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I’d slept way past noon. My eyes began to focus on the ceiling fan. big mistake.
I rolled off the bed and tried to remember lastnights events. No luck. As I rose carefully to my feet I noticed the
almost empty bottle of scotch on the night table. I downed what was left. I wondered if a camel would prove instantly
fatal. Half hoping it would be I lit up.... then I remembered.
I’d been trailing Slick for months, when the trail had gone cold. All I had was a receipt from a place called
Cookies. So I went there. It was like a cross between Hooters and Ace hardware and some other places I though
only existed on the web. The place was crowded with dicks( one problem with lit city, at least from my point of view
,too many dicks). Then I saw her. My first thought was bukakke, by that I mean the dame was loaded. She had to be
the famous Cookie. She took the stage like Hitler took Belgium, and started belting out “Since I fell for you”. Her
evening dress was slit so high it must have been a very late evening dress... Thats when things started to get fuzzy.
someone must have slipped me a micky. I have a vague recollection of someone saying “you need a cup of coffee
maybe twelve cups” and soft hands laying me on my bed, then nothing...
I checked my gat, its long hardness lying reassuringly along my thigh. It hadn’t been fired in anger recently. Mores
the pity...
 
islander01 said:
I’d slept way past noon. My eyes began to focus on the ceiling fan. big mistake.
I rolled off the bed and tried to remember lastnights events. No luck. As I rose carefully to my feet I noticed the
almost empty bottle of scotch on the night table. I downed what was left. I wondered if a camel would prove instantly
fatal. Half hoping it would be I lit up.... then I remembered.
I’d been trailing Slick for months, when the trail had gone cold. All I had was a receipt from a place called
Cookies. So I went there. It was like a cross between Hooters and Ace hardware and some other places I though
only existed on the web. The place was crowded with dicks( one problem with lit city, at least from my point of view
,too many dicks). Then I saw her. My first thought was bukakke, by that I mean the dame was loaded. She had to be
the famous Cookie. She took the stage like Hitler took Belgium, and started belting out “Since I fell for you”. Her
evening dress was slit so high it must have been a very late evening dress... Thats when things started to get fuzzy.
someone must have slipped me a micky. I have a vague recollection of someone saying “you need a cup of coffee
maybe twelve cups” and soft hands laying me on my bed, then nothing...
I checked my gat, its long hardness lying reassuringly along my thigh. It hadn’t been fired in anger recently. Mores
the pity...
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Slick had came back in the early morning hours, he said he had scored a big shipment. Did I believe him? I wasn't sure, I was just happy he was back. Sure I was pathetic, but that man had me on his hook and I wasn't giving him up. We got horizontal, a nice way to spend a day.

That night on stage I got my first taste of real power. Oh yea, women measured power by the hold she had on a man. I made love to the microphone, my own special phallic symbol. After my first set, I went in the back. Slick was waiting and I looked in his eyes to see his reaction. After I came up for air, he said the bum who had been tailing him was out front. All Slick knew was they called him "The Island Man." My job would be to find out how much he knew, anyway possible.

As I took the stage once more I scoped him out. He was a cool customer, handsome in that rough, unrefined way. He signaled for a drink, never taking his eyes off me. The mickey took affect quickly and Barn(yes he was back) took him to the little room in the back.

Now it was up to me, I plyed him with coffee. He was packing, his piece was loaded. I relieved him of it, I didn't want it going off half-cocked(so to speak.) He came around slowly, groaning as he tried to set up. I pushed his head back on the pillow, letting my hands wander over his chest. For the next hour we did a sexual rope-a-dope. I wanted info, he wanted...well you get the picture. In the end I found out a treasure trove. He had told me the dive where he was staying and Barn dumped him. He left him and the piece and took a powder. I wondered if he would remember anything that transpired, my guess was no.
 
applause.. now i cant wait to read the boards and Cookie first
what talent... Bravo and its being spun right before our eyes...
 
MindFire said:
applause.. now i cant wait to read the boards and Cookie first
what talent... Bravo and its being spun right before our eyes...
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Woooo Whooo isnt she just great thou! Running out for more popcorn!! you you later!!
 
I just want everyone to know....Cookie's really not bad....she's just drawn that way.....;)
 
Re: Re: Re: Stage whisper

islander01 said:
It was the candy I swear
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A likely story...hey does your character look like Sterling? I'm a sucker for him...
 
Re: Re: Re: Re: Stage whisper

cookiejar said:
A likely story...hey does your character look like Sterling? I'm a sucker for him...
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Yes but slightly younger then the av.
 
Detective Mecklenburg

It's a tough job chasing redheads....

Spending your days pounding the pavement and your nights regretting it....Jamison's whisky usualy helps along with a pack of Camels...

I hit the street about 930 pm. It was an early day for me. I was supposed to be on the trail of a dame. She was an illusive on. Went by Feisty...

I stopped into a hooch joint for my "morning cofee" and was greeted by a tasty sight. Goddess was chewing some bloke's ear off giving him useful advice that he probably wouldn't use...to his detriment!

"I need a word with you"

"Just one," she responded

" I'm Looking for a Red head, one that goes by the name Feisty" I said lighting a butt and gesturing to the barkeep for a pick me up.

"Well you have come to the right place young one." Goddess repiled, " We have plenty of redheads here. I think that might be the one you are after"

She pointed to a booth in a dark corner and I said, "thanks toots"

The webfoot behind the bar handed me my coffee and put it on my tab. I stabbed out my butt and made my way towards the rear.

I sized her up. Red hair partially covered by a black scarf. A real looker for sure. She had an air of attitude about her. Mysterious. I real tough nut to crack this dame....Like I said it's tough business being a copper. Some one has to do it.

I approached the table and Red pretended to be more interested in her manhattan than my presence. typical.

" May I have a seat?" I queried

"If you must" she responded and I got a vision of her liquid green eyes.

This may be harder than I thought...


to be continued.....
 
Re: Detective Mecklenburg

CharlotteNCguy said:
It's a tough job chasing redheads....

Spending your days pounding the pavement and your nights regretting it....Jamison's whisky usualy helps along with a pack of Camels...

I hit the street about 930 pm. It was an early day for me. I was supposed to be on the trail of a dame. She was an illusive on. Went by Feisty...

I stopped into a hooch joint for my "morning cofee" and was greeted by a tasty sight. Goddess was chewing some bloke's ear off giving him useful advice that he probably wouldn't use...to his detriment!

"I need a word with you"

"Just one," she responded

" I'm Looking for a Red head, one that goes by the name Feisty" I said lighting a butt and gesturing to the barkeep for a pick me up.

"Well you have come to the right place young one." Goddess repiled, " We have plenty of redheads here. I think that might be the one you are after"

She pointed to a booth in a dark corner and I said, "thanks toots"

The webfoot behind the bar handed me my coffee and put it on my tab. I stabbed out my butt and made my way towards the rear.

I sized her up. Red hair partially covered by a black scarf. A real looker for sure. She had an air of attitude about her. Mysterious. I real tough nut to crack this dame....Like I said it's tough business being a copper. Some one has to do it.

I approached the table and Red pretended to be more interested in her manhattan than my presence. typical.

" May I have a seat?" I queried

"If you must" she responded and I got a vision of her liquid green eyes.

This may be harder than I thought...


to be continued.....
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:D
 
Keep the noir coming...I will write when I can. I had some news today and I won't be around much...:(
 
cookiejar said:
Keep the noir coming...I will write when I can. I had some news today and I won't be around much...:(
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Sorry to hear that, Cookie. Let us know if there's anything we can do.:rose:
 
Re: Detective Mecklenburg

CharlotteNCguy said:
It's a tough job chasing redheads....

Spending your days pounding the pavement and your nights regretting it....Jamison's whisky usualy helps along with a pack of Camels...

I hit the street about 930 pm. It was an early day for me. I was supposed to be on the trail of a dame. She was an illusive on. Went by Feisty...

I stopped into a hooch joint for my "morning cofee" and was greeted by a tasty sight. Goddess was chewing some bloke's ear off giving him useful advice that he probably wouldn't use...to his detriment!

"I need a word with you"

"Just one," she responded

" I'm Looking for a Red head, one that goes by the name Feisty" I said lighting a butt and gesturing to the barkeep for a pick me up.

"Well you have come to the right place young one." Goddess repiled, " We have plenty of redheads here. I think that might be the one you are after"

She pointed to a booth in a dark corner and I said, "thanks toots"

The webfoot behind the bar handed me my coffee and put it on my tab. I stabbed out my butt and made my way towards the rear.

I sized her up. Red hair partially covered by a black scarf. A real looker for sure. She had an air of attitude about her. Mysterious. I real tough nut to crack this dame....Like I said it's tough business being a copper. Some one has to do it.

I approached the table and Red pretended to be more interested in her manhattan than my presence. typical.

" May I have a seat?" I queried

"If you must" she responded and I got a vision of her liquid green eyes.

This may be harder than I thought...


to be continued.....
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I sat and looked at her...something about her made me uneasy. I soundnt put my finger on it...I better play it cool.

"So are you the Feisty one?" I asked

"Who wants to know? Are you a Cop? You look like one"

" The name is Mecklenburg, just Mecklenburg and I am not on official business"

" So what is it then copper? I have nothing to say to you"

I was trying to keep my cool and not let on that I finally had a lead on the infamous Red-headded bandit who had knocked over banks from DC all the way to Charlotte NC.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way dame, your choice"

"You are the one who was looking for me"

She had a point. I lit a butt and offered her one. She took it with a look of disgust and as I lit it for her our eyes met again through the flicker of the flame. Her piercing eyes hid something...I would have to dig deeper here. She drained her Manhattan and gestured for another, I just sat there and contemplated my next move...

to be continued...
 
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