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Charmed (mf)
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Subject: Charmed - m/f detective t
Reply-To: [email protected] (TRANE)
Date: Fri Jul 7 19:37:00 1995
CHARMED
Even though I didn't see her walk into my outer office, the
hairs on the back of my neck rose at that very instant. She had
that effect on a room - you sensed danger, excitement.
My girl Friday buzzed and said a lady without an appointment
wanted to see me. From the way she said "Lady", you could tell
Callie had her doubts. I told her to send the woman in. With most
men spry enough to be cheating on their wives out fighting the
Nipponese or the Krauts, there wasn't much call for my line of
work these days, so I couldn't afford to keep a potential paying
client waiting.
The old door to my oak-paneled office creaked open, and she
walked in, literally oozing past the jam like oil down a storm
drain. My mouth dropped, the cigar bouncing off the desk and into
my lap. I swore and brushed the hot ash away from my crotch, then
realized that I had company and looked up.
She stood in front of my desk, a smirk on her face. In a husky
voice the that started from her lush hips and spectacular chest,
she mocked me, "Be careful with your cigar; somebody may want to
smoke it some day."
I simply stared at her. She was used to men staring at her. I'd
wager that she loved it, the way that she was dressed. A bright
blue dress that clung to her like a toupe to a bald man. The
bodice cupped her ample breasts. The neckline plunged like a
barrel over Niagara Falls. Around her neck was a necklace with
enough diamonds to run all the drill bits in Ohio. Her soft-
featured face, with its bright red lips and iridescent eyes,
could stop your heart and send a charge through your testes. A
smart coif of shortish brown hair perched atop her head and bright red
nailpolish told of an expensive trip to one of the town's more
exclusive beauty salons. In short, she was class, with a capital
"$", if you catch my drift.
I stuttered and extended a hand. "I'm charmed."
"No, I'm charmed." I raised my eyebrow in non-comprehension. "My name
is Marie Charmaine, but my er, intimates call me Charmed." I didn't know
what was required to join that select circle, so I figured I'd better
keep with her first name.
I motioned her to a seat, without myself rising. Normally I
acknowledge a lady's stature with appropriate civilities, but I
didn't want her to see the lump forming in my pants. "Okay,
Marie. What brings you in her."
She crossed her legs. I must correct myself. That could also
stop your heart. She smiled as she saw me gulp.
"Well, gumshoe. Or can I call you Sam?" I pretended to
deliberate, and then nodded. "Well, Sam. I need the help of a
good man - instantly. A group of local hoods have kidnapped my
younger sister and threatened to kill her unless our father pays
off some old gambling and drug debts. You see she's always been
the black sheep, and has a monkey on her back now. Well, Father's
a heartless old industrialist, and wrote her off a long time ago.
Once the thugs realize he won't pay off they'll just toss her in
the bay."
"Why not go to the cops, good lookin'? That's what your tax
dollars are for."
"The kidnappers said they'd dust her straight off if we got the
heat involved. So I need someone with guts who's got the time to
try to pull her out right now."
"Sounds awful dangerous to me. I don't think you want me;
perhaps a small battalion of marines might be in order."
"Perhaps, but they're not doing private parties right now. And,
little Louise will get ventilated if we try a frontal attack. I
need a smart man, who can get in on guts and brains; I hear that
you're that kinda guy."
I don't put my I.Q. on my business cards and hadn't been
mistaken for Einstein, but if she'd heard I had some candlepower
upstairs, who was I to set her straight?
She continued, "I figure a bright guy might be interested in
getting $500 a day, plus expenses." With that that, she dropped
five C-notes on my desk. I resisted the impulse to grab them and
rub then all over my face; it had been a slow year.
"I feel brighter already. Let's go." I grabbed my coat from the
rack, gave the cash to Callie to deposit at the bank, and
followed Marie out the door. She led me to an expensive DeSoto,
and got behind the wheel. She said she had a line on the thugs'
hideout, a warehouse out at the wharves. We agreed on the way
over that we'd see if we could find a way in and case the place,
and come back later with some more firepower and locksmith
equipment, if need be. We pulled up to a storage building, rather
smart looking compared with the rest of the chewed up old dumps.
True to my usual luck, we'd just started to case the old joint
when I heard a step behind me and the lights went out. I woke up
inside a dimly lit building with a helluva sore head and my upper
body tied to a chair. Marie was in a chair next to me wearing
identical rope jewelry, although hers caused her breasts to jut
forward like a battleship's ordnance. Two huge goons in striped
suits and flashy fedoras were grilling her. Surprisingly, she
didn't look scared. Her tongue wetted her lips and she glowered
menacingly, but enticingly, at the hoods.
The tall one, with dark, slicked-back hair and a chest like a
barrel of Blatz beer, strode over to Marie. He inspected her with
small, piercing eyes. She peered back without flinching - a tough
dame to be sure.
"So what'ya doing here snooping around the building, doll?" His
Bronx accent cut through the dankness of the warehouse. "You some
kinda building inspector working overtime?" His buddy, a shorter,
sandy haired chump with a wiry build, guffawed.
"I'm not talking until I see your boss." Her chin jutted out. The
two men looked at each other. Dark Hair shook his head.
"I think he's got better things to do than deal with a couple of
prowlers. We got all the authority we need to deal with you in
whatever way is appropriate. Like maybe call the gendarmes?" He
cocked an eye questioningly. Marie - defiant: "Right; like you
low lifes would do that." Both shrugged.
They stood as though to leave; Marie called out. "Wait, perhaps
we can deal!" They looked at each other and slowly turned back.
Sandy Hair spoke first. "With what? We frisked you. It didn't
seem that you had a lotta cash on you."
"How 'bout something that cash will never get you two: a piece of
this." With that, she slowly wet her lips and writhed langorously -
at least as much as the ropes would allow.
Their eyebrows raised. Dark Hair this time: "You saying that if
you let us .... uh.. get a bit of action for us - all we gotta do
is call our boss and ask him to talk to you?" Marie nodded.
"Well, shit, I guess we can come up with some story to get him on
the line. Seems to me that directory assistance would be an easier
way to get a connection, but I ain't gonna look no gift horse in
the crotch, if you get my drift. But what about your boyfriend
there?" He nodded in my direction. I continued to feign
unconsciousness.
"He is not any boyfriend of mine. Just an acquaintance along for
the ride. It looks like the way you guys laid him out he won't be
going anywhere soon."
Dark Hair nodded and moved his bulky mass over to her. Deft
fingers began to untie the knots fastening her to the chair. "Don't
get any ideas about trying something cute. We're pretty good at
what we do."
As he released her hands, she rubbed her chafed wrists and
smiled. Dark Hair grabbed her arms at the elbows and lifted her to
her feet. Sandy came up behind her, sandwiching her between them.
She reached back and cupped the sides of his hips, drawing him
towards her. "Well, Short Stuff, is that a gat in your pocket or
are you tickled to see me?"
Sandy laughed, and reached over her arms and cupped her breasts,
drawing the straps of her bright blue dress over her shoulders and
down her upper arms, pinning them to her sides. Her full breasts
nearly burst over the top of the bodice. Dark Hair leaned forward
as though to kiss her, but at the last moment she turned her face
away, and he clamped his lips to her neck. Sandy resumed his
kneading of Marie's full tits.
I jerked and started to rise. Only Marie detected my movement,
and her eyes flashed to the side in warning, as though to say she
had the situation in hand. I nodded slowly and slumped back into
the chair. My fingers clandestinely worked at the knots holding the
ropes to my arms.
Sandy clutched the top of her bodice and started to slide it down
over her full, white mounds. Marie turned her head and stared at
him contemptuously. Defiantly, Sandy yanked the fabric down to her
waist, allowing the full soft mounds to bob on her chest. She
slowly closed her eyes. I barely stifled a gasp.
Dark Hair moved his lips down her collar bone to the center of
her chest. Marie twisted her torso and inserted her pink-tipped
nipple into his mouth. He suckled noisily.
Sandy reached around her hips and slid his hand underneath the
glossy blue fabric. Marie tucked in her stomach with a gasp. I
could see his fingers bulge beneath the dress, then travel down to
her pubic mound. As Dark Hair accelerated the pace of his sucking
on her boobs, switching from one full orb to the other.
Marie threw her head back with a squeal. I saw Sandy's bulging
hand reach her pubic mound and work up and down. She bit her lower
lip and her hips stared a slight vibration.
Suddenly, she twisted away and stepped across the room toward me.
Sandy was left staring at his moistened finger tips. Dark's empty
jaws worked in frustration.
Marie raised her eyes to the ceiling. "No!" she cried. "I love
my sister but I cannot go through with this!" Sandy and Dark Hair
stared at each other quizzically, shrugging. Dark Hair followed
after and grabbed for her, reaching only her elegant brown locks. Her
head snapped back, pushing her breasts prominently forward.
Sandy came from behind Dark Hair and knelt in front of Marie,
whose dress still sagged at her hips. He grasped its sides and
wrenched it over her ass and down her thighs. She squirmed to free
herself, but unsuccessfully. Sandy pulled the garment to her feet
and all the way off, leaving her now clad in only a red garter belt
and silk hose. I gaped at her exposed dark bush.
As Sandy leaned forward, Marie flailed her arms, lightly
striking Sandy on the top of his head. Dark Hair released her hair
and wrapped his fingers around her forearms, holding them over her
head. She leaned back against him.
Sandy stuck his hands between Marie's soft thighs and jerked
them sidways. From twelve feet away I could smell the arousal
coming from between her legs. Sandy used his thumbs to pry apart
the lips of her fleshy vulva. She kicked at him, but he managed to
grasp her thighs.
He then pushed his face forward into her sopping groin. His lips
attacked the apex of her slit, and I could see his tongue stroke up
and down her flowering, darkly-furred vagina. Her eyes sprang open
in ecstatic surprise. She looked over at me, with a smug,
controlling look in her eyes. I continued to work at the ropes.
As he continued his licking, Sandy adroitly shed his suit jacket
and shirt. He then curled his tongue and then drove it up into her
tangy tunnel. Marie's loins began a light churning, matching the
tempo of his tongue-fucking. On every third or fourth stab, Sandy
laved her swollen clit, drawing a moan from Marie's sweet lips.
"No, I can't let you do this," she wailed.
Dark Hair held both of her wrists in one hand and began to remove
his own heavy suit. Somehow, he managed to strip down to his own
white boxer shorts, knee length socks and garters. His massive
erection swung inside the cotton fabric. He drew it out of the fly
and let the tip poke at the crevice of her asscheeks.
Her lips began a high-pitched keening as her climax approached,
and Marie's eyes closed. Just as her hips began a synchronous
jerking, Sandy pulled his mouth away and stood up. Marie groaned
in disappointment.
Sandy looked over her shoulder at Dark Hair. "Y'know; it seems
that the lady is enjoying herself altogether too much. After all,
she's the one who's asking a favor of us." He grasped the back of
her neck and pulled her face to his. "Well, Lady, you wanna do
something nice for me?" When she hesitated, his broad fingers
lightly squeezed. She winced but nodded. "So what do you want to do
that's so nice?"
"I...I..." she stuttered. "Do you want me to kiss... it?" Her
beautiful blue eyes shyly looked up.
"Kiss it?" he mocked. "What kinda good is that gonna do?" His
grip remained at her neck. Dark Hair continued to hold her wrists.
Her voice softened. "If you want, I'll su.. suck it." Her tone
grew bolder. "I'll suck your thing, your cock. If you want." She
paused. "I'll suck on your big cock. Suck on it as deep as you want
me to. And, if you'd like, I'll suck on your cock until you come,
until you shoot your hot sperm inside my mouth."
I shuddered, my cock hardening fully in my pants. Sandy's jaw
dropped, but he managed to drop his shorts and nod dumbly.
Marie shyly dropped to her knees, her brown curls temporarily
obscuring her eyes, with her face being tilted forward. One hand
clutched his zipper and drew it down; the other feverishly worked
at his belt buckle. She pulled both his suit trousers and boxer shorts
down to his knees, barely able to pull them over his meaty prong,
which now bobbed in front of her. Her soft right hand extended tohis member, her bright red nails lily brushing the veined
erection. Her eyes focused on it as though she were mesmerized.
Her left hand ardently caressed his swinging balls.
While Marie toyed with Sandy's genitals, Dark Hair removed the
rest of his clothes and dropped to his knees behind her. He stroked
his broad cock between her spread haunches. She slowly raised her
ass to meet his strokes, his angry red tip prodding at her pussy
lips, still soaked from Sandy's oral attentions.
Marie pursed her lips and lightly bussed the end of Sandy's
cock. Her lips were tightly drawn, seemingly reluctant to permit
entry. She lightly pulled her face away, but her attention
remained glued to his shaft, an almost apprehensive visage on her
face. Her eyes shot wide as Dark Hair reached down and aimed
himself at the entrance to her fleshy tunnel and pushed forward.
Slowly but firmly he pushed his loins forward, and I could see the
red helmet, and then the lighter colored shaft, disappear up her
passage.
The busty brunette's jaw dropped in a gasp as Dark Hair held her
hips and moved further forward. "God, no! You can't.... please!"
Her reluctance seemed out of place, as her free hand clutched
Sandy's rod and stroked it absently.
Dark Hair withdrew his rod and Marie's face appeared hopeful,
then - inevitably - he rammed himself forward, penetrating her
again. He stroked again and again, and I could see her tenseness
disappear and her loins undulate. Neither man noticed as one of the
knots holding my wrist came loose.
Suddenly, Sandy grasped her cheeks with his hands. "Hey,
lady!" he leered. "Remember, you was gonna be nice to me?" He
pushed his broad cock forward at her face, again striking her taut
lips. Marie looked fearful. Her dark locks drifted askew.
Just then, Dark Hair shoved himself forward with a fierce
determination. Marie's scarlet lips opened in suprise. Sandy
shove himself forward, and his fleshy stalk pushed past her lips
and was halfway captured in her wet mouth. Marie groaned, and her
hands deperately clutched at his shaft to keep him from penetrating
further. Sandy grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands aside,
guiding them to her hips. He released her arms and grabbed the back
of her head; still, she did not try to clutch his hardness. Pinned
in his hands, she did not resist as he pulled her face further onto
his stiff cock. Slowly, it disappeared into her mouth and down her
throat. She gagged slightly, and he drew back, allowing her to
again close her painted lips. I could see a drop of his pre-cum
bead at the tip. She lapped at the droplet. Her lips suddenly
opened as he fucked his shaft back in her mouth, still held in
place by his clutching fingers entwined in her ebony hair.
He twisted her head slightly as he continued to drive into her
sweet mouth. She contorted in response to his oral assault as well
as the rear entry by Dark Hair. Each man increased the pace of his
churning, stroking cock. Muttered epithets accompanied their
jerking loins. Dark Hair's deeper voice: "You little slut, I'm
gonna run this thing up your tight little cunt." Marie moaned in
excitement, muffled by Sandy's thickness again driving into her
throat.
The remaining knots came undone in my busy fingers, and I slowly
slipped the ropes down my sides, trying not to draw any attention
from the two pounding men.
An animalistic sound began coming from Marie's tortured mouth,
a rhythmic high-pitched mewling, alternating with guttural moans.
Each sound cast a counterpoint to the slap of Dark Hair's loins
against her ass cheeks. Marie's chirps and grunts rose to a
continuous, wavering shriek as her climax approached. Sandy started
unabashedly slamming his wet cock far into her slavering mouth with
each stroke, muttering, "Just about, Baby, just about..."
Dark Hair's bulging pecs began flexing as he drove for his own
explosion, spreading Marie's raw pussy lips with his broad shaft,
his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.
I let the ropes binding me drop to my feet, snagging them
momentarily on the prominence of my own cock that distended the
front of my trousers. Marie glimpsed me starting to stand and
shook her head feverishly. As Sandy's almost-bursting rod emerged
from her lips, she muttered between strokes, "Let me ... go a ...
bit more ... till I .....
CUUUMMMMMM!" She shrieked and drove her face forward, im
paling Sandy all the way down her throat. His eyes visibly bulged and a
huge smile lit his face, as his loins bucked his release into her
full mouth. With each spurt of his hot semen into Marie's hungry
full mouth, I could see a trickle - and then a river - of the hot
fluid cascade out the corner of her lips, down her chin, and onto
her bejeweled fingers. Her hand stroked at his spilling shaft,
milking out each drop of his essence. Marie's gasping, lewd wet
sounds continued as she savored each jet that filled her.
Dark Hair suddenly cried, "Oh you nasty, filthy bitch," and closed
his eyes as he too jetted his cum into Marie, holding her ass
tightly against his thighs, rocking her onto him to help draw out
each blast of his semen. Marie quickly sucked the last shot of
sperm from Sandy's exploding cock, and turned to grin at Dark
Hair's lust-contorted face. In doing so, she took Sandy's final
gooey salvo on the side of her cheek, laughing as she did.
She rode back and milked the last of Dark Hair's climax,
murmuring endearments as she came down from the ecstatic heights of
her own orgasm. One crimson-nailed finger found the errant cumjuice
from Sandy's spurt onto her cheek, and slyly scraped it into her
mouth.
The two men slumped to the floor on their backs, their heads
propped against the wall, stuporous grins on their rough-hewn
features. I leapt to my feet and confronted the men.
"Okay, you assholes. I've got the drop on you now and want some
answers." It's easy to be tough when a guy is splayed in front of
you with his family jewels within range of your Florsheims, if you
know what I mean. They looked up, still with dazed expressions on
their faces. "Who's your boss? Why'd he take the girl? Where is
she?" My staccato delivery was straight out of a George Raft movie.
Sandy looked quizzically at Dark Hair, then at me. "Huh? Our boss
is an old guy named Simpson. I think he's probably at choir
practice over at the church with his wife. I don't know nothin'
about any girl; is this someone who works for the school district
too?"
It was my turn to look stupid. "What kinda game are you guys
playing? I know the big guy has the sister of the lady here, and
you guys got something to do with it!"
Dark Hair cut in. "Gee, I don't know what a 60-year old guy who
runs a schoolbook distribution warehouse would be doing with this
dame's sister. Are you sure you got the right guy?"
I looked over at Marie, who was quickly getting dressed. She
blushed and glanced at me with the guiltiest look I'd seen since
Gimpy the Weasel tried to lift my wallet on the Morrison caper.
"Marie?" My question hung in the air.
"Well, you see, Sam. I really do have a sister and I haven't
talked to her for days so I don't KNOW that she's okay and I
realize that people don't usually get kidnapped so maybe nothing at
all has happened to her..."
"Huh? You mean to say that these guys have nothing to do with any
kidnapping because there wasn't one?" Marie slowly nodded, then
shrugged, as she put on the last of her clothes and applied a fresh
coating lipstick. Her composure returned.
"Yeah, it looks like I made a mistake. We didn't need to come
down here after all." She turned to the still-nude guards. "You
fellas aren't upset with me, are you?" They shook their heads
dumbly. "See. No harm done... and we all had fun. Didn't you Sam?"
Marie leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. "It's been fun,
Gumshoe. I'll look you up next time I'm in need of some help." With
a flip of her brown locks, Marie flounced out the door...
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