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Mike steps out of the shadow. A breeze licks his face. "Too many trees." he says in a low voice. He leans back and watches the house. Suddenly a light comes on and a door opens. "It was my party!" a woman yells a the house over her shoulder, as she steps away from the door and down the circular stairway.
I wonder?Mike thinks to himself.
The woman carefully follows the brick walkway to where the cars are parked. She turns and looks back at the house. "Next time you buy the booze!" she yells out. She moves toward a red Rolls in the drive way. Puts the key in and opens the door. In a few seconds the flashy red car starts.
It backs up then turns around. Mike can see the red tail lights disappear.
Mike shakes his head.Was that really Irene Hall?

 

[bankbabe13]

OOC Kimberly Cumstrom. 22 5'10 130 short natural red hair 32C chest 40" long legs. Bubbly girly girl type.


I just get into my new office and celebrate my first day as assistant DA. The view from the 10th floor over the city is a breathtaking view. I'm dressed in pink blouse black pleated skirt 2" above the knees, dark brown thigh thighs and 2" strappy pink heels.

I scan new emails and potential cases as insio my Starbucks latte, which I'm addicted to by the way. One catches my attention in particular a requested meeting with a mr Mike Futures. I hit reply asking for further info on a meeting spot as maybe zealous or naive at 22 but ready to dive into my first potential case head first. I type message and hit send..

 

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OOC: Mike Futures, 32 Mike's parents were able to send him to first-rate schools such as Trinity School in New York City and Phillips Academy in Andover, Massachusett, he was from solid Dutch American background.
Brown eyes, Dark Brown Hair, 180,5'8". The serious business type.
Co-partners in Detective Agency of Futures, Carr & Hyde, Ketchem- Palm Beach


Mike moves slowly around the room. His business partner Carlos Hyde has hooked him up with a New assistant DA.She new, she's hot, she is so new she still squeaks Mike smiles to himself and shakes his head. The last assist. DA was found with a fork in his throat. It had been his real last supper, Billy Diker what a wonder he had been. Mike tries to put the picture out of his head.

Mike looks at the E-Mail again,
THE MOMBO CLUB
The Rainbow Room
223 E23rd Str.

Carlos has style. The Mombo Club, next the Big Al's Guns and Beer. God I love this town.

 

[bankbabe13]

I arrive at the Mombo room entrance and the bouncer type says I need checked for weapons as they are "prohibited". I tell him I am the new assistant DA and I ain't carry a weapon. He mumbles something about rules are rules. I give him a dirty look as his hands disappear under the short pleated skirt andclinget there a few extra seconds then I think he should. his eyes light up a bit as he gives my perky firm chest an extra squeeze before allowing me to enter.
I head toward a table in back and approach you as your attire matched what you said to look for. I seem a bit flustered and still blushing a bit from the encounter at the door.
" hi mr futures, miss Kimberly Cumstrom assistant DA nice to meet you as I slide into the booth trying to make sure my skirt doesn't ride too high on my toned nylon clad legs as you...

 

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I've seen that look before

" Hi Mr. Futures" she pauses ever so slightly," Miss Kimberly Cumstrom assistant DA nice to meet you." Mike smiles at her in his gray Carlos Amorin suit as she slides into the booth seat. "I've seen that look before. Feel honored Leon does not fondle every one that comes in here." Mike says with a knowing smile. He looks the new assistant DA over. She has the body of a Ferrari, I hope I can take it out for a spin some day soon.

"I hope you don't mind, because our time is short I ordered for both of us." Mike smiles and leans forward and gets a good look down her pink blouse . "I don't know if the case has crossed your desk yet." Mike pauses as the waiter arrives. He places a bowl of New England Lobster Bisque in front of her.

When the waiter left. Mike turns his attention to the soup. Then looks up. "What do you know about the Irene Hall case?"

 

[bankbabe13]

"Not much yet. I'm afraid. Cannot seem to find information on her, information trails go for awhile then hit dead ends like someone does not want her found, she seems to have ties to the mayor in some "sketchy" dealings but again still researching it. That is where I was hioing you could provide some more information with connections I've heard you have Mr Futures."
You say nothing for a minute and say "good info doesn't come cheap" and not sure I'm to be trusted, with government corruption and all.
As we sit at the table covered by tablecloths you tell me to hike my little skirt up. I am shocked by your words. "Ex..excuse me what did you say?" You repeat yourself softly as you say....

 

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good info doesn't come cheap

Mike listens to her. "When she says she had heard of him. Mike smiles to himself.She is wearing a wire. I saw down her tits. It must be between her legs

"Good information doesn't come cheap" Mike says and looks around. Then moves closer to her." Lift your skirt. " She looks surprised. Mike answers her softly. "Lift your damn skirt. I have to check you for a model #1758 listening device." Mike can see she is reluctant to comply. Mike puts his hand on her thigh. "Miss Cumstrom let me be very clear. Mr. Diker was wearing a wire. And the wrong people, heard what was said on that recording."

Mike tightens his grip on her thigh. "Now you raise that skirt and spread your legs. or I am out of here. Because information doesn't come cheap and this is the price you have to pay. And Irene Hall is a special case. So lift and spread."

 

[bankbabe13]

We are sitting close to one another and because of the table cloths bo one but us could see. I should of bolted and maybe it was a sign of my overzealous naive nature, being a new assistant DAand all but I hear this could be a big case and put me on the map. Besides sometimes unorthodox methods mustvbe employed in this business to gain trust.
I hitch my skirt up to waist blushing a bit as I do so since my long 40" long legs are in full display to you showing off the top of my thigh high stockings and my bubble gum pink lace string bikini panties. I am more shocked when you again. Not to draw any attention say. "Just act normal" i feel you pull them to the side as you see my bald slit then you .....

 

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Just act normal

"Just act normal" Mike states flatly. His hand loosens his grip and slides up the thigh. Then he pauses. A couple business men walk by the table getting in to an animated discussion about sugar futures. One bumps into the table and apologies. "Sorry, buddy." he says as he moves away.

" Right you are, friend" Mike replies as he finds her lace string bikini panties. He starts he in the center and slides a couple fingers up the silky smooth to the laced top. Then slowly downward slowly checking the surface. He leans forward slightly more and in a low voice, he says.

"You, see the model 1758 is very small. Very sensitive to sound. Even as I rub the silk it will pick it up. Who ever is listening will know you are being searched. So your life is in your own hands."

Mike feels the complete surface of the panties. Then hooks a finger along the edge and draws it aside. Then sends in a single finger to make contact with her vaginal tenderness. She quivers slightly and he watches as she closes her eyes, as if in deep contemplation.

He slides first one finger into her tender folds then a second. Then separates the velvet lips. She is moist to the touch.
"I think you have past the test. Raise up so I can check your starfish."

 

[bankbabe13]

Shocked at the request but needing to show I am not wired, I raise up ever so slightly as to draw no attention. I gasp and wince abit as I lower back down, impaling my tight ass on the finger wiggling inside. I give you a dirty look as two fingers are inserted back into my pussy and, with the one in my ass wiggle around nearly making me cum. Fortunately I dont as the fingers are withdrawn. I take a sip of water as I slow my breathing down, face flush and the color slowly returns, you acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"Now since I'm not wired trust me so we can work together mr Futures?" I ask awaiting your answer as I compose myself.

 

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work together

"Now since I'm not wired trust me so we can work together mr Futures?" Mike smiles lightly. "You should try your Lobster Bisque, they use extra virgin olive oil in it." Mike starts to spoon up his soup. He looks briefly at the DA. Then his soup. She seems to have gotten control of her self.

"Ok, Miss Cumstrom, 14.6 billion American dollars." Mike pauses to let that set in. "That is what is a stake here. People get killed for a lot less." Mike spoons more soup.

He smiles lightly. There is a "Neck Tie" party on Gibbon's Island tonight, I have heard that Irene Hall may just be attending. What makes the whole thing funny, is Irene Hall was reported dead. And yet I'm sure I saw her alive, just a few nights ago."

Mike finishes his soup. He sits up in his chair and looks at Miss Cumstrom. "I hope you own a neck tie Miss Cumstrom. There is 14.6 billion riding on this game. " Mike raises up from his chair. " I will get the check. I will meet you at the Five Fishes Market. at 7 pm. There will be a boat to meet us. And yes I have an invitation. " Mike starts to leave, then turns back. "Remember wear a neck tie and a wrap. That is all you will be able to wear. It gets breezy on the docks at night."

 

[bankbabe13]

I arrive on the docks in the following..

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Along with a hunter green necktie and 3" tan wedge sandals. A bit less than I normally would wear but, maybe it's my youthful naive nature, but I like to employ unorthodox methods to get my info for cases. So if that includes this attire to blend in then so be it. I arrive at 645 and dont see you quite yet. I get a bit nervous as two scetchy looking guys begin to approach me. They ask me if I am there for the necktie party. They hand me the following mask..

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Then they ask me for invitation and to remove my wrap dress. I am shocked I see you approaching and I say "the gentlemen at the end of the pier has my invite and I will not remove my wrap" they seem a bit impatient and kind of chuckle as they see this is my first necktie party as they...

 

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At about 6:50 I arrive at the Five Fishes Market dock. I walk to the end of the pier. The two men are trying to get Miss Cumstrom to take off her wrap. They were toughs from the dock yards. One I knew, Mark Dropeo. He worked on a fishing boat up the coast. The other one I did not know, but he is leering at Kimberly and is the one trying to get her remove her wrap.

I look down the dock and see the boat. A white Rossi Marine International named theMonkey Wrench.

I walk over to Mark. "Mark, what are you trying to do here. See my date naked?" I pause. "My mistake of coarse she will not be naked. It's a neck tie party." Out of my trench coat pocket I slide out two invitations.

"It seems Mr. Greenville had a problem with the police and he asked that I go in his place. This is Miss Kimberly, she has graciously agreed to sacrifice her evening to join me at the party."

Mark looks nervously at Kimberly then me and hands me a mask. "You know Mr. Greenville?"

I look around. " I was at his house, just the other night. I saw Irene Hall there."

Mark shakes his head and quivers some what. "That is crazy, everyone knows that Hall is dead, it was in the papers."

I guide Kimberly past the two men and escort her to the boat. The Monkey Wrench, it bobs slightly on the water. The boat boy helps Kimberly on to the boat. Soon we are under way.

I smile at Kimberly. "Mark is not all that smart you see. I love your wrap. "

 

[bankbabe13]

A bit flushed from the encounter, I compose myself and say "thank you" as we board the boat. As we do, a server goes by with wine glasses and we each grab one and sip as we chat.
I tell you " thank you for your assistance in this matter, I know I'm new as an assistant DA and all but this is an odd case to say the least. Each time I mention. Miss Hall's name, people withervaccuse mecof being crazy or act like they have something to hide". I notice a pair of men, in masks like everyone else seemingly following us about. They keep a distance but I can tell when being followed. Ignore it best I can and focus on our conversation. We head into one of the party areas where music is playing and....

 

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being crazy or act like they have something to hide".

The Monkey Wrench slid gracefully over the water. Each time I mention. Miss Hall's name, people accuse me of being crazy or act like they have something to hide".

Mike watches as the island come into sight. He looks at Kimberly and smiles. "That is because, a lot of people what her to be dead." There are two men on the dock that are watching as the boat get closer.

Mike leans into her and says in a low tone. "OK, I think you should know some of the rules for this type of party. I could not tell you earlier. So Here goes." Mike pauses as the boat slows.

"There will be four types of people at this party, Buyers, Sellers, Listeners, and Watchers. The name of the game is information. That is why its called a neck tie party. NO one, is allowed to record anything. "

As the boat reaches the dock Mike opens his trench coat. "You need to take your wrap off before we step on the dock. I will tell you the rest, after we are on the island."

From the dock you can hear the music playing and much merry making.

 

[bankbabe13]

We separate for a few to split up to see what details we can find out in regards to Miss hall. Clad only in a pair of 2" hunter green heels and my mask. I blush a good degree under the mask at my nakedness. I grab a glass of champagne from a server that passed by with a tray and try to find good company to mine with. I hear two men talk and I swear I heard one mention Miss Hall's name. I approach the two, older guessing early 50's by hair color, since I dont see face with their masks and all.
I approach them and try to get them to talk about what they were talking about. They say nothing more and try to change subject to how scenic the island is as they comment on my perky chest and mile long legs. As we make small talk, I ignore them touching me figuring it's the alcohol talking in them. I mention Miss hall's name once again but my sentence is cut off as one darts two fingers up inside my pussy and begins to finger fuck me saying. "Forget miss hall. Let's talk about you miss leggy redhead." I'm too stunned to move or say anything as each time I try to utter a protest fingers dive deeper into me and faster as they say.....

 

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Miss Kimberly Cumstrom Assistant DA

I watch as Miss Kimberly Cumstrom Assistant DA moves off to do her thing. With his London Fog trench coat surrendered at the dock, Mike makes his way to the main house. In a small Navaho painted gazebo next a stand of birch trees he sees Lorie Smitten.

Lorie, better known Lorie Knows of the Sunset Times. Mike walks over to her and smiles. "Lorie, I see the scars are heeling nicely."
Lorie looks up at him as he gets nearer. " So who you bang'n Mike?" Lorie askes with dripping open mockery. Mike walks up to her close. "I see you cut your hair and shaved your love canal, looking for a date?"

Lorie ignores the question. " Have you heard the latest, Peter Jason is in town."
Mike moves to her side and turns to faces the main house. " So Pistol Pete is back! That is interesting. What is the word on the beach?"

Lorie gives him a side ways glance and smiles lightly. "Come on Mike, you working, or clit watching?"
Mike closes his eyes for a second and forces a thin tight smile. "Lorie you know I would rather force my man meat into your tail pipe than any other beach lizard out there."
Lorie chuckles. "That's lounge lizard, Mike. Not beach lizard."
Mike nods. "I stand corrected. Does that include Irene Hall."
Lorie gives his a quick look and moves away. "Look for the Trojan horse, Mike." and walks away.

 

[bankbabe13]

I stand there shocked as he fingers me as the other one with him kind of acts as a shield to his friend's actions as they chat with me like nothing out of the ordinary is happening. "Look red bad things happen to those that ask too many questions about things they don't wanna know about just enjoy what my fingers are doing to this tight little honey hole of yours" he loudly says as he continues to finger fuck me. Then his friend steps behind me, hooking his arms under mine as he reaches up groping my perky firm breasts. They then pull me around a corner out of the main view of the guests as they...

 

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The players

With 14.6 billion in play, you have to know the players. With out a score card to help you navigate the waters of social graces it is easy to find yourself in a place you don't want to be trapped. Miss Kimberly has done just that.

Lorie's last words still rang in my ears. "Look for the Trojan horse, Mike." Mike glances at Kimberly. She has found her self getting fingered by Sadık Perinçek. A friend of the Mayor. One of the Trojan horse's operators. Officially, Sadik was a player in the state capital. He is a mover in the transportation circles. Which could mean that Irene Hall's money could be play.

The other guy is Varaz Samuelian, a player in the art world. A painter by trade he owned several galleries in the fashionable sections of town. Varaz is not close to the mayor. Though, it is rumored that a goodly amount of money had been pushed in to his campaign fund.

There are a lot of moving pieces to consider. If transportation was where Irene was looking to put her money then Sadik may play a role in where it goes. That was the thing. Was Irene Hall still alive. Mike moves toward the main house keeping Kimberly in sight.

Just then a yellow speed boat pulled up to the dock. And yes you guessed it. Look who just showed up. The Trojan Horse himself, the Mayor. Now what would Sadik do? Get his fingers wetter in Kimberly's love trap or rush over and kiss his boss's ass? This would be interesting.