Welcome to the Estate - Part 2

 He takes your hand and leads you to your seats at the dining table. There are cards marking your places, each says “Ruby”.

He pulls out your chair and seats you. Once again, the plug feels odd. You notice some of the other women making odd faces as they sit too. “Are they all wearing butt plugs?” you think to yourself.

There is a thin blond with hard pink nipples in a sapphire dress sitting directly across from you. As she sits, she winks at you knowingly. You also notice that some of the women raise the backs of their dresses so their bare bottoms are on the leather covered seats. You raise and pull up the back of your dress and sit back down on the cool leather. It feels good but different. You feel his hand on your thigh. He whispers in your ear, “You didn’t have to do that dear. This is your first time here. I want you to see and enjoy. Some of the ladies have been here multiple times and already know exactly what they want. If the dinner didn’t require clothing, some of them would be fully naked by now.” He kisses your lips softly.

His fingers softly caress your crotch, rubbing the soft silk against your pubic mound.

Food is served. You are surprised by the variety and flavor. “They must have their own chef” you think to yourself. You see some of the couples feeding one another. The Sapphire Blonde feeds her lover and then looks at you and slowly licks her spoon in a seductive way. She takes her cloth napkin and slowly rubs her nipples, as if she is wiping something off of them but very slowly.

You lean in and whisper to him “Is she hitting on me?” He looks over to her and Mr. Sapphire, they wink and smile at him. He slowly nods in return. “Yes, she wants you and me.” He takes a little spoon full of fruit sauce for his dessert and dribbles it across the tops of your breasts. He slowly licks you clean, making sure that both Sapphires watch and enjoy.

You look around and notice that other couples are doing similar things with their food. There are some hands under the table, probably rubbing, caressing, and stroking.

You feel his fingers under the table rubbing your pussy, so you unzip his fly and reach in and stroke his hardening cock.

After a few minutes, you hear your hostess address everyone, in her slightly French accented English, “Mesdames et Messieurs, it appears that dinner is over for all of you, and you are ready for dessert. Please leave the dining hall and move to the Lounge. All activities will be confined to the lounge area. Remember you begin and end with your partner. In between all else is consensual.”

He stands up and pulls out your chair. The back of your dress covers your ass again as you stand. He kisses the back of your neck and takes your hand, leading you to the Lounge.

You see a large, curved couch, which he has you sit down on. He sits to your side with his arm around your shoulder.

“May we join you?” Mr. Sapphire asks.

Your lover grabs your hand and kisses it. “It is your choice, my dear. If you say yes, we can learn more about them. And maybe more about ourselves.”

You look into his eyes, and then them. You slowly nod. “Yes, Please sit and join us.”

The rest of the night continues with you enjoying your time with the Sapphires, as you shared and explored each other. You enjoyed sucking Mr. Sapphire’s penis, as you were licked by both the blonde and your lover. You felt the butt plug being pressed as there was a mouth on your clit and a tongue along the crack of your ass.

Later you watched as she sucked him, and Mr. Sapphire licked your pussy.

At some point, you put a condom on your lover’s hard cock as Ms. Sapphire placed one on his.

The four of you tried various positions during the night. Your plug was removed and replaced with a tongue, and then a hard cock. You enjoyed being filled by more than one partner as you licked and sucked in positions you hadn’t previously tried. You were asked to remove Ms. Sapphire’s plug as her man sucked her clit and she sucked your lover’s cock again.

You don’t know how long it lasted, but after a while, as you are tired and satiated, you hear a bell ring.

“Mesdames et Messieurs, merci for attending tonight’s festivities. If you need a room for the night, please signal and the staff will assist you. If you are leaving for the night, we thank you for your attendance.”

You and your lover get dressed. He quickly pulls on his pants, and shirt but leaves the tie untied and the jacket open. He hands you your dress which you put on. You aren’t sure where your g-string went, but your stockings are still on.

“Can’t we get a room and spend the night? This place is amazing.” You say like a kid at an amusement park.

He shakes his head. “Not this time my love. I have an early morning meeting at work. Next time they have an event, we will plan on spending the night.”

From the couch he picks up your ruby butt plug. “Don’t forget my gift.” As he hands it to you, you smile.

“I’d never forget such a beautiful and useful gift.” You kiss him and leave together.

(I hope you enjoyed this introduction to “The Estate”. If you did, give me a comment and I might write more stories set here.)

Welcome to the Estate - Part 1

 You step into the limousine, you expect to see him in the backseat, but there is only a box and a note.

“My driver is taking you to a special club. Change into the outfit in the box. Wear everything in the box, and don’t wear anything else”.

You go to ask the driver a question and he puts up the partition before you can ask him anything.

In the box you see red lingerie. It is all silk & lace. A half-bra that cups your breasts but shows your nipples, a matching pair of g-string panties, a garter belt, stockings, red stilettos, a tube of lube, a jeweled butt plug, and a red silk dress that is loose, low cut in the front (exposing your breasts) and high cut on the sides, all the way to your waist.

As the car is driving, you get undressed. You put on the garter belt first. The silk and lace are smooth but textured against your skin. You pull on the right stocking first. “‘Oh my God” you think, “these are silk stockings, not nylon. How expensive was this?”

You slowly slide the stocking up, and secure it. You slowly pull on the left stocking. The silk is cool and smooth on your skin. You pull up the g-string. The silk crotch feels so good on your smooth mound.

You pull on and secure the bra. The half cups feel strange, after wearing a full bra all day. The lace trim is just below your nipples. As you move, the trim softly rubs the edge of your nipples. It feels good and your nipples harden a bit.

You pull the dress on. It is cut so it goes around your breasts. As you move you feel more silk rub against you. “This feels so damn good” you think.

The last things in the box are the lube, butt plug and shoes. The shoes you will put on, when the car stops. You pick up the plug. It seems heavier than it should. You look at the jewel. Where you normally see a single fake jewel. You see instead a dozen small red stones in a circular pattern. “Are these rubies? Is this made from gold?”

You don’t want to think, if this is real, what’s it worth. You know he likes to buy you expensive gifts but this is crazy.

You take a deep breath and slowly let it out. You take the lube, lie sideways on the seat and put lube on your fingers. You slide the string from your butt cheeks, and slowly rub the lube around and in your tight butt hole.

As you do, it feels good. You remember how he licks you there during sex. You slide one finger in and out. You add more lube, and then a second finger. This plug isn’t as big as you have seen in videos, so two fingers should relax your ass enough.

You lube the plug. It’s cold, but is warming against your skin.

You press it against your puckered hole. Breathe, relax, and slide it in.

You put the g-string back in place and sit normally.

In a bit, the car stops. You hear the driver talk to the security speaker. You hear a buzz and black iron gates open. The car continues up the drive to a mansion that you have never seen before.

The car stops at a small walkway, leading to double doors at the entrance. The driver opens the door. You slip on your red stilettos and get out. You realize the driver is looking at your nipples and they harden.

You step from the car and adjust your dress. Your panties and garters are visible from the side slits. You walk to the doors. The driver wordlessly closes the door, gets back in and drives away.

At the door, is a doorman attired in what looks like a 18th century servant’s uniform. Lots of silk, lace, and buttons. He is wearing a powdered wig. As you walk to the door, he says, “You are expected, Madam.” You step in and the doors close behind you.

The Estate is beautiful, the large open hallway is lit with crystal lamps and lined with mirrors. The light is almost dazzling. You walk forward towards where you hear voices and you see another butler, attired similarly to the doorman. He opens the large French doors to the dining room. “Please enter Madam”.

You see a large table that is set for a large party. Near the back of the room is an oak bar where you see men in tuxedos, and women wearing dresses similar to yours. The difference with the women’s dresses is that each one is a different color. Sapphire blue, emerald green, garnet red, topaz yellow, etc. You are ruby red. Their nipples are as exposed as yours. You see lovely pink, brown, and tan nipples on breasts of various shapes and sizes. You are a bit excited by this.

You see him and you walk over. He is sexy in his tux, which you have seen him wear before. The only difference is that his bow tie is ruby red, like your dress. He sees and kisses you. “I am so glad you made it. And your outfit looks great on you. Come sit here.” He points to a bar stool next to him, and as you sit, you feel the pressure of the plug in your ass. “Here’s your drink. I think the party will begin soon.” He motions to the bartender who is dressed in 18th century attire also, and your drink is placed before you. This doesn’t surprise you, he knows your favorite drink and has done similar things at restaurants in the past.

As you take a sip. A tall woman in an extremely tight leather bustier with matching leather pants with stiletto boots enters the room. She holds up a champagne glass.

“Madams and Messieurs, welcome to the Estate. This is my home. Before we begin dinner and entertainment, we have a few house rules that will be obeyed or you will lose your privilege of being here.

“First, each of you brought your partner. You dressed them in your selected color. You must start and end your evening with them.

“Second, everything must be agreed to. If it is your first time trying something, that is fine, but you must get agreement from Everyone Involved.

“Third, what happens here, Stays here. Any activities that you wish to continue outside of the Estate is the responsibility of all of those involved, which once again must be mutually agreed to.

“Four, this place is for pleasure and enjoyment. Nothing else. If a person objects to an activity or does not want to participate, then thank them and move to another person. If anyone makes a mistake with the rules, they will be gently reminded. But if anyone flagrantly breaks a rule, you will be escorted from the Estate and barred entry to future events. Does everyone agree? Signify by raising your glass and saying ‘Oui Mistress’.”

Both you both raise your glasses and loudly shout “Oui Mistress”.

“Then be seated at the dining room table, dinner is first.”

(And here we will pause. Return tomorrow for Part 2 of “Welcome to the Estate”)

Lazy Saturday with a Book

 

It is a wet, rainy Saturday. The week was another long and busy one at work, and you finished doing your chores around the house, so you just want to relax. You aren’t sure what to do. You’re tired of playing games on your phone or looking at computer screens. You could watch a movie on TV, but that’s just another screen. You are tired of screens.

Looking out the window, you watch as cold rain covers the street and yard with small streams and puddles. If you were a little kid, you could put your boots on and grab a poncho, but it’s been decades since you played in the rain, and don’t really feel like getting wet.

On the bookshelf by the wall, you see the book that your “other half” bought you for Christmas. One that you wanted but really didn’t have time to read. “It’s not another screen.” you say aloud as you pick it from the shelf and sit on the couch.

It’s a fantasy adventure novel written by one of the female authors you really enjoy. In the introduction, she writes “This is a standalone novel, but it has the same setting and references some of the events and characters from my other novels, but you shouldn’t need them to enjoy this. So, pour a cup of tea, fix a snack, grab a blanket, and welcome to my world.”

With the book still in hand, you walk into the kitchen to put on the kettle for some herbal tea.

“What are you making?” your husband asks as he comes in too, carrying a laundry basket and putting away the freshly laundered kitchen towels.

“I’m in the mood for some tea, and maybe a snack. Is laundry almost done?” You ask as you search the cupboards for cookies or chips.

“I have the colors in the dryer, a load of whites in the wash, and as you see, I’m putting away the towels.” He says as he shifts the basket on his hip.

You find an already open box of cookies and put a few on a paper plate. “Ok. I’m just going to read for a bit.” you say setting the book down next to it.

“Yay! I almost thought that you forgot about it or that I got you the wrong book.”

“No, my Dear, we just always seem to have other things to do.” you respond as you sniff a couple of different tea boxes, looking for something that will go good with the cookies.

You feel him kiss your cheek, “Ok. maybe I’ll sit down and read too, after I put these away. The dryer will take a little less than an hour, so…”

“Ok. Whatever.” you absentmindedly say as you grab a coffee mug and drop in a tea bag.

After filling the mug, you breathe in the warm herbal aroma. It helps remove the chill that you didn’t realize you had. Grabbing the cookies, the book, and the mug, you sit down on the couch. The crocheted throw your aunt made is on the back, and you pull it over across your lap, covering your legs.

Now that you are comfortable you begin the first chapter.

A dozen or so chapters later, you are surprised at how adult this book is. This isn’t the first of her books that you have read. Those you bought years ago, when you were still reading YA fiction, and you vaguely remember hearing something about how some YA authors had shifted to writing more “adult themes”. You didn’t expect this to be so “spicy”.

As you read the slow detailed descriptions of the main characters embracing. Then disrobing and caressing, licking and kissing, riding and thrusting, until they are exhausted and satisfied. You feel a familiar warmth spread through you. Your nipples are hard, and your pussy is damp.

You were so engaged in your story, you never noticed your husband sitting on the other end of the couch. He is curled up facing the opposite direction from you, reading some espionage thriller. His sock covered feet almost touching yours.

For a second you compare the author’s description of the male warrior with your loving husband. Arms that you want embracing you, lips that you want kissing you, and a shaft that you want filling you.

You take a sip from your mug and realize it’s empty, and so is the plate of cookies. “I must have been deeper into this than I thought.” you say aloud.

“Hmmn, What’s that Honey?” he asks, not looking up from his book.

“Oh, I just realized I drank my tea, and ate the cookies.” You stand up and stretch.

“You must be enjoying your book,” he comments with a slight chuckle as he looks up, staring at your visibly hard nipples. “Maybe I should be reading it instead of mine.”

A wicked thought moves through your brain, and you get on top of him. “Maybe I should see how you stack up against a ‘barbarian warrior’.” You say pulling up his shirt. “‘Oiled, glistening muscles that held her like bands of iron’.” you quote, and you kiss his chest.

His warm skin and soft hairs feel so good on your lips as you kiss his pecks and work up to his neck. “What sort of book are you reading?” he laughs as he drops his book and takes his shirt off.

“The kind of book that puts me in the mood for this.” you say as you reach a hand into his jeans, grasping for his hardening dick. You kiss your way back down his chest and you lick and softly bite his nipple, as the heroine in the book did to the hero.

“Mmmmmm that’s different.” your husband says, but you feel him stiffening in your hand.

“I need your ‘throbbing manhood’.” you respond, unfastening his jeans, so it is free for you to use.

“Did they really say that in your book?” he asks softly chuckling.

You move down his body until you have it right before your face, gripping firmly in your hand. “Yes, that is one of her descriptions. As she talks about the main character grabbing her lover’s cock and sucking it so it’s hard enough for her to ride.” you say with desire in your voice.

“Something you know all about.” Your husband says with a smile as he shifts a bit, so he is lying on his back. You release him and his hard cock lies on against his belly.

“His manhood rested upon his rippling abs.” you quote as you help pull his jeans all the way off.

“They aren’t ‘rippling abs’, but..” he starts, but you interrupt him.

“You are always exactly what I want.” then you take his prick and slowly lick the tip. You enjoy oral, but right now with the descriptions in the book firing you up, you want to suck him firmly and then ride him hard.

“‘His thick, veiny cod was larger than she expected’.” you say in a breathless tone and then take it in your mouth, feeling it press down your tongue as you take him deeper. The speed at which you did this apparently surprises your husband.

“Wow, you really want it.” he says gripping the edge of the couch in surprise.

You enjoy the familiar feeling of it filling your mouth and going against the back of your throat. As you pull it out, all shiny with your saliva, you stroke it firmly. “‘She was filled with desire to have him hold her down and vigorously enter her over and over again’.” You say stroking it faster.

“Ok, let’s do it.” he responds as you let him get up.

You then bend over the couch, still wearing your comfy sweatpants. You feel him pull them down, along with your panties, and hold you against the couch. “‘Held down and entered vigorously’, you said?” as you feel the tip of his cock press against your wet pussy lips. One hand holds yours down, against the couch and the other presses on you lower back as he thrusts in quickly. “Uuuuhhhh. Mmmmm” you moan as you feel him entering you faster than usual.

It’s so different than his normal slow working in and out until he is all the way in. This time you feel his balls against your clit in one quick motion. His hands press harder as he goes in and out rapidly.

“‘His barbarian…. wildness…. fueled… his desires’.” you say as your husband fucks you with a wild energy he hadn’t done in years. “Yes…. Fuck me harder.” you say panting in pleasure.

He stops holding you down and grabs your hips, pulling you against him faster and faster. “Yes…. my wild….. barbarian….fuck me hard.” You say imagining the muscled hero in the book, savagely using you, as you are the strong heroine matching his intensity and bouncing back against him.

Pleasure builds up in you and you reach down to rub your clit. Rubbing it in small circles, you press down as you feel your husband thrust all the way in and hold it. He’s grunting and sweating as you feel him inside of you while your pussy pulses around him in pleasure. His cock throbs inside of you as he cums. “Yes!” you exclaim as your wave of pleasure moves through you too.

As much as you love sex with your husband, you rarely both climax together, but this time you are both breathing hard and damp with sweat.

He slowly pulls his softening member from you and leans forward kissing you. His lips feel so wet and warm against yours. “Is that what you wanted, Honey?” he says siting on the couch and pulling you on top of him.

“You are my hero and my lover. Everything I need.” you respond hugging him and kissing him.

“Should we clean up and get dressed? Or do you want to go back to reading your book with your pussy full of my ‘seed’?”

“Let’s wash up. Afterwards, why don’t you get something for dinner that fits my mood?” You say with a hungry tone in your voice.

“I don’t think they have pheasant or wild boar.” He says with a laugh.

“The story mentions grilled salmon and smoked herring.” you say as you pull off your pants and top, walking towards the bathroom.

“Ok, after we clean up, I’ll go the store and get some fish. Maybe they have some already made up.”

You turn and kiss him, “And maybe afterwards, I will be in the mood to reward my ‘brave hero’ again.” 
 “I can only hope.” He says hugging you firmly.

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Business Trip Encounter of a Different Kind

 

“She can’t be looking and smiling at me.” you think to yourself as you sit at the hotel bar. Glancing around you realize you are her target, so you smile back.  She gets up and moves to a stool next to you.  As she walks you see her breasts bounce in her loose blouse, and her shapely legs in her knee-length skirt. She sits down and asks, “How are you doing?”

You sip your scotch and soda, tell her how that you are in town on a business trip, and today was a good day as you met with the local management team.  You offer her a drink which she accepts.

After she takes a sip, she leans in and asks, “Can we go up to your room?”

You loosen the tie around your neck, and take another sip of your drink. “Are you a ‘working girl’?” you ask feeling a little nervous.

She smiles, “No, I’m just a housewife who enjoys picking up ‘tired businessmen’ and having sex with them.” As you look more closely at her face, you notice that she is older than you at first thought. She is still gorgeous, but older.

“So what’s the catch? Won’t your husband get jealous or worried about you?”

“No.  The ‘catch’ is that he wants to be in the room and watch as you fuck me.”

You take another sip of your drink, “Wait a second.  Your husband is here? And wants to follow, so he can watch?”

She turns her head and smiles at an older, balding man, wearing a polo shirt and slacks.  He looks like just another guest having a quiet drink.

“So if I agree to this, we all go to my room. I have sex with you, your husband watches, and then you leave?”

She nods and takes one of your hands and places it on her knee.  “Yes. No money, no threesomes, just you and me, and my husband can get his kicks watching you fuck me.”

You think about it for a moment. They guys in the office told you that these trips to the remote sites could get wild. They even hinted at random pick-ups at hotel bars. But you didn’t think it would be like this.

The bartender comes up, “Do you want a refill?”

“No.  Charge mine and hers to my room.” Then you stand up and extend your hand. “Shall we go up to my room?”

As she stands up and straightens her skirt, her husband comes over. “Hi.  I’m glad you agreed to this.” You shake his hand and introduce yourself.

‘I’m Hank, and this is my sexy wife, Barb. She is a ‘hot wife’. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You nod, looking her up and down as you shake his hand. “She sure is.”

She holds both yours and Hank’s hands as you enter the elevator.  As the doors close, she kisses Hank on the mouth, and then turns and does the same to you. Her lips are warm and smooth against yours. You feel her tongue tease your mouth as she kisses you harder, still holding both you and Hank.

The door opens on your floor and you go to your room. The room is a standard corporate hotel room, with a king-sized bed, desk, dresser, and a couple of chairs.

Barb looks at Hank, and motions to a large chair in the corner of the room. “Sit down and watch.” She then turns to you. “Do you want to help undress me, or should I undress you first?”

You pull your sports coat off, along with your tie, and throw them on the dresser. “Let me undress you, Barb.” You step closer to her and slowly unbutton her blouse.  “Are there any rules I need to follow?”

“There are a couple,” she says in a breathless tone as you remover her top and see her breasts filling her lace-trimmed bra. She allows you to reach behind her and unsnap her bra. “First, I say stop whenever I want.” a simple statement that you nod to. “Second, to enter my pussy, you have to wear a condom.”

“Of course.” you respond as you slide the bra straps down her arms, looking at her gorgeous pink nipples.

She places her hand on your chin and redirects your eyes to hers.  “Third.  Oral and Vaginal only.  My ass belongs to my husband.”

You quickly glance over at Hank who is nodding at you, as he unzips he pants.

“I agree to all of it.” You say and then kiss her passionately.

Your right hand grasps her left breast, as your other hand reaches up under her skirt.

You feel the silky texture of her stockings as you caress her inner thigh, moving up and feeling the damp fabric of her lacy panties. Slowly your fingers rub her panties against her pussy lips. You kiss your way down her neck and chest, feeling her smooth skin with your lips.

Her breasts are so round and full as you slowly lick around her left nipple.

“Mmmmm” she moans from what you are doing with both your tongue and your fingers.

She places her hands on your head as you firmly suck her nipple, feeling it harden in your mouth.

Sliding the crotch of her panties to one side, you tease her wet pussy lips with the tip of your finger, moving it up and down, around and across.

You stop sucking her hard nipple and bring your wet fingertip to your mouth, tasting her juices.

She has a slightly musky scent you lick your finger.

You reach behind her and unzip her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, revealing her stocking clad legs and trimmed patch under her panties. “So tasty looking. Lie down on the bed.”

She does with her legs still on the floor.  You remove her shoes, and rub her feet for a moment, before bending her knees and kissing the inside of her right thigh.  Her skin is still so smooth and warm as you kiss and lick your way closer to her wet snatch.

“Wait a minute.” she says as she raises her hips and slides her panties across her ass.  “Yes, that’s better.” you say as you grasp the waistband and slide them off her.

Looking more closely, her pussy looks so hungry. Her lips parted and her clit visible. “Mmmm” you comment. “So tasty.” then you lick up and down.  You get a richer flavor as you lick her. 

She reaches for your hair and rubs your head as you lick her. Thrusting your tongue deeply into her and then licking up and around her clit. She moans in pleasure, so you suck her clit as firmly as you sucked her nipple.  She moans louder and pulls your hair.

“Yes, lick her till she cums.” you hear a voice, forgetting that Hank is watching.

You put your hands under Barb’s ass and thrust your tongue deeply into her again. You want to taste her enjoyment so you suck her clit again as you slide two fingers into her pussy, working them in and out, twisting and trusting.  She pulls your head tighter against her as she humps your mouth. You feel her pulse around your fingers and her thighs tighten around your head as she cums.

A moment later she releases you. “You are good at that. Let me show you what I can do.” she says as she sits up, and undoes your pants.  Your hard dick has already tented your briefs. As she slides them down, she smiles. “You look tasty too.” You feel her tongue on your tip as she grips your base and slowly licks around it. Then you feel her warm, wet mouth on you.  She sucks you, and then takes you deeper. Placing your hands on her head, you slowly thrust into her mouth.

“Yeah, fuck that slutty mouth of hers.”

Working your hips, you go deeper and faster. Barb’s mouth feels so good. You almost want to just blow your load here and not worry about fucking her. That feeling of pleasure is building in you and you hold her head steady as your cock throbs and shoots cum in her mouth. She swallows it all down.  “Mmmmm You are tasty.” she says with a grin.

“We have both cum. Should we stop here?” you ask.

Hank stands up, with his cock still in his hand.  “I want my turn, if you aren’t going to fuck her tonight.”

You have never, in-person watched another couple have sex. And it is a hotel room so you can always get fresh bedding.  “Ok do it.” you say as you sit down in the chair Hank had been in.

You watch as Hank and Barb make passionate love to each other. Hank licking her pussy and ass, then Barb riding him as he lies on his back. You slowly stroke yourself as you watch her orgasm from grinding her clit against her husband.

Hank takes a small tube of lube from her purse and squirts on her open asshole. Then he butt-fucks his wife like a man possessed. He then trusts and holds it as he fills his wife’s ass.

You jerk yourself until you cum all over your hand. Everyone is sweaty and panting from it, including you.

“That was amazing.” you say as you wipe yourself off with a towel, and then hand them towels too.

“I’m glad you had fun.” Barb says. Hank writes a phone number on the hotel note pad on the desk. “Next time you are in town, call us. If you want to do this again.”

You smile, as they are dressing, and you put on a hotel bathrobe. “I definitely will.” you say.

Barb kisses you on the cheek, “And if your friends will be in town, call us too.”

You nod. “Goodnight and drive safe.” you say.

Closing the door, you look at the phone number.  “No one would believe this, even if I did tell them.”

The News and Angry Sex

 

These times are so stressful. At home, when you wake up, the news is on the radio. You and your wife agreed that getting the weather, traffic, and headlines was important as you had a quick breakfast, made lunch, and head off to work.

But recently the headlines have all been about the government, the economy, and politics. As you get out of bed, you shake your head in frustration. “They can’t be that stupid.” “Are they trying to mess things up for ordinary people?” “This can’t be real; they must have another plan.” Turning off the radio, you head to the bathroom to clean up. Your wife is already there. She got up while you were listening to the headlines.

Wordlessly you shake your head and go to the kitchen to make coffee. “Maybe an English muffin will help with my mood.” You think as you fill the coffee maker and turn it on. You open the breadbox, there aren’t any English muffins. You check the freezer and remember that you said you would pick up more, the next time you went to the grocery store. You sigh and make some toast.

Your wife comes in, her hair damp from the shower, but she’s already dressed for work. “Good Morning Dear, the bathroom is all yours.”

You glance up at the clock. It is later than you thought, so you quickly jump in the shower, forgetting your coffee and toast.

The water is warm but not as hot as you would like it. “Maybe she used most of the hot water.” You mutter to yourself. “There’s always something. If it isn’t the government, then it’s work. If it’s not work, then it’s the house.”

You rinse off and then lather up to shave. You feel angry and irritated as you pull the razor across your cheek. “Damn.” You pressed too hard and cut yourself. Then you take a moment, exhale, look in the mirror, and slow down your strokes. As you bring the razor up under your chin, you hear. “Are you alright Dear? I’m packed and about to go.”

“What?” you ask as you nick your chin. A small cut that quickly bleeds.

In the doorway of the bathroom, your wife is standing there, wearing her pantsuit and jacket, her work bag on her shoulder, and her coat across her arm.

“Are you doing okay? You’re running late.” She says.

You rinse the soap from your face and turn to kiss her.

“Maybe when you get home. You’re bleeding. I have a meeting today and don’t want to get blood on me. I’m leaving. Hurry up and good luck.” She says, turning and heading for the front door.

You dry your face and place a couple of bits of toilet paper over the cuts. “It’s going to be one of those days.” You say to yourself as you quickly dress.

You then go back into the kitchen, fill a travel mug with coffee, and pull your now cold toast from the toaster. “I’ll buy lunch at work.” You say in a resigned tone as you munch on the toast, grab your coat, and climb into your car.

The drive to work is worse than it has been all week. “That’s what they get when they eliminate teleworking from home.” You listen to the news on the radio for a bit, but it just gets you more angry and frustrated. You switch to a music station, but even there, you hear headlines and news comments between songs.

Finally you arrive in the office parking lot. It is filling up so fast, you head to one of the farthest rows away from the building. Not what you really want, but you can use the walk into the building to calm yourself.

Sitting at your computer, you check emails. A number of them are from clients asking if the company will still support your contracts. You respond to each one, saying something like “Of course. We always honor our agreements. Whether you are a Government Agency, a Private Company, or a Small Business, you will continue to support them.”

Soon your supervisor walks over, and notices one of your responses. “Hey, pause those for now. There will be a meeting in the conference room in a bit. I think it is related to what clients are asking.”

“Ok, Will do.” You respond, then get an email from the front office about “All Departments Meeting at 10:00am.” You click, the “I will be there” response, and pick up your mostly empty coffee mug. As you walk to the coffee pot, you overhear people talking. “I hear all of the government funding was cancelled.” “Something about how our contracts supported ‘Woke’ companies” “Hopefully during the meeting, we’ll find out.”

As you sip your coffee and listen, you want to comment, but you really don’t know what’s going on. Hopefully you will get some answers soon. You sit back at your desk and sip your coffee. You could call your wife. Her voice always sounds so good, but what you really want is her to be there, so you could take her into storage closet and let her give you a blow job. It is your favorite “workplace fantasy”. Just the thought of your wife, hiding under your desk with her soft lips on you, has you getting hard. A reminder note about the meeting pops up on your computer screen. You sigh, grab your travel mug and a notepad, and head to the large conference room.

It is rare that you attend a meeting here, and even rarer to see the place packed. You grab a chair near the door and try to relax. The voices in the room are a mixture of comments similar to what you heard getting coffee.

The Director walks in and the room goes quiet, as he approaches the podium and a graphic slide fills the space behind him.

“Good Morning Everyone. Let me first say, I am proud of the work you do. Regardless of what you hear or read in the news; I want you to know I am very happy with the work all of you have done for the company.”

For the next few minutes he continues on, in typical corporate speak, talking about how, “in the past the company has been profitable, supporting all of its clients. Its government contracts were the main pillar of this support, etc.” This continues for a few more minutes and you start to get bored, until. “Today that all changed. The government suspended all of its contracts with us, pending further review.” You and those sitting around you, all raise your hand to ask why, but before you can ask the question, the director motions with his hands for you to all lower yours. “Next slide, please.” He says, and a statement that is standard in almost all of the company’s contracts fills the screen. “We offer competitive prices by utilizing source diversity to purchase the best items at the lowest prices.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, according to the letter we received from our government contract representative, all contracts and programs related to ‘Diversity, Equality, and Inclusion’ are cancelled or suspended. Corporate Legal is already addressing this but until it is resolved, all government contract support is halted. You can still support your private industry and small business clients, but until you hear otherwise, all government support is paused.”

You are stunned, and have a desire to get back to your desk and reread all of your earlier emails. But for now you just sit and let the director continue. “At this time, all your jobs are secure, but that could change, depending on what we hear from Legal. Work with your supervisors to ensure that all of your outstanding invoices are logged and….”

You slowly shake your head. “This is stupid” you mutter to yourself as you take a sip of coffee from your mug.

After the meeting, you click on your inbox and you see a canned response for your government clients drafted up by corporate legal. You dutifully copy it and send it to each one. By the time you send it to your last one, a logistics office you have worked with for years, you are cursing under your breath, “Dumb ass mother fuckers.” You look at the clock and see that it’s lunchtime. Normally you would have a few of your buddies meet you at the corner café, but today you will just get a sandwich to-go and eat it at your desk.

“Fucking stupid cocksuckers. They wouldn’t know source diversity if it rammed up their asses.” You say in a low tone as you walk out of the office. Apparently a few people hear you and give you strange looks. You exhale slowly and say, “I’m sorry. Just frustrated for my clients.” A few folks nod, including a guy who you think works in accounting, who gives you a weak smile and a thumbs up “It will clear up in a few days.”

The rest of the day, you feel like you’re in a fog. You don’t remember eating your sandwich, but you have the empty wrapper at your desk. Near the end of the day, your supervisor comes by, “Are you doing alright?”

You nod and smile. “Yeah, I’m okay. We have other clients, and we’ll keep supporting them.”

“Ok, but I know that the government contracts were the biggest part of what you do. Are you sure you’re okay? I heard you cussing and cursing earlier, and I don’t blame you. I’m angry too, but….”

“But what can you do about it? Legal needs to fix it. I know.” You respond in a depressed tone.

“Ok. Head home and I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says walking away.

You feel almost numb walking out of the building. The parking spaces closest to the building are all empty as you walk to your car. The traffic going home is almost double what the morning ‘rush hour’ was. To occupy your mind, you flip stations on the radio. You try to find music to relax to, but you keep hitting commercials that you have heard too many times, or news reports that just make you angry. As you get closer to your house, you just turn the radio off and drive in silence, but that is almost worse, because your anger is just building.

You walk into the house and hear your wife ask “Did you stop by the store on the way home?”

“Fuck no. Dammit I forgot” you respond angrier than you planned.

She comes out of the bedroom, having changed from her work clothes into her workout clothes. The yoga pants accent her curvy body so well.

“It’s okay. I’ll go on my way back from the gym.” She says, then looks more closely at you. “Are you feeling okay?”

You walk up to her and kiss her, a kiss that still has angry energy behind it. “It was a rough day.” You say, resting a hand on her sports bra covered breast and pressing your forehead against hers.

“Do you want to tell me about it? I don’t have to go out.”

You kiss her again, your one had grabbing a handful of her soft hair, as your other one caresses her breast through the bra. “What I really want is you.” You say in an almost animalistic tone.

“All right.” She responds, reaching down and undoing your belt. “Maybe a workout, right here in the hallway might make you feel better?” The tone of her voice drops to a seductive tone.

You get hard as you feel her open your pants, and you slide your fingers under her sports bra. Her nipple hardens as you roll it with your fingertips. Your other hand pulls her hair firmly as you kiss her neck.

Her hand is warm on your hard cock as she reaches and grips it. You press her down to her knees, and pull her head back, so her mouth is open. Her pretty mouth looks so inviting. She isn’t used to you being so direct as to what you want, but she doesn’t resist.

You rub your sensitive tip around her lips and then into her wet, warm mouth. It feels so good. You place both your hands on her head and slowly move back and forth. You imagine her under your desk, sucking you off as everyone is working. Your favorite work fantasy.

She grabs your ass to steady herself as you go deeper into her mouth with each trust. A gagging sound comes from her, which turns you on even more, but you want her moans instead. You pull out, stand her up, turn her around, pull down her yoga pants and panties, and thrust into her damp pussy. You hold her against the wall, pressing her as you fuck her harder and faster.

“Oh…. Yes…..” You hear her moan. You grab her hips and thrust harder.

“Yeah, take it. Take it deeper.”

Backing up a bit, you give her room to bend over. “That’s it. Show me how you want it. Your sexy ass. So tight and firm from working out.”

She does as you command, bending over. She seems excited by your forceful tone. The anger from the whole day seems to be moving through you as you grab her harder and trust deeper. “You like it, don’t you?” You say through gritted teeth.

“Yes….Fuck me….Cum in me….” She moans.

You continue until you start sweating, then you thrust hard and hold it inside of her. You feel pressure and pleasure release as you shoot your cum inside of her.

Slowly you slide your softening dick from her, as semen drips from her wet pussy. Standing up straight, she asks “Do you feel better?”

You nod as you wipe beads of sweat from your forehead.

“Good.” She says in a hungry tone. “My turn.” Taking your hand and pulling you into the bedroom. She has you lie on the bed and she mounts your face. Her wet pussy smells of desire and cum. “You aren’t the only one who needs release. Show me what you can do.” She commands.

Obediently you lick her wet lips, tasting the sour, acrid, flavor of your spunk mixed with her natural juices. You lick deeper as she presses her cunt harder against you. Rocking back and forth, she pins you down. “Lick me, lick it deeper.”

The tone in her voice is almost angry. Her clit rubs against your nose as she rocks her hips forward. “Use your whining little mouth to make me cum. You bitch about the news. Use that tongue for something that makes a difference.”

She rides you harder. Her enthusiasm turns you on and you are hard again.

Her pleasure builds and her pussy pulses against your mouth. She is breathing harder but she notices your hard cock behind her. She slides down your body and puts your hard-on inside of her. “Let’s not waste this.” She says he rides you until both of you cum again.

You are both sweating and breathing hard as she lies next to you.

“Do you feel better?” she asks.

“I do. Should I tell me about my day?” you answer.

“Only if I can tell you about mine too. But how about we shower, and order some take out, first?”

You kiss her, softer and more relaxed. “Of course. Do you want to shower together, to save hot water?”

“Sure. Let’s do things that make sense. There’s enough craziness in the world.” She says heading for the bathroom.

“Yes, but as long as I have you, it’ll all work out.” You say stripping off the rest of your clothing and following her.

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AAA Detective Story - Who's the Father - Part 7

 

Ken gets into his car and looks at his watch. It’s not even 6pm yet. Too early to go straight to the Coconut Club. But if he swings by the Palace Hotel, he might be able to deliver a message then go to the club.

Parking on the street, he walks into the lobby. He looks around and sees Frank Jackson, sitting in a chair, reading the evening paper.

“Is that what you do all day? Read the morning papers and then the evening ones? It must be such a tough job.” Ken says with a laugh.

“Oh, it is. Especially when I have to deal with mugs like you.” Franks says, laughing as he folds the paper and stands up. “Are you here to bother more of our residents?”

“Nothing of the sort. I just thought you might to know one of your ‘residents’ got pinched in a vice net.”

“So Mister Powell was sitting at the table when the cops showed up?”

“Frank, You didn’t hear it from me, but they raided a joint which also had young girls working. Girls being used.” Ken says as he lowers his voice.

“Are they going to hold him?”

“I really don’t know. But I think that if you see him return, you should recommend that he pack up and leave.”

“Why’s that?” Frank asks. “If he’s released shouldn’t I…”

“Given some of your other guests, do you really want someone who the cops are watching, living here?”

Frank thinks for a second and nods. “Okay, let me talk with the Manager.”

Ken extends his hand. “I will leave it up to you. As I said, you didn’t hear it from me. If you really want, you can call some of your friends downtown and get the real scoop.”

Frank shakes it. “I might. Are you going to hang around?”

Ken looks at his watch. “I can’t. I have another meeting.”

“Ok. See you around.”

“If I’m doing my job right, you won’t.” Ken says with a smile.

As he drives to the Coconut Club, Ken mutters to himself, “I can’t believe how quickly everyone believed that ‘Sugar Daddy’ was going to sell ‘Doll’. There was no real proof he did anything other than gamble and have sex with her. It is amazing how everyone jumped to conclusions, just like I wanted.”

As he gets out of the car, looks down at himself. “I probably should have gone home and changed.” His suit looks wrinkled, but the rumpled, hard-boiled detective look fits him.

He checks his coat and hat, smiling and winking at the girl. She smiles back but she probably does that to everyone, Ken thinks.

He finds a table not too close to the bandstand but not too far away. The band is doing its warmup set of a few swing dance standards. A waitress in a sleeveless shirt, short skirt, and nylons asks him what he wants. He was going to say a cup of coffee but then he realized he isn’t working so he says “Gimme a Cuba Libre.” She nods and comes back in a few minutes.

Joan comes from behind the bandstand, straightening her skirt, and sits down. “Boss, do you need me to sit in on this one?”

He takes a sip, enjoying the flavor of island rum, coke, and hint of lime. “No. But you can sit here until he arrives. So did Pete get his mouth warmed up?” He asks with a wink.

She smiles “You know it. He made my knees so wobbly I had to wait a bit before I came out.”

“I might have to ask him for some pointers.” He responds with a wicked grin.

A large man still wearing an overcoat walks up with Theodore Huddler trailing behind him. “Is you Mister Cooper?” the big palooka asks.

Ken notices the bulge in the jacket where a pistol is probably concealed.“Yes, I am, and this is my associate Miss Joan…”

Mister Huddler steps forward and interrupts. “I thought this meeting was to be just between us. Mister Cooper.”

Ken extends his hand, “Mister Huddler, it is. Joan was just keeping the chair warm for you. Please sit.” He then pulls a couple of bills from his pocket and says, “Joan, why don’t you go to the bar and wait as we talk.” She takes the money and slowly walks away. Her hips swaying in an exaggerated manner. The muscle looks at her for a moment and then to Teddy who nods and motions for him to follow her.

He then sits down without shaking Ken’s hand, and looks around for a moment.

“You know your business. The music is loud but not too loud for us to talk, we are off to the side, but not so it looks like we are hiding. Hillary was right, you know your business.”

The waitress walks up, “What can I get you?”

Theadore turns towards her, pulls a $10 bill from his money clip, “I will have a pina colada. And some privacy.”

She takes the money and nods. “I’ll be right back.”

Ken watches as she goes to the bar, and says something to the cigarette girl, who then whispers something to the busboy.

“You seem to know your business too, Mister Huddler. Should we wait for your drink or just start talking?”

Theodore leans forward, “I want to thank you for killing Oscar. I probably shouldn’t say that but Oscar always was trouble.”

Ken sips his drink. “You don’t need to thank me. He had kidnapped Julie, I was paid to rescue her. If he hadn’t pulled a gun, he’d still be alive.”

“I don’t think so, Mister Cooper, Oscar was already losing control. He wanted us to start carrying cargo that our family doesn’t associate with. I reminded him that, even though it could be profitable, there are other families who are already involved.”

Ken nods. “I understand. During the war, I encountered some of that. What did you do during the war, if I might ask.”

The waitress quietly brings the white frothy drink in a large hurricane glass, then wordlessly turns and leaves. Theodore sips it using the straw.

“I ran my family’s business. We lost so many drivers and trucks to the war effort, but we still had to maintain things moving stateside.”

Ken leans in, “Do you have trouble with the Teamsters? I heard that unions cause people like you big headaches.”

Teddy leans in, almost conspiratorially, “Really? Which people? Wealthy families or homosexuals?” He winks and then leans back sipping his drink.

Ken shakes his head slowly and smile. “You got me with that one, Mister Huddler. But seriously, do you have union troubles?”

Teddy shakes his head, “No. The demands made for drivers’ pay and work hours are all understandable. It is just good business to offer a living wage and hire good people. During the war, we hired who we could get, and when the war ended, we kept the good ones and let the other ones go.”

“Do ‘the good ones’ all look the same?” Ken asks in a roundabout way.

“If you are asking if we kept on or hired black and Spanish drivers, of course. We proudly hired some “Red Ball Express” veterans.” Teddy comments in an almost proud tone. “But we aren’t here to talk about my company’s labor practices, or why you killed Oscar. I want to know why you are following me and asking about my son.” He says as he sets down his glass and leans in.

Ken sets his highball glass down and runs his fingers though his hair. “It was a misunderstanding and a feeling. I looked at the photo of you in the paper a week or so ago and it didn’t sit right. I wasn’t working on a case, and I felt like there was something where there wasn’t. I’m sorry.”

“So why were you watching the penthouse at the Palace?”

“I was on a case. Your neighbor there was ‘wining and dining’ my client’s wife. I was just gathering info. While I was taking photos, I happened to notice you and your personal secretary. I called to mention that if I could see, then others, who might have something against you, could see too.”

Teddy leans back and sips his drink for a moment, thinking.

Before he can say anything, the lights go down and a spot light points to the stage, and Julie Schmidt moves to the center. Looking around at the faces in the club, she notices both Ken and Teddy at a side table. She nods toward them then whispers something to the band leader.

Turning towards the crowd again she says into the microphone, “Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for coming out tonight to the Coconut club. The band and I are always happy to see everyone. Let me start off the night with something a little different.”

She steps off the stage, the spot following her as the band begins a version of “My Funny Valentine”. She sings without the microphone, but her clear full voice fills the club. “My Fun-ny Val-en-tine, Sweet Com-ic Val-en-tine….”

She walks from table to table, smiling and winking at the people seated there.

As she gets closer to Ken and Teddy she sings “Your looks are laugh-able….Un-photo-gra-ph-able…..Yet you’re my favor-ite work of art.” She reaches down, takes Kens drink, and sniffs it, hands it back, she then winks and blows a kiss to Teddy before turning and continuing to make her way around the club.

Ken watches her as she glides so effortlessly from table to table.

“She is a beauty to behold, Mister Cooper.” Teddy says as he watches her too.

“I didn’t think she was your type?”

“She isn’t, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t find her beautiful to watch and listen to. I may be gay but I’m not dead.”

She continues around and whispers something to the cigarette girl who nods and makes her way towards Ken and Teddy’s table.

When Julie takes the stage again, she says something to the band leader again. He nods in response and says something to the band.

She grabs the microphone and says “Ok, lets speed things up a bit.”

The drummer picks up the tempo and the horns start as she begins singing “Cuban Pete”.

“Mister Cooper and Mister Huddler” the cigarette girl says as she makes it to their table.

“Miss Julie said you might want to continue your talk in her dressing room. It’s much more private. Please follow me.” She walks towards the backstage.

Ken and Teddy grab their drinks and follow. Joan sees them moving. Ken nods for her to sit at their now empty table. She slowly nods and moves from the bar to the table. Ken notices the gunsel following her. Teddy nods and makes a hand motion for him sit and stay. So they both occupy the formerly empty table.

Once again Ken admires how sexy the cigarette girl is. She opens the door with a key. “Miss Julie said to relax. I can have a waitress check on you if you need.”

Teddy enters the room, “Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.”

“I agree. By the way, what time do you get off?”

“I finish at closing time.” She says with a wink and a smile.

“If you want a bite to eat after work, I know great little all night diner.” Ken responds.

“Maybe Mister Cooper. Enjoy your night.” She says closing the door behind her.

Teddy is seated in a soft chair, leaving only the stool or the dressing bench. Ken opts for the stool.

“I wonder why she offered us her room?” Ken asks aloud.

Teddy sips his drink and sets it on the vanity. “She probably knows more about Oscar and my wife than I thought and wanted to give us privacy.”

Ken almost chokes on his drink. “Wait!, What? Is Oscar the father of your son?”

Teddy almost looks disgusted by the thought and says in a very serious tone. “No. I am his father.”

Ken looks perplexed. “Okay, Theodore, then back things up and help it make sense. What was between your wife and Oscar?”

Teddy sighs and sits back in the chair. “You already know that Oscar was trying to take control of the family business.”

Ken silently nods and listens.

“Our father stipulated that I, as the eldest son got the company. Oscar only got what I gave him. When he got involved in drugs and wanted to use our trucks and ships to ferry them around, I told him ‘No’ and I cut him out of the family.” Teddy looks at Ken for a response but seeing none, he continues. “One night he broke into our home and apparently found Karen alone in our bedroom. He was high on drugs and attacked her. He tried to rape her. I was in the study with Ramon when I heard her scream. I rushed into the room, pulled him off of her and had Joseph and Ramon throw him out.”

“Ramon is….”

“My private secretary. He is a wonder at taking care of my needs.” Teddy says in an almost wistful tone.

“Did you file a police report?”

“No. We increased the security around the house and made sure that Karen was never alone.”

“So how do you know that he isn’t the father?” Ken asks, taking a large sip of his drink.

“I stopped him before he entered her, if you must know. After that, Karen had me spend every night with her. She also wanted me to get her pregnant. She didn’t want Oscar to try again and maybe succeed.”

“Why was having a child so important?”

“According to my Will, unless I sell the company, control of it goes to my heirs. Oscar must have thought that if Karen was carrying his child, he could somehow be brought back into the family.” Teddy shakes his head in almost disbelief.

“So, you went to fulfill your husbandly duties to your wife, until you she was with child? What did Ramon and your other boy toys think about this?”

Teddy straightens up, “Mister Cooper, I don’t know what gossip you have heard, but aside from my wife, Ramon is the only one I am with. It is an arrangement that we have agreed to. We stay married to each other and we are each allowed one extra-marital partner.”

Ken finishes his drink and sets the empty glass on the vanity. “Ok, here is the $1,000 question. How do you know that Karen’s lover isn’t the father.”

Teddy breaks out into smile that grows into a full-throated laugh. “Mister Cooper. You are good at your job but not perfect. My lovely wife Karen has a lover, but there is no way that she can get pregnant by her.”

Ken stares for a moment. “Oh my God.” All the pieces fit together. Hillary and Karen. “Uncover things that we don’t want out.” He mutters.

“Mister Cooper, you are a very good detective. I would like to put you on retainer.” Teddy pulls out his money clip and places a $100 bill on the vanity.

Ken looks at the money, “Why? For what?”

Teddy takes his glass and finishes his drink. “You warned me about Ramon needing curtains. An unscrupulous man would have just taken photos and tried to blackmail me. You think like an agent and try to counter things. What is that radio program? ‘Counterspy’ or something like that? I want you hire you as my ‘counterspy’.”

“Mister Huddler, I don’t know anything about corporations or business espionage. That’s not my line of work.” He says looking at the money.

“Oh, I realize that.” Teddy says standing up and looking at his watch. “I need to go home. Tell Julie, thank you for allowing us to use the room. Keep the hundred dollars, call me tomorrow with your answer. Good night.” He says extending his hand, which Ken shakes.

“Good night.”

Ken sits on the stool for a moment, thinking about everything, as he reaches into his breast pocket for a cigarette. Before he can light it, he remembers that Julie doesn’t allow smoking in her dressing room.He gets up, grabs the empty glasses, and heads back into the club with the unlit fag still in his mouth. He sees Joan sitting alone, watching the band. “She must be watching Pete.” Ken mutters before he sits down.

“What did you say, Boss? Are you and Mister Huddler all done?”

He sets down the empty glasses and pulls the $100 bill from his pocket. Grabbing his lighter he lights his cigarette. Looking at the bill he says, “Joan, how would you like us to be on retainer to the Huddlers?”

“Is that what the C-Note is for?” she asks looking at the bill.

“I have to call him tomorrow with my answer.” He exhales a puff of smoke.

“It could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” She says doing a bad Bogart impression.

“That it could. That it could.” He says.

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AAA Detective Story - Who's the Father - Part 6

Ken drives to the Fletcher’s apartment. It’s an old brownstone that probably used to belong to a single family before it was remodeled and subdivided to hold half a dozen families. He glances in his folder. Apartment 2B. The door to the building is open and he walks up the stairs to the second floor. The doors all have dull brass numbers on them. At 2B he stops and knocks. “Misses Fletcher?”

The door cracks open, a safety chain visible on the inside. “Yes? What do you want?”

“I’m Ken Cooper. You spoke with my secretary, Joan this morning. Can I come inside? Your husband hired me, but I want to talk to you first.” He says holding up the folder and tapping it with his fingers.

She starts to close the door saying “I don’t know what you are talking about. I just don’t feel well today, that’s why I didn’t go to work.”

Ken slides a photo of her and Marcus in the Palace lobby in the door crack. “Do you want your husband to see this, before we have a chance to talk?”

The door closes all the way. After a moment he hears the chain move and then she opens the door. She is wearing a bathrobe and looks like she has been crying.

“Please come in…Mister…”

“Cooper, Ken Cooper.”

She motions for him to sit on a kitchen chair. He glances around the apartment. It is small, as he suspected, but it has an electric range, an ice box, and a sink, right next to the bathtub. A curtain surrounds what is probably the toilet. A Murphy bed is tucked into the wall and there is a radio on the kitchen table. “A nice little place”, he thinks to himself.

“Would you like some coffee?” she asks in a nervous voice.

“No thank you. Please sit down.” He responds, placing the folder on the table and opening it.

She does, taking a hanky from her pocket and wiping her eyes. “So Robby hired you to follow me?” She then starts looking at the photos in the folder. Marcus and her at a café, in a diner, walking into a bar, going into what was probably a club or gaming hall, and of course her in the front seat, with just the top of her head as she was going down on him.

“Would you like to explain things? What I saw was a woman stepping out on her man with a high roller. That’s what I typed up. If you’d gone with Mister Powell, today, I would have handed this entire folder to your husband. I have two questions for you. Why didn’t you? And What do you want me to tell your husband? He is paying me for information.”

Ken leans back in the chair and pulls out a cigarette. Mary stands up and grabs a discolored glass ashtray from the counter and sets it on the table. There is still a butt in it with a faint lipstick smudge. “Thanks.” He says and flicks open his Zippo.

Looking through a small puff of smoke, Ken watches Mary compose herself. “To answer the first question, I didn’t go with Marcus because I was going to break it off. Your secretary stopped me this morning. She was that last little push I needed to stay.”

“Why’s that?” Ken asks taking a slow drag.

“Yesterday when Marcus was losing at cards, he took me to his place.” She says pointing to the photos of them leaving a warehouse and arriving at the Palace.

“Go on.”

“He said I was his “Lucky Charm” and if my luck wasn’t good, he was going to get lucky another way.”

Ken takes his notepad and pen from his coat. “Was this the first time?”

“First time in his apartment, yes. But not the first having sex with him.”

“Where was the first?”

She starts to tear up. She points to a photo of them walking into a cheap bar. “Here. He started losing, and took me to in back. He bent me over, pulled down my panties….” Tears stream down her face. Ken places his hand on hers. “It’s okay, I got the picture.”

She sniffs and dabs at her eyes. “When he was winning, he would celebrate, buy me nice things, and give me cash. But when he lost, he wanted sex.”

“Is that why he was sodomizing you in the car?” Ken asks.

“Doing what?” She asks confused.

Ken points to the photo of her sucking him in the sedan. “Him putting his schlong in your mouth.” She turns red with embarrassment. “Yes. He wanted me to do that again, but I told him that I don’t do that for my husband so I can’t do for him.”

“Is that when he smacked you?” Ken asks leaning back again.

She nods and puts her hand to her cheek, rubbing it. There aren’t any marks but the thought of it seems to be with her.

This continues on for a while. Ken asking her questions and Mary explaining. How she was let go because the cook’s cousin needed a job. That Marcus was a regular at the diner and liked how she looked. Offered to show her around. All she had to do was stand by him and look sexy. When his gambling luck changed, he wanted sex, but she didn’t want that.

Ken flips pages, adding note after note, with his burning cigarette in the corner of his mouth, then he asks, “So what shall we tell your husband?”

She slowly shakes her head. She looks more relaxed, almost relieved. Ken has seen it before, when someone has been holding on to a secret for too long and they just wanted to tell someone. “Mister Cooper, I don’t really know what to say. I love him. I don’t want to leave Robby. I just wanted to feel beautiful and get some cash.”

The phone on the wall rings, and Mary answers it. “Hello? Yes, he’s right here. It’s your office.”

He gets up and takes the receiver. “Yeah, whatcha got?”

He hears Joan’s voice, “Boss, your Flatfoot friend called. They appreciated the tip. Vice apparently raided both warehouses. One was a big game and the other was a joint full of girls wearing fancy rags and meeting with Johns. Boss, you broke up a Cathouse.”

“Do you know which was which?”

“Nah. Why? What’s it to ya?” Joan says in an offhand manner.

Ken smiles for a second. “Oh, just a hunch. Maybe High Roller was going to take Doll to the cathouse, earn a finder’s fee and then go to the game? I’ll talk to Brian. Thanks.” He hangs up the phone and sits back down, crushing out the smoldering butt in the ashtray.

Mary has a shocked look in her eyes as she understands what Ken was saying. “Mister Cooper. Is there any way you can tell Robby that I was helping the police? That when I lost my job, and Marcus picked me up, I knew there was something wrong and went to the police?”

He leans back in the chair again. “Maybe. What’s in it for me?’

She stands up and with trembling hands she opens her robe revealing her shapely body with only a cotton bra and panties. “Is this what you want?” She asks in a shaky tone with tears rolling down her cheeks.

Ken stands up and grabs her hands and sighs. “No That’s not what I meant.” He closes her robe. “Here, sit down.” He says, still holding on to her robe. “I have a reputation for being honest. How will it look if I lie to a client or cover up the truth?”

“What do you want from me?” she asks.

“I’ll tell Robert you were working with the police, but I want you, in your own time, to tell him the truth. Do you have an envelope?”

She gets up and pulls one from a drawer. Ken places the most damaging photos of her and Marcus in it, along with the folded up report. “Hold on to this. I need to make a phone call.”

He quickly dials up Sergeant Mulrooney. Mary listens as Ken says, “Hey Brian. You’re welcome. I’m glad that those tips paid off. Speaking of which, was there any reward? There was for finding some of the girls. White Slavery? Okay. Yeah, I want to split it with Misses Robert Fletcher. She was the one who gave it to me. Can you put in your report that she called you with the information? Yeah, she’s back with her husband and we want everything copacetic. Thanks. We’ll come down to the station tomorrow. See ya’ then.”

She dries her eyes with her handkerchief, “So your friend’ll add it to the report?”

“Yeah” he says as he hangs up the receiver. “Looks like there was a reward for some of the women they found. Some missing girls pushed in the flesh trade. I don’t know how much it’ll be, maybe a couple of C’s but…” He pulls another cigarette from the pack and lights it.

Mary realizes what he is saying. “So tomorrow I might get a hundred dollars or more from the police?”

He blows a cloud of smoke straight up, “Yeah. Tomorrow we can go down to the station together, and pick up your reward.”

She moves closer, her arms open to hug him, but Ken holds out his hand, “Missus Fletcher. I’m glad to see you’re grateful, but shouldn’t you get dressed before your husband comes home. It wouldn’t be right for Mister Fletcher to show up, and you’re still wearing only a robe.”

She looks at the clock by the stove. “You’re right. Give me a minute.”

She walks to the other side of the room and steps behind a decorative changing screen. Ken hears the sound of drawers being pulled open as she pulls out clothing from a bureau or highboy. He flips to a blank page in his note pad and starts writing a field report, detailing the story he will tell Robert when he arrives.

Glancing up, he sees the silhouette of Mary against the thin fabric of the changing screen. Her shapely body as she sits on a stool and pulls on stockings. He imagines what she really looks like behind the screen. How her body would feel, how she would taste, how good she would be as….he stops looking at her and focuses on what he needs to write. He sighs and puffs his cigarette. “Maybe I should have taken her up on her offer.” He says to himself in a low tone.

“What’s that Mister Cooper?” Mary asks. Ken looks up again and sees the outline of a dress slide down her body and cover her. He adjusts how he is sitting to help with the tightness of his slacks.

“I was just saying to myself, that your husband is a lucky man. You love him. What time’ll he get home?”

She steps from behind the screen, the back of her dress still unbuttoned. “He will be home in about an hour or so. Can you help me with the buttons?”

Ken sets the cigarette in the ashtray and comes over, deftly buttoning up her dress.

“There you go. Do you feel more comfortable?” He asks looking up and down, and admiring the house dress. Polka dot print, but it looks good on her.

“Thanks. Is there anything else you need from me? I should start dinner.”

“No. I’ll write up my report and wait for Robert. Whatcha gonna cook?” he asks, sitting back down.

“I’ll make spaghetti.” She says as she pulls out a couple of large pots and places them on the stove. “Shall I make enough for you too?”

“No thanks. Once your husband arrives, I’ll give him a quick report and then I have another meeting to get to.”

Ken focuses on his report. Making it look like a miniature version of a typed report, except for changing it to better reflect the ‘Mary was suspicious and reported to the police’ storyline.

The small apartment soon fills with the smell of tomato sauce and spices. Mary takes out a skillet and fries up meatballs to add to the sauce.

“Missus Fletcher, can I have a glass of water?” Ken asks trying not to think about how good the food smells.

“Of course.” She says as she takes a glass and fills it from a pitcher from the icebox.

The cold water tastes so good as he sips it.

The door opens and Mister Fletcher walks in. “That smells wonderful.” He says before he notices Ken sitting at the table.

Mary rushes up and hugs him before he can remove his coat or set down his lunch-pail. “Robbie. I’m so glad you’re home.” She says squeezing him firmly and kissing him.

He drops his lunch-pail, and it clangs on the floor as he kisses her back.

“What’s that for?” he asks.

“I just missed you all day. I wasn’t feeling well this morning, Robbie, but once I felt better I just wanted to be in your arms.”

He unbuttons his coat, and nods towards Ken. “What’s he doing here?”

Ken stands up. “I’m sorry about this Mister Fletcher, but there was a change in the case and I wanted to deliver my information directly.”

Robert looks from Ken to Mary and back again. “Did you tell her I hired you?”

Ken tears the report pages from his notebook and hands them to Robert. He then gives an official sounding oral version of the report. “Mister Fletcher, your wife was seeing another man, but it wasn’t what you thought. Mister Marcus Powell was a customer at the diner and propositioned her. She thought there was something strange about him and went to the police. They asked her to continue meeting with him until she got a tip they could act upon. She fed information to the cops about a number illicit gaming establishments including one that turned out to also have prostitutes. The police discovered that some girls were missing persons. For her hard work she has earned a reward from the police, which she will be able to get tomorrow.”

Robert looks at the pages in his hands, quickly reading Ken’s notes of dates and locations, then footnotes of information given to the police. Ken then takes the folder off of the table does a quick scan of the photos and logs, ensuring that he hadn’t missed any of the incriminating ones, then hands it to Robert. “Here are the field notes and photos. The various clubs and cafés, and even his hotel, where he pressured your wife into breaking her marriage vows.”

Ken looks over to Mary, and gives a slight nod.

“Yes. Yesterday was the day I knew I couldn’t do it anymore. The police had what they needed and Marcus wanted me to…” She then puts her hand to her mouth and starts crying.

“You have a brave wife, Robert. I don’t think the police fully understood the danger she had been in.” Ken continues. “Apparently if she had met with Mister Powell today, she might have been sold to a white slavery ring.”

“Where is this Mister Powell?” Robert asks, clenching his fists.

“He is in police custody. He was rounded up with his companions during a raid. All thanks to your wife.”

Robert hugs and kisses Mary again. “Oh, my brave girl. I’m sorry I thought you were cheating on me. If you had told me, I wouldn’t have hired Mister Cooper to follow you.”

She kisses Robert again. “The police told me to not tell anyone. Especially my husband. I had to look like I was cheating on you, so Marcus would take me to all those places.”

The sauce on the stove starts to bubble. “Let me stir the sauce. Dinner is almost ready.”

“I could smell it from the street. I’m hungry.”

Ken grabs his coat and hat. “Mister Fletcher. I hope you are satisfied. That closes this case. If you need my services again, just call. You folks enjoy your dinner.”

Closing the door behind him, Ken thinks “She is a clever girl. She rolled into the story details about why the police wanted her to keep seeing him. Hopefully she tells the truth to her husband someday.”

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