Archibald McGillicutty, Privite Investigator

[Samuari]

Archibald McGillicutty is a retired police detective, who came into an inherence, which allowed him to take early retirement, and open his own agency. Not really needing income from the agency, he sees it as a way to keep his hand in, and hopes to keep from growing bored. He takes those cases that interest him, not worrying about the client’s ability to pay. Between cases he amuses himself with his sectary, Bubbles la Moore. She frequently functions as an undercover operative, and hides a brilliant brain inside an eye candy body.

The current case came from a distraught boyfriend who thinks that his stripper girl friend was kidnapped by white slavers that operate a nude dancing club, to recruit and display their wares.


OOC: I’ll take the part of McGillicutty. We’ll need a Miss la Moore, and various characters from the club to start with. Other clients can present cases for investigation. Any body want to play?

 

[Silverlily]

OCC: Ok, I'll play Miss la Moore, but can we change her name to Cookie? Lol, it doesn't matter either way, she'll answer to babe or toots just as easily (from Archibald, anyway).

 

[Samuari]

Cookie, it is

OOC: I'll try REAL hard not make too many puns about crumbs or oreos or dough or ...


IC: "Cookie, where is that file on The Naked Pussy Club? Didn't we send you in undercover last year? I don't remember you finding out any thing then. Ah, hell with the file, just come here tell me what you know?"

 

[Silverlily]

OCC: Hehe, so whadda ya want, a Cookie?

IC: "Sure thing, sugar," I purred, sitting on the corner of his desk. As I crossed my lags, my short black skirt hitched up, showing a healthy stretch of thigh. I rested my elbow on my knee and my chin on my hand. The sweetheart neckline of my red sweater framed my 36Cs perfectly.

"The Naked Pussy Club is one of the most exclusive strip joints in town. The best girls, the best bartenders, the best clientele; if you aren't somebody, you don't get in. They pay well, but every now and then, a girl just stops working there. A lot of their girls aren't local to begin with, so no one ever really knows anything about them.

Also, they have quite a few out-of-town patrons. Big spenders, all of them. That usually when one of the dancers quit. It's just assumed they got a better offer. Why, boss, is something up?"

 

[Samuari]

<sigh>

I absent mindedly stroked her leg looking at those perfect mounds... had to shake my self back to answer her question.

"Tom Garcia looked me up last night. He thinks that his girl, Rita Maxwell, was kidnapped. She was a dancer at the club, and didn't come home one morning. She told him that there had been a lot of big rollers in and that they seemed to focus on her for privite dances, and 'special attention'."

"What is 'Special Attention' any way?"

She had kicked her shoe off, and planted her naked foot in my lap.

 

[Silverlily]

I smiled as Archie ran his hand over my calf. Lightly, I traced the outline of the bulge in his pants with my toes, flexing them to gently knead the hardness there. I leaned back on my hands and stretched, arching my back. My long blonde hair swished against my back as I rolled my head from side to side, working out a feigned crick in my neck. "Well, the manager there did tell me I have a job anytime I want one. I could go back over cover and see if I can find anything."

I continued to tease him with my foot, twisting it this way and that, and watching him pretend to pay attention. "Special attention, huh? Well, if I remember correctly, any girl getting special attention is giving private dances in a separate room. Girls, whose services are requested for such a thing, are paid extra and usually generously rewarded by the clients. Rumor has it, these arrangements are sometimes used as an audition for other things, but I never found out what those other things were." The bulge in Archie's pants was threatening to bust the seam. "I guess the only way to find out, is to go back and see if the manager was serious. The thing is, I haven't stripped in so long, I'm a little out of practice."

 

[husband's nightmare]

club owner

OCC (Hi, you don't mind if I crash this party do you? Or would you two like a little more time alone? lol.I'd like to be the club owner if that's cool with you)

Victor Kurr was a very confident man, confident in all of his abilities. Victor bought the Naked Pussy for a song when it was going to be shut down for not having a liquor liscense. He has always been in the right place at the right time ready to capitalize on any business venture that presents itself. He's easy to spot in the club, he has his own section of tables on a pedisatal that overlooks the stage, perfect for entertaining clients or just catching the shows. There are always at least two women with him and a big guy behind him with no neck named "Truck". Not that he needs to be there, Victor himself is 6'4 195 lbs. long brown hair, but always wears it back in a "wet" pony tail. Never dressed poorly, always has on a suit and shoes that cost more than people make in a month. He's got killers eyes, but a smile that makes women see past them.

The Naked Pussy is open from 7pm 'till 4am, 7 days a week, by special appointment a s well, but it will cost. (Victor likes to sleep late)

"Stop on by. We have a sin for everyone"....

 

[Samuari]

OOC: Welcome Victor. You might consider developing the Club and its inmates. It may be a little while before we visit it. But we'll get there.



IC: Well Cookie, this will likely require you to go back in there. Ah hum... do you need to lock the door and practice? I may need some special attention myself.

 

[Silverlily]

I smirked a little as I got up and slowly strolled over to the door, locking it and pulling the shade. Pressing the play button on the stereo brought a sultry jazz number to life. The steady rhythm pulsed in time with my hips and shoulders as I stalked across the room toward Archie.

I moved my hands up from my thighs and over my tummy to cup my breasts. One after another, the buttons of my sweater came undone until it fell open. I rolled my shoulders, letting the red cashmere slither to the floor. Reaching behind my back, I unzipped my skirt. I turned as I eased the soft black fabric over my hips, giving Archie a glorious view of my derrière and the black g-string and garters that left little to the imagination.

I moved over to Archie's chair and pushed him back away from his desk. Placing my hands on its surface, I arched my back, pushing my bottom up. I could feel his hands running over my seamed stockings, reaching up and cupping my firm ass. Swaying with the music, I stood and unhooked the back of my black lace bra. I spun around, still holding the lace over my breasts. Leaning into Archie, I gradually let the lace fall, leaving my pink nipples at eye level. He moved forward to claim them. Laughing, I pushed him back into his chair, wagging one finger at him. I tugged at the two tiny bows on my g-string. They came unraveled and the small triangle of silk fell to the floor. Wearing only my garters and stockings, I continued to sway with the music.

"Do you need some special attention, baby?" I purred He nodded, so I rolled his chair closer. Straddling hid lap, I undid his tie, teasingly covering his eyes with it. "Should I tie you up, darling?" I asked, laughing, "Leave you at my mercy?" Dropping the tie and taking his face between my hands, I kissed him, the whole time grinding against his crotch. His moans mingled with mine, lost in the kiss.

 

[Samuari]

GULP!

She really knew how to kiss, an art that Cookie had mastered. She was so focused. Seducing me was the only thing that she was doing, and she put everything into it. Her perfume was overpowering. I brought my hands down her flanks as she continued to hold my head, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

She knew me too well. Knew where all my buttons were and how far to push them. Her smooth body writhing in my hands to the beat of an inatiable drummer, Cookie's breasts pushing into my chest, her scent making it increasingly hard to breathe. Bringing me to the brink, she kept grinding her pussy against my cock, leaving a large wet spot, as she dry humped me...

 

[Silverlily]

I could feel Archie's erection straining at his trousers. With a smirk, I rode him a little longer, then slid off his lap. His look of disappointment was quickly replaced by a smile as I started to undo his fly. Taking his rock-hard cock in my hands, I swallowed his length and came back up to tease the tip. He was so hard already, my fingers tight around the head of his cock and my lips, wet and warm, soon brought him to orgasm. Hot cum filled my mouth, which I swallowed, licking the remainder from my lips.

Cleaning him up, I kissed him again. "I'm sorry that was so quick, baby, but we do have work to do." Refastening my bra, I decided to forgo the panties. After my skirt and sweater were back in place, I stepped back into my heels and turned. "Everything back in its place?" I followed his eyes to the g-string on the floor. "Well, the important things anyway."

 

[Samuari]

“Oh no you don’t! Come back here and kiss me properly, wench.” She turned, grinning like the kitten that just swallowed the canary and climbed back in my lap. I fondled her bare ass, as she snuggled in, and took my head back into her hands. I studied her face, make up smeared, lipstick gone, and as beautiful as I had ever seen it. Kissing me deeply her taste had changed, thanks my cum; but there was no doubt that I was still kissing my sugar Cookie. “Greedy, you know that we always share.”

I slipped a finger into her wet cunt, feeling her swollen lips pulse with need. She moaned into our kiss and began to drive her hips against my hand, forceing a second and third finger deep insinde her. She opened her mouth wider, biting my lips, as she pushed hard against my body. "I want it all." She groaned, pushing against my hand. I pulled my fingers out and made a fist just before she drove her sloppy cunt down on it, pushing my whole hand inside her. I began to open and close my fist. She pulled away from my mouth and screamed. "AAARRRRKKKKHHHHH" A torrent of juice flooded my lap as she found her release. I held her close as she came down, gradually returning from that never-never land that she occupied in orgasim. She looked up at me and gave me that brillent smile that told me that she was indeed back amounst us. "I'm glad you keep a change of clothes here!" She laughed.

I smiled back,“You’re right though, we do have a lot to do. But at least we won’t have to get you dance lessons. You are not going anywhere near that club until we have a way to make certain that we can get you back.”

[Edited by Samuari on 11-08-2000 at 07:40 AM]

 

[husband's nightmare]

Victor's club..

Truck and Victor sat at a table talking during the closed hours of the club. It was the kind of place you would expect, except clean. Blue neon around the stage, a full length bar that ran the length of the place. (wide enough for someone to stand/dance on.) Soft blue carpet, not the thick stuff, but not that indoor/outdoor crap either. It showed that the people who came in didn't spill their drinks, they didn't come in to get drunk, they came in for the girls.

Victor had a few rules: 1)No touching the girls without permission. 2)No cops. period. 3)What he says goes. And of course everyone has a good time and spends money. Lot's of it. The girls here are the best. The best money makers, no amatures, (except Thursdays for amature night. You never know when a great dancer might be out there and just not know it!) Victor took good care of his girls, they had everything they needed, and they took care of him. Victor took 30% of their tips and they still made a killing. Any "side deals" they made, he took half. (for providing the place, protection and sometimes middle-man services.) Victor's favorite girl was Natasha. She was a whisp of a girl only about 103 lbs. 5'1, long blonde hair, but not in a big "done up way" it was straight, soft and golden. She had a nice figure, a little thin but very feminine. She was kind of a pale white, not sickly, but she always looked absolutely radiant in the club. She could always be found kneeling next to Victor, his hand stoking her soft hair. She had the look of a runaway all over her. A lost puppy someone had taken in and she was greatful. Grateful enough to do whatever he asked. Natasha couldn't be more than 19 IF that, and she had already been with him for a few years. Her make-up was always perfect, but understated. You wouldn't even notice it if it weren't for her lipstick. It was a vibrant red, and she only made-up the middle of her lips making her small mouth look even smaller. Like the lips painted on a baby-doll.

But today, Natasha was absent form his side. "Truck, I need you to find some new girls. We have some people coming in this weekend that are from overseas, and I think they would like to take home some...souveneirs. I'm not sure of their tastes, so I want you to start picking out all different kinds of girls."

Truck answered: "Dancers or do you want regulars?" in his usual rough voice. He had a neck injury some time ago and his voice never came back quite right.

"Both." Victor hadn't really taken to the abduction and selling of women, but when you could get thirty-five thousand to eighty thousand a girl, Victor's concience gave way to his business practices. "These guys are from Japan, I want you to find some all-american-type girls and some young looking ones too. Give the girls free tickets to the club or whatever, just make sure we have an adequate selection okay?" Truck nodded his head, "I'll go do some shopping and see if anything walks by that grabs my attention. Free drinks too?"

"Whatever it takes Truck." As Truck stood to leave, Natasha walked in and took her usual spot on the floor next to Victor. His hand as always started stroking her hair, as he leaned back took a drink and let out a deep breath.

 

[Silverlily]

OCC: Oh my, Sam-man, THAT was not the post I read last night.

IC: I curled up on Archie's lap for a little while, I loved it when he called me his Sugar Cookie. Practically purring with pleasure, I let myself fantasize about chucking the case and staying here all day, and all night. With a sigh, I forced myself back to reality. I got up and went into the restroom to clean myself up a bit. When I came out, freshly made-up, Archie was already in other clothes at his desk, cool as a cucumber.

"So, no dancing until you're sure you can get me back. What do you propose we do about that? Radar collar? Or maybe you'd like to tag me like they do bears?" I laughed. My fingers massaged the back of his neck, straying to wrap themselves around a small curl of hair every so often.

 

[Samuari]

OOC: Sorry about that. Iwas hoping that you hadn't seen the first attempt. It should have not been posted, it was incompleate and churlish. I was unclear on the first post in describing your character, but I see her as more of a partner, than girl friday. There is also more of a relationship there than either is willing to admit. I have not been simply serviced by a lover in more than thrity years in real life, and I'm not about to start in cyber space.


IC: I don't want to merly follow you, we need to be able to retrive you if it starts going south.

We know that they somtimes recruit dancers from amateur night. You could compete, and I could go with you as your boy friend. That will get us both in. In this one you'll be doing the investagating, and I'll be you guardian angel.

When they want you to join the dancers, I'll be relunctant untill they tell me that I can stay and watch over you.

 

[Silverlily]

OCC: Don't apologize, it was a wonderful surprise!

 

[husband's nightmare]

Wednesday (?)

OCC: I figured I'd make it Wednesday to give a little breathing room if that's cool with you two...

ICC: Natasha nuzzled her soft cheek against Victor's hands, closing her eyes she felt how warm they were without being too hot or sweaty. She loved it when he touched her. A caress on her face, her neck, when he held her in his arms. It hadn't always been like that. She could remeber not too long ago when he firs "aquired" her.

Natasha's father had a huge gambling debt and was up to his ears in debt with a local bookie in Detroit. Victor had gotten a hold of some of this bookie's markers in another "transaction", and was calling them in all at once. The bookie leaned on everyone that owed him and ended up having to take Natasha as partial payment.

Natasha was delivered blindfolded, hands tied behind her back, and gagged. Hysterical beyond belief! Victor took delievry in his oceanside house.

"Natasha.." Victor spoke, "..You belong to me now. Your body, mind and will. From this day on you will do as I say, when I say and you will never deny me anything. Is that clear?" Natasha shook her head "no" violently. Tears rolled down her face from behind the blindfold. She was dressed in loose jeans and a plaid flannel shirt covering a white tank top. All of which was in total dissaray. Natasha did her best to flail around when she felt Victor grab her by her arms. Not enough to hurt, but enough to shock her and put more of an understanding of her situation into her head.

"Natasha.." Victor started again sternly, "..I don't think you understand." Victor bent her over the huge pool table in the room and held her down by the back of her neck. She struggled and then relented. "Don't move. Do you understand?" He whispered. Natasha nodded, she was sobbing and whimpering behind her bindings. Victor released her neck but kept her bent over. "These clothes are rags. You will never be seen in this sort of thing with me again!" Victor Grabbed her pants with his stong hands and ripped them from the waistband down the seams until they were rags at her feet. Her perfectly shaped ass was barely covered by her panties. When he leaned forward to grab the collar of her shirts she felt his hard cock press against her between the cheecks of her bottom. She tried to escape by moving even more forward, but all she managed to do was raise for him and allow him to rub against the length of her ass and then rest against her barely covered pussy. Victor tore the shirts to rags and then removed her bra in the same manner. Natasha lay bent over the table only in her panties.

Victor untied her hands and then the gag. "Remain still liitle one. You need to be taught how to obey." Victor backed off and her tiny hips slumped down and she came to rest in her first position. Victor's hand raised and came down hard on the right side of her ass. Natasha screamed and tried to raise. Victor pushed her back down. "Stay where you are! You will learn to take whatever I want to give you. Do you understand?" Natasha cried harder, her whole body shuddering. Victor spanked her until her bottom burned red. Once she had stopped resisting, clenching and trying to evade his hand, he continued with two more swats and then stopped.

Victor raised her up, took the blindfold off and raised her chin so she could look into his grey eyes. Her tear filled eyes showed understanding, her face covered in tear streaks and red from crying. She hesitated and then leaned forward into his chest. He allowed her to collaps against him and sigh. Victor lifted her up like a little girl and carried her to his bedroom.

Natasha's thoughts came back to the present when a few of the new girls came in to audition. Something Victor didn't usually do himself, but Thursday would have to be perfect.

 

[Silverlily]

"Sounds like a plan to me, sugar." I smiled, thinking about Archie's protectiveness, he could always be counted on, no matter what. Maybe that's why I still worked for him. I was never good at taking "Orders", but Archie had never treated me like that. We were the business, not just him with me as a helper. Ok, and there was that fact that I got butterflies everytime I saw him. Archie had never taken advatage of that, he was truely one of the good guys.

"I believe The Naked Pussy Club still has amateur night on Thursdays, which is tomorrow. I may not need dance lessons, but I do need to pick up something to dance in. Besides, we have some time to do a little investigating." I saw Archie gave me the once over, "The club, Mr. Insatiable." Placing my hands on my hips and pouting a bit, I admonished, "Try to stay focused here, darling."

 

[husband's nightmare]

Wednesday afternoon

The days of Natasha's disobedience were long gone now. She was 22 and had learned her place in the last 4 years. She found comfort with Victor, shunning all other men, even when other women had caught Victor's eye.

The dancers that came in moved around the stage like it was second nature to them. They all used the same music with a pounding beat. Sure, the songs varied, but they were all basically the same, except when Nadia took the stage. Victor had always found Russian names to be extremly exotic and Nadia fit the bill perfectly. She was 5'5" 127 pounds in all the right places. Her hair was dark and long, it cascaded down her shoulders and around the tight sleeveless dress she was wearing. The dress was almost oriental in design, grey with a subtle winding pattern around it. But it was her dark eyes that drew Victor to the edge of his seat. She looked right at him as she swayed gently, always keeping his eyes locked with hers. She began to undress, sliding the dress down her small frame. It caught on her nipples and hung for what seemed like an eternity, until it finally dropped to the floor. If it hadn't been for her long hair, Nadia's perfect "c" cup breast would have been readily visible. As it was, only glimpses here and there could be seen through the curtain her hair provided. Nadia's hips moved more, her body swaying with the music, closing her eyes as if she was enjoying a secret private pleasure. Turning slowly to show her hip, and then the curves of her ass, until she was back facing Victor, eyes focused on his.

Victor grew hard in his pants and Natasha knew it. She curled her hand under his leg and rested it on the inside of his thigh. She gently rubbed him trying to keep his attention without being obvious. Victor was still focused on Nadia, so Natasha got a little bolder and began to caress his balls through the fabric of his pants, gently tugging making the sensations of his erection even stronger. Natasha unzipped his pants with the skill she had learned over the past few years and slipped her hand in. She held his cock and loved how warm it was. How the skin slid so easily and how he could be so hard and so soft to the touch at the same time.

Victor didn't realize that Natasha had been stroking him and bringing him very close to orgasm until Nadia's set was over. He turned and smiled at her. "Not now my sweet, but soon." Natasha withdrew her hand and moved so Victor could adjust and then stand.

"Nadia.." Victor called, "I want you to perform tomorrow, but tonight I want you to sit with me while the club is open. You will be at my table tonight." Nadia smiled and nodded her head, not eagerly, but more of an understanding of what that invitation could mean. Nadia glanced at Natasha but could read nothing in her face or expression.

Victor dismissed the other girls, they were good but not special enough to make it at his club. Not tomorrow.

 

[Samuari]

It may be Wed for a while...

OOC: Real life crashed in on me last night, and it may be a dy or so before I can get back to this.

It’s 23:30, and Samuriville has just shut down, Madam S and I are nearly asleep, after a very long day. All at once, Puddles the Wonder Poodle goes absolutely berserk. She jumped into the middle of the bed and started barking at the ceiling. While I’m trying to find my glasses, I hear a furious scratching and digging form the focus of her barking. A chunk of ceiling comes down, landing between Madam S and Pudds. Having found my glasses, I turn the bedside reading light up to find the worlds biggest, ugliest possum staring back at me. Madam S screams. I bundled her into the den, gave her a Valium, and made the couch out into a bed. Its at least 1:30 before I can get to sleep.

Now I’m waiting on the city to bring by a have-a-heart trap, have calls into a couple of carpenters to fix the hole when I‘ve got the critter trapped. And I called my insurance guy who checking to see what hazard marsupial damage will come under. Called the Pharmacy to get the Valium refilled. Oh well, I didn’t want to do go to work today any way.

 

[husband's nightmare]

OCC: Good lord Man! That is NOT the way to wake up ever!!! I would have moved out that night! Hope everything works out for you...

 

[Silverlily]

OCC: OMG! Take your time, we'll wait. Tell Mrs. S. I'll scream for her, ugh, nightmare material for weeks.

 

[Samuari]

OOC:

The trap is in the attic, baited with bacon greese (anyone know anything better?) but haven't heard anything from the critter. No more damage either. We'll sleep in the den till we get him trapped or are convinced that he went elsewhere. (that could take till Christmas!) There is no insurance coverage for damage done by wild animals. (This guy belong to any of you?) I'll try to get focused on Arch, and get something done tonight. Thanks.

 

[Samuari]

While you're shoping, I'll go snop arround the precinct, see if there's anything coming down on this. I might stop the federal building and see if those folks have any thing going on. If this is hapening, there are a lot of implications for them.

Want to come by for dinner say ... eightish? Tell you what I found out.

 

[Silverlily]

I collected my purse, kissed Archie on the cheek and headed out in search of the perfect costume, or costumes, heck this was a business write off. Traffic was horrendous, but finally I found myself outside of Midnight Pirouette, one of my favorite apparel shops. A faint chime announced my entrance and a woman looked up from the counter. "Cookie, darling, I haven't seen you in ages, how's business?" It was Jeanette, the shop proprietress.

"Business is good Jeanette, as a matter of fact, I have a job to do tomorrow. I'm doing amateur night at the Naked Pussy Club and I need to pick up a couple of outfits. What do you suggest?"

Jeanette laughed, "Archie picking up the tab? The Naked Pussy is very exclusive, only the best will do." With that, she quickly began filling one the dressing rooms with garments of every color and fabric imaginable. "Help yourself to tea or a glass of wine, there is an excellent Chablis in the kitchen." I poured a glass of the wine for both us and returned to see what lovelies she had selected.

The first outfit was a black leather chaps set. A boned and studded bandeau top, complete with the requisite fringe was held in place with breakaway clasps. The skintight leather chaps, also tastefully studded and fringed, were held together with Velcro allowing for quick removal. It was a two-person affair putting them on; Jeanette had to fasten them in the back for me. "Archie can help you later, lucky man," Jeanette whispered. She and I had flirted with each other quite heavily, I wondered if it would ever go further. Underneath the chaps would go the barest leather g-string, again breakaway. The ensemble was stunning; the chaps framed my tight ass beautifully.

The second outfit was a plaid schoolgirl set done in a blue, green, and black plaid with white thong panties. The pleated skirt snapped at one hip and would come off with just a tug. The underwire push-up top would stay in place without the straps, allowing me to slide them off one at a time before unhooking the front clasp. Not really my style, but it would go over very well with a male audience. Jeanette gave me a wicked grin as she held up two fuzzy white scrunchies, "Pigtails are de rigueur with this look." I groaned, but took them anyway.

The final outfit was breathtaking. A burgundy crushed velvet tank that laced up the front over a black doeskin miniskirt. The skirt sat very low on my hips and was really nothing more than two rectangles of material held together at the corners, designed to come apart with a gentle pull. The laces in the top were silk, "They will slip through the grommets without a thought," Jeanette assured me. The top fit like it was made for me, pressing my breasts together, creating fantastic cleavage. The top and skirt were gorgeous, but nothing compared to the thong Jeanette held up. Black velvet, embroidered entirely with silver thread and crystal beads. Rather than string ties, it was held in place by thin silver chains that were connected with simple toggle clasps. I gasped, it was perfect.

I hugged Jeanette, "You are a dream come true, thank you, I'll take them all." After we had settled the bill and the outfits were carefully wrapped and bagged, I hugged her again, "One day Jeanette, you and I really must get together for drinks." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I left. Checking my watch, I saw I had a little less than three hours before I was due at Archie's for dinner. Just enough time to get a manicure, get home, and change. I smiled imagining his reaction to the clothes in the bag next to me.