A Private-eye Full

PART THREE

CHAPTER ONE

Dick Elliott and I didn’t have to wait long for Lisa to arrive. I introduced them, and Lisa went to the bar and mixed some drinks. “So what happened?” Lisa asked.

We were sitting on the couch and Dick sat across from us. I could see that he was interested in Lisa. Of course after watching Carol and Sweet, he would have shown interest in anything vaguely feminine.

“I didn’t learn a whole lot,” I admitted. “Except that Sweet likes to use a little dope.” I told her about seeing him try to slip a couple pills in Carol’s drink and using coke during sex.

“I’ve heard about that,” Lisa said. “I heard it can be great, or it can be real bad.”

“Can be deadly,” Dick said. “I worked a case a year or so ago. Girl went crazy and killed herself. Another time a woman who had been coked, had an adverse reaction to the coke. She damned near died.”

“Did Carol say anything to you?” I asked Lisa.

She shook her head. “No not much,” Lisa said. “I don’t think Carol has any allergies to coke. She’s used it before, but something wore her out.” She smiled. “All Carol had on her mind was getting into bed by herself.”

“I know what wore her out,” I said. “Whatever else Sweet is, the big bastard can fuck.”

“Don’t I know it,” Lisa said. “I told you I partied with him and Hammer once.” She looked at Dick. “So you’re a cop, huh?”

“Yeah,” Dick said. “Twenty years on the job.” He paused and looked at Lisa, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

”Sure,” Lisa said smiling at him, “If I don’t want to answer, I won’t, so ask away.”

“Ah…er…Well I guess I was wondering what a good looking woman, like yourself, is ah…you know…doing what you do?” Dick was red-faced.

Lisa laughed, “Yeah, I get that a lot. The simple truth is I like sex a lot and I like a lot of sex. This life style affords me that opportunity.”

“I’ve kinda wondered how you got started,” I said. I was rubbing her arm. Lisa scooted over closer to me.

“I was married to a man for five years,” she said. “Couple of years into the marriage he started talking about bringing another person into our bed.” She gave a slight laugh. “I resisted that notion for a long time. One night he set me up. We were drinking and fooling around at home and he had a friend that “just happen” to come by. Long story short, my dear husband held me while his buddy fucked me.” Lisa laughed again, “I didn’t speak to him for a week, but the truth was, I liked it. Over the next year he’d bring in a guy every once in a while. One night he brought three men home. One was a black man. They fucked me all night and I was hooked. The more sex I got, the more I wanted. Too much wasn’t anywhere near enough.”

“So what happened to your husband?” I asked. “How come you are not still married?”

Lisa laughed, “One afternoon he came home early. He walked into our house and saw me in the living room. I was sitting on one black cock and sucking another. Dear hubby came unglued. It never dawned on me that I had to get his approval for what he was having me do in the first place. The poor bastard got jealous of all the men he was letting fuck me. Can you figure that? Funny thing, my shrink said I would settle down after the new wore off. That was two years ago and I sure haven’t settled down.” While she was talking she was rubbing my thigh. “Every dick is new to me, every time.”

Lisa unzipped my pants and struggled to get my hard cock out. While she did that I got her shirt off. “Well officer Dick,” I said. “You going to sit over there, or are you going to get over here and help me fuck this gal?”

Dick didn’t need any further encouragement. In a flash he was behind the kneeling Lisa and had her pants down. She was giving me a primo blowjob and I could tell the instant Dick shoved his cock into her. The suction increased by a factor of three.

Over the next hour or so Dick and I fucked Lisa in every way we could think of. At some point we managed to get to my bed. I guess it was nearly three o’clock in the morning when I began to doze off.

“So Officer Dick,” I dimly heard Lisa say. “What happen to your marriage?”

”Same thing that happened to yours,” Dick said, yawning. “Except in reverse. I wanted my wife to swing and she wouldn’t. Shouldn’t have surprised me. She didn’t even want me to fuck me.

“So you kept at her and she got mad and left you?” Lisa said. Her voice was getting fuzzy also.

“Naw,” Dick said with a laugh. “I found me a girl that would fuck other men, and let me watch and join in. Trouble was my wife caught me at it. That’s when she got mad and left.”

“My God,” Lisa laughed. “You and Mike are both voyeurs. Talk about peas in a pod.”

I guess they talked on, but I was out of it for the night.

CHAPTER TWO

I woke up slowly with a head that was pounding. I ran my tongue around inside my mouth. Whiskey sour now had new meaning for me. I was aware that I wasn’t alone in my king-size bed. I raised my head and saw a sleeping Lisa beside me. She looked beautiful and peaceful. Raising my head a bit more I saw Richard Elliott. He looked neither beautiful nor peaceful.

Fortunately it was a Saturday morning. I set my own hours, but both Dick and Lisa were off. I closed my eyes, thinking I would get a few more winks. My bladder protested my laziness.

After I was on my feet and in the bathroom I decided I’d just stay up. When I finished my personal business, I stumbled to the kitchen and put the coffee on. When it was finished I got a cup and sat at the breakfast bar.

“Hey, is that coffee I smell?” Dick said from the doorway.

“Yeah,” I said. “There is some. You look like shit.”

“Fuck you,” he grumbled. “Can’t you afford a better brand of booze? That shit is bad news.”

“I didn’t hold a gun to your head and force you to drink it,” I snapped. He did have a valid point. I could afford better hooch. I was just use to buying the cheap shit.

“Good morning boys,” Lisa Hurst said brightly, bouncing into the kitchen. I could see a terrible inequity here. Lisa drank as much as Dick or I had, and she looked as fresh as a daisy. She was wearing one of my shirts and the tail came down to just below her butt cheeks, however it didn’t cover her when she reached up into the cabinet to get a cup.

“Oh my God,” Dick said. “Now if that don’t wake you up you’re already dead. Hey Lisa, do you know you have a nice ass?”

“Yes,” she answered, smiling at him, “I do, but thanks for noticing. Mike, do you have anything to eat in here?”

“Like what?”

“Eggs, bacon, something like that. It is breakfast time you know.”

“No, I don’t think so,” I said. “I’m not much of a cook, so I don’t have much food.”

“Come on gumshoe,” Dick said. “Let’s go to the store. I can pick up my car on the way back.”

“Great,” Lisa said. “While you are gone, I’ll take a shower and when you get back I’ll make you boys breakfast. I happen to be a great cook”

A little less than a hour later we were eating a scrumptious meal. Lisa was indeed a great cook and I told her so.

“Thank you kind sir,” she said. “I love to cook, but I seldom have any reason to. When you are living alone, it’s not worth it to cook. I eat out a lot. Other than the fact that you boys were horny as hell, what did we find out last night? Does Sweet pose a threat to us?”

“Not if I can make him on that robbery/homicide,” Dick said.

“How’s that working out for you?” I asked.

He shook his head, “I ain’t got shit,” he admitted.

“Didn’t you tell me that he just got out of prison?” I asked. He nodded. “Parole?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Dick said. “He’s got five or six years hanging over him if he screws up.”

“Is using dope a violation?” Lisa inquired.

“Sure,” Dick said. “And I saw him with it, but I ain’t got probable cause and I sure ain’t got any evidence. My testimony would get tossed and he’d walk.” He grinned. “He left the evidence up what’s her name’s snatch.”

“He’s carrying,” I said. “I saw him take a pistol out of his pants and slip it under the couch cushion when he and Carol started to make out.”

Dick looked thoughtful, “Good to know,” he said. “If all else fails maybe I can bust his ass on that violation of parole. I’d really like to nail him for that killing the other night.”

I smiled at him, “How did that killing go down? He use a gun?”

“Yes,” Dick answered looking closely at me. “Why?”

“What’s the odds that he still has the weapon he used in that robbery? How about the odds on the weapon I saw being the one?” I said.

“I’d say pretty good,” Dick said. “Dumb son of a bitches can’t bear to get rid of a good gun. They’ll hang on to it even though they know it can hang them.”

“How about your other problem?” Lisa asked. “Stephanie King?”

“I’m still working on that,” I answered, glancing at Dick. I hadn’t mentioned that problem to him.

“Judge King’s wife?” Dick asked. “What’ kind of problem do you have with her?”

“Steph likes dark meat,” Lisa said. “She pays Mike to make sure she has plenty. Apparently her husband is suspicious of her. He hired Mike to investigate.” I would have preferred that Dick didn’t know about that.

Dick looked at me for a moment then laughed. “You are shitting me. Let me see if I have this straight. You take money from the judge’s wife so that she can fuck black men. You take money from the judge to find this out. Is that it?” I nodded. “Strikes me as a conflict of interest, Shamus.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” I said. “I tried to tell him that I wasn’t interested.” I told Dick about my conversation with the good judge. That caused him to laugh even harder.

“He’s blackmailing you to work for him?” He said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Why don’t you report him to the bar association or judicial review board. No, wait a minute, you can’t do that ‘cause you’re as crooked as a dogs hind leg.” That sent him into another fit of laughter. Lisa seemed to enjoy his shit, too. I didn’t see the humor in any of it.

“Stephanie will keep me posted on her coming and going,” I said. “I don’t have to actually watch her, but this situation has a real potential to turn into a bucket of shit. That ain’t the worst of it,” I continued. “Steph is, or was, screwing Sweet.”

Dick grinned at me, “You do live an interesting life. While we are on the subject of living…How is it you happen to have Hammer’s women?” He smiled at both Lisa and I. “Bearing in mind I don’t work vice.”

After a moment’s thought I told him how I came into procession of Hammer’s photos, tapes and lists. I was thinking, in for a penny, in for a pound.

Dick was silent for a while. He was thinking about what I had told him. That’s what I assumed. He’s hard to read. He may be thinking about anything or nothing at all.

“Let me suggest,” Dick said slowly, “that you consider the “payment for letting them get black cock” as a mild extortion. I also suggest that you discontinue that practice. Frankly, the DA would most likely consider it out and out blackmail. I do occasionally work fraud and white collar crimes. Might want to keep that in mind. Another thing you might want to do is let Judge King’s wife take a fall.”

“What good would that do?” I asked.

“For one thing it would get the Judge off your case,” He said. “I suppose you considered the situation of not finding anything on Mrs. King and the judge getting someone else to do it and they find something…which they most likely will I suspect that might piss the judge off at you. One way you have Mrs. King mad at you; the other the judge is pissed at you.”

“Damned if I do and damned if I don’t,” I said. “Yeah, we considered that scenario. Maybe I can talk Stephanie into a confession.”

“Fat chance of that happening,” Lisa said. “I’ve partied with her and for what it’s worth, she’s a fourteen carat bitch.”

“Let’s say I tell the judge that she’s out screwing around,” I said. “Why wouldn’t she rat me out?”

“Yeah, she might think it makes it look better for her,” Lisa said. “I had to do it because this bad, bad man is blackmailing me, sort of thing.”

“I see your point,” Dick said. “Who do you think he would believe, you or his wife?” He got a sly look on his face. “Of course if you had something on the judge, then the case would become moot. He’s a pussy hound. Well known around the courthouse that he’s fuck a snake if someone held its head.” While I was giving that idea some thought the doorbell rang.

“Oh, that’s probably Carol,” Lisa said. “She called while you were at the store. She said she might be by this morning.”

Carol Miller came in looking no worse for wear. In fact she looked good. Dick gave her an appraising look.

“So how was you date?” Lisa asked her, grinning. “I’ve heard the duffus boy’s account,” she added, pointing to Dick and me.

“It was wild,” Carol said. “Wilder then anything I have ever been involved in. That bastard used coke in my pussy.”

“Tell me about that?” Lisa said. “I’ve heard about a coke fuck.”

“Save that for later,” I interjected. “Did you learn anything about Sweet?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know. I thought you were going to be close.”

“We were,” I said. “We were not right there in the damned house with you. We couldn’t hear everything that was said.”

“I don’t think he said a whole lot,” Carol said with a smile. “He had sex on his mind…oh, there was one thing he said on the way to his house. He said he was going to have all the white women he wanted in a few days, but he wouldn’t forget his friends. Meaning me I guess.”

Not much news there. “What else?” I asked.

”Nothing much,” she answered. “He has a lot of dope in his house. He left the closet in the hall open and there were a lot of pills in it. I saw that when he hustled me to the bedroom. Got a big ol’ gun, too.”

“Yeah, I saw his big gun,” Dick said grinning. “I saw him using it on you.”

“I’ll have to admit that he is a fucking machine,” Carol admitted. “Who the hell are you again?”

“He’s working with Mike,” Lisa said. “Were you not paying attention when he was introduced?”

Carol shook her head, “I guess not. A cop, right?”

“I don’t work vice,” Dick said. “By the way, I enjoyed watching you last night. You’ve got a nice body.”

“Thanks,” Carol said. “Glad you enjoyed the show.” She was giving the cop an appraising look.

“I have an idea,” I said.

“Now isn’t that wonderful,” Lisa said. “Our Mike has an idea. What is it, honey?”

“I’ve made a mental note of your sarcasm, Lisa.” I said. “Carol just told Dick that there was drugs in that house. Dick, you and some of your little buddies from the cop shop raid the place and arrest Sweet. Come on, Dick. Why are you shaking your head?”

“Last resort. I don’t want to violate Sweet’s parole. I want him for that shopkeeper’s homicide. I want them to pull the switch and fry his black ass.”

“But wouldn’t the drug charges send him away for a long time?” Lisa asked.

“Maybe,” Elliot said. “But that’s too risky. He might skate by on some glitch. I’ve seen it happen all to often. A faulty warrant, house not in his name…no, I’ll just bide my time and nail him good.”

“In the fuckin’ mean while he’s going to kill my ass,” I said. “I have to be honest with you. I’m not thrilled with that prospect.”

“You need to get your priorities right,” The cop said. “You need to get Winston King off your ass first. I’ve been thinking about that, and I have an idea. Want to hear it?” I told him that I would be very interested in hearing his idea.

“Judge King is a pussy hound. Get him fixed up, make some videos and invite him to get off your ass.” I told him that I thought it was a grand idea and asked if he had any idea how to go about it.

“As a matter of fact I do,” Dick said with a grin. “Apparently you have a wealth of talent in your…how shall I put it…organization? Get one of your women to set the bastard up. I know he likes cool sophisticated women best. Just dangle one in front of him and he’ll do the rest. You have anyone who can do sophisticated?”

“Hey asshole,” Lisa snapped. “Any one of us can do the classy bit. I’m very good at it, as a matter of fact.”

“Well there you go, Peeper. Problem solved.”

“No, not quite,” I said. “No question that Lisa can act the part of an elegant broad, but how do I get them together?”

“Call him and ask for a meeting. Take Lisa with you. Do I have to do all the thinking?” I recognize a rhetorical question when I hear it, so I didn’t bother to answer. He did have a good idea, though.

CHAPTER THREE

“This better be good,” Winston King said arriving at my table. We were meeting in a nice upscale restaurant downtown. “What do you…?” He let the question die on his lips. He had spotted Lisa Hurst. “Hello there,” he purred at Lisa. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“This is Marilyn Pearson,” I said. “Honey, would you excuse me for a minute or two?” Lisa gave the judge a thousand watt smile and left for the ladies room. Judge King watched her wiggle out of sight. “Judge you are wasting your money. I’ve had my eye on your wife for several days, and she hasn’t even left the house except for a trip to the beauty shop.” I knew this because I asked Jennifer what she had been doing.

“It’s my money, Taylor,” he said in his nasty tone. “Don’t presume to tell me how to spend it. You just do your job. The young lady…is she your lady friend?” He asked it like he couldn’t believe that such a fine refined woman would be consorting with the likes of me.

“No, she’s just a friend.”

“Married?”

“No, I don’t think so. Divorced, I think. Look sir, I’m telling you that your wife isn’t cheating on you.”

“You just keep watching her. What’s the story on Marilyn?” Apparently he had quickly developed a yen for Lisa. Not that I could blame him. She did look hot in a sexy sophisticated way. I saw her looking at us and nodded for her to come on back to the table.

“Okay, I’ll keep watching if you say so.” I said as if reluctant. “I don’t know much about Marilyn. We just met a few days ago. I don’t even know where she lives yet. Here she comes.”

“Okay,” he said softly, “I’m going to make a play for her. You stay out of my way.” The lowlife son of a bitch was going to steal my girl. I had to remind myself that was what we wanted to happen, but it still pissed me off.

“Ah, now the beauty is back with us,” the slimy bastard said, rising to his feet as Lisa arrived. “I’m Winston King,” he said taking Lisa’s hand and kissing it. “Judge Winston King.”

“How very nice to meet you,” Lisa said gibing him another high wattage smile. “Judge, is it? How nice.”

“Yes it is,” he said. “Look Taylor, you can run along now. I’ll see MS Pearson home. Maybe after we have a drink. Is that all right with you, dear?”

“Yes fine,” Lisa said, ignoring me and looking at the judge. “Maybe a couple of drinks.”

I didn’t have to fake my indignation as I stormed out of the place. Even though it went exactly the way we wanted it to go, it pissed me off to be treated like that.

I hurried to the apartment where Carol and Dick Elliot waited on me. It was one we used from time to time and was still leased under Hammer’s name. They were set up in a spare bedroom with the video equipment Dick had borrowed from the police department. We didn’t have to wait very long. It took less than an hour for Marilyn to bring a panting, horny Winston King to her love nest.

King did unspeakable things to Lisa, however we will speak of them. He was a loud, obnoxious fucker with a short stubby dick. He fucked her hard and fast, and spent his puny load all within fifteen minutes. Poor Lisa didn’t even get warmed up. I wasn’t too concerned about her satisfaction, because I’d take care of that later. I just wanted to make sure we got good video, and that it clearly showed his face. We did and it did show his face.

Our plan was simple. We’d give a copy of the tape to Stephanie who in turn give it to the good judge along with a request for a divorce. I didn’t give a rats ass if they divorced or not. I just wanted him off my back. He showed up at my office a few days later.

“You blew it Taylor!” he yelled at me.

“What are you talking about?” I demanded. “Blew what?”

“Stephanie found out that you were following her. She got a PI to follow me, and now she’s got the goods on me, you worthless bastard.”

“Hey wait just a minute,” I yelled back. “That’s bullshit. There is no way she could know about me. If she caught you with your pants down, it wasn’t my fault.” We stared at each other for a moment or two. “What happened?”

“That whore you were with,” he said in a calmer voice. “She set me up and there is a video of me and her. My wife has the video and she’s going to screw me but good. It’s your fault, Taylor.”

“How is it my fault? I didn’t even know Marilyn. I told you I didn’t know anything about her. Are you sure it was Marilyn that set you up?”

“It had to be,” he said. “Her face wasn’t shown on the tape but…” I could see the doubt creeping in. “Anyway, I want my money back since you didn’t do any good for me.”

I would be happy to give him his money back, but I had to pretend that I didn’t want to. It wouldn’t be in character for me not to argue about it. We settled on giving back half of his money and staying off the case. Judge Winston King left my office and he was not a happy man. He was looking to lose at least half his money and property to Stephanie. I found out several months later that she damned near left the slimy prick destitute. I had a lot of trouble feeling any grief for him.

Now all I had to do was get Sweet off me and I’d be a happy camper. As it turned out I didn’t have to worry about that for very long. Sweet was shot and killed while attempting an armed robbery. Dick was pissed, but he got over it. He really wanted to nab him, himself.

Now everybody was happy. I had my stable of black cock whores and a new partner. Richard (don’t call me Dick) Elliot took an early retirement from the cop shop and came in with me. Not in the PI business, because I closed it down. We are exclusively in the pimp business together, but we stopped anything that might be considered extortion. I think he and Carol have a thing going. I know he loves to watch her getting fucked by one or more black men. But then again who wouldn’t?

I guess Lisa and I are…a thing. I don’t know what to call it. She seems to think I work for her, and maybe I do. She stills fucks a lot of black men and I still fuck whatever’s available. An peculiar arrangement, but it works for us.

The End