The Other Side of J. Edgar Hoover

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

This story is about the side of J. Edgar you never heard of.

For this thread, we need the following characters:

Madam Harrite (Hattie) Deering, the woman who runs the brothel frequented by Hoover. She's a no nonsense woman, but just can't refuse the requests of the FBI director. She dispises him, but sees that he is tacken care of just the same.

Iris Bently, one of Hatties girls, she looks like Halle Berry, and is one of Edgar's favorites. She is the only one who dosen't mind the good directer hanging around.

Mary Magellion, she is another primary girl at the joint. She is relatively new and innocent.

Robert Chamberlin, Hoover's assistant who is always covering up his prowesses. He has, lets say unusual sexual fetishes himself that always need satifying.

James Dolan, Hoover's top inspector. He is as corrupt as they come and enjoys partaking in the activities at Hattie's as well.

If you can think of more characters to write, feel free to ad them. As soon as we get a few players, I'll start the thread.

 

[Guest]

I'll be Mary...

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

Welcome Mary

OOC: Thanks, MistressHoney, welcome abord. Now, if we can get a couple more players we'll began.

 

[Honey_B]

I'm in for Iris

All right, honey! This honey will play your Iris. You seem to be short several gentlemen, however.

 

[Anakin20]

oh, I'm in

I'll take the Robert Chamberlin character, but as for the sexual fetishes, I don't know....lol

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

J. Edgar Hoover

OOC: Welcome all. I'll get this puppy started.

IC: My assistant left me off at the door and went around to park the car. Rank has its privledge. I glanced around to see if any of those damn scribes had followed me. Seeing none, I opened the door and swiftly entered. God only knows what kind of rubish they would print about me in the tabloides.

Walking to the bar, I saw Hattie Deering, the woman in charge. She was seated on the corner stool, and gave me a obligatory nod. This was one woman who disliked me but know which side her bread was buttered on.

As I waited for Chamberlin to come in, I ordered a scotch and water and sat down at my personal table. Nobody ever was allowed to sit at it when I wasn't present. Again, rank has its privledge. I looked around the place to see who was here tonight and who would be lucky enough to be fucked by the directer of the FBI...

 

[tmuyo]

sorry i missed out on ur assisstant request fly, i was a little busy

james dolan

ooc: what the hell is hattie's? and is hoovers other side the normal side we never heard about? lol.

5'11"
150 lbs
hazel eyes
brown hair

ic: "where the hell is that fuckin deev" i mutter to myself. as i'm walking the streets a funny little man approaches me and asks me if i would be interested in making some extra cash. i tell him sure and check my gun just in case he's after something wierd. i follow him into the alleyway and he tell me his proposition.

"i can promise you $100,000 for continued information about hoover's perversions." he looks at me expectantly.....

"sure. you got yourself a deal"

 

[Anakin20]

Chamberlin

I entered the bar and shook the rain out of my overcoat, modding with a smile to Hattie and making my way to the Cheif's table.
"Hello, Chief, I'm sorry I'm a little behind, traffic on the Beltway is nuts in this rain. You message sounded urgent, what's the scoop?"

 

[tmuyo]

james dolan

'ah, i bet that dress wearing old fart is at hattie's. well, i haven't had some of the girls at hattie's for a while, i deserve a little.' i make my way to my car.

while driving o hattie's i think of th 100 grand i'm going to get just for telling a reporter what most of the bureau has known and tried to ignore.

'god, i remember the one time i found out one of his sexual tastes......i needed to ask the head a question. when i got to his office i opened the door and didn't expect to see what i saw. hoover was in one of his wife's dresses and sun bonnets with that little chamberlain guy bent over in front of him. i shudder as i still remember hoover's excited grunts as he pounded away into chamberlain's asshole. i had closed the door as quickly and silently as possible so that they wouldn't take notice. ever since then i just haven't been able to sit with the chief alone in that office.'

"i'm sure that'd be something the reporter would be interested in....." i mumble aloud to no one.

i arrive at hattie's.........

 

[Guest]

Mary

 

[tmuyo]

james dolan

i ppound on the door and the bouncer opens the slat in the steel door. "it's dolan" i say, and i hear the door clicking open as the bouncer appears in the opening. he chuckles when he sees me "dolan you son of a bitch, you haven't been here in a while."

"i know, i've been doin my damned job, i guess i needed some time off."

jared, the bouncer nods in agreement. "well, go get whatever your hear for" he says as he slaps me hard on the back.

i make my way down the stairs readjusting my eyes to the dark lighting. the smell of stale cigarettes isn't the greatest smell, but it always reminded me of this place. i notice someone new sitting at the bar and walk a few stools down from her.

"hey hattie, you got some new young delicious lookin meat around here. mind if i partake?" i say while examining the new girl.

"of course not dolan, just leave the gratuity and take her upstairs. back room on the right." she says as i slowly walk over to the new female in the joint.

"so what's your name?" i ask her as she coughs a little on the scotch and cigarette smoke.

 

[Guest]

Mary

 

[tmuyo]

james dolan

"yea, it's j edgar and surprisingly he ain't in a dress this time i see him. god, the last time i saw him he was wearin a dress and had that fellow he's sitting with now, bent over in front of him. naked as a bluejay and fuckin the daylights out of him."

she seems appalled at the thought of two men together.

"now i'll show a pretty young thing like you the ropes, real nice and slow. ok? i'm more gentle than most of the guys you'll probably run into here."

"where exactly you from, ms. mary?"

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

J. Edgar

On my third scotch, Chamberlin finally entered. "I'm going upstairs, keep an eye on things. Make sure that fucker Dolan (who had just entered) don't spend more then an hour here, he's still on duty," I said. "Also, if you must take a girl, make sure Hattie informs you if any fucken scribes drop in." I finished as my assistant nodded in understanding. Robert was one of the few grunts of mine that I know could handle such an assignment.

I saw my girl, Iris starting down the stairs to greet me, but I motioned for her to stop and retreat, as I was about to come upstairs myself.

Passing Hattie, I peeled a few bills from my roll and tossed them to her. She flashed a weak smile at me and asked "Do you want anything?" "Yes", I replied, "send up a good bottle of wine and a couple of glasses."

Continueing on, I stopped where that mick lush Dolan was picking up one of the new girls. This one was a cutie, I'll have to take a run at her soon. "Well, who is this sweet innocent little tyke?" I greeted. Her reply was short and nervous "Mm my name is Mary" I gave her a fatherly look to relax her. "I think you and I will have to get better aquainted in the near future, my little tulip," I finished.

Turning my attention to my top inspector, I said "Jimmy, I'll give you an hour to play, then get the hell back to work." Without waiting for his reply, I walked up the stairs to my private suite where Iris waited for her master.

The room was furnished in art deco. The queen-sized bed was covered with a dark multi-colored quilt that Hattie had provided for this room only. This room was private, like my table, and nobody had access besides me, Hattie, and the cleaning girls.


Iris was spraled across the bed, wearing a long white cotton night gown. Underneth would be white cotten bikini panties, just as she was instucted to wear whenever I was here. Her almost shoulder length dark hair flowed freely down. Her light colored skin glistened in the candlelight.

Hattie's bartender had already delivered the bottle of wine, which sat on the nightstand next to the bed. I removed my coat and strolled over to where she lay. Leaning over her, I grabbed the back of her head and roughly kissed her. "You will let me do as I wish with your body," I commanded. "Do you understand?" She nodded her head in agreement. This girl knew the drill as my trysts with her were on a regular basis.

She started to rise, but I put my hands on her shoulders and shoved her back down. I got the handcuffs out of my pocket and cuffed both of her wrists to the headboard. "Well, what should we do today?" I snered, looking into her frightened eyes...

 

[tmuyo]

james dolan

ooc:lol. i like this thread fly. just make sure people keep up on posting. so how did you like my previous post? i heard a rumor about j edgar and decided to work it in. he was having sex with his male assisstant. hope that was ok.

"sunuvabitch, i'm gonna get him one day" i mutter. i notice that fuckin cum catcher chamberlain lookin at me and i flip him off. hattie quirks a smile when she sees chamberlains face twist up.

c'mon sweetheart...we might as well go now...

she smiles "i'm still kinda new to the idea...i'm still a virgin" she says embarassed.

i'm visibly shocked. when i look in her eyes, she was serious about that. "well, then i'll be extra careful then...." i walk slowly with my arm lightly holding her shoulder and guiding her to the room.

"so what are you doin in this business" i say as she unbuttons my shirt and slides her hands over my pecs and shoulders, slidding the shirt off.

she's quiet. but she answers that her family thiks she's a secretary earning money so they can survive on their failing farm. she stold me she can't type very fast and so was fired.

she unbuckles my pants and lets them fall free to the ground. she asks how many women i've ben with while she rubs my hardening cock in my boxers.

to be honest, more than i really can keep track of. i slide her dress off and she stands with her breasts unbound by a bra and in green silk panties. i play with her nipples as my penis keeps growing under her hand.

 

[Honey_B]

Iris

Stinking of scotch and built like a fireplug, J. Edgar Hoover was no woman's idea of a prize. His mean pig eyes stared down at me. I tried not to laugh at his hilarious question.

"Well, seeing as I'm 'tied up' at the moment, I'm a tad limited in
my choices. Besides you always pick the games, Mr. Hoover." My
tone was wry with a touch of seduction.

I had become the F.B.I. director's favorite girl at Hattie's because I never showed an iota of fear. This mean little man was no match for a mulatto from Mississippi and I would be damned if I would let the racist little prick get to me. He was only good for one thing and that was a lot of money and maybe a ticket out of the profession. Other than that, Mr. J. Edgar Hoover was just another "john" with a sexuality that swung both ways.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

J. Edgar

This girl had a mouth on her, that was for sure. I detected the sarcasm in her voice as she spoke. I'd once heard the little zebra lash out at some lowly sergant with a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. I liked that in her, but she'd never know it. Always make people fear you, thats my motto.

"You watch your tonge, you little half breed. Show some respect to the Director of the FBI," I commanded. Iris said nothing, eyes stareing defiantly. I slapped her across the face, "Don't let it happen again, and there will be no further punishment."

Iris continued to lie on the bed as I removed my pants and jockeys. Needing to get erect now, I told her "Start sucking my dick like your sucking chrome of a bumper." As she complied, I put both my hands on either side of her head and shouted "harder, harder."

 

[Honey_B]

Only a man as arrogant as Hoover would slap a girl and then put his cock into her mouth. Iris clamped down, hard enough to drawn blood from his semi-erect penis. The most powerful man in Washington bellowed like a stuck-pig. She smiled as he yanked himself free in a flash. She didn't care if he had murder in his eyes. He needed to be taught a lesson!

"I don't show respect to anyone who disrespects me," Iris said in her sweet Southern accent.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

J. Edgar

"Ahhh....Fuck, you little bitch, take that!" I angerly punched her in the face. "I'll have to teach you a lesson!" With that I uncuffed her, flipped her over and hikked up her nightgown expossing her panty coverd tight little ass. Cuffing her wrists back together, I think she is ready for action.

"Apparently this wild little mair needs to broken," I hissed through my teeth. The words sounded more enraged then I actually was. In fact, the pain arroused me to no end, now Iris will benifet.

My left arm wrapped around her neck and turned her face around. I shoved my tongue in her mouth and felt around. Before she could bite down, I removed it just as quickly as I inserted it. I begain to suck the back of her neck and she fought me all the way. I grabbed her panties and ripped them apart violently, leaving her crack bare as they hung uselessly from one leg.

Fully erect now, I plunged my cock hard into that tiny virgin ass. Her scream only furthered my arrouseal.

 

[Honey_B]

Blood trickled into my open mouth from my bleeding nose. I swallowed any further screams, knowing that any show of pain would only fuel the sadist's fire. He seemed to get off on hurting women. As his unlubricated cock ripping at the delicate skin of my anal lining, I ground my teeth together. I wouldn't allow him the pleasure of hearing my weakness. My teeth bit savagely into my lower lip, tearing at the soft skin. My body ached as I waited for the brutality to end.

In one of life's little ironies, Hoover's rape ended before he had almost began. Seconds after he thrust his cock into my helpless ass, he climaxed. Jets of hot cum flooded my anal passage and I heard him emit a grunt as he bit into the soft skin of my shoulder.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

J. Edgar

After having the little cunt's ass bring me to a climax, I finished squirting my cum in her and pulled out. She looked a mess, shreeded panties clung to one leg, hair wildly sticking out everywhere and her lip was bleeding. Wipping my dick off on her gown, I sat up next to her.

"You are one sexy little kitten," I said putting my arms around her shoulders. "You probbably think that I'm the biggest asshole you've ever fucked. Well, how would you like to give a little back to me what I do to you?" Her expression told me she was filled with hate. That was good.

"I'm going to uncuff you now, and I want you to cuff me up and do the most sadist acts you know on me," I paused. "Impale my ass with the largest dildo you have. Beat me with your crop till I can't take it anymore. However, if you think your going to kill me, forget it. I'll have my gun in my hand at all times, and will not hesitate to pull the trigger." I waited for her to reply.