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She moved quickly through the night as the rain whipped her dress around her legs and the flashes of lightening illuminated the sidewalk. She had no idea if her mind was playing tricks on her or not but she couldn't shake the feeling she was being followed. She began to speed up; as she berated herself for venturing out this late but in the warm environment of her apartment the risks seemed minimal. Her umbrella had blown away the second she got out of the car and her hair and clothing was plastered to her body. She saw the door of the building as her hand combed through her purse, searching wildly for her keys and finally finding them. Running now she fumbled with the key and started to scream as she heard someone come up behind her, her fingers aimlessly searching for the keyhole as a hand covered her mouth.
She slumped in his arms as she heard Cameron's voice, "Relax baby, it's me."

I love this style of film and writing, anyone else? As one critic put it..."Dames & Dicks."


Film Noir...
Movies like "Double Indemnity" (1944) ....

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"The Postman Always Rings Twice." (1946) ...

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Some of the very best movies ever made were noirs, like The Maltese Falcon, The Big Sleep. For that matter, even Chinatown would qualify.

I loved them all and made a point of teaching the book The Maltese Falcon when I could get away with it in my high school classes.
 

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midwestyankee said:
Some of the very best movies ever made were noirs, like The Maltese Falcon, The Big Sleep. For that matter, even Chinatown would qualify.

I loved them all and made a point of teaching the book The Maltese Falcon when I could get away with it in my high school classes.
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Kewl...in college I wanted to take "Film" but the classes conflicted with my schedule.

I recently watched "Clash By Night"... Robert Ryan and Barbara Stanwyck were great together.

Ryan and Sterling Hayden had the looks and the voice for noir ...
 
Lit noir: The Case of the missing Astroglide

Tonight our hero plunges into the seamy world of battery powered toys, a shadowy and tawdry world populated by unsavory characters driven by lust, greed, and an unquenchable thirst for power. A world teeming with danger where one wrong step could plunge him into two or three posts filled with senseless mayhem, gratuitous violence, and bad parodies.

http://www.moonstonebooks.com/images/jack1.jpg


<cue the bluesy boozy sax music>





I drove to Lit City and parked on Playground Avenue. The sky was gunmetal gray and the air smelled of desperation. I grabbed a street urchin by the collar and told him to watch my jalopy. My wallet was thinner than a cheating wife's alibi, but I flipped the kid a sawbuck. More than once a quick getaway had saved my bacon.

My name is Quake. I'm a private dick.

I took a last drag on my Lucky Strike, tossed it on the sidewalk, crushed it out, and opened the door of the gin mill that was Slick Cookie's Bar and Grill.

Everyone knew the story of Cookie. Grew up in Chicago's South Side. More hard knocks than a loan officer's door. Headed east, like all the loose change. Landed on her back in the Big Apple. Stared at the ceiling and waited for her chance. Her chance was Big Slick. Story goes, Big Slick bought the farm while hotwiring a Blue Water Tidal G-Spot Vibe. Me? I think Cookie punched his ticket.

Either way, with Slick out of the picture, Cookie took over. The Bar and Grill was just a front. If you wanted a truckload of hijacked Midnight Clitterrific’s or a boxcar of Waterproof Hydra Vibes, Cookie was the only game in town. No sales tax, no factory warranty. Just black market toys on the cheap. Everyone knew the story. What they didn't know was that Cookie had expanded her turf. Now she was into lube, the juice that kept Lit City humming like greased lightning.

I stood in the Bar and Grill’s doorway, the harsh daylight behind me. I wanted everyone to know I was there. I patted the bulge of my equalizer. Its cold weight felt good against my right hip.

I went to the corner of the bar. The palooka polishing glasses took his sweet time getting to me.

I said, "Cookie."

"Who's asking?"

"Your worst nightmare, partner."

"You looking for trouble?"

"Trouble's my middle name."

"Take a hike."

"Listen, partner, you want the coppers to drop by and make like mosquitoes in a nudist colony? Or maybe I should drop a dime on Admin and have them count your identities."

"Okay," he said. "Your funeral. She's at the far end of the bar. The blonde."

Figures. It's always the blonde.

The joint was as dim as a game show host, with more smoke and mirrors than a politician's stump speech. I made my way past the Lit Gurus who were drinking next week's booze today, the pool tables, the jukebox, and the jail-bait hoochie-coocher on stage, her cheeks as hollow as a bookie's heart.

Cookie stood at the end of the bar, martini in hand.

Hanging on to her was a side of beef built like Tarzan. I bet a knuckle sandwich he swung like Jane. After he picked himself off the floor for round two, I said, "Beat it, Toadstool."

He wound up like an eight day clock, but Cookie put her hand on his arm, and said, "It's alright, run along to the Personals Forum sweetie." She shooed him off.

Cookie took a long drag on her cigarette and invited me to take inventory. She was a slinky piece of homework, no doubt about it. She had blood red lips that would make a Buick pucker up, a tight skirt slit to her zither, and a blouse unbuttoned half way to El Paso.

My look told her I wasn't impressed. I'd seen it all before on the Amateur Pic threads.

"I like a man who makes an entrance," Cookie said. "Buy you a cocktail, big boy?"

"Cuppa joe."

She reached across the bar for the pot, putting her cleavage on full display. She poured my coffee. It was as hot and black as New Jersey asphalt in July, just the way I like it.

"What's your game?" she said. "Straps-ons, Water Missile Teardrop Probes, or maybe you'd like to go to Jix’s Hideaway and have me boil your hambone."

I could have dealt off the bottom of the deck, come at her sideways, but I decided to play it straight and tough. "My name is Quake. I'm a private dick."

"A shamus, huh? Some smackhead try to stuff a Nubby Satisfier up the wrong orifice? Like the sign says - you buy it, you own it."

"A band of desperados heisted five barrels of Astroglide. I intend to run them to ground."

"And what are you going to do with the lube, big boy?"

"Elizabeth’s Christmas present."

“Five barrels?”

“Should last her til Valentine’s Day.”

"Yeah, I heard about you two." She tried to play it cool, change the subject, but her confidence was wilting like a virgin who’d just made a good natured post on the General Board. I saw the fear in her eyes.

"Cough it up, sister," I said. "I know you're into Astroglide, into it deep."

"Exotic lube, that’s not my action. That’s a big score, too big, the kind that brings the law down, brings it down hard."

"But you hear things."

She ran her finger around the rim of her martini glass, then sucked the pimento out of her olive. "Word on the street," she said, "is the Astroglide is in the back room of a Malt Shoppe in the Playground.”

"Put a name with that."

"You figure me for a nickel rat?"

"I figure you for a broad who's not looking for trouble, and trouble's my middle name."

"The bartender mentioned that."

"Doll, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. You decide."

"Explain the hard way."

"I'm packing heat, and I got no problem blowing away a dame." I pulled my coat open and showed her my piece so she could see I was as serious as a boiler room phone jockey pitching penny stocks to a dentist's widow.

She said, "Why do you have a hair dryer crammed down your pants?"

“I use it to blow the dust bunnies off my spice rack.”




<fade to black>


Will Cookie cough it up or swallow? Stay tuned for our next exciting episode . . .
 
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For a dick he had style. He walked in my joint like he owned the place. After a brief exchange with the bartender he came my way. I watched him as he neared, everything about him spelled trouble. My palooka; Barn; bristled like a porcupine as he neared. A former pug with a glass jaw, I kept him on the payroll because of his total loyalty to me. A little chin music from the dick and he hit the floor. As he came back for seconds, I told him to take off. He left, muttering and rubbing his jaw.

The dick introduced himself and I played my part. He was in his hardboiled role, I went into my tough broad. My charms seemed to be lost on him, he was one-track jack and the track was "The Astroglide Caper." We were dancing around each other like boxers in a ring and the first round was a draw. Nevertheless I gave a sigh of relief when the show was over and he left.

Finishing my martini I went to find Mr. Big. They didn't call him Slick for nothin'. Staging his death had been a touch of genius. It served us well, he laid low and was the brains. I was the skirt out front. Slick had hung in chat until the heat was off, now he was back and ready to really take over the reins.

He was in the back room, flipping cards on the table. Taking the toothpick out of his mouth he growled, "Who was the goombah and what did he want?"

"A private named Quake. Ever heard of him?"

"Yeah. So that's him. He thinks he's a hotshot but he can be aced easily enough."

"Is that smart?" I asked and immediately wished I had shut my trap.

He stood quickly and pushed me against the wall, his hand on my throat. "Are you questioning my methods? Just remember who's the brains in this place. You're just window dressing baby. Now what did he want?"

"He wanted info on the Astroglide job ," I answered as I held onto my sore throat.

"He's fishing, baby. You gotta learn to play the game. He has the hots for that broad that runs that bakery over on Elm, I can't remember her name."

Oh, he knew her name, he wasn't conning me. Elizabeth ... a cheap piece of goods if you asked me. I knew he would butter her buns if he ever got the chance. I tried to keep him on a tight leash ... easier said than done. Women were on him like flies on honey.

Neither would appreciate it but I was starting to realize that Slick and Quake were a lot alike. Both men of action, men who took no guff. Men who made the doll's heart beat faster; handsome, masterful and totally ruthless.

"By the way," I said, trying to change the subject. " I gave him a song and dance about the malt shop. He's thinking of nosing around there."

Slick flicked the wooden match with his thumbnail and lit his cigarette, "No problem. Rosy owes me one, I got that shylock off her case. She's grateful, she knows the score."

He put on his jacket and hat and crooked his finger to me. His kiss was rough, but I liked it that way.

"Now you go out and look sexy, I'll be back later." He strode to the back door, hand poised on the knob, "Oh and hire a new canary, one that can warble."

Out front the place was heating up, the usual boozehounds were lapping it up. Hell Lit City had all kinds, between Playground Avenue, General Board Drive, and Author Boulevard, we got them all. I walked past some of the gurus now, smiling as I heard the wolf whistles.

My usual martini was waiting and I crossed my legs as I took a seat, affording the bozos a free show. The bartender leaned in and whispered in my ear. The lug in the corner nursing the drink looked familiar, I just couldn't place him.

The case of the Dick and Slick was heating up ...
 
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Eating Her Popcorn

Oh Intermission Goddess runs for more popcorn and to use the lil ladies room, running quickly so she don't miss a thing
 
Re: Eating Her Popcorn

GoddessOfSouls said:
Oh Intermission Goddess runs for more popcorn and to use the lil ladies room, running quickly so she don't miss a thing
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Good thing I made it at intermission...scoot over Sister...and pass the popcorn!
 
Hey goddess and feisty mind if i pull up a chair. This is looking good.
 
Throwing a bean bag on the floor...this is too good...

I bet Cookie gets it in the "end"....:rolleyes:
 
knightshadow said:
the big "Dick"....;)
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Oh Lord, how corny can ya get, baby?




Oh and Cookie, this dame has a bone to pick with you... A cheap piece of goods? Damn I thought we were better friends than that. I'm so disappointed. ;)



Psssst...can't believe ya fell for that either. lol
 
P3 said:
Oh Lord, how corny can ya get, baby?




Oh and Cookie, this dame has a bone to pick with you... A cheap piece of goods? Damn I thought we were better friends than that. I'm so disappointed. ;)



Psssst...can't believe ya fell for that either. lol
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LOL So speaks the Astroglide Queen...:p
 
cookiejar said:
LOL So speaks the Astroglide Queen...:p
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You know darn well that was Michael's idea. lol He's such a card sometimes....5 barrels? He must think we're going to take baths in the stuff.:eek:
 
P3 said:
You know darn well that was Michael's idea. lol He's such a card sometimes....5 barrels? He must think we're going to take baths in the stuff.:eek:
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Hey you know you can jump in anytime...tell us about how Elizabeth's Bakery handles cookies ;)

I must tell you I spewed my tea when I read Michael's story last night. :D
 
cookiejar said:
Hey you know you can jump in anytime...tell us about how Elizabeth's Bakery handles cookies ;)

I must tell you I spewed my tea when I read Michael's story last night. :D
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Who knows, I just might try my hand at it when I get a chance, thanks.

I know what you mean, I had a wonderful time reading it last night before bed. I told him today that you two seem to write pretty well together and looks like fun. Seems you guys are developing a following too.
 
P3 said:
Who knows, I just might try my hand at it when I get a chance, thanks.

I know what you mean, I had a wonderful time reading it last night before bed. I told him today that you two seem to write pretty well together and looks like fun. Seems you guys are developing a following too.
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Shhhh....Well don't tell him I said it, but that man can write Film Noir...:)
 
The Astroglide Caper

EarthquakeMan said:
Tonight our hero plunges into the seamy world of battery powered toys, a shadowy and tawdry world populated by unsavory characters driven by lust, greed, and an unquenchable thirst for power. A world teeming with danger where one wrong step could plunge him into two or three posts filled with senseless mayhem, gratuitous violence, and bad parodies.

http://www.moonstonebooks.com/images/jack1.jpg


<cue the bluesy boozy sax music>





I drove to Lit City and parked on Playground Avenue. The sky was gunmetal gray and the air smelled of desperation. I grabbed a street urchin by the collar and told him to watch my jalopy. My wallet was thinner than a cheating wife's alibi, but I flipped the kid a sawbuck. More than once a quick getaway had saved my bacon.

My name is Quake. I'm a private dick.

I took a last drag on my Lucky Strike, tossed it on the sidewalk, crushed it out, and opened the door of the gin mill that was Slick Cookie's Bar and Grill.

Everyone knew the story of Cookie. Grew up in Chicago's South Side. More hard knocks than a loan officer's door. Headed east, like all the loose change. Landed on her back in the Big Apple. Stared at the ceiling and waited for her chance. Her chance was Big Slick. Story goes, Big Slick bought the farm while hotwiring a Blue Water Tidal G-Spot Vibe. Me? I think Cookie punched his ticket.

Either way, with Slick out of the picture, Cookie took over. The Bar and Grill was just a front. If you wanted a truckload of hijacked Midnight Clitterrific’s or a boxcar of Waterproof Hydra Vibes, Cookie was the only game in town. No sales tax, no factory warranty. Just black market toys on the cheap. Everyone knew the story. What they didn't know was that Cookie had expanded her turf. Now she was into lube, the juice that kept Lit City humming like greased lightning.

I stood in the Bar and Grill’s doorway, the harsh daylight behind me. I wanted everyone to know I was there. I patted the bulge of my equalizer. Its cold weight felt good against my right hip.

I went to the corner of the bar. The palooka polishing glasses took his sweet time getting to me.

I said, "Cookie."

"Who's asking?"

"Your worst nightmare, partner."

"You looking for trouble?"

"Trouble's my middle name."

"Take a hike."

"Listen, partner, you want the coppers to drop by and make like mosquitoes in a nudist colony? Or maybe I should drop a dime on Admin and have them count your identities."

"Okay," he said. "Your funeral. She's at the far end of the bar. The blonde."

Figures. It's always the blonde.

The joint was as dim as a game show host, with more smoke and mirrors than a politician's stump speech. I made my way past the Lit Gurus who were drinking next week's booze today, the pool tables, the jukebox, and the jail-bait hoochie-coocher on stage, her cheeks as hollow as a bookie's heart.

Cookie stood at the end of the bar, martini in hand.

Hanging on to her was a side of beef built like Tarzan. I bet a knuckle sandwich he swung like Jane. After he picked himself off the floor for round two, I said, "Beat it, Toadstool."

He wound up like an eight day clock, but Cookie put her hand on his arm, and said, "It's alright, run along to the Personals Forum sweetie." She shooed him off.

Cookie took a long drag on her cigarette and invited me to take inventory. She was a slinky piece of homework, no doubt about it. She had blood red lips that would make a Buick pucker up, a tight skirt slit to her zither, and a blouse unbuttoned half way to El Paso.

My look told her I wasn't impressed. I'd seen it all before on the Amateur Pic threads.

"I like a man who makes an entrance," Cookie said. "Buy you a cocktail, big boy?"

"Cuppa joe."

She reached across the bar for the pot, putting her cleavage on full display. She poured my coffee. It was as hot and black as New Jersey asphalt in July, just the way I like it.

"What's your game?" she said. "Straps-ons, Water Missile Teardrop Probes, or maybe you'd like to go to Jix’s Hideaway and have me boil your hambone."

I could have dealt off the bottom of the deck, come at her sideways, but I decided to play it straight and tough. "My name is Quake. I'm a private dick."

"A shamus, huh? Some smackhead try to stuff a Nubby Satisfier up the wrong orifice? Like the sign says - you buy it, you own it."

"A band of desperados heisted five barrels of Astroglide. I intend to run them to ground."

"And what are you going to do with the lube, big boy?"

"Elizabeth’s Christmas present."

“Five barrels?”

“Should last her til Valentine’s Day.”

"Yeah, I heard about you two." She tried to play it cool, change the subject, but her confidence was wilting like a virgin who’d just made a good natured post on the General Board. I saw the fear in her eyes.

"Cough it up, sister," I said. "I know you're into Astroglide, into it deep."

"Exotic lube, that’s not my action. That’s a big score, too big, the kind that brings the law down, brings it down hard."

"But you hear things."

She ran her finger around the rim of her martini glass, then sucked the pimento out of her olive. "Word on the street," she said, "is the Astroglide is in the back room of a Malt Shoppe in the Playground.”

"Put a name with that."

"You figure me for a nickel rat?"

"I figure you for a broad who's not looking for trouble, and trouble's my middle name."

"The bartender mentioned that."

"Doll, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. You decide."

"Explain the hard way."

"I'm packing heat, and I got no problem blowing away a dame." I pulled my coat open and showed her my piece so she could see I was as serious as a boiler room phone jockey pitching penny stocks to a dentist's widow.

She said, "Why do you have a hair dryer crammed down your pants?"

“I use it to blow the dust bunnies off my spice rack.”




<fade to black>


Will Cookie cough it up or swallow? Stay tuned for our next exciting episode . . .
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cookiejar said:
http://jsmagic.net/sirens1/img8.jpg

For a dick he had style. He walked in my joint like he owned the place. After a brief exchange with the bartender he came my way. I watched him as he neared, everything about him spelled trouble. My palooka; Barn; bristled like a porcupine as he neared. A former pug with a glass jaw, I kept him on the payroll because of his total loyalty to me. A little chin music from the dick and he hit the floor. As he came back for seconds, I told him to take off. He left, muttering and rubbing his jaw.

The dick introduced himself and I played my part. He was in his hardboiled role, I went into my tough broad. My charms seemed to be lost on him, he was one-track jack and the track was "The Astroglide Caper." We were dancing around each other like boxers in a ring and the first round was a draw. Nevertheless I gave a sigh of relief when the show was over and he left.

Finishing my martini I went to find Mr. Big. They didn't call him Slick for nothin'. Staging his death had been a touch of genius. It served us well, he laid low and was the brains. I was the skirt out front. Slick had hung in chat until the heat was off, now he was back and ready to really take over the reins.

He was in the back room, flipping cards on the table. Taking the toothpick out of his mouth he growled, "Who was the goombah and what did he want?"

"A private named Quake. Ever heard of him?"

"Yeah. So that's him. He thinks he's a hotshot but he can be aced easily enough."

"Is that smart?" I asked and immediately wished I had shut my trap.

He stood quickly and pushed me against the wall, his hand on my throat. "Are you questioning my methods? Just remember who's the brains in this place. You're just window dressing baby. Now what did he want?"

"He wanted info on the Astroglide job ," I answered as I held onto my sore throat.

"He's fishing, baby. You gotta learn to play the game. He has the hots for that broad that runs that bakery over on Elm, I can't remember her name."

Oh, he knew her name, he wasn't conning me. Elizabeth ... a cheap piece of goods if you asked me. I knew he would butter her buns if he ever got the chance. I tried to keep him on a tight leash ... easier said than done. Women were on him like flies on honey.

Neither would appreciate it but I was starting to realize that Slick and Quake were a lot alike. Both men of action, men who took no guff. Men who made the doll's heart beat faster; handsome, masterful and totally ruthless.

"By the way," I said, trying to change the subject. " I gave him a song and dance about the malt shop. He's thinking of nosing around there."

Slick flicked the wooden match with his thumbnail and lit his cigarette, "No problem. Rosy owes me one, I got that shylock off her case. She's grateful, she knows the score."

He put on his jacket and hat and crooked his finger to me. His kiss was rough, but I liked it that way.

"Now you go out and look sexy, I'll be back later." He strode to the back door, hand poised on the knob, "Oh and hire a new canary, one that can warble."

Out front the place was heating up, the usual boozehounds were lapping it up. Hell Lit City had all kinds, between Playground Avenue, General Board Drive, and Author Boulevard, we got them all. I walked past some of the gurus now, smiling as I heard the wolf whistles.

My usual martini was waiting and I crossed my legs as I took a seat, affording the bozos a free show. The bartender leaned in and whispered in my ear. The lug in the corner nursing the drink looked familiar, I just couldn't place him.

The case of the Dick and Slick was heating up ...
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I lit another cigarette and flicked the spent match into Cookie’s martini. It fizzled like a gardening thread on BDSM. She gave me a look you could pour on a waffle, but I knew I’d punched her buttons. I turned and left her hanging like a phone sex ad in the Personals.

As I left the joint I tossed a pack of matches to the lug in the corner.

I hadn’t slept since Monroe was a brunette and needed to cop a nod, but all I could think of was dancing on a dime with Cookie. Maybe she’d punched my buttons, too. She was a blonde that could make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window, but Lit City was all about cold blood and hot lead, and that kind of thinking would land a guy in the bone orchard.

I needed a drink.

I hoofed it down to the guzzle shop called Irish Wolfhounds and ordered a stiff one. Then another.

Some floozy wearing a see-through AV sidled up next to me and gunned her engine, another high mileage Lit babe who wanted her PM box stuffed. But too many mornings I’d woken up with an empty bottle, a full ashtray, and an AIM window littered with hollow promises. The strippers and the b-girls and the one night stands were taking their toll. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. No wonder I looked like a hundred miles of bad road – the mean streets of Lit City were potholed with whisky and cigarettes, slow horses and fast women.

But there was a way out of town, and that road was greased with five barrels of Astroglide. If I could keep the wraps on my client’s identity and bag the slick stuff, I’d be on easy street. Might even take that little chickadee Elizabeth with me.

I checked my watch. When the bartender came back I ordered a double. “Your singles keep leaking,” I said.

An hour later my stoolie finally showed up, still rubbing his jaw. “Boss,” he said. “You were supposed to pull your punch.”
 
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