The Mister and Mrs North, Mystery Theater

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OOC...This is a story that Ticklish Girl and I will play. Other members of LIT will be asked to participate on a case by case basis. If your interested in playing a part, please contact me by PM. Thanks....

The Norths were a famous pair of amateur detectives whose program was heard on the radio and seen on TV in the late 40s and early 50s. We are taking the liberty of moving the action to the present.





Pam and Jerry North live fairly normal lives in most ways. He's an established book editor and she's an author of detective novels. Their home, a large apartment within easy walking distance of Central Park in NYC is also their office and is usually found in a state of literary disarray with stacks of books and manuscripts in every room. Jerry North and his wife don't look particulary bookish since they both exercise regularly and watch their diets, for truth be known they often indulge in extracurricular activities that demand a certain degree of physical prowess, charismatic charm and sex appeal.
For they have been obsessed since the earliest days of their relationship with crime. The solving of it that is. In fact many of their cases became the basis for Pam's novels featuring the remarkable exploits of Jimmy Quinn Private Eye.

The NYPD has over the years become tolerant of the North's amateur sleuthing and in fact recognize that their very annonymity has been of great service in bringing the guilty to the bar of justice.
Very often they find their challenge in the Sunday paper and it is in fact on a lazy Sunday morning in May that we find them discussing the latest news over their second cup of coffee.
Pam by the way is a striking blonde of 32 with curves in all the right places and Jerry, six years older, is tall and trim with hair beginning to gray abit at the temples.
Dressed up for an evening on the town they are quite the striking pair.


Stay tuned for the North's first challenge

The Case of the Corpse That Grinned !

 

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The Corpse that Grinned..


"Hey look at this Pam. It's really a good one!"

Mrs. North stirred cream in her coffee.
"Don't tell me your ready again so soon honey. Give a gal a chance to recover."
She peeked over the table edge but Jerry's jewels lay safely at rest inside his blue stripped 'jammies'.

"NO! I mean this."
His finger punched at a boldfaced lead at the bottom of page one of the New York Daily Journal.

Another mutilated body found in Greenwich Village.

"Can you give me a summary dear. You know I can't read without my glasses."
Pam thought her glasses made her look like a geek. They turned Jerry on big time.

"Well it seems that three bodies have been found in the Washington Square area in the last two weeks."

"And that's news?...Come on, really. There's more..."

"No! listen..."
He slipped his own reading glasses halfway down his nose and read...
"All three corpses have been carefully, almost surgically dissected and the body parts hidden in various places around the Park and streets nearby. The first two victims appear to have been derelicts but the last has positively been identified as Gloria Baumeister a student at NYU. In each instance the severed heads of the victims wore wide happy grins.
"I can't figure it." said Lieutenant Matt DeForio of Homicide. "It looks like they were laughing their heads off while getting chopped up!"

"Ohhh..that sounds real messy Jerry."
Pam pursed her pretty lips.

"Yeah! Isn't it great!"

She patted his hand.
"Give me the phone dear, you know I can get a lot farther with Lieutenant DeForio than you can."

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Pam

A wide grin spread over Jerry’s face as he placed the cell phone in Pam’s hand. She dialed the lieutenant’s number from memory and waited through one, two, three rings before a gruff voice said, “DeForio.”

“Lieutenant, good morning!” Pam’s voice was as light and sweet as peach nectar. “This is Pam North. How are you?”

“I’ve had better mornings, Mrs. North,” the lieutenant replied. Some of the gruffness left his voice. “I assume you’ve read the morning paper.”

“Yes, I have, in fact.”

He grunted. “Hell of a case, isn’t it? I had a feeling it would trip your trigger.”

“It certainly did. Three bodies, all dismembered, all decapitated, and the heads all bearing wide grins. Very intriguing.”

“Huh. ‘Intriguing’ isn’t quite the word I’d use, Mrs. North.”

“Oh?” Pam’s free hand groped across the table for her trusty notepad and pen (as a writer/amateur sleuth, she was never without pad and pen). “How so, Lieutenant?”

DeForio sighed, and Pam could almost see him raking his fingers through his already disheveled hair. “Damn puzzling is what I’d call it. Very few clues that we can work with. No forensic evidence. No witnesses. Nothing that links the three vics together. The first two were derelicts, but they hung out in different parts of town, and to the best of our knowledge they were not acquainted with each other. And neither one of them had any ties to the Baumeister girl. We’re going on the theory that the derelicts were for practice.”

“Practice.” In spite of her vast experience with all kinds of gruesome crimes, Pam felt a shiver crawl down her spine.

“Yeah. They would have been relatively easy targets. It’s been pretty cold the past couple of weeks. The doer could have talked them into going with him to a place where they could get a hot meal and a bed. They probably would have jumped at the offer.”

“It makes sense.”

“It’s a nice theory, anyway. I’d like it a whole lot more if we actually had a witness who saw someone talking to them before they disappeared.”

“What about the Baumeister girl?”

There was the sound of rifling pages on DeForio’s end of the phone. “Ah, let’s see. Gloria Baumeister, nineteen years old, sophomore at NYU. According to her dorm mate, she went to the movies by herself two nights ago and never came back. Roomie reported her missing yesterday morning when she didn’t show up for class – very much out of character for her, according to this girl. We canvassed the area around the movie theater, but nobody remembers seeing her. Another dead end.” Disgust crept into his voice. Pam thought he sounded tired.

“You’re right, Lieutenant,” she said in a lower, more soothing tone of voice. “This is a puzzling case.”

“Never seen anything like it in twenty-eight years on the job. This guy just took these three people off the street, and once he had them where he wanted them he did…whatever the hell it is he did to them.”

“Which brings us to the grins.”

DeForio sighed again. “Yeah, the grins. That’s the weirdest part of all. Coroner says it’s not involuntary, not a muscle thing. They were smiling or laughing as they died. And since cause of death was massive bleeding from the ax blows that severed their limbs and heads, what I want to know is, what the hell was so damn funny?”

“That seems to be the key to the whole thing,” Pam said.

“Yeah. So…you and your husband are thinking of checking this one out?”

Pam glanced across the table at her husband, who was still grinning. “Yes, we are.”

“All right. I don’t see how it could hurt.”

After all these years Pam knew DeForio well enough to understand that this was as close as he would ever come to acknowledging their help. “We won’t interfere with your investigation in any way, Lieutenant.”

“Yeah, I know you won’t. Listen, Mrs. North, I’ve got a call on the other line.”

“Okay, Lieutenant. We’ll be in touch.”

“All right then, goodbye.” DeForio broke the connection, and Pam handed the phone back to her husband.

She offered him a smug smile and waved her notepad. “I told you I could get pretty far with him.”

“He likes you, that’s why he talks to you.” Jerry pretended to pout. “I mean, should I be jealous or something? Is there something you’re not telling me, Pamela darling?”

“Oh, you!” She swatted him lightly on the arm, and they both enjoyed a good laugh.

When they recovered, she slid her notepad across the table for Jerry to examine. As she watched him skim her notes, excitement swelled within her until she felt as if she might burst. It was always like this when they took on a new case. The thrill of the hunt, she supposed. It never got old. I hope to God it never does, she thought.

“So, darling, where do we start?” she said.

 

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"How long has it been since we took a walk in Washington Square?"
Jerry smiled and slipped out of his chair, giving his wife a freindly peck on the cheek and allowing his hand to rove over the still firm full orbs inside her robe.
"Unless we have time for...."

"I think we've already done that this morning Jer dear...and we don't want the trail to get any colder do we?"
Pam could be all business when she was on the scent of something good.

He gave up with a sigh and called for a cab to take them downtown.
Once it was possible to get gem like nuggets of information from cabbies but now you were lucky to get one that spoke English at all. But this one did...
"Ya I read about doze murders in da paper, and a funny ting about dat..."
Boris it turned out was from Minsk and had run a cab in the City for the past seven years.
The Norths looked at each other and smiled. They'd found a treasure.
He'd run a lot of fares around the Park and the Village in the past few weeks and remembered carrying a young woman who looked a lot like the photo of Gloria Baumeister that appeared in the Sunday paper. He wasn't sure of the night but it had been about a week before the murder and it had been late...very late. Maybe 2 or 3 in the morning.

"How did she seem to you? Was she acting odd in any way?"
Pam had clicked on her mini tape recorder and was holding it up
to catch Boris' answer.

"She vus very high on someting I tink...not tired like I vood be. Couldn't sit still...she vas singing to herself..da holt vay."
He'd picked her up on the corner of University and 4th and taken her to her East Village Apartment. He remembered also that she'd given him a very large tip, maybe ten bucks which was a surprise since he'd assumed she was a student. She was carrying a NYU book bag.

Pam looked at Jerry. Carrying text books at 3 in the morning, hyped up on something and loaded with cash...!!
There was some meat in all that for sure.
They tipped the cabbie ten bucks too, had him promise to keep his ears open for anything and gave him their phone number to call if he did.

A fine Spring morning in Washington Square!
Sun dappled shadows, birds singing in the trees, old men playing chess and three yellow Police cordons, roping off the crime scenes.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Hand in hand Pam and Jerry strolled around the park, getting a feel for the scene. Pam looked all around, trying to see things through the eyes of her creation, Jimmy Quinn, Private Eye. How would he view these crime scenes? What insights would he have? She fell silent as her brain went into high gear, taking in the data.

They came to one of the crime scenes, a bench facing the Washington Square Arch. The bench’s fading green paint was stained dark red, and there were a few droplets of red on the concrete below. The sight of the dried blood made them both catch their breath. They were both used to the sight of blood after so many adventures, but it never lost its power to stun them into silence. A bloodstain at a crime scene was a stark symbol that something awful and irrevocable had happened, something that had to be put right. It was a challenge, one that they both gladly accepted.

“Is this where they found Gloria’s head?” Pam asked. Her voice was hushed.

“According to the news story, it is.” Jerry was equally subdued.

She exhaled loudly. “Wow.”

They stayed there for another minute or two, then moved on. For the next hour or so they slowly toured the park, visiting each crime scene. Pam filled page after page in her notebook with observations and sketches. They talked to some park regulars, but they met no one who had seen anything or knew any of the victims.

At eleven-thirty Pam declared that she was ready for a break. “I could use a cup of coffee too,” Jerry said. “I think I saw a coffee shop when we got out of the cab.”

They went back the way they came and soon found a tiny coffee shop on West Third. Once they were inside a wizened bald man in a rumpled white shirt and enormous black bowtie ushered them to a booth and placed menus and glasses of water before them. They ordered coffee and bran muffins and the old man scooped up the menus and shuffled away.

Jerry sat back in the booth and smiled across the table at Pam. “Not a bad morning’s work, darling.”

“No, I guess not,” she said. “It would have been nice if we had found anyone who knew the victims.”

Jerry took a sip of water. “Hm, yes,” he said. “But of course, you have to remember that the people who are there now aren’t the same people who would have been there when our killer deposited the remains.”

“True.” Pam fidgeted with her napkin. “This guy sure is a ballsy sonofagun, isn’t he? I mean, he goes back to the same place again and again. Why is the park so important to him?”

“Maybe he lives nearby,” Jerry said. “It’d be pretty hard to carry all those body parts around for a long distance.”

“It certainly would.” She shuddered. “I can just imagine him putting that severed head on the park bench. Like putting the star on a Christmas tree. Yuck.”

A muffled cough caught their attention. They looked up and the old man was there with their orders. His expression was wary as he placed the coffee and muffins in front of them. He must have overheard Pam’s last remarks. She blushed a little and muttered a thank you. She sometimes got so wrapped up in these cases, she forgot that not everyone had Jerry’s tolerance for her way of talking about them.

The old man looked from Jerry to Pam. “You two were talkin about that girl who got killed the other night?”

“That’s right,” said Jerry.

“It’s a real shame, innit? Pretty girl like that. She was such a sweetheart, too. What the hell is going on in this city, I wanna know? It’s goin’ straight to hell in a handbasket. I oughta know, this place is open twenty-four hours a day, so I see all the kooks and freaks who come out at night.”

Pam sat up straight. “You knew her?”

“Yeah, she came in here a few times.”

Pam and Jerry exchanged excited glances, then Pam looked back at the waiter. “Do you mind if we ask you about this girl, Mister uh…”

“You can call me Gus. Sure you can ask me.” Gus’s eyes narrowed when Pam took out her recorder. “What’s that? You a reporter?”

“I’m a writer doing research about the crimes. Can I record you?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. I got time. The lunch crowd won’t be comin in for another half-hour or so. Just don’t use my name, okay?”

Pam clicked on the recorder. “I won’t, I promise.”

Gus eyed the recorder. “So, whaddya wanna know?”

“You said she came in here.”

“Yeah, I think it was four times. Late at night.”

“How late?”

“Two, t’ree in the morning. That’s when I’m usually in the restaurant. I don’t sleep so good, so I like to work at night. Like I said, a lotta kooks and freaks come out at night, so when this little gal comes in, she sticks out like a sore thumb. She kinda looked like my granddaughter.”

“Was she alone?”

“The first couple a times, she was. It was the same routine every time. She looked like she was waitin for somebody. She sat watchin the door, had a couple a Cokes, just takin little sips. I kept an eye on her, just in case any of the freaks tried to bother her. After about an hour, nobody showed up, and she looked so sad. She paid the check and then took off. She didn’t talk to nobody. Always left t’ree bucks for a tip.”

“Do you remember how long ago this was?”

Gus’s already wrinkled face wrinkled some more as he tried to remember. “I think the first time I saw her was early February. The last time was just a couple days ago. I think it was Thursday.”

“She was here a couple of days ago?” Jerry jumped in. His eyes gleamed with excitement. “Waiting for someone?”

“Yeah, she came in around two, waited an hour just like the other times. This time was different. The other times she was excited, like she was waitin for a date. She was all fidgety, could hardly sit still. This time she was real down. She looked like she’d been cryin. Had these dark circles under her eyes. But it was the same deal as before. She had a couple a Cokes, sat watchin the door for about an hour, then she kinda sighed and asked me for the check.”

“So her date never showed up?”

“No, this time he did. She paid the check and walked out, and just as the door was closing I heard her say, ‘Oh there you are!’ All excited. And just like that she was happy again. I heard her giggling as she walked away.”

“Did you get a look at this guy?”

“I was kinda curious, so I was about to go to the window and take a look. But just then some jackass in the back yells at me, where’s his frickin omelet? I yelled somethin back at him, then I turned back to the window, but by that time they were walkin up Sixth Avenue, arm in arm. I could only see the back of the guy.”

“Get any sense of what he looked like?”

Gus shrugged. “Tall. Much taller than her. Her head didn’t even come up to his shoulder. He wasn’t skinny, had a kinda solid-lookin body. Black hair, about collar length. He wore a long black coat. That’s about it.”

People were beginning to pour into the tiny restaurant, and Gus was beginning to look a little nervous. He clearly wanted to get back to work, and neither Pam nor Jerry could think of any more questions. “You’ve been very helpful, Gus,” Pam said. She turned off the recorder and replaced it in her purse.

“I was? Oh, good, that’s good. Anything I can do to help that gal’s family.” Someone called Gus’s name and he took a step away from their booth. “Uh, listen, I gotta get back to work.”

“Sure, no problem,” said Jerry. He watched Gus hurry away to another booth, then turned to Pam. “I’d sure like to know who this mystery man is,” he said.

“I wonder if her friends knew about him,” Pam mused. “One thing’s for sure, this girl was a regular night owl. She’s taking cabs, she’s waiting around in coffee shops, she’s walking up Sixth Avenue with a mystery man, all at two, three a.m. Did she ever go to class?”

“Well, let’s see if we can find out,” said Jerry. They quickly finished their coffee and muffins, then paid the tab. On the way out Jerry personally put ten dollars in Gus’s hand. The old man’s eyes widened and he sputtered a thank you.

“No, thank you,” said Jerry. “For the information. And if you remember anything, please call me.” He gave the elderly waiter his business card, and then he and Pam left the restaurant.

Hand in hand Pam and Jerry walked up Sixth Avenue, planning their next move, well aware that they were walking in the footsteps of Gloria Baumeister and her mystery man.

 

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"Should we over to NYU and ask around about her?"
Pam paused outside the cafe and slipped on her sun glasses. It was a warm spring day in NY and the sun was beginning to hammer down hard

Jerry smiled and took her hand.
"Nah, we can do that later, let's go back to the Park and pretend it's ten years ago and we're wildly, insanely in love!"

She peered at him over the rim of her glassesand adopted a stern, no nonsense look.
"Jerry really, we are on a case."
She sighed and kissed him on the cheek. He looked like a little boy sometimes.
"Your hopeless darling...let's go."

Looking through the tinted window Gus watched them cross the street and disappear into the throngs crowding Washington Square.
A frown crossed his face.
"Hey Gus, gimme a tab will ya"
He brushed by the cop at the counter and went into the office.
His fingers were trembling as he picke up the phone and punched in the number.


"Isn't this a GREAT day!"
Jerry's hand was around her waist, a waist she was proud to say that had not grown one inch since they were married.
And it was fun being in the park again, just walking and being together. This was something they used to do often when Pam was taking graduate classes at the college. They'd often sit on that bench right there and...she shuddered. It was where the head had ben found.
The police cordons were still up but people were passing them without a glance or a thought. It was New York after all.

They were walking down the line of chess players, some young, some old, some in yuppy business attires out for a fast game on their lunch hour and some that looked like derelicts. Jerry loved chess. He wasn't any good at it, but he never stopped trying.

"Wanna game?"
The rummy eyed creature staring up at him looked like Bowry leavings of a former generation. He hadn't shaved in recent memory and he stunk.
Pam nudged her husband...'Let's go', she whispered.

"Blitz? Just one mister for a buck, how about it?"

"Hey Pam it's just a Blitz game...Ten minutes?"
The man nodded, and began setting up the pieces.
Jerry slid onto the stone bench in front of him.
"Thanks, mister my reglar partner, Old Morris" ain't been here today...it ain't like him at all."

Pam perked up suddenly...
The game got interesting after all.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

“You and your partner are here every day?” Pam asked as she slid in beside Jerry.

The man nodded. “Yeah. Like clockwork. Geez, I hope Morris is okay. With all this nasty stuff that’s been goin on lately, I can’t help worryin.” His hands shook slightly as he put the pieces in order on the chessboard.

“You mean the killings?”

“Yeah. Hell, I’m sure he’s okay. Probably at the soup kitchen or something like that.” He coughed hard, then looked up at Jerry. “Okay, mister, I’m ready. You go first.”

Jerry smiled at him. “Thanks, uh…what can I call you?”

“Harry. Just Harry.” He didn’t ask either of them for a name, just sat there waiting for Jerry’s move.

Jerry hesitated for a second, then moved a pawn. Harry countered with a move of his own and for the next couple of minutes all was silent as they concentrated on the game. Pam watched them play, less interested in the game than in Harry. She guessed that he would loosen up a little as the game progressed, and if he did she would ask him a couple of questions.

It was difficult for her to keep from giggling as Jerry quickly lost two pawns and a rook. He wouldn’t last very long at all at this rate. Meanwhile, Harry was turning out to be a pretty good player. His rheumy eyes stared at the board with total concentration and his hands were quick and sure as he moved his pieces about. She couldn’t help wondering what had brought him to these reduced circumstances.

The game lived up to the name “blitz”, as Jerry ended up being checkmated roughly ten minutes after sitting down. Harry gathered up the pieces. “Nice game, mister,” he said. “Play again? ‘Nother buck, ‘nother blitz? How ‘bout you, lady? Wanna play?” Victory obviously agreed with him, judging from the smile on his face.

Pam smiled. “That’s okay, Harry. Chess isn’t my game. I prefer gin rummy.”

Jerry laughed. “And as for me, I think you’ll clean me out if I play with you too many times. How about we just talk for a couple minutes?” He placed a five on the chessboard in front of Harry. “For your time.”

Harry stared at the bill for a moment, then looked up at Jerry. “What do you want to talk about?” The smile faded and now he looked a little wary.

Pam jumped in. “Well, you mentioned you were worried about your friend.”

“Oh, that? It’s probably just like I said, he’s at the soup kitchen. I’m just a little jumpy because of what’s been goin on the last couple a weeks.”

“I can see why you’d be jumpy,” she said. “Did you know the other two men who died?”

“I knew Louie but not the other guy. The other guy I never seen before. I didn’t know Louie too well, I just shot the breeze with him every now and then. He had a nasty temper when he drank, that’s why I didn’t want to hang around with him too much. Still…it’s a shame, innit? Dyin like that, and it seems like no one really cares. That NYU gal, that’s all anyone can talk about. Like she’s the only one who counts.” He snorted.

Pam nodded, feeling embarrassed and a little bit guilty. She had been focusing on Baumeister so hard, she had almost forgotten about the two prior victims. “You’re right,” she said. “She’s not the only one who counts. They all count.”

“Yeah? What do you two care about it?”

“We’re helping out the police with their investigation,” Jerry said. “It’s kind of like our second job.”

“Oh.” Harry looked from Jerry to Pam, chewing on his bottom lip. “Well, I don’t think I can help ya. Like I said, I didn’t know the other guy who died, and Louie wasn’t exactly a friend.”

“The cops think the killer lured both men away by promising to take them to a place where they could get a bed for the night,” said Pam. “Does that sound like something Louie might have gone for?”

Harry shook his head vigorously. “Nah, see, that wasn’t Louie. He hated shelters ever since some guy tried to steal his shoes two years ago. Since then, he wouldn’t go, even if the cops tried to make him. He found a church over on Second Avenue that let him sleep on their front step.”

“Would he just up and go away with someone?”

“If the guy promised to buy him a bottle, yeah. He’d do just about anything for a bottle of wine.” Harry’s nose wrinkled. “Louie always drank the cheapest stuff he could find. Tasted like cough medicine.”

“Have you seen or heard of anyone promising a bottle to any of the regulars around here?” asked Pam.

“Morris said some kid came up to him last week and gave him some song and dance about how he wasn’t old enough to buy a bottle of vodka, and he’d give Morris ten bucks to buy it for him. Morris said he didn’t like the kid’s looks, so he told him to take a walk.”

“Did Morris tell you what the kid looked like?”

“Nah. Just said he was some punk.” Harry craned his neck to look around. “He could tell ya himself if he was here.” He frowned. “Damn, now I’m really getting worried.”

 

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" Jerry I think we're being followed."

They left the Park around three with the intention of checking in with NYU to find out more about the Baumeister girl. It was a short walk, and although the sky had clouded over with a threat of rain, they still wanted the opportunity to hash some of the information they'd recieved on the way.
He took Pam's arm and guided her to a news kiosk where they stopped for a minute and sure enough so did two husky looking fellows in badly fitting sportscoats, who took a sudden interest in the new line of ladies shoes, decorating a store window 20 feet behind them.

"They look like cops, sweetie. You think DeForio's is having us tailed?"
Jerry picked up a copy of PlayBoy and whistled.

"Hush Jerry...I'm thinking."
She picked up a copy of Militant Lesbian.

"I like mine better."
Jerry tossed a 5 at the vendor.
"You want me to get that for you?"

Pam put the magazine down and blushed.
"Come on let's get a cab."
It had started to rain.

The big Yellow, pulled away from the curb leaving the two stalkers, wet and morose behind.

"Damn but this stuff makes me horny!"
Jerry had opened his purchase and the centerfold, a flawless pneumatic 19 year old blonde from Albuquerque was dancing in front of him.

"Boob job and airbrush...I could look the same."
Pam hrmmphd, and stared pointedly out the window.

"Oh sweetheart, it only whets my appetite for a real woman."
He tossed the magazine aside and ran his hand up his wife's
thigh and kissing her neck...giving it a little lick...nibbling her earlobe.
Jerry had a thing for sex in taxicabs and it was a long drive home.

"Let's fool around darling. It'll clear your mind and then we can really hash out all this stuff...how about it.?"

Pam's hand fell right on Jerry's lap and squeezed.
He couldn't pull the twenties out of his wallet fast enough.
"Here"
He passed them over to the cabbie.
"Take the long way home and don't look back."

 

[captainb]

“Goodnight, Paul.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Hamilton,” said the security guard, pressing the button under his desk to open the door. Jeremy Hamilton gave him a mock salute as he left the laboratory wing and headed toward the main entrance of VitaMax. He passed the employee lounge, noting that most of the weight machines were unattended. He shook his head. Not many companies are so concerned with their worker’s health, he thought. You think they’d be more grateful.

He stopped just outside, blinking in the light, and looked up and down the city street as he fastened his dark trenchcoat. Jeremy wasn’t what the average person would think of when hearing the word scientist. He was tall and muscular, in fact he’d played football during his first three years in college, before the lure of knowledge overwhelmed his team loyalty. His pale skin reflected a work schedule that went from late afternoon until deep into the early morning hours. Lately he’d been staying even later; looking at his watch, he realized that this session had been over twenty hours. The cot he had set up in his lab helped, but he usually needed very little sleep anyway. He knew he was obsessing over the project, but its importance overshadowed all.

It looked like it might rain, and he tucked his briefcase tightly under his arm and signaled for a taxi. A yellow cab pulled up quickly. Jeremy reached for the door handle and froze, looking across the street to where two swarthy men in sportcoats suddenly took a deep interest in the windows above his head. He bustled himself into the car and mumbled an address. The taxi pulled into traffic, and he risked a glance out the rear window. Both men were staring after the car, one of them raising a cell phone to his ear. The cab turned a corner, and he leaned forward and said, “Driver, I changed my mind. Take me to Columbia University.”

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Pam

Pam grinned at Jerry and slowly licked her lips. She knew that always got him going. “You randy fellow,” she murmured. She punctuated the sentence by giving him a little squeeze. His cock gave an answering throb. It felt as though it might burst through his jeans at any moment. Clearly this situation called for action.

Her nimble fingers went to his fly. The sound of his zipper going down was very loud inside the cab. Jerry’s breathing quickened as Pam’s hand slipped inside his jeans. She was mildly surprised to find that he wasn’t wearing underwear. Her hand brushed his bare flesh and he gasped.

She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “You little devil. You planned this all along, didn’t you?” Her tongue flicked his earlobe and he let out a little breathy chuckle. She knew all the little things he liked so much: the words, the gestures, the tones, the movements. Turning him on was so easy – not to mention fun.

“Mmm, I’ll never tell,” he said. His voice was so roughened by lust it was hardly recognizable.

“We’ll see about that.” She rubbed him slowly up and down a few times until his already-jagged breathing became even more harsh. His lust communicated itself to her, and she squeezed her thighs together as a familiar tingling started down below. The seam of her jeans rubbed her just right and now it was her turn to catch her breath. She quickly unzipped her own jeans, raised her hips and pulled them down as far as she could. The vinyl of the backseat felt slick and cold underneath her, and it brought home the reality of what she was about to do. One part of her mind – the practical, sensible part – screamed Pammie, are you CRAZY???, while the other part – the eternally adventurous part of her – whispered You just know this is going to feel sooooo good…

Pam seized the safety strap by the window for support and quickly lifted herself up and onto Jerry’s lap, facing forward. He put his hands on her hips and helped her position herself. They both uttered a little gasp as his cock disappeared into her slick opening. He put his lips near her ear and whispered, “You want this as badly as I do. Isn’t that right, you dirty girl, you?”

She laughed. “Of course I do,” she whispered back. She tightened around his cock enough to give him a friendly squeeze. “Just like I wanted it that time when you took me into the janitor’s closet in college. Remember that, sweetie?” He groaned and grabbed her hips even tighter.

The shortage of space in the backseat meant that she couldn’t move up and down as much as she would have liked, so she settled for a slight rocking motion of her hips, combined with a steady internal massage. She was especially proud of her tight, well-trained internal muscles, and over the years she had learned how to best use them on Jerry. He often told her that when she began to squeeze him that way it felt like he was being massaged by a firm hand wearing a velvet glove – a description that never failed to get her wet.

She rocked her hips against him, getting that lovely friction on her clitoris that brought her breath in short gasps. Jerry pumped into her as hard as the confined space would let him. His own breath was coming faster and faster now, stirring her hair like a sharp breeze. Sweat poured freely down their faces. His hands on her hips were damp. They were both working hard towards a common goal. Orgasm was the only thing that mattered right now. Gloria Baumeister, Boris the cab driver, Lieutenant DeForio, Gus the waiter, Harry the chess player – they were all a million miles away. All ready to be picked up again once she and Jerry attained their goal.

 

[ariosto]

The goal was attained on their second pass through Central Park.
It had taken a while because of the restraint impossed by their cramped condition, but they'd done it this way lotsa times before and the rhythmic squeezing and rocking of her sex around his aching cock led slowly and irresistably to a crescendo of sensations that had them both reeling by the time the cab swung off Columbus Circle and into the park for the second time.
Jerry's hands were roaming her body at will, up under her shirt, his hands fondled and squeezed her breasts, Pam had fine tits, defying gravity and she often went braless as she had today. With each clutching squeeze and nipple pinch he felt her vaginal muscles tighten on him like...
"...a hand in a velvet glove." he whispered,
"Squeeze it in half baby, crush it..."

From her position, bouncing up and grinding down on her husbands straining erection, Pam could see that the driver's furtive glances in the rearview were becoming more frequent and his driving more erratic. She didn't mind at all being seen but she didnt want to be in a wreck like this...that would be painfull and embarassing.

She gave his cock a crushing contraction, grabbed his hand and guided it to her swollen clit.

"Lets get serious lover, the cabbies getting all hot and bothered."

Jerry responded with short powerful arcing thrusts and a furious rubbing of Pam's stiffened pleasure button.

Small cries and moans escaped both of them as the taxi careened off the sidewalk. They came in a mutual explosion of unfettered arousal as their driver yanked the card to the curb and began to furiously jack off.

Pam twisted down on Jer's gushing tool, feeling his cum scald its way inside her shuddering body. She could see their driver clearly as he stroked a his massive prick.

"Ohh Jerry, you need to get me one of those.:"
She panted.
"One of what?", he groaned from beneath her as the last spurt of semen rocketed home.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

“One of those nice rubber dildos,” she blurted out. Saying the word dildos sent another jolt of pleasure through her and she gasped. “Eight inches long, with realistic balls. You – you can watch me use it on myself. Do ya – oooh! – think ya might like that?”

“Oh yeah,” he grunted. “I’d love it.” He gave one last thrust into her soaking wet entrance. Pam squealed and responded by grinding down one last time on Jerry’s softening prick, giving herself a shiver or two before he completely deflated.

She sighed and reached up to push her sweat-damp hair out of her eyes. “Good lord, Jer, that was delightful.” Her husband responded with a happy little moan.

It took them a moment to realize that the cab was no longer moving. They blinked and looked around. The cab was parked a few yards away from their building. The driver was sitting sideways in the front seat, looking back at them. Judging from the wide grin on his face, he had enjoyed himself as well. Pam felt a little twinge of embarrassment mixing with her postcoital bliss. Still, she had no regrets. She always loved it when she and Jerry took one of their little trips to the wild side.

She climbed off Jerry and quickly put her clothes in order. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a well-dressed man approaching the cab. “Looks like you have another fare,” she said to the driver.

“Yeah, but I doubt he’ll be as much fun as you two,” the driver replied. He winked at Pam and waggled his tongue at her. “Want my number? Maybe the three of us can party some time.”

Pam gave him a polite smile as she reached for the door. “No, thanks,” she said. “We’re strictly a twosome.” She and Jerry quickly exited the cab, almost knocking over the well-dressed man in the process. The gentleman opened his mouth to say something, but his eyes happened upon Pam’s clearly braless cleavage and he said nothing.

“Excuse me,” Pam said, giving him a sweet smile. She knew what he had seen.

“Anytime, lady,” he muttered, eyes still glued to her bosom as she and Jerry moved away.

Jerry chuckled and flung an arm across her shoulders. “You’re awfully popular all of a sudden,” he teased.

She poked him in the side. “And you are incorrigible. What do you say we freshen up a little, get some coffee, then settle down and do some work for a change?”

“Sounds good to me,” he agreed.

 

[chanaud]

Lara Proctor

“Zee going home zoon??”

A guttural voice called into the oversized lab occupied by the single raven haired student wearing a white coat.

Startling cornflower blue eyes blinked rapidly as it dilated to adjust to the fluorescent overhead lights. When she saw the familiar figure walking to her, Lara smiled. He was by far her favorite Professor, and had decided to overlook his obvious limp upon first meeting.

“Yes, yes, Professor Tkadletz. There’s something, I just can’t place my finger on …”

“Ze iz young, Ze zould be danzing wit young boyz and girlz..”

“But I’m doing something I enjoy the most, Professor. And I’m not like the others. You should know that by now. Besides I have a date tonight. Oh! What time is it?”

She glanced quickly down at her dime store Timex and an instant wave of relief washed over her perfect complexion. “Good. I have two hours. I’ll just stay another half hour. You go, please. Mrs. Tkadletz won’t be too pleased if you keep her waiting. I can lock up for you.”

“Ze won’t forget ze date?”

“Don’t worry.” She smiled warmly, her eyes looked dreamily at something beyond the Professor’s thick shoulders. “I’m actually looking forward to this one. He’s…. I don’t know. Different, I guess. Just like me.”

“Ze iz goot then. Don’t forget to take a zell phone and a condom. Ze must be prepared for anything.”

Pink dots emerged suddenly as Lara laughed. Though they have a close relationship, and Lara had often considered Professor Tkadletz the closest to her father, she was caught off guard at the turn of the conversation and didn’t know how to respond.

“I will. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself. Besides, this man is a perfect gentleman. We’ve already had dinner once, and well… he was just as shy as I was.”

“Goot. Goot. Ze iz a good boy then. Goot night Lara. Don’t forget to lock ze cooler.”

Lara’s mouth fell open to correct the Professor, to tell him that Jeremy was not a boy, but a man. Then she thought better of it, and changed her mind. For some unknown reason, she wanted to keep Jeremy a secret, her secret. Besides being older, he was different from all the others. And she wanted to relish the developmental stages of their relationship.

“Good night, Professor. Have fun tonight.”

No sooner his back was out the door, Lara had already pulled her hair back into an imaginary ponytail and was staring into the lens of the AX80 microscope.

 

[captainb]

At Columbia University

The cab careened through the Upper West Side, screeching to a halt in front of the huge domed library. Jeremy had been absorbed in looking through his notes, and the cab’s sudden stop sent papers flying over the back seat. He quickly snatched them up with an irritated glance at the driver. He tossed a few bills in the front seat and stepped onto the sidewalk. A few invisible drops of moisture foretold the coming storm, and he pulled up his collar and walked up the granite steps, looking over his shoulder three times before entering. Moving casually through the study areas, he finally found an isolated carrel and sat, shielded by the table’s small wooden walls.

He had a little under two hours until he met Lara. He set the briefcase on the table and gripped it, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Please, let the formula work right! he prayed. Don’t make me have to do it again… He opened his eyes and sighed. He dialed the combination on the briefcase locks and reached inside, pulling out a sheaf of papers. For the next hour he pored over his notes, convincing himself that this time he could control the side effect. That first night, it had happened so fast. He’d been terrified and reacted blindly… The effect had been fading, however, plus taking longer to manifest. Colonel Jones (he smirked again at the bluster behind the obviously fake name) had been pressing him for a viable formula. The lucrative potential was great, but Jeremy’s personal goal was greater, as was the pride in his work. He flipped through the papers for the colonel’s latest message, then paused and searched again with more care. His heart thumped hollowly. It was gone! He stared at the inside of the briefcase. The cab! Oh, god.

He checked his watch, then forced himself to calm down. It’s okay, it’s okay. There was nothing incriminating in the message. The colonel was too paranoid, and rightly so. It merely seemed a somewhat cryptic note, as long as no one knew what they were reading. He swallowed dryly. As long as the goons from PharmaTech didn’t get it.

He rubbed his eyes and checked his watch again. He’d planned to take Lara to dinner and then to a revival of The Twelve Chairs. She seemed to have an interest in old Russia, and he’d smiled when she suggested the movie. There was also a dark relief inside him that it was a comedy. She was a beautiful young woman, he thought, tapping his teeth. With a fascinating mind, no ditzy college coed here. If this does work…

Jeremy straightened and pulled a small plastic bag and a tiny bottle from the briefcase. Glancing around to make certain he was unseen, he carefully sprinkled the bottle’s contents onto the patch of cloth in the bag, sealed it, and slipped it into his coat pocket. He returned the bottle to the case and opened another bottle, shook out two unmarked white pills into his palm, and checked his watch yet again. That’s about right, he thought. That’ll give me about three hours of protection. Plenty of time to give her the sample. He closed the case, spun the lock wheel, and slipped the pills into his mouth. Holding the briefcase, he stepped to a drinking fountain and drank deeply, then buttoned his coat and headed toward the door. It was drizzling outside now, and he stopped by the door to check a map of the campus.

 

[ariosto]

By the time the North’s had finished their dinner, a pad thai with shrimp, her specialty and vegetable red curry...his, the drizzle had become a downpour. It was a fine night for cozy sleuthing and Jerry had laid out all the newspaper articles, computer printouts and gumshoed information they'd accumulated in stacks all over the ivory beige carpet on the living room floor, while Pam made the coffee.

"Bums and college girls, all chopped up real nice and set out in the Park..." Jerry mused surveying the mass of material strewn all about.
"Jer, you really think those were cops on our tail this afternoon."
She handed him a mug.

"No that was me on your tail."
He grinned and took a sip. Pam made great coffee.

"All right darling let's get down to business."
She sat on the long divan and put the reading glasses, which she was much to vain to wear in public, on her nose.
"Hand me the police and autopsy reports dear."
The reports were courtesy of DeForio and this was her meat. Pam was the nitty gritty, detail fanatic.
Jerry the more conceptual one.

He stood by the window watching the traffic wind it's way uptown, and mused.
"The girl was a creature of the night, up till all hours putting herself in harms way....the bums spent their nights sleeping in alley's...one near the park, the other in the bowry...the remains of all three end up in the park...all murdered at night. Chopped up and smiling..."
He paused,
"This is really a good one isn't it?"

"No semen so no dna..."
She sounded disappointed.

"So she wasn't raped?"
Miss Fritzwiller in the apartment across the way had begun her evening aerobics.

"Don't know...they haven’t found her vagina yet."
Pam turned to another page.

Jerry grimaced and Miss Fitzwiller, bent over backwards stretching the spandex over the inviting valley of her own vagina and other interesting parts.

"Jer get over here and help me."
Sometimes he had to be told.

They'd just finished going over the newspapers one more time when the phone rang.
Pam picked it up in the kitchen, called for a pencil and began furiously filling up another note pad.
Ten minutes later she was back on the floor pawing through their notes.

"What's up hon?"
Jerry stopped what he was doing and looked at his wife. She was on to something all right.

"deForio... body parts...another smiling head....where is it!"

"Where's what?"
"
"The notes I took when we talked to that chess player."

He tossed them to her.
"YES..I knew it!...Look here..see the name?"

He looked,
"Old Morris"

"That was the name of the new one! Billy Morris aka Old Morris"
Jer' he was a police snitch...on the payroll"
She was practicaly jumping up and down.

He began pacing the living room, hands behind his back. If he'd had a pipe he could have passed for Holmes himself.

"Okay that blows the idea of the derelicts being preliminaries for Miss Baumeister...What part of the village was this one in?"

"That's what odd about this one darling. It wasn’t in the Village. It was an alley up near Columbia. The other end of Manhatten!"

 

[chanaud]

Lara Proctor

An hour passed quickly. Finally, Lara pried her eyes away from the powerful microscope, and stretched her back. Her head was throbbing making Lara close her eyes to black out the bright lights from penetrating through her. When she was massaging the temples, she moaned loudly. It relieved it somewhat but not enough for a full cure. Then she remembered the pills Professor Tkadletz kept handy in his front desk drawer. She had seen him take them often and it seemed to work its miracles within a few short minutes. She also knew Professor Tkadletz wouldn’t mind if she helped herself.

When she opened the drawer, Lara was surprised to see a row of bottles of different shapes and sizes. Through squinted eyes, Lara turned each bottle and read its pharmaceutical name. She mused silently when she saw blue pilled marked ‘Viagra’. The bottle was half full. This really is too much information. Then she saw the bottle marked Diovan known for hypertension. She shook two into her palms and threw the bottle back inside.

Lara grabbed her notes and keys and ran out the lab. If she hurried, she wouldn’t be too late.

Down the hall, she saw a silhouette blocking the exit. He seemed to be baffled while studying something in his hands. Trying to avoid a lengthy conversation or a possibility of a delay, Lara ducked and turned quickly. Then she stopped and looked at him again. He looked familiar. When he raised his head and looked directly at her, she smiled broadly.

“What are you doing here, Jeremy?”

 

[Ticklish Girl]

“The other end of Manhattan?” Jerry echoed. He stopped in his tracks in the middle of the room. “Now, why would he go there?”

“I don’t know.” Pam took her notes over to the sofa and sat down with her legs tucked up under her. Unconsciously she began to nibble on the end of her pen as she scanned the pad.

After a minute or so, she said, “With the earlier killings, I agreed with deForio – the killer picked Washington Square Park as his dump site because he lives near there, knows the area, is comfortable there. But he went in the completely opposite direction now.”

“Well…maybe Washington Square is too hot now. Maybe he’s trying to throw the police off his trail.” Jerry stared hard at Pam, who was still sucking and chewing on her pen. An odd smile crossed his face. “You know, Pammie…if you need something to put in your mouth, I can think of something much more interesting than a mere pen.” He grinned at her and winked.

Pam blinked at him, then yanked the pen out of her mouth. She sighed in mock-exasperation. “Jer, what am I going to do with you?”

He laughed. “Nothing. You’re stuck with me, baby.”

“Don’t remind me, darling.” But she couldn’t stifle a smile of her own. “Now…let’s get back to work, okay?”

“Okay.” He waded through the papers and settled down next to her on the sofa. “So deForio is sure that this killing is related to the others? If someone found out that Morris was a snitch, that would be an excellent motive to kill him.”

Pam shook her head. “No, he’s sure. Same as the others: dismembered body, smiling head. DeForio said that once the medical examiner takes a look at the parts he’ll be able to tell if the same kind of instrument was used to do the cutting.”

Jerry leaned back on the sofa. “A change of dump site, but he goes back to the same victim type. He obviously prefers the derelicts. This puts us back at square one.”

“Wondering where Gloria Baumeister fits in.” Pam took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes.

Jerry glanced sideways at her. “Or maybe she doesn’t fit in at all.”

Pam put her glasses back on. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe he killed the three derelicts for one reason and Gloria for another reason. The result was the same, but the motive was different.”

Pam nodded. “Okay, so let’s take the focus off Gloria for a moment. We have four bodies. What do they have in common?” She began ticking points off on her fingers. “One, they were all dismembered. Two, the heads wore smiling expressions. Three, they were all killed at night.” She paused, frowning, then flipped through her notepad, running her finger over each page as she scanned.

After about a minute she found what she had been looking for. “Morris’ body was found in an alley near Columbia,” she said, pointing at the scrawled note. “Look – only about two blocks away from the quad.”

“Okay,” said Jerry. His brow was furrowed.

She looked at him, smiling. “The other bodies were in Washington Square Park, just blocks away from NYU. That’s the fourth thing they have in common – they were all dumped close to a college campus.”

Jerry’s eyes widened. “He knows both neighborhoods, both schools. Maybe he lives near one and works at the other?”

“Maybe. It’s all so general, though.” Pam sighed, frustrated.

Jerry slid an arm around her shoulders. “We could always take a ride uptown tomorrow, ask around. Maybe the answer to this thing is on one of those campuses.”

“Yeah.” She rested her head on his shoulder.

They sat like that for a long time.

 

[ariosto]

At five after nine, Jerry shook his wife awake.
She'd fallen asleep on the couch an hour ago and he'd gently laid her down and slipped away to the phone, playing a hunch.

It had taken several calls and a good deal of slick talking but he finally had gotten the answer he was looking for from a tired registrar at Columbia, stuck with manning the admissions office for night classes.

"Pam..Pam...get up baby."

She opened her eyes with reluctance and groaned...
"Lemme sleep lover...been a long day."

"Nope."
He shook her, a big smile on his face.

"Okay Jere, tell me all about it."
She swung her long legs off the couch and looked at him
with that 'It better be damned good' look.

He cut straight to the chase...
"How about this...It seems our Miss Baumeister was even busier than we thought."
He stood there waiting for Pam to respond.
She yawned.

"Dammit Mrs. North, the girl was a student at Columbia too!"

Now she was alert!

"Chemistry, two nights a week."
Jerry beamed.
"Now why, my sweet would this girl, a full time student at NYU, living on the lower east side, go all the way to Columbia for a class she could have taken in the Village?"


OOC...with this breif post I leave you all for two weeks..vacation with my dear daughter. Back on the ninth...dont let it die.

 

[captainb]

Jeremy

Jeremy shook the water off himself as he entered the science building. It was really pouring outside. He pulled the plastic bag out of his pocket and checked to make sure it was still closed. There wasn’t a problem, and he opened the top of it and slipped it back inside as he looked around. He’d studied at Columbia for his graduate work, but wasn't familiar with some of the newer buildings. He heard footsteps and looked up to see Lara staring back at him from down the hall.

“What are you doing here, Jeremy?” she said with a smile, and the edges of his mouth twitched as she approached. He realized he was actually glad to see her. Beauty and brains, he thought. An old adage, but when you saw it, it made such sense. He slid his hand into his pocket and into the plastic bag, feeling his palm moisten.

“Hope I’m not too early,” he said, pulling his hand out of his pocket and holding it out to her. She took it and he grinned as a slight blush crossed her cheeks. “I left work early, and decided to head on over. It’s really coming down out there,” he said to explain the moisture, keeping their fingers locked. She smiled back and squeezed his hand, and he leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. “I missed you,” he said. A mix of emotions rushed through him at that. “How about if we walk through the building to the other side? At least we won’t get quite as wet.” She agreed and they walked through the hallways hand in hand. He asked what project she was working on and she told him a bit, pointing out the lab as they passed.

His ears perked up. “Really? Mind if I take a look?” It had been a few minutes, and the solution had had enough time to be absorbed by her skin. He untangled his fingers from hers. It would take a few hours before he knew the results, so he breathed deep and tried to push it out of his mind. It’s just another date, he told himself as she gave a quick tour of the room. Her enthusiasm for her studies was evident. He’d always found such passion arousing. He studied the shadows of her cheekbones in the reflected light as she touched the microscope. Her eyes turned to look at him, their pure blue seeming to deepen. He realized she had asked a question as one of her eyebrows rose. In answer, he raised his hand to stroke her jaw, sliding it under her dark hair to the nape of her neck as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. His mouth opened slightly, and he flicked his tongue forward to gently taste the edges of her lips. The simultaneous taste and scent of mint and subtle perfume filled him. She was an incredible kisser, he thought not for the first time as her body molded into his.

He wondered if there would be many more times like this.

 

[ariosto]

((((BUMP)))))


TG, Chanaud...you there?

 

[chanaud]

Lara Proctor

Seeing Jeremy in the empty hall was a surprise. It was a greater surprise when he took Lara’s hand, and inquired on her project, homogenizing fibrous tissues and shown sincere interest. She knew upon first meeting there was something, some sort of chemistry between them. The electrifying tingles racing through her veins confirmed it, and yet when he continued to hold her hand, she wasn’t prepared for her knees to give, her legs to turn to jello. His bold affections moved her, his interest delighted her, she wanted him – right there in the lab.

By some miracle, despite her heart lodged in her throat, Lara rambled on incessantly on the process of extracting RNA cells. He hung on to her every word, his eyes were bright with eagerness as he asked significant questions, a few blonde strays fell forward giving him a boyish charm when he asked to take a look. When Jeremy leaned forward, she was able to observe him unnoticed. She couldn’t see much, the tweed sports coat hindered her view, but when he leaned forward to peer in the microscope, there was a hint of bulge in his upper arms indicating a regiment work out. Hungry for more, her dark almond eyes, the color of expresso beans, drifted down and was instantly delighted to see the sports coat ride up offering a round, well toned buttocks, a rarity for most men.

When Jeremy looked up again, there was something in his eyes. No words were needed. Lara knew instantly. Her arms snaked around his neck, as she welcomed his kiss with eagerness.

Time stood still. The earth stopped revolving. The kiss seemed like an eternity. When they finally parted, both were breathless. Jeremy’s sports coat was half off, Lara’s lips were red and swollen, research notes were shoved aside, and Lara was pinned with a glass vial against her back.

“I want you, Jeremy.” She told him, her voice thick with lust.

 

[captainb]

Jeremy

In answer, he drove for her mouth again, their lips mashing together hungrily as she tugged at his coat. His hands slid down over her hips to cup her ass, tight and full under her skirt. He felt himself swell to full erection and ground himself blatantly against her. Her arousal was contagious; she gripped his ass in return, squeezing him hard before gripping the front of his shirt and pulling it apart. Buttons flew, and she dragged her mouth along his jaw, licking down his neck and across his chest. A sensual chill ran down his back. Her tongue found his nipple and she circled it as her hands massaged his chest muscles. She sucked his nipple gently, then caught it between her teeth as she licked.

Something primal awoke within him. He grabbed her waist and lifted her bodily onto the table. His hands yanked her shirt out of her skirt and lifted it up her chest, his fingers sliding under her bra as he did and bringing that up too, exposing her breasts. Papers and a notebook flapped off the table, and empty test tubes rolled into the sink. Lara was panting and licking her lips, and she thrust her chest forward toward his face. His hand cupped one breast and he paused almost reverently. It was beautiful, soft yet firm in his hand, the pink nipple pointing up to the ceiling. With a soft growl, he swiftly took it into his mouth, biting it as she had bitten him. She cried out and wrapped her legs around him, and he sucked hard, trying to fit as much of her tit in his mouth as he could. An impossible task, and his mouth slid sideways to bury his face deep in her cleavage, leaving a kiss there before climbing up the opposite side to the untasted nipple.

Her hand worked between them and rubbed against his crotch, palming his hard cock through his pants. He raised his head, leaving her nipples glistening, and brought his hand down to cover hers, feeling her fingers as she molded them around his shaft. “You want that?” he whispered. Her eyes dropped to their hands in answer, and she licked her lips. He brought his hand up to her jaw, caressing it and letting his fingers run over her lips. He slid one into her mouth and she sucked hungrily, her tongue swirling around it as she squeezed his cock. Watching her fellate his finger caused him to throb powerfully in her hand, and he unsnapped his pants with his free hand and pulled down the zipper. She tried to reach inside his jockey shorts, but he stopped her and took a step back. He settled on a stool, gripping his cock through the silk cloth. “Come take it,” he said with a sly smile. “You beautiful creature, come and suck on me.”

She slid off the table and knelt before him, reaching up to yank down his shorts. His erection bobbed free for a moment, fully erect and pointing over her head, his balls full and tight underneath. She gripped his cock and seemed to study it for a moment, then her tongue licked him from base to crown, swirling around the swollen purple head. Her other hand disappeared between her legs as their eyes met, and her eyes smiled at him as she winked.

 

[chanaud]

Lara Proctor

Using her tongue to guide the underside of his cock, Lara sucked him into her awaiting mouth one slow millimeter at a time. Jeremy gasped. Lara answered him with a muffled moan of her own.

With her mouth stuffed full, she kept him there, captive to her mouth, and at her mercy. Her short breaths tickled his hairs. Her mouth offered a cocoon, and squeezed him hard making his cock grow larger and harder into a steel rod. His fingers twisted through her hair, and tugged it, forcing her head up.

“Look at me.” Jeremy whispered huskily.

She looked up at him, her eyes round and innocent, and full of lust.

“Oohhhhh…”

Both hands guided the back of her head, Jeremy starting thrusting slowly, pushing into the back of her throat, and waiting for the passage to open. Lara took the cue. The hand that was so busy between her legs squeezed the base of his cock, while her head bobbed up and down, sucking faster and harder, and twisting his head with a swirl like a lollipop. Her hands cupped, and squeezed his balls gently. Jeremy alternated his appreciation with moans and gasps. His hands pressed against the back of her head.

“Oh yesss..baby. That’s right, suck it. Suck it good. Oh yessss.. If you keep it up, I’m going to cum down your throat.”

Lara released him and stood up. Before he knew it, her tongue was in his mouth and they were kissing passionately. Her mouth was warm and moist, and tasted like him. She grabbed his hand and guided it between her legs, letting him know feel how wet she was.

“Hhmm..I want you to.”

And down she went, feasting on his cock like a starving baby on a mother's teat.

 

[captainb]

Jeremy

Jeremy’s head was reeling. This was incredibly more than he had expected. His attention had only been half on the date; part of him had been watching her behavior as she explained her work, even though he knew it was too early for any effects to show. But he had a fascination for intelligent women, and Lara was so sharp, and so sexy, and so…

“I want you to,” she whispered, lids half-closed over her deep blue eyes. She dropped, inhaling him into her throat in near-desperation. He gaped at her head as it descended over his cock. She drove him deeply into her mouth, slowing as he neared the back of her tongue and drawing him out as her tongue swirled around, flickering along the underside of the shaft. Her hand pumped in rhythm, twisting along his rock-hard length. She popped him out of her mouth and licked down the side, looking up at him as his cock rubbed along her cheek. It was slick with her saliva, and she used it to lubricate her fingers as they squeezed the spongy tip.

He panted. Her fingers rolled over his erection as her pumping increased, and she slipped his cock back between her lips. A groan escaped him as she found the sensitive spot just under the tip, lashing her tongue rapidly over it as she sucked hard. He brought his fingers up and licked them, tasting the musky wetness of her pussy. The sensations quickly grew too much.

“I’m cumming, Lara, oh god, you’re making me cum….”’ he gasped. She looked up at him from under her tousled hair and held his cock just inside he lips, her hand pumping rapidly as his cock swelled completely rigid. Her eyes smoldered with lust. She cupped his balls and squeezed them firmly, feeling them slide upwards as the first spurts splashed over her tongue. He cried out as the orgasm took firm hold, and his hips jerked as a full blast of cum rocketed up his shaft. Lara’s eyes closed as her mouth filled with his seed. He held her head to steady himself as his cock jerked inside her mouth. His ejaculation was long and powerful, and when he finally settled back, his breath was coming in deep drafts and a sheen of sweat covered his body.

He looked down at her as she gently licked around the tip. Part of his mind disassociated in the post-orgasmic daze, and he briefly wondered if any of the antidote had made its way into his semen and if that would alter the experiment. But, whether true or not, it was too late to worry about and he easily pushed the thought away. He drew her up and cupped her face, pulling her in for a long kiss. He tasted his cum on her lips but didn’t care. “You’re incredible,” he whispered against her lips. He slowly picked her up in his arms and set her back on the worktable. She leaned back on her elbows with a smile and raised her knees. He slid the stool over and sat, holding her ankle and kissing up the inside of her leg. She reached to her pussy and rubbed it softly as he watched, slipping a finger inside and then offering it to him. He sucked on it hard, the taste refueling his desire. His kisses quickly flowed up her thigh’s soft pale skin and he breathed deep at the apex, inhaling the scent of her sex. His nose rubbed against the soft curling hairs, and his tongue flicked out to lick along the edge of the moist lips, dipping inside near the bottom to catch the wetness that trickled out. His mouth opened, then closed over the tiny hard nubbin at the top of her pussy, sucking it between his teeth as two fingers slipped inside her, curling up behind her clit to stroke the wet, hot insides of her cunt.

 

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Lara Proctor

Her pussy was incredibly wet. With one thrust, his fingers were able to plunge into her pussy easily. Her soft velvety walls grabbed his fingers and squeezed, making it difficult to move inside. Jeremy looked at her, shocked at how powerful her pussy was. She laughed evilly, swinging her head back and around. Jeremy stood up and kicked the stool back. Instantly he was between her legs, his hand cupped her pussy while his fingers plunged in and out, faster and harder with each thrust. Her hips thrust up towards him, riding him hard. By her increased gasps and moans, he knew she was enjoying every moment of it. Her body was shimmering with sweat, while her breasts bounced before his face. Jeremy leaned forward and caught one nipple with his teeth. Lara yelped out in pain, and bounced harder, while releasing a dam on his hand. He released that nipple and sucked the other, leaving a shimmering trail in between. His mouth kept sucking and sucking until her whole breast was in his hungry mouth. Lara couldn’t believe it. Her body was on fire. The pressure from deep within was making her dizzy. Every pore was screaming out for release. Just when she was able to sell her soul, Lara felt the earth move.

“Oooohhh, Oohhhhhh….Fucckkk…yeeessss..”

She howled, throwing her red curls back. Her body shook and rolled, a gushing waterfall spilled over his fingers, and hands, and down his arm.

“Oh my God! That was fucking incredible, Jeremy.”

Lara purred as her body shook from the aftershocks.

When Jeremy felt Lara’s body slow, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down off the table. Then he whipped her around and pushed her face forward to the table. She gasped from his sudden brutality. His fingers pulled her ass cheeks apart. Lara felt his cock slide up and down her wet slit, making her moan and push back. She looked back at him, and demanded through gritted teeth.

“Fuck me, Jeremy. Fuck me hard.”