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The Rottweilers were beginning to whine.......

.....a horrible keening which went straight from Lt. Head's ears to his bladder. If he could have reached for the reassuring bulge at his waistband he would have disappointed a lot of the friendly hookers on his beat, but he would have drilled both of the huge hounds with his service Smith & Wesson. As it was, the dogs looked like they were fixing to do the drilling.........

'You vill stay EXACTLY vhere you are!' The waspish, gutteral voice slammed Head back twenty years, to the moment he was taken prisoner by the Heinies, as he was lying wounded in the mud at St Mihiel. Now he understood why the Rottweilers were advancing so slowly. Out of the shadows came a cropped head Hun, fencing scars on both his cheeks and a monocle screwed into one eye socket. He was wearing a skin-tight chauffeur's uniform, and it bulged in all the wrong places, as he held the dogs back on leashes which were as taut as the copper's nerves.

'Who are you? Speak!'. Head snapped out of his funk, looked the stocky German up and down and said, 'Police, Lt. Head, Vice Squad - and who are you, shorty?' Just for a second, head thought he saw the chauffeur twitch, 'I am Von Stumple, Miss Taylor's butler und chaffeur. She sent me out when we heard the noise, und she vill vant to see you. Follow me, please.' The manservant tied the dogs to an iron ring near the door, and set off towards a massive set of French windows. Damn, thought Head as his nose was assailed by the heady aroma of roses, this broad's LAWN is bigger than my apartment!

Head entered an enormous drawing room, and found a frozen tableau of three young men and two women. The woman who he took to be Miss Taylor, his hostess, was dressed in a flowing gown that accentuated her good points, and since her points were VERY good, Head found the blood surging towards one of his bodily organs again. There were three young men in the room, all in their early twenties, all built like pro footballers and all in the act of removing their clothes. ' Thank you, gentleman, you may model that line of underwear for me at some other time' the words came as an aside to the young bloods, who hastily gathered up various items of clothing and made for the door. Miss Taylor then addressed the forth person, a tiny redhead, dressed in short French maid's outfit, 'Mimi - help them out please.' As the members of what Head thought of as a potentially good party passed him on the way out, he winked at the maid, 'Hiya toots! Glad to see you got some regular employment at last!' The sexy little redhead blushed and scampered for the door.

At last, the stunning blonde turned to her univited guest, 'And whom might I be addressing?' Head smiled back at her, 'Looked more like UNdressing to me, ma'am. But it's Head, Lt. Head of Vice, City Police' . Once again, Head thought he picked up the faintest of reactions from his hostess when he mentioned the police. 'I was just hosting a showing of this year's underwear lines - a private one of course. I have business interests in several textile companies abroad. Did you say the police? My nephew works for you - such a nice young man. He is a photographer.'

'Of course!' Head slapped his forehead. 'Now I get it! You're the film star - ELIZABETH Taylor!' The blonde positively simpered as she sat down, arranging her silk dress so Head got a great view of....great view of.....the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties.

Sweating now, he stumbled on, 'You broke in with that rum-running flick, 'Goes Down Easy', didn't you? Then you were with James Cagney in that tropical castaway film, 'Sixteen Men, One Woman', but your real big hit was with Errol Flynn in that movie about a whaling captain, 'Thar She Blows!'. The problem was you got into a big cat-fight with Mae West one day on the set of that western, 'Two Broads Ride the West', and the studio dumped your contract. 'That hussy! She thought that she was bigger than me! It was I who tamed the outlaw chief - and his 18 henchmen - not THAT minx!' The Lieutenant tried to calm Miss Taylor down, 'Well, I'm sure that you didn't deserve that treatment. I just want you to know that you always be a big star...'

By this time, Miss Taylor was glowing - rather like Lt. Head's cheeks. 'I can tell that you are a big fan, Lieutenant, although I must admit my career is somewhat stalled at the moment. Perhaps you would care to come over here, and we can discuss Hollywood, over a fine cognac?' She patted the overstuffed couch next to her and leant forward to pour out another drink. The policeman took an involuntary step forwards, right into trouble................
 
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ram1_2 said:
.....a horrible keening which went straight from Lt. Head's ears to his bladder. If he could have reached for the reassuring bulge at his waistband he would have disappointed a lot of the friendly hookers on his beat, but he would have drilled both of the huge hounds with his service Smith & Wesson. As it was, the dogs looked like they were fixing to do the drilling.........

'You vill stay EXACTLY vhere you are!' The waspish, gutteral voice slammed Head back twenty years, to the moment he was taken prisoner by the Heinies, as he was lying wounded in the mud at St Mihiel. Now he understood why the Rottweilers were advancing so slowly. Out of the shadows came a cropped head Hun, fencing scars on both his cheeks and a monocle screwed into one eye socket. He was wearing a skin-tight chaffeur's uniform, and it bulged in all the wrong places, as he held the dogs back on leashes which were as taut as the copper's nerves.

'Who are you? Speak!'. Head snapped out of his funk, looked the stocky German up and down and said, 'Police, Lt. Head, Vice Squad - and who are you, shorty?' Just for a second, head thought he saw the chaffeur twitch, 'I am Von Stumple, Miss Taylor's butler und chaffeur. She sent me out when we heard the noise, und she vill vant to see you. Follow me, please.' The manservant tied the dogs to an iron ring near the door, and set off towards a massive set of French windows. Damn, thought Head as his nose was assailed by the heady aroma of roses, this broad's LAWN is bigger than my apartment!

Head entered an enormous drawing room, and found a frozen tableau of three young men and two women. The woman who he took to be Miss Taylor, his hostess, was dressed in a flowing gown that accentuated her good points, and since her points were VERY good, Head found the blood surging towards one of his bodily organs again. There were three young men in the room, all in their early twenties, all built like pro footballers and all in the act of removing their clothes. ' Thank you, gentleman, you may model that line of underwear for me at some other time' the words came as an aside to the young bloods, who hastily gathered up various items of clothing and made for the door. Miss Taylor then addressed the forth person, a tiny redhead, dressed in short French maid's outfit, 'Mimi - help them out please.' As the members of what Head thought of as a potentially good party passed him on the way out, he winked at the maid, 'Hiya toots! Glad to see you got some regular employment at last!' The sexy little redhead blushed and scampered for the door.

At last, the stunning blonde turned to her univited guest, 'And whom might I be addressing?' Head smiled back at her, 'Looked more like UNdressing to me, ma'am. But it's Head, Lt. Head of Vice, City Police' . Once again, Head thought he picked up the faintest of reactions from his hostess when he mentioned the police. 'I was just hosting a showing of this year's underwear lines - a private one of course. I have business interests in several textile companies abroad. Did you say the police? My nephew works for you - such a nice young man. He is a photographer.'

'Of course!' Head slapped his forehead. 'Now I get it! You're the film star - ELIZABETH Taylor!' The blonde positively simpered as she sat down, arranging her silk dress so Head got a great view of....great view of.....the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties.

Sweating now, he stumbled on, 'You broke in with that rum-running flick, 'Goes Down Easy', didn't you? Then you were with James Cagney in that tropical castaway film, 'Sixteen Men, One Woman', but your real big hit was with Errol Flynn in that movie about a whaling captain, 'Thar She Blows!'. The problem was you got into a big cat-fight with Mae West one day on the set of that western, 'Two Broads Ride the West', and the studio dumped your contract. 'That hussy! She thought that she was bigger than me! It was I who tamed the outlaw chief - and his 18 henchmen - not THAT minx!' The Lieutenant tried to calm Miss Taylor down, 'Well, I'm sure that you didn't deserve that treatment. I just want you to know that you always be a big star...'

By this time, Miss Taylor was glowing - rather like Lt. Head's cheeks. 'I can tell that you are a big fan, Lieutenant, although I must admit my career is somewhat stalled at the moment. Perhaps you would care to come over here, and we can discuss Hollywood, over a fine cognac?' She patted the overstuffed couch next to her and leant forward to pour out another drink. The policeman took an involuntary step forwards, right into trouble................
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Ohhhh Lt. Head!!....


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Meanwhile ... Back at Cookies'

Lit was quiet since Soft Peter had been offed. The flatfoot division had been rounding up all the grifters, hoods, janes, johns, and boozehounds. They were all "getting the third" downtown, the coppers were ratcheting up the heat. Slick decided to lay low in chat, Barn was AWOL(again) and Bunkie was bedded down with some joe she met in the pool hall. I had to admit I was spooked, all alone and the shadows were closing in.

I got Perdita on the blower and told her to put the lid on her floozies. She was already two steps ahead of me, she's one smart madam.

"BTW," Purdy said. "The dildo they found on the stiff? It was from that shipment that was highjacked last week. And they are real interested in the Astroglide and KY angle. You better watch your back hon, this is hitting too close."

I thanked her and hung up. With my head in the clouds I never saw him until it was too late. It was the Islandman looking smug and superior.

"Well, well," he sneered. "The Cookie's little world is crumbling and there's no one to turn to. Of course I would be willing to pick up the pieces ... for a price."

I decided to try to bluff my way out, "Back for seconds, Sterling? You weren't that good the first time around."

"No dice baby, it won't wash. I was there remember?" He moved closer and I felt a shiver, he was too close for comfort. His hands were on the wall, I was pinned and ...

"Now isn't this a pretty sight?" It was Lt. Knight and he was out for blood. "So you're not a pro skirt huh? How long have you been wrapping your gams around this bum?"

"Now listen ..." That was as far as Sterling got before he ended up on the other end of Knight's heater. The young gun with Knight brought out the bracelets and hustled Sterling out.

"Now, we get to the jist babe." Knight lit a coffin nail and smiled an evil smile. "Since Big Slick is gone you need a man to keep you in line. I figure it oughta be me."

There was murder in my eyes, but I had to play it cool ... I couldn't give Slick away.

"Listen creep, you aren't man enough to take care of me. Get lost."

"Okay, I tried asking nice but you want it rough ... I can do that too."

I backed away as he advanced, suddenly very scared ...
 
ram1_2 said:
Uh oh......our heroine's in big trouble !!

Love it, cookie!:kiss:
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Who will come to her rescue?

Apparently not me, because I'm in bed with some joe I met at the pool hall.:rolleyes:
 
sueanninct said:
Who will come to her rescue?

Apparently not me, because I'm in bed with some joe I met at the pool hall.:rolleyes:
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Can I help it cause you're a floozie?:p
 
Re: The rain hissed down on the filthy canvas....

http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/54/039_68526.jpg *here's a little tip for ya...beware of the maplesyrup-speaking Blonde...she's no good I tell ya, no good. She may be stunning, but even when she's naked, she's got somethin up her sleeve:devil:

ok I suck at this, but am totally hooked!
 
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Raindear816 said:
http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/54/039_68526.jpg *here's a little tip for ya...beware of the maplesyrup-speaking Blonde...she's no good I tell ya, no good. She may be stunning, but even when she's naked, she's got somethin up her sleeve:devil:

ok I suck at this, but am totally hooked!
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Hmmmmm.........totally hooked, eh? Ready for some more, Rain?;)

:heart: :rose:
 
'Awww hell !.........

...................the Captain slammed the receiver back in the cradle so hard it bounced. He looked up at his Head of Vice, and roared like the bleachers at a Giants/Dodgers game. 'That was the Commissioner, and for your information, I just put the 'phone down on the Mayor. The both of them want your guts, and have told me to obtain 'em! Now, YOU better tell me why I shouldn't have you hand over your badge....this second'. The plump, balding, Chief of Detectives fumed, 'And while you're at it, you better give me the low down on where you were last night for a total of' - and he glanced at a report on his desk - '10 hours?'

Lt. Head thought quickly, if he told the Captain that he was with Elizabeth Taylor all night, he was toast. The department didn't take kindly to officers sleeping with suspects. He tried to remember what happened last night, but most of it was a total blur; the closest he could come up with as a description was that it was like being inside a wet, slippery, pink vacuum cleaner. Miss Taylor had followed him to the door in the morning, and bent down 'to kiss you goodbye', she said. He had staggered out to her superb Packard Town Car, and Von Stuple had driven him to where he had left the police cruiser. His legs still felt as if all the marrow had been sucked right out of the bones, and he struggled to stand upright on the Captain's office rug. 'I was following a couple of leads, Captain'. Head explained about the KJ and the Astroglide heist and how they were linked to the Soft Peter case. The Captain hoisted himself out of his swivel chair and began striding around his office - never a good sign. 'That don't help! The Mayor's fit to be tied, although that's just between him and his wife, you understand, and I'm told that the Commissioner's wife is as sore as hell. Then we have have your little playmate who sashshayed in here last night with her damn poodle creating havoc.'

'Ash? What did she..... '. 'The Captain growled, 'She came in here dressed like she was the star at a Roman orgy, that's what. Old Sgt. Frost, who has been the night desk man for 35 years took one look and keeled over with a heart attack. SHE rushed over and saved him with some kind of heart massage. Whilst she was on her knees, bent over tending to him, I had three of my best guys writing furiously. Their applications to join Vice are on YOUR desk, damn it! When Sgt Frost came to, he thought he had died and gone to heaven; he's recovering in Mercy Hospital. By the way, his wife is as mad as hell....she wants to see YOU.'

Head grinned, 'Yea, Chief. Ash does have that kind of effect. What did she want?' Captain Gucci paused to light one of his evil-smelling cigars, ' She came in with a tip. Apparently there's a load of hot mechandise moving on the street. It was hijacked last week as it was being delivered to a certain store downtown, but the owner didn't report it missing. I want you to go and put the heat on him. He's a guy named Sato, and he runs something called 'Sato's Superior Sex Store and Sushi Saloon'. 'Where is that, Chief?' 'It's in the old Shane Building,' the Chief spat out, ' it's where the old 'Longdon's Lovely Lingerie and Liver Lounge' used to be - Mr. Sato's a bit of a traditionalist, it seems'.

Head took the slip of paper with the address and details, and turned to leave. His Chief hollered at his retreating back, 'God help you if you screw this one, Head!'
 
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I just knew Liz would put the moves on him.:D
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Well, sweet....I toyed with the idea of keeping him out of her clutches, but the plot demanded otherwise. What could I do? It was a HUGE sacrifice (grin).........



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It was'nt just another Sunday morning, more like another Sunday morning after spending the night in a holding cell. Did Cookie set me up? I'm not sure. Still I was a little sore. Not necisarily at Cookie, mostly it was the cavity search. At least it was'nt a complete loss, they had found my car keys, and now I know where My other brown sock went... Those City cops have never heard of foreplay.
In the end they had to release me. They didnt have enough to hold me (not for lack of looking). After all, how could they? I hadnt done anything. I was just another gumshoe working the shady side of town.
I decided to head for Home. I needed a shower. Then I would have to get back on the street and find this Slick character. Slick seemed aptly named, trying to nab him was like fishing a benwa ball out of a bowlfull of astroglide with chopsticks.
I wondered how Cookie made out last night. I would have to see her again. She was the key to everything...Ah who was I kidding I wanted to see her... She was dangerous.
 
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I was cornered, no where to go. No doubt about it, I was in a jam. I realized Knight was a little "off the track" and I needed to use my smarts to weasel my way out.

"Okay, okay," I simpered. "You hold all the cards."

"I'm glad you realize it. The so called ace in the hole, if you get my meaning." He gave me a lewd look which almost made me toss my cookies but I played it cool. "Now we are going upstairs and you are gonna put on that skimpy av. Then you and I are painting the town red."

The evening was one dive after another, cheap booze, cheaper women, and a shadow named Knight. He dogged my steps, never far from my side and as the night wore on I became desperate. I had to shake him, I needed a break. It came from an unlikely source. I pleaded hunger and we stopped at Rosy's place.

The meal was over and I needed the bathroom, it was a last ditch attempt to get away. I met Rosy at the door of the john and she hustled me out the back.

"Hurry," she whispered. "Jix is keeping him busy. Go now ... fast." I started to thank her but she shook her head. "Hey I owe Slick," she hissed. "I'm doing this for him, not you."

As I took off out the back I heard Knight and Jix in a heated argument. I ran, how long and how far was anyone's guess. I found myself behind the alley behind Goddess' flophouse and curling in a ball I fell asleep. The next thing I knew someone was shaking me awake ...
 
It was a long walk home, and I found her by chance. Id taken a short cut behind Goddeses when I saw a figure lying in the shadows.

At first I thought she was dead, then she stirred slightly. She was wearing a killer av. The kind that makes the phrase "little black dress" sound like a circus tent. I shook her and called her name "Cookie.wake up Cookie"( of course I peeked a little first, you think Im crazy?:D, But just a little I did'nt have much time). Her eyes opened slowly, I could tell she had had a hell of a night...

She slapped me hard. I wondered why women always did that when they woke up with me. I didnt have time to ponder. The heat was on and I knew it. When she recognized me I told her we had to move, and I took her to my office a few blocks away.

My secratary dos'nt work on Sunday so we were alone. I decided to spill my guts. "Look Cookie, I'm not what you think. A collector hired me to recover something, something that only you and Slick can move. Its anceint and every women in Litcity would want it ( not to mention some of the guys) and a few would kill for it. Heres 500 bucks. Take it and wait for me to contact you. Call me at 555 7343 If you need to". With that I hustled her out the door. "by the way nice birthmark" :D
 
islander01 said:
It was a long walk home, and I found her by chance. Id taken a short cut behind Goddeses when I saw a figure lying in the shadows.

At first I thought she was dead, then she stirred slightly. She was wearing a killer av. The kind that makes the phrase "little black dress" sound like a circus tent. I shook her and called her name "Cookie.wake up Cookie"( of course I peeked a little first, you think Im crazy?:D, But just a little I did'nt have much time). Her eyes opened slowly, I could tell she had had a hell of a night...

She slapped me hard. I wondered why women always did that when they woke up with me. I didnt have time to ponder. The heat was on and I knew it. When she recognized me I told her we had to move, and I took her to my office a few blocks away.

My secratary dos'nt work on Sunday so we were alone. I decided to spill my guts. "Look Cookie, I'm not what you think. A collector hired me to recover something, something that only you and Slick can move. Its anceint and every women in Litcity would want it ( not to mention some of the guys) and a few would kill for it. Heres 500 bucks. Take it and wait for me to contact you. Call me at 555 7343 If you need to". With that I hustled her out the door. "by the way nice birthmark" :D
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I was still trying to figure Sterling out. He was an enigma, a mystery man and I had no idea whether to trust him or not. I looked at the dough in my hand and decided it would get me away from the club.

I realized I was getting in deeper and deeper. I had Lt. Knight after me, he would be out for blood after last night. Mecklenburg was just as crooked. Quake was like Barn ...AWOL. I had no where to turn, I needed a safe place to hide. If Slick didn't get back soon ...

My bartender was already at the club, and he poured me a cup of coffee. I called him AA(Almost Alive), and he was a big, steady rock for me in this dive. He looked happy, that meant he'd spent the night with Toni. She was a greeter at the local five and dime, a real nice kid. She was also unforgettable, her boobs walked in the room five minutes before her. AA was permanently walleyed but I didn't hear him complaining.

"You okay boss?" he asked with a look of genuine concern.

"I'm fine, just a long night. I need to do some serious thinking. I gotta get away, I'm in a jam."

He nodded, I knew I could count on him to take over while I was gone. I packed a small bag and ran to the cab. I told the cabbie to drive, at this point I just wanted out. I never noticed the car tailing us ...
 
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