Rock Brickman, P.I.

[TheIndigoSultan]

The names Rock Brickman, P.I. If your old man's running around on you, or your old lady's getting something on the side, I'm the one to call. If your being harrassed or black mailed, I can help. Sure, I'm not cheaper, but I'm the best, or at least the best your going to get on this side of town for ten dollars and hour, plus expenses.

It was July and the city was hot. Candy was clattering away at her typewriter, trying to look busy, but we both new better. There hadn't been a new case for weeks. Hell, I would was about to dress up in a chicken suit and do a store open. My cluttered office must have been at least five degrees higher than outside and my shoes had tried to stick to the pavement on my way into the office. A pathetic old swivel fan swooshed back and forth, paper streamers pushing out in front of it.

Candy was all legs today. Her short black skirt was pushed high up on her beautiful steams and ended in black, stiletto pumps. She had on a thin, white blouse that was clinging to her like a politician to graft. Her short, bobbed black hair was glistening with sweat as well. I thought about walking over to her and talking. I knew her cleavage would be deep and glistening. Her pixie face would be made up and perky, despite the heat, with a bit of softening around her eyes. It was to damned hot though. I poured another finger of scotch into my glass and threw it back.

I had broke out the bottle or rock gut early. It was only two in the afternoon, but I was already well on my way to a softer plain of existence. My tan dress shirt was open over my trim chest and my sleeves were pushed up, displaying hairy forearms and a few nasty knife scars. My face had been handsome once, but one to many meetings with fists, pistol butts and lead pipes had taken their toll. My nose had been broken more times than I can count and there were fresh bruises on my left cheek. Sure, I hadn't been working a case for awhile, but that didn't mean I couldn't find a fight to pass the time. I had given up on shaving as a lost cause when I was twenty, but I still hauled out my old straight razor for my bi-weekly scrape.

I was pouring another shot when she walked in...

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Name: Mrs.Kassandra Kennedy goes by Kassy as well.
Age: 29
Staus: Married 7 years To Brian Kennedy
Description: Dark black cherry tress, long,curly.
5'5, 123lbs, 38 DD, tanned and toned.Eyes are blue
Housewife/PT cocktail-waitress in a R&B Club
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The day was sweltering as Kassy walked along the city sidewalk, sweat beading upon her brow, as she reached up and wiped it away.Her heels tapping with each step she took along the warm concrete. Looking down to the paper in her hand she followed the numbers upon the older building, in a part of town she'd never entered before.Her dark sunglasses slipped from her perky small nose as she slid them back up.." 109...110..1101/2 there 112" , she spoke outloud to herself, stopping before the glass office door.


She had hoped when she opened the door that the cool air from an aircondition would cool her off, as hit her whole body as she entered. Kassy could feel her white ,thin open-back shirt sticking to her body, the moistness felt under her breasts.The tan tight skirt stuck to her rounded buttocks, as she walked.The short tan dress jacket to complete her outfit laid over her arm.She wore a small tan hat upon her head to accent her tan suit, two small feathers sticking out from the side, held in place by a small gold decorative piece, as the small piece of white mesh was folded back from the front.Her hair pinned up upon her head with bobby-pins to hold the long tress locks in place under the hat.


Her fingers curled around the knock of the door as she head a jingle from the bell above sounding off to let one know a customer had entered.Letting the door close behind her there was no cool air to relieve the heat, just an old metal circular fan with multi-colored ribbons blowing from it as it blew the humid air around.Kassy headed to the desk where sat a young female, with short bobbed cut, cute in the face, breads of sweat showing as those droplets caused the hair color to glisten.


Kassandra looked about as she noticed another, she studied him for a moment, before she entered further.His chest was showing from the open tan shirt, a drink in his hand, as her eyes wondered over him, his scars were apparent. His features were strong, his jaws was defined as her blue eyes ran along it, she had noticed the black and blue bruises upon his face as well as his nose had been broken at least once if not more. Kassy swallowed as she felt her throat dry from the summer's heat. He words wouldn't come out at first, she sounded like a straing bird.


The sound of fingertips upon keys drew closer, loder as she walked up to meet the young woman whom she assumed was a secretary, " Hello, I'm looking for Rock Brickman the private investigator. I didnt notice a sign on the door or window, am I In the right place?" Kassy thought this was like the old tv show Magnum PI. Her dark leather cluch purse pressed to her side held there by her arm ,as her pink tongue tip licked across her dry lips.Her eyes lifted as she saw the gentleman pouring another drink, almost causing her to ask for one, anything to quesnch her thirst .


Kassy needed to find out if her gut feelings were right, if her husband was cheating upon her.After seven years of faithfulness, through good and bad she stood by him,her gut told her he was with a woman at work.That's the only other place he goes except little places like here and there.If he was a cheating bastard Kassy would kill him and bury his ass deep.Things just haven't been adding up to her these days, money, their sex life, timings, nothing, so here she was forced to hire a PI.

 

[SparkyMan]

Name: Brian Kennedy
Age: 32
Staus: Married 7 years To Kassy Kennedy
Description: Short, well groomed black hair,
6'3, 195lbs, athletic build, strong muscular legs, slim but well defined torso
Occupation: Accountant at large brokerage firm
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The heat was sweltering outside, I was thankful to be in the confines of our workplace building. A tiny office, with a pleasnt view overlooking the city, some ten stories in the air. A multitudeof fans keeping everything and everyone at a comfortable temperature. Yes it was nice here.

Despite the air temperature though, I had beads of sweat trickling down my forehhead as I stood completely naked in this office. Not one stitch of clothing on, as I watched my cock slide in and out, from between a beautiful lady's spread legs.

Mary Hudson, my immediate supervisor, my boss, lay back upon her desk, her stocking clad legs draping over the edge, tiny lace straps holding them in place. The black frilly garter circling her waist, matched the black bra pulled down and bunched around her heaving belly as I pounded away. Her long blonde hair was strewn wildly about her otherwise immaculate desk, her head flailing from one side to the other. It didn't take me long after that to fill her demanding need, to fill her with my white hot interior, soothing her itch for the day ... for the moment.

"All right, you can go now," she softly states, watching me obediently get dressed, back into my trousers, white shirt, with the slightly stained collar from her bright red lipstick smeared along my neck, red tie, and suit jacket. I clean myself up as best I can before heading out amongst my fellow coworkers; embarrassed as their knowing eyes scan me over as I make my way back to my desk.

Times were tough now. Not like when he got married seven years ago. He had a good job, good money, and a great newlywed. Then things started going bad. House, cars, taxes, bills, all the things he never worried about during his single life. The pressures were intense, and he did his best to stay on top of things, along with a wonderful wife. Kassy was great,; it was just that she wanted ... everything ... or at least I treated her that way! Brian was too much in love with her to ever say no, buying her everything she ever wanted. He liked her happiness and was always comforted by it.

Gradually though her tastes grew more expensive, and Brian began feeling the pinch. He worked harder, longer hours, just so he could make that few extra dollars to keep Kassy happy. He had his own problems to deal with too.

Those extra hours seemed to grab the attention of Mary, who had put the pressure on Brian. As of lately, he had been with Mary on a regular basis. It started off after hours, and has over the past couple months progressed to more frequent occasions, and a total disregard to when. She is very demanding much like Kassy, but in a sexual nature. When Mary says to come, he jumps, and when Mary says to cum, he cums. It's not like he's her sub or anything, she's already his boss. It's simply that he feels the need to do as she says!

Brian knows the effect these liasons have had on his personal life, leaving him confused and distraught. His sex life with Kassy has pretty well come to an end, unable to offer her anything, Mary draining him dry practically every day. He's afraid Kassy will notice so he feigns tiredness and sleep to avoid the issue. It's easier that way. He has to make sure every night before he walks in the door he's removed all signs of Mary so Kassy won't know.

"Another long night," I muse to myself as he sits at the desk, pouring over the reports, checking the various accounts I'm handling, checking current stock movement, considering the margins, and whether to put, or call on several key stocks. I've been doing this for nearly ten years now. The daily grind has gotten to me, and obviously there is no room for advancement, unless Mary seeks a higher position. She's become the only saving grace of my pitiful existence in this company. The one and only reason I get up every morning and go to work.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

Occ

OCC: Hello you two. I suppose I was thinking Sam Spade, not Magnum, when I wrote this, so I was supposing the fourties or fifties. Still, it is O.K. with me. I figure that I will keep writing Rock as if he sees the world around him in terms of the 1950s. It could be like the effect of the Batman cartoon that came out after the first few movies. As I mentioned to Sinful, I only have about three evenings per week to post and to even be online. Now back to the game...

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

She walked through the door of my sweltering office, bringing a blast of the air conditioner from the hall with her. I had been wanting to bitch about my broken air ducts for a month to the building management, but I was behind two months rent and didn't really want that brought up to me.

She was a breath of cold air herself, from the tip of her perky little nose, to her little round breasts. Her white shirt clung to her like a wallflower to her chair, afraid to relax and let things hang loose. I actually set down my rock gut for a moment; for a moment mind you. She had slender, pale legs that started on the floor and ended somewhere near the clouds, rounding up into a pert little bottom. There was the sort of dame that cause those knights of old to don rusty trashcans and ride around looking for someone to kill. Heck, I didn't have a sword, but I was pretty sure my Smith and Wesson would do just as well.

Candy was eyeing her too, with a look I knew well. It was a look of admiration, with a hint of jealousy. Candy is quite a dish herself and quite a few men have dipped their hands in to take out an after dinner mint or two. I was pretty sure that our current customer was more of a cool cucumber though. She looked like a one man woman with a problem. Sure, chances were sixty to fourty that any case that walked through the door was about cheating, but I also knew the look. They all had the same damn look.

I removed my hat, seeing as there was now someone who could actually qualify as a lady in the room. "Have a seat ma'am. Tell me how I can be of assistance." She looked like she could use a stiff drink. I pulled another glass out of a desk drawer. It was only slightly dusty. I arched an eyebrow at the bottle, rather than just asking if she wanted some, not wanting to insult her if she was a tea-tottler or a Sunday school teacher.

OCC: I apologize for not writing something about the husband, but I will get there. Since I am writing first person, I can't jump out of his point of view.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Her hand moved up as she raised her sunglasses from her eyes, her blue orbs held a glassiness within them. Which could indicate many a tears shed,lack of sleep or her date the night before was a bottle of burbon.She watched him remove his hat, his hand fell behind the desk pulling the drawer open. she watched as he brought up another glass, within his wethered rough, large hand.She couldn't but help note the scars one more upon his muscular arms.




Moving about she glanced , taking a seat in the old worn leather chair, crossing her long slender legs as he steel tipped stilletto pump dangled from her white stocking clad foot.Looking to him once more, she watched as the dark liquid filled the dusty glass part way.Her hand reached forth, curling her slender fingers around it as she took it to her deep red colored lip.The color upon her lips, matched the color upon her long red dagger like manicured nails. Swigging it down in one gulp, she returned it to him, placing it on the desk where she got it from. Those dark sultry deep blue eyes closed at the alcohol went down her throat, the burning lasting only but a few seconds.Re-opening them, she settled in, her jacket across her lap, purse next, lacing her fingers as her hands rested upon the leather as if she were going to pray.




Her voice was raspy, like a singer in a blues bar, one that had been around to much smoke, aand to much whiskey. "Thank you for that drink Mr Brickman , no small talk with you I see." Her fingers on her right hand turned the diamond ring as well as the wedding band upon her left, from nervousness. "I'll take another if you can spare it please."




Kassandra sat perfectly straight, no slouch with her, as she began to speak of her situation."I think my husband is cheating upon me, long hours,late nights, all the clues that a no good cheater has Mr Brickman. I need to know if he is, once and for all so I can divorce him." Her eyes dropped as her manicured fingers fumbled about her lap, opening her purse she pulled out a silver case. Clicking it open she reached in and took a thin long cigarette out and placed it between those luscious red full lips. Her head tilted as she flicked the matching lighter as drew in, taking a long drag as she let the smoke slowly linger from her lips. " Don't mind do you?", she asked as she took another drag, closing her eyes as if it were a delicious treat to savor.




"We no longer have sex, He's leaves early for work...", her lips tightned around the white filtered end, drawing in another drag as the smoke released as she talked. " I work partime as a coktail waitress in a small R&B club downtown, I can't pay much mind you Mr Brickman." Her dainty hand moved down as she smoothed the tight skirt over her knees feeling the hem lay right below her knee cap. She un-crossed and re-crossed her long white stocking clad legs, her fingertips on her free hand smoothed over the seam along the back of her knee.The twin pantent leather white pump on the opposite foot, now dangled from her other set of stocking clad toes.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

Candy had given up all pretense of work. She sitting back in her chair painting her nails. They were already a robin's egg blue, but she was changing them to candy apple red. Candy always did like to listen in when the dirt was being disehd up.

The dame sitting in front of me obviously needed another drink. Hell, I needed one too, if only to dull my boredom. Another God damn cheaters case. Sure, it would pay the bills, but it meant being camped out in my car with only a camera, a bottle of gin and my radio. It meant hours of waiting around for him to make his move and then following him to some cheap by-the-hour motor lodge. It meant another broken hearted dame sitting at my desk, looking over glossies of her old man doing some blonde bimbo.

This particular dame wasn't boring to oggle though. I found myself watching her slender fingers moving along their legs. It took a shake of my head to remind myself of buisness and the green backs that it lead too. Another glass of scotch was the price of buisness, so I poured her another glass. The level in the bottle was getting depressingly low.

"No problem..." My mind said toits, but my mouth said "...Ma'am. I could use one myself. My jacket was currently hanging over the back of my chair, forcing me to turn slightly to get to reach the crumpled pack of Lucky Strikes in the pocket. I slipped on in my mouth. It hang like a climper holding on by two fingers to a cliff. I lit it with a pack of matches from the Purple Pussy Club and took a long puff.

If I knew she was going to come walking through my door, looking for a gumshoe, I woulda done up my shirt, pulled my tie out of my desk draw and donned my jacket. As it was, my lack of professional appearance didn't seem to be fazing her. I resisted the urge to smooth my salt and pepper hair back. Hell, it was drenched anyway, after a morning under a hat.

"I don't work for free, but if he's cheating on you, I can find out quickly. Besides, we're running a special on cheaters this month; seven smackers and hour and we won't charge you if it turns out he's been true." The special was thought up an implimented on the spot. She might not have much money, but I had none. If we didn't drop some change in the cash box soon, I was going to have to pay Candy with my free meal vouchers for Johnny Rox's casino.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kassandra turned her head a bit as she dropped it back, her deep red lips making that perfect 'O' formation as she blew it from her warm mouth. From the corner of her eye she watched Candy paint away on her fingernails, covering the blue with the red.Her head dropped back down as she ashed the long thin cigarette, her hand up as she watched his eyes follow along her other hand as the long red nails lightly raked along the thin sheer stocking mesh of her seamed thigh hi's.


"That's all I'm here for really Mr. Brickman, proof so the divorce can be started, For I have other things to do to waste my time on that to worry about my husband and his affairs." Kassandra watched him move as he himself pulled out a pack of cigaretts, and lit one with a match, noting the cover she laughed softly.Her fingers reached for the book of matches, picking them up within her fingertips as she rubbed it between her fingertips. "You go to the club or just grab these randomly from someplace Mr Brickman?"


The Purple Pussy Cat was a nice after hours place for gentleman who liked playful girls dressed in a purple sequened bikini top, tight brief bikini bottom outfits with black seamed stockings and 'fuck me' high heels. Each girl had an hourglass figure and legs that went from the floor up to heaven, each behind a cat mask, tail and ears. The better you prurr'd to the gents, the bigger the tip was when they left. Kassandra knew well about the club, she had been working there for the past seven months. Good ol' hubby was staying away from home more and more so she decided to get a job to kill the bordum.


Kassandra's full name was Kassandra Antoinette Scarfo Black Kennedy.Her father was the uprising crime boss Anthony Scarfo A.K.A. 'Little Tony'. In the 1920's he started out serving his Mafia apprenticship, hanging around small clubs, getting arrsted for bookmaking and bar brawls.He worked his way up the ranks, until his his arrogance and cockiness got the best of him. He became disliked by other Mob heads, splitting off he formed the Scarfo family and built it up. He married Rosetta Black, and fathered one child, Kassandra.


He did his first stint inside when he was found guilty for murdering a longshoreman in a bar, for hitting on his wife. Scarfo was sent up fora mere three year sentense, due to having an 'understanding ' Judge. While inside Rosetta took their daughter and fled from the family,trying to give Kassandra a better life. Rose passed her good looks and figure down to her daughter.The olive toned skin, long legs and luscious dark hair was the Italian in her, the blue eyes was a mystery.


Rose died a mysterious death when Kassandra was 17 and away abroad with Rose's family on vacation.She knew her father was behind it but could never prove it. Using her mother's maden name she married without telling her husband who she really was. He still didn't know after all these years. Little Tony would have easily had another do this job for her,but that would mean admitting she was alive. If that was the case she'd need to kiss her father's ass and begged, but that wasn't about to happen. Anthony always knew his daughter would have made it in the 'family' business but dames were not to run it, they were to look pretty, cook, and please,as well as entertain. He killed the guy hired to do the job on his wife, he fucked up when he took out his daughter.


Kassanrda did the best she could not being associated with the name 'Scarfo', her mother's family did the best to make it that when her mother's car was blown up the girl was in it ,no body ever found.she knew one day her father would hunt her down, if he thought she was living still.She waited that time to happen everyday,to see a black sedan pull up and guys in pinstriped suits, dark glasses and hats get out. If things got to deep her father was always there IF she wanted to find him, which would be easy, but she didn't. She would be a great pawn to have if an enemy crime family wanted to take Little Tony down.


Watching him pour her another drink, she reached for it, her eyes catching his hand run through the mixed grey and black strands. " Helps relax a person yanno? The first one's always a teaser, the second one hits the spot, and the rest to follow well... who know after that normally I can't remember." She placed the glass to her lips once again leaving two sets of red lipstick prints upon it as she drank it down, feeling it hit her empty stomach hard.


Her laugh was soft as she let it out listening to him talk about her husband being true to her."Listen Mr. Brickman, I wouldn't be here IF I thought he was okay? You said if he was cheating you could find out quickly, so I guess the fee shouldn't be that high correct?" Her legs uncrossed as she moved her thighs together slipping both her feet to the side, her slender ankles leaning against the outter front leg of the chair.


The only thing Kasandra didn't like was IF he looked into her background and chased it back, he would be the first to figure out who she was the famous daughter of. "So do you want the case or not Mr. Brickman?, please don't waste my time or your own pussy footing around?" She placed the glass back on the dusty staind, messy desk top, her eyes of blue to his own of color. Kassandra had balls when she wanted too, just like her father, she waited for his reply.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

"That's all I'm here for really Mr. Brickman, proof so the divorce can be started, For I have other things to do to waste my time on that to worry about my husband and his affairs." Kassandra watched him move as he himself pulled out a pack of cigaretts, and lit one with a match, noting the cover she laughed softly.Her fingers reached for the book of matches, picking them up within her fingertips as she rubbed it between her fingertips. "You go to the club or just grab these randomly from someplace Mr Brickman?"

The only thing Kasandra didn't like was IF he looked into her background and chased it back, he would be the first to figure out who she was the famous daughter of. "So do you want the case or not Mr. Brickman?, please don't waste my time or your own pussy footing around?" She placed the glass back on the dusty staind, messy desk top, her eyes of blue to his own of color. Kassandra had balls when she wanted too, just like her father, she waited for his reply.

Rock's eyes narrowed as he watched her looking at the match book. It was his buisness to pay attention to details and have a good memory. Her blue eyes and teasing manner gave her away. Sure, he had never seen her without her mask and kitty suit, but he knew her. "The owner, Sal Costelllo; he's married to my sister Holly. I've been a few times." She must know this and wasn't giving herself away. He was in there every Tuesday night, if he wasn't working. Sal always comped his drinks on Tuesdays. Sal might be a stupid pig, he at least he treated little sister O.K. He knew he had never seen Sal going after any of the girls.

"Sure, I'll take the case. Candy will have some papers for you to fill out." Candy was already riffling in her desk for the papers. "I need so basic informaton on his schedule and such. I'll get started tonight and make the job as quick as I can. If you have a picture with you, that would help, or you can come back with one."

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Candy slide the papers out of her desk draw and riffled through them a bit more than was strickly neccessary. It didn't pay to let the bossman know how easy her job really was. Her nails were finished and dry now. She held her slender hand up so she could admire the color. The boss had been eyeing that classy dame a bit to much for her taste. O.K., he eyed up every dame that walked through their door, but that didn't mean she liked it.

Candy patted her hair into place, knowing that the cute little bob framed her face perfectly. She reached a finger down to pull her cleavage down a bit, making sure that her glistening chest was a bit more evident, for all the good it did. Her black skirt was a bit damp. It was just that hot. Still, it would cling to her. She already wore it at a scandelously short length. It barely reached the bottom of her knees.

She had been working for Rock for three years now. He had been oggling her for three years now, without making a move. She knew he went off to that damned club for his jollies. She knew he only went out, when he did go out, with classy dames. She had tried that route, dressing up demurely and watching her language. He hadn't even looked at her then. What did the damned man want anyway? She would marry the fool at the drop of a hat, or his pants.

After all of these years of working for him, she still didn't know much about him. She knew his parents had been killed in an automobile accident, that almost took his and his sisters' lives. He had been sixteen and his sister thirteen. She knew that he got an job and managed to keep the family home, to keep his sister out of the orphanage. She knew he had joined the police force and worked for them for over twenty years, before leaving to open up his own detective agency, though she had never been able to find out why he had quite. She knew his little sister was married to a local night-club owner and that they had two handsome twin boys who were about to graduate high school. That was about it though. He had never opened himself up to her. He always had that damned tough guy thing going on. Sure, it was sexy as Hell, but it didn't help her to get him interested in doing more than watching her fanny.

She had meet Rock three years ago when he was investigating the murder of her brother. She had been a frightened twenty two year old girl with a sad past and no one else in the world who gave a damn about her than her brother. She had gotten pregnant at age seventeen and her parents had kicked her out. She had lived on the streets for a bit, before she was taken in to a home for pregnant teens. The baby had been adopted by a nice, middle-class family and she had tried to find a life. She went from waitressing to working at a nightclub. She did almost anything to survive, even a few things she wasn't proud of.

She had been taking night courses in secratarial school when her brother had contacted her. He was on the run, in trouble with some sort of low lifes. Right before she had been able to meet him, he had been shot to death in a drive-by shooting. The police chalked it up to a mob hit, but she knew different. Her brother had said he owned money to a loan shark.

She had ended up sitting across from Rock, crying her young eyes out and unable to pay for an investigation. He had taken pity on her. He had given her a job answering the phones, helped her find a safer apartment and even caught her brother's killer. He had acted like an uncle to her, despite the fact that she knew he appreciated her beauty. The uncle thing was getting old. Sure, he was almost twice her age, but she liked a solid, mature guy like him. He was reliable. He protected her. He watched out for her interests. He even appreciated her curvy beauty. Why the Hell didn't he want to fuck her, put a ring on her finger and start picking out curtains?

She stood stiffly, almost angrily. It was getting old. She, she was almost ready to confront him, but he was her world. Without the job; without him, what would she do? Young men her own age didn't interest her. They were either leterous jerk or earnest do-gooders who didn't have any starch in their undershorts. He was the kind of man she wanted. He was the man she wanted. Now she just needed find a way to bash asside his mis-understandings and bash her understandings into Rock's great, fat boulder of a head.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

She figured sooner or later that she would need to admit she worked there, for that place was where he'd be able to contact her if need be.Not that she needed to worry about his calling the house, her busband was never home.Kassandra stood up, after outtening the smoke, she leaned over the desk as she wtahced Candy's face and whispered to him, "She's got it for you bad." With those words spoken she grabbed her clutch within her fingers, her jacket over her arms and turned her chair a bit and moved it to Candy's desk, looking at her with a wry grin, settling again as she laid her clutch and jacket upon Candy's desk.


Kassandra turned her head about as she offered a smile to the P.I., "I'm not always a bitch if that's what your thinking.I thank you for taking the case, I'm sure it will be quick. I don't have one with me, but I can have one later tonight if you wouldn't mind stopping at my work.I work every Tuesday at the Pussy Cat." With those words said she turned and looked at Candy once again, crossing her legs as her hands ran along her thighs slowly, draggin her manicured nails along the sheer stockings, as her heels dangled from her toes.


She watched as cabdy sorted thru papers upon the desk finding the right ones that she had needed as they, she watched her go thru a routine to get ready to take down her information as kassandra sighed softly and shook her head.Kassandra felt a tingle of jealousy from Candy like she was going to steal the PI and bed him for a month, chain him up and not free him.Kassandra chuckled a bit as she watched her."You okay Doll? You seem a bit edged."


Kassandra open the gold clip on the clutch and brought out another cigareete as she took out a matching book of matches like Cand'ys bosses and lit on cocking her head as she held it to the end of the long smoke, inhaling.She blew the smoke out as her head turned a bit, looking to Brickman again, raising a brow as if to say, " she didn't have all day, all the while her eyes ran down him, scoping his chest out then back up, as she turned her head back to Candy again and waitied for the twently questions to start.It was hot and Kassandra started to get a bit edgy, while sitting there watching as if the girl was entering a beauty pagent and she was a judge.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

Rock wasn't sure what was going on. He knew Candy was usually a bit catty when there was an attractive dame in the office. He knew she probably only wanted what was best for him. She had been protective of him ever since he caught her brother's killer and took her in, so to speak. Still, she was being even more bristly than normal. OH... The lady worked at the Pussy Cat. That must be the reason. He knew Candy hated the club and didn't approve of him going. He frowned and took a drag on his cigarrette. He didnt' approve of the way she dressed any more than she approved of where he spent some of his evening. Over the years she had been dressing more and more slutty. He felt like an uncle to her and realized it was probably time to say something, but not with a stranger in the office.

He stood stiffly. "Look ladies, I am going down to the May's Dinner for a cup of joe and some grubb." He turned to their new client. "Mrs. Kennedy, it has been a pleasure. I wish we had meet under more pleasant circumstances, like last Friday night when you were serving me my drinks with a bit of shimmy thrown in." He tipped his hat and grinned. "I ain't as stupid as I look..." With that, he headed out the door and down to the dinner.

OCC: If I get to posting before you do, I will either write about the dinner, introduce some action for no yet apparent reason, or just jump up to where I start to spy on the hubby. I figure he wouldn't show up at the club without some sort of information already obtained.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kassandra watched as Candy's face seemed to grow redder as she looked over to Mr brickman, checking him out.Candy sensed she might have a bit of competition and the claws were showing.Kass laughed to herself as this was beginning to be fun, she eyed up the P.I. watching him get up from the chair and watched how his lips moved as he spoke.


Kassandra grined a sheepish grin to him, as she walked past and spoke to her , she blushed slightly then laughed."Ah, I guess that wiggle has becum famous, seems your not the only one whom took or takes notice of it. I guess i'll take that as a compliment Mr Brickman, thank you." Her deep dark blue eyes ran down along his form as she watched his turn and walk, " I never said you were stupid now did I? I wouldn't have came to you if that wewre the case...please enjoy your meal."


She turned about and looked to Candy with a smug grin of the cheshire cat upon her face."Now are we ready to get this finished I seem to be starving all of a sudden." Kassandra could be a bitch when she wanted to, and she felt like it now.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

Rock was full and satisfied. He had gotten to read his newspaper, flirt with a cute little waitress and get an grilled to death burger, just the way he liked them. He was whistling as he walked up the stairs to his office. The elevator had been dead for a few months and his little walks were actually making an impact on his middle-age waistline. He stood short as he made the landing.

Candy was standing outside the door to the hall with her arms crossed. She was wearing the tight little red jacket she had worn when she got to the office that morning. It made her breasts stand out and trimmed to waist to nothing. Rock was looking for a moment, then saw her face. She looked like someone had run over her dog, then layed the corpse on her doorstep. She looked like she had looked when they found her brother's murderer.

He walked slowly toward her. "Candy honey... Is something.."

Rock found himself shoved up against the wall. His head hit the concrete with a loud smack. "How could you, you stupid little boy! To think I have wasted the flower of my youth, hoping and praying that you would notice me. You flirted with the bitch like I wasn't even there! DAMNIT! I am prettier than her! I'm the one who takes care of you! I make your fucking coffee! I do your fucking dry-cleaning! I clean your fucking office! I make excuses for you when you get drunk off of your stupid ass! I look the other way when you take your old man body down the that fucking club and feel up the little, purple fannied sluts, who are less than half of your fucking age! You are a joke!"

Suddenly her breasts were pressed up against his lower chest and she dragged his head down by the hair, to plant a violent kiss on his lips. She ground against him as she did so. Rock could feel his manhood swelling and grabbed her slender waist, without realizing he had done so. Candy shoved him hard, to get away and punched him in the balls with her perfect little fist.

"You make your choice! I won't be your fucking niece or little girl any more! I QUIT! Here is your fucking report!" She threw a manila folder at his head and stopped off down the stairs. At the bottom landing she turned her arms akimbo. "If you ever want to see me again, be better show up at my door with a dozen red roses, a heart-shaped box of chocolates and a damned good apology!" Rock watched her perky little ass leaving him forever.

Rock sat down on the floor, not sure what had just happened. He picked up his fedora, that had fallen in the struggle, and planted it back on his head. He shook his head for a minutes, then spoke. "Dames..."

 

[SparkyMan]

It was the end of the day. The heat had taken its toll on everyone in the office including myself. Everyone else had left, their work completed, and I myself, nearly done, was the last one left. The sweat gathered on my back between my shoulder blades helped cling my shirt to my broad back. I had just filed the last folder in my desk and tucked my chair neatly into it's assigned position. I grabbed my fedora off the nearby coat rack and planted it atop my crown. I reached for the pin-striped jacket and was just donning it, when the sound of a creeking door, filled the otherwise silent office.

That eerie sound was one I could never get used to. If it didn't belong to a loan shark, it could only be Mary, still encamped within her office. "Mr. Kennedy?" The female voice pierced through the silence, otherwise occupied by end of the day activity, faintly heard on the street, ten stories below. "Could I see you in my office, before you leae?"

Before I even had a chance to respond, or even acknowledge her question, the eerie door creaked again, and was followed by a *click*. By the time I pushed the brim of my hat up and peered in the direction of the voice, all I could see was the closed door of Mary Hudson's office. It became apparent that it was going to be another late night at the office.

After lightly rapping upon her door, I was called in. The sight was one I had grown accustomed to seeing, especially at this particular hour. Mary was clad only in her black lace bra, black panties, garter belt, and black stockings. Her blonf hair, pulled up and held in place with a pencil. Mary pulled the pencil from her hair and let it fall down wildy amongst her shoulders as she shook her head, freeing all the restricted strand of hair. Mary looked exactly like she did earlier in the day, except I wasn't fucking her now ... at least not yet.

"Mr. Kennedy, you can take your clothes off right there. When you are done, bring that talented tongue of yours right here." Mary pointed to the wet spot between her parting legs. "You better hurry, or maybe I'll have a little discussion with your wife, or maybe Mr. Grantham."

Damn, she had a way of pulling my strings, every time I felt the urge to confront her, or call her bluff. Mr. Grantham was the owner of the company, and I had to make sure, Mary didn't have a discussion with him, about me. She knew I'd do anything she said, just so she wouldn't tell Mr. Grantham of the little secret we two shared. I also knew that if she talked to Kassy, it would be over between us, and that was the last I needed to compound my money worries.

I was in deep, and Mary was my only chance at salvation, and she held the strings, playing me like her puppet. Now I stood in front of her without a stitch of clothing on, closing the distance to her splayed legs. Within a minute I was lapping away, hungrily making her plack panties stain with her wetness and mine. I moved the panties to the side and continued lapping at the honey as it dripped from her hive. Her moans of appreciation told me I was doing fine, once again.

Mary rose from her desk and pushed me back to the small couch in her office, which I plopped into. She peeled the wet panties from her hips, exposing the fine nest of curls, kept neat, between her legs. She climbed atop me and guided my prick into her hungry hot honey hive, making sure she had a firm grip between her legs before removing her hand. Now she sat facing me bouncing up and down upon my prick riding me for her own pleasure, nipping at my neck, dragging her nails across my back, marking me as hers and no one else's.

The heat rose, the passion built and once again, I deposited my love seed into her. I now had the tell tale markings of an illicit affair scribed onto my body and was worried beyond belief, how I'd be able to hide, or worse, explain to Kassy how I got these bruises and scratches.

Mary dismissed me and warned me I had better be on time tomorrow, which actually meant an hour before everyone else arrived.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kassandra gave Candy all the needed information about her dear husband that she needed to know, as well as her own.Candy seemed to grow more pissed as the conversation ,if one could call it that continued.She had a aloof way of asking and commenting to Kassandra, which didn't turn Kassandra on at all if anything just made her toss the poor girl a few more digs.Kassandra figured if the girl wanted to play with the big girls she'd better learn to walk in three inch pumps first before she attempted stilletto heels. She knew the guirl would fall flat upon her face, but that's where you start at.

Kassandra tossed the girl a impiah grin as she grabbed her clutch purse and jacket then headed towards the dingy glass front door."Seems you need to clean this place up a bit, you are the cleaning girl as well correct?" Kassandra didn't even need to look to Candy she knew that , that comment probably blew her mind and she had fames comming from her ass about now.She pressed upon the dirty silver handle and stepped back out into the sweltering heat.Her fingers hekld the door open as she looked back seeing Candy bruting and chuckled softly to hersefl, "Oh, please tell Mr. Brickman that i will see him at the club tonight with the picture he needed." With those words said she left the heavy door slip from her fingertips and down the sidewalk she strutted.

Glancing down to her watch she noted that it was still early, getting into her car she laid her purse and jacket on the seat and started the car heading to a small resturant upon the outskirts of town.Glancing back in the rear view mirror she had caught the younf girl leaving the office, locking the door as she moved quickly along the cement walkway.Kassandra snuckered to herself as she drove forth, along the road heading out of towm to her favorite place. Turning on the radio she happened to catch a news flash that grabbed her attention, ' Johhny Denunzio one of the notorious crime members known to be involved with crime boss Anthony Scarfo A.K.A. 'Little Tony' and his family was found guilty today in court by Judge Samual White.One day this week he will be turning states evidence against his former crime boss known as Lil Tony.'

Kassandra swallowed hard, she had not heard her father's name in the past three to four years. Pulling into the resturant parking lot she left the radio play and continued to listen to what was happening with her father's life.' Lil' Tony and his family could be facing a long term prison sentence if there's enough evidence to convict the number two crime family in the United States. Right now the prosecuting attorney if digging into the background of the family.If there is enough evidence found this time, Lil' Tony could be finally charged for the murder of his Wife Rosetta Black-Scarfo and their daughter Kassanda Scarfo.Right now the attorney is trying to get the papers signed to have the bodies exumed'.There was never a full body for Kassandra there were fragmants that somebody had placed there.

Kassandra turned the radio off, not wanting to hear anything further of the case, she'd been away from that side of her family long enough.Getting from the car she entered the small resturant and sat there stunned for a moment, just looking out the window.Maria started her, she was a plump older woman with grey hair, and a wethered face.One could tell she'd been through harsh times in her life. They exchanged pleasantries and maria brought kassandra her normal sandwich and a soda.Kassandra sat there pickuing at her food, wondering where or what her father was doing and thinking, wondering what her beloved husband was doing at this exact minute.

Finishing her meal she paid the bill, gave Maria her normal tip and headed out to her car, this time when she started it she left the radio off.Kassandra headed home, tomorrow night was her night to work, she needed to remember to take a photgraph with her of her Husband for Mr. Brickman.She pulled up to the curb and exited her car, heading into the house, and once again Brain wasn't home.Quickly she stripped and headed towrds the shower, her clothing stuck to her, a feeling that she hated. Tomorrow if it were this hot she'd be in a nice cooler building serving crinks and enjoying good music. She left the water run over her body as she stood under it, dropping her head back, as it felt like a warm waterfall upon her flesh, cascading over it.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

OCC: I am using the term "colored fellow" because it is period. I believe that African-American or American of African Descent is the proper term, but I want to stay true to the period.

IC: Rock sat outside his prey's place of buisness, a large five story, yellow limestone building in the center of town. This wasn't Chicago. It was just Joliet, Illinios, a smallish city, of a sort. This building was just about the tallest one in the town, only a block away from the movie palace The Rialto.

He was parkedin-+ his non-descript gray sedan and was wearing dark sunglasses. He had waited for two hours all ready. He already had a picture of the husband. He wouldn't be much of a detective if he couldn't get a picture. He had visited the library and did a search on old newspaper articles on the company. In a picture of a ground-breaking ceremony, his target was standing next to the blonde boss-lady. The boss-lady was quite a dish herself, in her black and white, grainy glory.

He had seen thirty suits leave already, but none of them were his target. It was pushing seven o'clock. This wasn't a good sign. Maybe the guy was on the up and up after all. It happened. He had persued one guy who's wife was sure he was cheating. It turned out he was taking tango lessons to suprise her for their anniversary. Maybe he was doing the blonde boss....

Rock stepped out of his car, pulled his trench coat closed and quickly crossed the street. His camera was concealed beneath his long coat. The lobby was empty accept for a colored fellow in a security uniform. He was sitting behind a desk, reading a paper. Rock ducked back out the door. He hadn't been spotted. He gathered his courage up, then slipped back inside.

Right inside the doors was a list of the employees and what office they were in. His target was on the fifth floor. He crept past the desk, trying to keep low, until he was around the corner. The guard didn't persue him, so he quietly slipped open the door to a stairwell and started moving up. His breathing was a bit hard by the last stair. "Gotta cut down on the Lucky Strikes. There's cutting my wind." He whispered.

Soon he was in a long, white hallway with a gray carpetted floor. The lights were dimmed. He moved past glass doored offices, through a large room with lines of typewriters, then into another hall. The building was cooler than his office. Of course it was.

Soon he was at the office door of his target. He peered carefully in, but the office was dark. He moved on a few more steps and heard some very familiar groaning and moaning. Rock grinned and reached down to ready his camera, then crept forward carefully, looking for the source of the noise.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kassandra moved from the shower as she dried off, wrapping a towel about her head as well as her body, then proccedded to walk around the house.She sighed softly,to another night she'd spend alone. She's had enough of these nights she thought she coulld either sit home and pout about her no good cheating hubby or go out and have a few drinks at the Pussykat...she tossed it about in her head as she went into her bedroom, relaxing upon the bed.


Her thoughts drifted to the radio announcment today, and what would happen if she was found out to be his daughter, of if Tony himself ever found out he was lied to. her mind raced with possibilities as she laid there upon the bed. It was to much for her to handle.


Kassandra got up, stripped the towels and walked to the closet picking out a suble but eye catching strapless red tight dress, that cut low in the front as well as the back, placed it on the bed, adding her red garter and black thigh hi's with it, and a fox fur shawl.She took a fel minutes to decide on a red hat with black feathers, as well as a pair of red patent leather pumps and began to get dressed.


She glanced in the mirror as she looked herself over, her hair dun up upon her head, the small classy red velvet evening had a tad croockked as she pulled the veil down over her face, deep red lipstick upon her perfect full lips.She sighed softly as her slender fingers rose to her collar bone, and rubbed across a strawberry mark on her collar bone just like her mother's.


Satisfied on how she looked kassandra turned and headed out for a few drinks, to drink her sorrows away.She knew there would be a small crowed tonight at the club, it was monday night, most were home with their wives for the most part, till the middle of the week, from then on out it was busy and jumping.Monday and Tuesday were mainly business men , those out of town guys looking for a dame for the night, or their regular pick ups.Down the street she went, she could taste the whiskey in her mouth as she thought about it, the club, perhaps it lingered from earlier..

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The 1950 black buick sat in the shadows of darkness, two men dressed in black/white pin striped suits with black fedors, sat in the front seat watching the front of the building.Mary was to make the drop with the cash at a percise time and knew Lil Tony didn't like to be kept waiting.


Nicky Slick and Joey Fingers watch as a tall male exits his car, wrapping himself up in his trenchcoat, and enters the buliding. This didn't sit well with the two they could smell a rat a mile away. Both men wait and watch as the guy moves around the building, bypassing the guard who didn't even notice him. They look to one another, and move quickly, fully armed.


Heading across the street, their slick balck dress shoes tap along the pavement below, and quietly open the door to the office building, one tossing his head to the left as both grip the handle on their guns m quietly open the door and follow the way the guy went. They knew if the dame was selling them out she'd be shot and thossed to the river in a cement casket.


Slick and Finger's used their eyes and hand motions to speak with one another as they stood at the bottom of the sairwell, listening to the pants as the guy went up the steps, quickly yet quetly they followed along behind him, staying one step beck to watch.


The two quietly slipped into the same dimly lit hallway, along the grey carpet, past the water cooler ,past the glass iffice doors and each took a side of the wall as they spotted the guy in the trench coat. They saw him reach down into his dark trench assuming he was going to plug mary, the rushed him fast and hard.


Slick tackled him, Finger's placed the nose of his gun to his temople, while Slick gagged and blindfolded him quickly, binding his wrists, and feet as well, before they could all be seen,tossing him over Slicks shoulder they carried him out, nodded to the guard and tossed him in the backseat of their black buick, fingers hit him hard in the head with the but of his gun, jumped in and sped off.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

OCC: OH SHIT................

IC:

Brock wasn't sure where he was. For a moment he wasn't even sure who he was. It wasn't like it was the first time someone had bump rushed him and tied him up, but the experience hadn't gotten any more fun. There was a terrible throbbing across the left side of his head. He tested the bonds on his feet and wrists, but realized that who ever had trussed him up had been an expert. There wasn't enough give for him to get loose. He knew that he could struggle and make muffled noises, but it wouldn't do any good. He slowly realized he was in a moving vehicle. He searched his mind, trying to figure who he had pissed of enough, recently, to do this to him. He already knew they would have found the snub nosed revolver in his coat pocket and taken it. There was nothing to do but wait.

occ: Sorry for the short post, but I wasn't sure what else to do with this situation.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

Candy sat alone in her tiny apartment kitchen with a bottle of sherry and a glass. The tiny kitchen had been done in white, with tiny cherries on the wall-paper. The counter held one a squat, square radio, a rounded metal toaster and large, white jars bearing the words sugar and flour. The table has a little one with a metallic rim around it. The chairs were ice cream parlor chairs with red vinal covers with tiny white dots.

She had hopes. She thought he might call her. She though he might sit outside her apartment in his car. She hoped..... hoped me might come to her door. She would welcome him, even without the roses. It sky was dark and the streetlights were on. He hadn't even tried to contact her.

Candy sat alone in her kitchen, getting drunk...

 

[SparkyMan]

The day was over, the deeds were done, no matter how dirty they seemed. Brian dressed and walked out the door, and stopped just for a moment!

Did he hear something? A strange noise? There was definitely some kind of noise, but what could it be? There was nobody in that office, nobody supposed to be there, except he and Mary! His head scanned the room back and forth, trying to figure out what sound it was that he had heard. It sounded as if it were a door ... but which door? He couldn't tell. He didn't see anybody! He convinced himself it was nothing, just probably the janitor, making his rounds.

Even though there was nobody there, Brian suddenly had an uneasy feeling. It could have been his illicit affair was weighing more heavily on his conscience, or the gut reaction that the sound he heard was not the janitor. Once more he donned his fedora and walked out. He passed the guard saying his routine goodbye, and headed to the street. The heat outside seemed to envelop him, despite the late hour of the day. He adjusted his brim to block out the setting sun, and to shield his view from any bypassers. He didn't want to bump into anybody he knew.

It was several blocks, but Brian had grown accustomed to walking, rather than driving. He rounded the corner to the street lined with duplexes along the sidewalk, each one with a small patch of grass in the back. He climbed the stoop to the front porch, noting that the neighbors were home, and reached for his doorknob. Before he twisted it though, he stopped and adjusted the collar of his shirt, pulling it higher up on his neck to hide the scratch he felt there. He then adjusted his jacket to hide the smeared lipstick imprint Mary had left behind. This was always the tough part, getting in and by Kassy with all the telltale signs Mary seemed to intentionally leave behind. He reached for the door again and turned the knob.

It didn't open? His brow raised as he tried to figure out where Kassy had gone off to? He dug in his pocket for his key and stuck the brass skeleton key into the hole and turned till he heard the click. He entered the house that was left lit, and wandered about, shuffling as he listened for Kassy, not wanting to wake her if she was napping. He entered each room one by one, to find it void, then ascended the stairs and searched the rooms there. Nothing! Kassy must be out, he assumed, probably shopping for new clothes. At least he could get cleaned up and Kassy wouldn't know any different.

He changed out of the clothes, put some ointment on the scratches, and buried the dirty shirt amongst her blouses. It was late, and he was tired, lounging in his pajamas, he poured himself a glass of bourbon, straight up, from the bottle he kept upstairs. He turned on the radio and lay back in bed as he reflected on his current situation, and the mess he had gotten himself into.

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Mary watched Brian walk out the door, a smile ... more of a smirk ... on her face, wondering how long it would be till his wife found out. The others in the office would surely gossip, and word would eventually get back to her. If that didn't work, surely, the marks she left behind would be enough to set any woman on jealous rampage. It's exactly what she wanted! She wanted to ruin Brian's life, turn it upside down, make him leave town, then her own problems would be erased.

She was treading fine waters, and had almost blown her cover. It wasn't until her secret account started showing some unaccounted withdrawals, that she began to worry. She had to do her own investigating, and found it was only Brian, skimming petty amounts for his own personal gain. She had to put an end to his actions, otherwise she'd be waking up to a horse's head in her bed. She couldn't report him, then her cover would be exposed. Mary had to take care of Brian in her own way, had to get rid of him as only she knew she could. No blood, no disappearance, no investigations, no police ... just ruin his life so that he either commits suicide, or runs off in embarrassment.

She reflected for a moment though. He was a good lover. Heck, he was a great fuck. She could envision herself with Brian, but the fear of the horse's head kept flashing in her brain. She crossed the empty office, the trail of their lovemaking, seeping down her inner thighs. Still naked, she turned on the radio and peered out onto the street below watching him walk off into the distance.

" Johhny Denunzio one of the notorious crime members known to be involved with crime boss Anthony Scarfo, A.K.A. 'Little Tony', and his family was found guilty today in court by Judge Samual White. One day this week he will be turning state's evidence against his former crime boss, known as Lil Tony. 'Lil' Tony and his family could be facing a long term prison sentence if there's enough evidence to convict the number two crime family in the United States. Right now the prosecuting attorney is digging into the background of the family. If there is enough evidence found this time, Lil' Tony could be finally charged for the murder of his Wife Rosetta Black-Scarfo and their daughter Kassanda Scarfo. Right now the attorney is trying to get the papers signed to have the bodies exumed."

Mary's heart jumped into her throat, hearing that news report. She turned towards her desk, opened it up and pulled out a bottle of gin and opened it up. She filled the glass on her desk and placed the open bottle next to it as she wrapped her nervous fingers around the glass. She picked it up and put it to her lips as her other hand picked the phone up off the cradle and dialed a number she had memorized, but never called.

The voice on the other end picked up, and Mary announced that it was she calling. She nearly choked on the gin when the voice on the other end barked, "Whaddaya fuckin' callin' me here for you dumb blonde?"

 

[Sinful_whispers]

They drove down the street and turned off to a off street, pulling up to an old building back door. Quickly they opened the doors to the car, grabbed their new passanger tossed him in the buliding with a 'thud' and dragged him along the cement floor as they talked a bit between themselves.
The two thugs picked up the guy, stripped his pockets and found out who he was, it wasn't good when they found out he was an P.I. They secured him to the old wooden chair, bound his hands behind him tightly, then his feet to each chair leg.

They smacked him around a bit, "Wake up..Brickman. we have a few questions for you.What were you doing there spying upon the dame? What's the camera for? Who you working for?" The ripped the blindfold from his eyes and turned the spotlight upon him, shinning it within his eyes so he couldn't see them but they could see him.Slick ripped the film out of the camera and trashed it on the floor, won't be needing that I don;t think the Boss would appreciate the pictures being taken. You wworking for the cops eh Brickman?"

Both men stood over him, one questiuoning and one holding a gun tip to his tenple, "We could easily blow your brains out and drop you into the river easily.Nobody would ever find you again, watery graves are our speciality Brickman, so speak up, each time we think your lying maybe you need to lose a finger ow two, that might help you confess the truth.What the fuck were you doing there ?"
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The phone rang as Tony grabbed it, and listened...

Lil Tony growled out as she called him there , knowing the line could be tapped."Fucking told you to neva eva call me here, the boy's picked up a gift outside your doorstep, and are bringing it back to me, they sensed it was mine anyways, I'll take it from here. Everything else is to go as planned, I think you need to make the tem Pm train at the Grand station, your to meet you brother and be on time, he hates to wait.Understand?" He didnt even need to wait for her to answer.She was to meet the boys at the station with his share of the cash that was filtered through, he knew exactly how much was to be accounted for tonight, with this shipment.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

Rock felt like he had a horrible hangover. The headache was there. The feeling like he had to throw up. The glossy eyed confusion. The desire to collapse on the floor and die. He wasn't going to die though, or at least not yet.

He knew that there was such a thing as client confidentiality. He didn't want to turn these guys onto Kassy. He also didn't want to having his hams crushed and wears cement overshoes.

"I was just looking to get the dirt on some cheating husband. His wife found lipstick on some of his collars and scratches on his back. She thought he was having an affair and wanted pictures. I was just trying to get the pictures."

One of the men started to twist his finger back. "You gonna have to do better than that Mr. Brickman." His finger was screaming now. He bite his lip and tasted blood.

"I'm telling you the truth, damnit! I staked the loser out, waiting for him to run off to his mistress! The bastard was actually still working. Then it hit me, maybe he was doing someone in the office. I was sneaking on him when you jumped me! I could hear them fucking doing it."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kassandra sat at the bar ordering another whiskey on the rocks as she listened to the colored-man on stage blowing that horn, she wes feeling the effects of the drinks, as they were going down smoothly this night. Looking around there was a few kitty-kat's that she knew and knew who she was, as far as a kitten herself.

Kassanda crossed her legs as she thought about her husband, Brickman and wondered if the PI got what she needed yet to finally figure out the truth.He said it wouldn't take long it was an easy case, she swirled the ice in her tumbler as she gulped down the whiskey, and ordered another.

Looking about she spotted two men sitting at a far table in the back corner, both in dark suits, their hats upon their laps, looking to her. Kassandra quickly turned away, perhaps she was just a bit paranoid, thou she knew there were certain mobsters that hung here, she knew she was paranoid.

The tender gave her another whiskey as she downed it then grabbed her fur, her clutch and left the bar, headed to her car. Getting in she sat back, leaning her head back so her mind would unfog. Before she knew it she fell asleep at the wheel, then suddently awake maybe ten minutes later as she heard a car horn.

From there she decided it was time to go home, starting her car, she pulled from the lot and headed in the direction of home.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Slick and Fingers figured the guy was telling the truth, the last few nights they been watching the place as per Lil Tony, not trusting the dame they noticed a guy always leaving later than the rest, her office light going on and off.

Slick looked at Finger's and nodded. "We'd appreciate you staying away from the building and the dame there. We don't care how fucking bad this dame wants you to prove her old man is cheating the Boss doesn't want no trouble there.Is this understood Brickman?"

Before he had a chance to answer, Fingers nailed him again with the gun to his head and knocked him back out. Untying him they bound him back up, tossed him over Slicks shoulder and headed back out to the buick again.

Finger's undid his clothing as they dumped him outside his office, the address they found in his wallet and drove off.Figuring he could find his own way back to his car, and sped off to make their meeting with the dame.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

POV Switch:

So there I was, laying out on the cold pavement under a street lamp, feeling like someone had slipped me a micky and then ran me over with a milk truck. Sure, I was used to mornings like that, but usually not before I'd even had a chance to have a drink.

They had been really nasty characters. Hell, everyone was a nasty character in my line of work. Even my clients, the people who but bread in my pocket and butter on my table, were usually real pieces of work. What Hitler and Hiroheto hadn't been able to accomplish, we were doing to ourselves, one gat at a time.

I felt around for my wallet and found it still there. My piece was gone though. Figured. The camera was a total loss. That was going to set me back a few green backs. I sat up and pawed through my wallet. My fingers felt like they were sausages trying to thread a needle. Nothing looked like it had been taken... accept the address to my client. That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.

As I lay there, some suit walked past quickly. He crossed the street to avoid me in fact. I was the least of his worries. Strolling through Joliet at... ten? at night wasn't the smartest thing to do. My watch had been smashed somewhere in that mess.

I really wanted a change of clothing and a bath, but first things were first. Kassy, er... Mrs. Kennedy, was probably still waiting down at the club, wondering what was keeping me. Sure, I hadn't promised results the first night, but she didn't look like a dame who would be patient for too long. She wasn't going to like the news. Hell, I couldn't even go after her husband again until I bought a new camera. With my entire savings, I still wasn't sure that I would be able to afford one, so I was going to have to make a trip to the paw shop. Maybe I could pawn Candy's typewriter.... No. I still had hopes she'd come back. I, I wasn't to sure what to do with that mess, but my current mess was more important. I didn't want Mrs. Kennedy, or her two-timing husband, mixed up with those two goons.

I managed to stand up and stagger to my car. I hurried over to my office. I was feeling suspicious and sore, so the trip up took me twice as long as normal. The office seemed deserted though. I sighed as I saw that Candy had poured a bottle of my best hooch over the papers on my desk. At least she hadn't set it on fire. I took a large shot of scotch for courage, tried to straighten up my suit, slipped my back up gun (a double shot derringer) into my coat pocket along with my black jack, and hurried back out to my car. My head was aching like a cheap whore with the clap, but at least my hat hide the two giant goose eggs on my noggin.

I drove up to the club, but parked around back. I was feeling extra suspicious tonight. Fred at the front door tipped his hat to me. "Good evening Mr. Brickman. Welcome back." I didn't return his greating, but brushed past him. Fred was an alright sort, but I wasn't looking for a good time tonight and didn't feel like stopping for the pleasantries.

The joint was really jumping tonight. Blind Fred was blowing his horn like Gabriel at the second coming and the kitties were definitely feeling playful. Miranda, one of my favorite little kittens, was already trying to feel in my pockets, looking for loose change one hoped, when I saw two dark suited men headed out the door. Something about them really set my alarm ringing. Shit, if those two weren't bad news in a good suit, I didn't know who was.

I followed them out quietly, after removing Miranda's hands from some rather personal space, and ran around the back side of the building. I raced after them, trying to keep from being seen. I had a nasty inkling where they were heading. We rounded block after block. I thought they were acting odd, as if they were following someone, or as if they might know I was following them. Either way, I was being careful.

They pulled into the driveway of a little white picket fence number with a porch swing and everything. One of those cute, little suburban boxes that hide the greatest terrors of them all. There were already a couple of sedans parked, which forced them half into the street, but effectively blocked the other cars from escaping.

The goons got out and pulled two nasty metal pieces from under their jackets. They moved quietly toward the house, their guns held by their heads. These two weren't trying out for open mic night. They were real crooners. I parked a third of a block behind them, grabbed by weapons from the pockets of my trench coat, and ran toward them, trying more for speed than for silence. Damn cigarrettes. I wasn't getting either.

Just as the first one was slipping into the front door, I ran full tilt into the other one, bringing my black jack down over his greasy head and taking him to the ground in the process. I didn't want him playing possum on me, so I smashed his face into the stone foot path as hard as I could, before prying his piece from his hand and trading my derringer for it. Bright blood was flowing out from under his head. As long as it wasn't mine, I was all for it, though it would be a bitch to explain to the boys in blue. Hell, I was a legacy. It won't be that hard for them to loss the evidence for me. It wouldn't be like it was the first time. I crept forward toward the door, not sure how much the sounds of crunching bones had made.