Save The Lady - Part 2

Ken Cooper, private detective for AAA Detective Agency, drives down the rain slicked streets, and stops near the docks.

Huddler Shipping warehouses line the road. Ken slowly walks as the rain lets up. He sees a sign for “The Wet Whistle”, a building that has seen better days.

The front door is locked. He checks his watch. It is only 2:30. The sign on the door says that it opens at 4. He walks around the building, looking up, and notices a lit window on the top floor. “Now where is the stairwell?” he asks himself.

He checks the back door. Locked, but an easily picked lock. He takes the picks from his inside coat pocket and is in like Flynn.

The rusty hinges squeak loudly. He freezes and waits, pulling his heater from its holster and racking back the slide.

Inside, it’s dark and he doesn’t see any movement. He steps in and closes the door behind him. He flips a switch on the wall.

A single bulb casts a dim light, and he sees a hallway and a stairwell. He turns the light off and quietly climbs the stairs. The building seems to be empty as he passes each floor. The wallpaper is peeling, and it looks like some of the floors are used for storage by the bar. As he gets closer to the top floor, he hears someone walking around. A man’s voice talking.

“Your bitch sister, better come up with the money. If not, I have friends who will happily turn you pro and you can earn money working on your knees or with your keister. I bet you’ve already been giving it away to the band for free. That’s why you turned me down. You like your dark meat. Don’t you?”

She responds with a muffled sound. 

“Don’t deny it. I would have made you my queen, but you had to turn me down and sing with a group of Brunos, Dinges, Greasers, and Ginks. What can they give you that I can’t. I should just take what I want and see how good you are.” He was speaking faster and getting more frantic.

Ken slowly looks from the top of the stairs. He sees a big open room with a desk and a bed. On the bed he sees a woman, tied down and gagged. A guy leaning over her, and starting to put his hand up her dress

She pulls against her bonds and tries to say something again.

“You know you want it. You gave it to them, now your gonna give it to me.”

Ken points his gat at Oscar. “You know, women prefer men who don’t tie and gag them.”

Oscar stops, his hand still up her dress. “Who are you, how did you get here?”

“I was hired by her sister. Why don’t you be a good boy and step away from the lady.” Ken motions him with his pistol to move away, as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a switchblade.

Oscar pales and backs away with his hands up. “What are you, some sort greaser, with a chive like that?”

Ken shakes his head as he moves to the bed. “You know if you weren’t such a creep, things might go better.” Keeping the gun pointed at Oscar, he looks down to cut the rope from Julie’s wrists. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She removes her gag and screams “Look out!”

Ken turns to see Oscar pull a revolver from the desk drawer.

The room echoes with the crack of gun fire. Oscar’s shot hits the wall, and Ken hits Oscar. He grips his chest where Ken plugged him.

With a solid thump, Oscar hits the floor, a dark red pool slowly forming.

“Thanks Doll.” Ken says as he holsters his piece. 

Julie hugs him tightly. “Thank you for saving me. He was going crazy. I think he was on drugs too.”

Ken notices a phone on the desk. “Let me make a couple of calls.”

Grabbing the handset, he glances inside the open desk drawer. There are packages of white powder, one of which is open. He shakes his head and dials the Schmidt’s.

“I have her. She is safe. I will bring her home as soon as I can.”

He hangs up and then dials the police, calling one of the few cops he trusts.

“Sergeant Mulrooney, Ken Cooper. We are down at “The Wet Whistle” I want to report a foiled kidnapping and a dead body. Yes, We will wait here. Send your boys down.”

After giving statements to the cops, Ken drives her back to her home. The whole time he’s diving, she leans close to him. He puts his arm around her.

“I want to thank you, Mr. Cooper. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t got there when you did.” She rests one hand on his lap and her head on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Doll, just rest. You’ll be home soon.” He says reassuringly.

She rubs his lap feeling the outline of his piece. “I would like to show you my gratitude. Can you find a quiet place to pull over?”

“Are you sure? You sister is expecting you home.”

“I am not the good girl she thinks I am. I’m not what Oscar thought, but I have been with a man or two of my own choosing.” She said as she unbuttons his fly and reaches in.

“Woah, there little sister. Give me a minute to find a quiet place. I’ll let you give me my reward, but not while I’m driving.” Ken says, sitting up a bit straighter.

“Ok. But don’t take too long.” Julie responds, kissing him on the cheek.

After a few more minutes, he pulls the car into a field, behind a billboard, and turns off the engine. He gets out, undoes his pants, and lies down on the back seat.

“You’ve done this before.” She says happily as she removes her shoes, and panties, but keeps her dress on. Hungrily, she gets between his thighs, taking his member and licking around the tip. 

“You’ve done this before too.” He says as he grows harder.

“Didn’t you know that singers need to work their mouths and throats?” she says as she takes him deep into her mouth. She works her hand and mouth up and down. Gasps of pleasure escape his lips. After you few minutes, she asks, “Do you have a rubber?” 

“Yea, in the glove box.” She finds an open box of Dunlops and pulls one out.

“Do you need me to put that….” He asks as she leans over him and slowly rolls it down his hard shaft. 

“No. I know what to do.” She responds with an innocent smile.

She then climbs on him, raising her dress, and slowly lowering herself on him. She moves up and down, up and down, taking him a bit deeper each time. Finally, she has him all the way in, and slowly rocks back and forth. He reaches up to feel her breasts, rubbing the cloth of her dress and her bra against her skin. “Mmmmm that feels so different.” She says. Continuing to rock back and forth, he feels her grinding against him. She knows what she wants, and is better than the pros he encountered during the war. She is breathing heavier as she rides him harder and faster. Grabbing his hands, she holds them down, and looks him in the eyes as she rides him to her climax.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asks. He was so focused on her that he forgot to enjoy himself. “I haven’t finished yet. Have you ever taken it, bent over? I’ve already got my flogger on, I might as well finish.”

“All right, Mr. Cooper. Show me what you got.” She says breathlessly as she climbs off of him. He gets up and she gets on the back seat, resting on her elbows and knees, as he raises her dress over her curvy ass.

“You are such a sweet piece. I see why Oscar wanted you.” He says as he rubs the tip across her open slit.

“Don’t mention him or you’ll kill my mood.” She snaps at him.

“You got it, Doll.” He says as he grabbed her hips and thrusts it into her.

Even through the Dunlop, she feels so good. He works it slowly at first, and then faster, harder, and deeper. Soon he is pulling her against him as hard as he can.

“Oh, God, Oh God. That feels so good.” She moans. He feels her fingers rubbing herself as he’s in her. She is panting and groaning louder. He thrusts deeply and holds it. His anger, pleasure, and lust all mix together as he fills the rubber.

Sweating and breathing hard, he slowly pulls from her. Then he pulls it off and tosses it into the tall grass.

They both fix their clothing. She kisses him on the cheek again. “Please don’t tell my sister about that.” She says with a girlish tone.

“Lady, no one would believe me if I did. Your secret is safe with me.”

They get into the front seat, turn on the engine, and get back on the road. She leans against him again as they drove to her home.

Hillary and Joan are waiting outside when they pull up. Julie gets out and runs to her sister, hugging her.

“I was so scared for you The police didn’t want to look for you Are you hurt?” Hillary says in her rapid-fire tone. Tears welling up in both of their eyes. 

“I’m safe now, thanks to Mr. Cooper. I think I want to go inside, clean up, and rest.” Julie says with an exhausted tone in her voice. Then she turns “Thank you for everything Mr. Cooper. I will never forget you.” And then goes inside.

Joan takes a handkerchief from her purse. “Boss, you need to wipe the lipstick from your cheek.”

“Oh, thanks. She kissed me after I shot Oscar.” He says absentmindedly.

“Mr. Cooper,” Hillary says as she hands over a thick envelope full of cabbage. “Here is what we agree to.”

He puts it into his jacket pocket, unopened.

“Don’t you wish to count it?”

“No. You got your sister back, safe and sound. That’s what really counts. C’mon Joan, lets head back into the city. We did what we needed to.”

He gets into his car and drives away.

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