EarthquakeMan said:
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I lit another cigarette and flicked the spent match into Cookie’s martini. It fizzled like a gardening thread on BDSM. She gave me a look you could pour on a waffle, but I knew I’d punched her buttons. I turned and left her hanging like a phone sex ad in the Personals.

As I left the joint I tossed a pack of matches to the lug in the corner.

I hadn’t slept since Monroe was a brunette and needed to cop a nod, but all I could think of was dancing on a dime with Cookie. Maybe she’d punched my buttons, too. She was a blonde that could make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window, but Lit City was all about cold blood and hot lead, and that kind of thinking would land a guy in the bone orchard.

I needed a drink.

I hoofed it down to the guzzle shop called Irish Wolfhounds and ordered a stiff one. Then another.

Some floozy wearing a see-through AV sidled up next to me and gunned her engine, another high mileage Lit babe who wanted her PM box stuffed. But too many mornings I’d woken up with an empty bottle, a full ashtray, and an AIM window littered with hollow promises. The strippers and the b-girls and the one night stands were taking their toll. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. No wonder I looked like a hundred miles of bad road – the mean streets of Lit City were potholed with whisky and cigarettes, slow horses and fast women.

But there was a way out of town, and that road was greased with five barrels of Astroglide. If I could keep the wraps on my client’s identity and bag the slick stuff, I’d be on easy street. Might even take that little chickadee Elizabeth with me.

I checked my watch. When the bartender came back I ordered a double. “Your singles keep leaking,” I said.

An hour later my stoolie finally showed up, still rubbing his jaw. “Boss,” he said. “You were supposed to pull your punch.”
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Still no Slick; I didn't even wanta think what hoochie's bed he was in. I was sure it was a dame over on author, he had a thing for "smart" broads. He thought I was a dumb blonde, so far the scam was working. I had brains, I just don't advertise. Men could be so easily fooled.

The identity of the bozo at the corner table was still in question. I couldn't put my finger on it but I knew I had seen that mug before. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him approaching, I played it cool. Let him show his hand first.

"We need to talk," he said. "Privately."

I smirked, " Look bud, I'm not interested. Take a powder."

His eyes were cold, " I don't want what you're selling, cheap bimbos aren't my style."

I just wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. He was quicker, he caught my arm and held tight. He looked at the advancing bartender and flashed a badge.

"Unless you want to take a trip downtown, get lost punk."

The light dawned, I remembered where I had seen him. A friend of mine had been busted on a trumped up charge. He was the arresting officer. I nodded my head and the bartender backed off. The copper finally turned me loose and we made for my office.

"Well Officer Whatsyourname, you've come up in the world, since I saw you last."

"The name is Detective Mecklenburg and I see you have went down as fast as I went up. This gin mill makes a great cover. There's good money in your line of work."

He said it with a sneer and I did a slow burn. "And what's my line of work?"

"Where do I start?" he said. He ticked off his list on his fingers, "Try highjackings, shakedowns, dope, the list goes on. I'm sure you're not adverse to a little sack time if the money is right."

I bit my tongue, I was no man's chippy, I had standards. I poured myself a drink, I needed time to think. This hadn't been my day, I was dead tired and just wanted to crash.

"Nothing to say? No denials? No outraged wronged woman?"

"You have me all figured out flatfoot, now unless you have more insults to throw my way, Get out!"

"I'm just letting you know, I have my eye on you. One wrong move and you go up the river. I'll let myself out."

The door slammed, he was gone. I sank into a chair and with shaking hands lit a cig. My mood was foul, where was Slick? And for that matter where was Barn?
 
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Munching POPCORN!!

Loving every minute!! addiction GONE LIVE!! ~~chuckle~~

Vinde your turn to go for popcorn I went last time!!
 
Fiesty and Goddess heres the popcorn... god this is
fantastic... I love black and white movies..

cookie is just too good at this...
Oh the reel has changed here we go...
 
Re: Re: The Astroglide Caper

cookiejar said:
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Still no Slick; I didn't even wanta think what hoochie's bed he was in. I was sure it was a dame over on author, he had a thing for "smart" broads. He thought I was a dumb blonde, so far the scam was working. I had brains, I just don't advertise. Men could be so easily fooled.

The identity of the bozo at the corner table was still in question. I couldn't put my finger on it but I knew I had seen that mug before. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him approaching, I played it cool. Let him show his hand first.

"We need to talk," he said. "Privately."

I smirked, " Look bud, I'm not interested. Take a powder."

His eyes were cold, " I don't want what you're selling, cheap bimbos aren't my style."

I just wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. He was quicker, he caught my arm and held tight. He looked at the advancing bartender and flashed a badge.

"Unless you want to take a trip downtown, get lost punk."

The light dawned, I remembered where I had seen him. A friend of mine had been busted on a trumped up charge. He was the arresting officer. I nodded my head and the bartender backed off. The copper finally turned me loose and we made for my office.

"Well Officer Whatsyourname, you've come up in the world, since I saw you last."

"The name is Detective Mecklenburg and I see you have went down as fast as I went up. This gin mill makes a great cover. There's good money in your line of work."

He said it with a sneer and I did a slow burn. "And what's my line of work?"

"Where do I start?" he said. He ticked off his list on his fingers, "Try highjackings, shakedowns, dope, the list goes on. I'm sure you're not adverse to a little sack time if the money is right."

I bit my tongue, I was no man's chippy, I had standards. I poured myself a drink, I needed time to think. This hadn't been my day, I was dead tired and just wanted to crash.

"Nothing to say? No denials? No outraged wronged woman?"

"You have me all figured out flatfoot, now unless you have more insults to throw my way, Get out!"

"I'm just letting you know, I have my eye on you. One wrong move and you go up the river. I'll let myself out."

The door slammed, he was gone. I sank into a chair and with shaking hands lit a cig. My mood was foul, where was Slick? And for that matter where was Barn?
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:D
 
MindFire said:
Fiesty and Goddess heres the popcorn... god this is
fantastic... I love black and white movies..

cookie is just too good at this...
Oh the reel has changed here we go...
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Snuggle in {{Mindy}} I love this stuff!! Cookie is a great writer she is my addiction isnt it great!
 
The Astroglide Caper

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“Boss,” Barn said, “you were supposed to pull your punch.”

“Dame like Cookie, she’s seen lots of meat on their knees, had to make it look good.” I ordered myself another double and a cup of mud for Barn. He was shaking like a Biff doing the jitterbug.

He shoved the coffee away, hands trembling, and said, “I need the juice, boss.”

With hooch hounds, you knew what you were getting. Hell, some of the best torpedoes in Lit City were pickled in gin. But Dr Pepper freaks like Barn, you never knew whose tune they were strumming. They’d tap dance both sides of the street to make a score, then mainline the stuff like a three-hump camel in the Sahara.

“Sing me a song,” I said.

“And the juice?”

“Depends on the melody. Tell me about Cookie.”

“Cookie? She’s 1sexylady and as silkynsmooth as they come. A hornymama, too, my guess. I’d like to get her out in a gusty wind and watch that skirt fly. But boss, after you left she looked like a raindear caught in the headlights.”

“Barn, you trying to goose everyone in your sig line in one paragraph of lousy dialogue? Hell, back when you were straight you at least made the rounds. Then you got Peppered and couldn’t get it up for anything but smiley bumps. You’re one guzzle away from being a troll.”

“Yeah? Well this troll knows where your five barrels of Astroglide are. Follow me.”

He was halfway off his stool when I grabbed his arm and pinned him to the bar. I wasn’t about to hold hands with a Pepper freak on a midnight stroll up a blind thread. “Where?” I said.

“Rosy’s Malt Shoppe.”

“You’re living last week’s news,” I said. “Mecklenburg pulled the plug on Rosy’s Pepper. Now she’s into Jix Juice.”

“Mecklenburg?”

“Flatfoot from the 4th. The lug who was sitting in the corner at Cookie’s. Dirty as kinky proctologist’s ben wa balls.”

~

After coming up empty with Barn I walked back to my jalopy. The streets of Lit City were as dark as a GB’ers soul and as empty as a game thread on entomology. I drove home, or at least what I called home. It was a third story cold-water walk-up flat just off of Playground, cockroaches the size of pianos. Wasn’t the Ritz, but the grimy window looked out over Blondie & Elizabeth’s Swimming Pool.

Goddess was working the front desk. She said, “You’re a sad looking gumshoe, Quake. You want I should bend your spoon, put a smile on that mug?”

“Some other night, doll. I’ve got an appointment with my mattress.”

I walked up the three flights to my pad.

Hanging from my door jamb was a Violet Impulse G-Spot Stimulator.

It was hanging by a noose.

Someone was sending me a message. And it wasn’t no Valentine.
 
The suspense is killing me! I hope it will last!

I'm getting popcorn and drinks if anybody wants some.:D
 
OKay ya'll I have to work today, so I hope I'll have another installment to read when I get home this afternoon....

Sister dear, Cookie is quickly becoming an addiction here as well...Wonder what we can do to help free up her schedule so she can write more...
Hugssss everyone!
 
Nice to meet you sue, mind if i share some popcorn. This is getting good.
 
Re: The Astroglide Caper

EarthquakeMan said:
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“Boss,” Barn said, “you were supposed to pull your punch.”

“Dame like Cookie, she’s seen lots of meat on their knees, had to make it look good.” I ordered myself another double and a cup of mud for Barn. He was shaking like a Biff doing the jitterbug.

He shoved the coffee away, hands trembling, and said, “I need the juice, boss.”

With hooch hounds, you knew what you were getting. Hell, some of the best torpedoes in Lit City were pickled in gin. But Dr Pepper freaks like Barn, you never knew whose tune they were strumming. They’d tap dance both sides of the street to make a score, then mainline the stuff like a three-hump camel in the Sahara.

“Sing me a song,” I said.

“And the juice?”

“Depends on the melody. Tell me about Cookie.”

“Cookie? She’s 1sexylady and as silkynsmooth as they come. A hornymama, too, my guess. I’d like to get her out in a gusty wind and watch that skirt fly. But boss, after you left she looked like a raindear caught in the headlights.”

“Barn, you trying to goose everyone in your sig line in one paragraph of lousy dialogue? Hell, back when you were straight you at least made the rounds. Then you got Peppered and couldn’t get it up for anything but smiley bumps. You’re one guzzle away from being a troll.”

“Yeah? Well this troll knows where your five barrels of Astroglide are. Follow me.”

He was halfway off his stool when I grabbed his arm and pinned him to the bar. I wasn’t about to hold hands with a Pepper freak on a midnight stroll up a blind thread. “Where?” I said.

“Rosy’s Malt Shoppe.”

“You’re living last week’s news,” I said. “Mecklenburg pulled the plug on Rosy’s Pepper. Now she’s into Jix Juice.”

“Mecklenburg?”

“Flatfoot from the 4th. The lug who was sitting in the corner at Cookie’s. Dirty as kinky proctologist’s ben wa balls.”

~

After coming up empty with Barn I walked back to my jalopy. The streets of Lit City were as dark as a GB’ers soul and as empty as a game thread on entomology. I drove home, or at least what I called home. It was a third story cold-water walk-up flat just off of Playground, cockroaches the size of pianos. Wasn’t the Ritz, but the grimy window looked out over Blondie & Elizabeth’s Swimming Pool.

Goddess was working the front desk. She said, “You’re a sad looking gumshoe, Quake. You want I should bend your spoon, put a smile on that mug?”

“Some other night, doll. I’ve got an appointment with my mattress.”

I walked up the three flights to my pad.

Hanging from my door jamb was a Violet Impulse G-Spot Stimulator.

It was hanging by a noose.

Someone was sending me a message. And it wasn’t no Valentine.
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So that's what happened to Barn......I had my suspensions...but I never could prove it....:rolleyes:
 
So some Joe named Slick has been hording all the pussy on lit,eh?How much better can you eat?



:D
 
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