PLAYING FOR KEEPS
Part 3
By
FLEXMAN
This story was
inspired by Blacknite13
excellent story “Turning the Tables.” In
my humble option, it’s the best story he’s ever written. It’s very creative
because he thought outside the box and redesigned Mr. X’s characters. I also liked his main character detective
Mick Stone. My story is not as good as
his, but I hope it entertains.
These characters, with the exception of Nick Powell,
belong to Nightwing 316. Brenda Wade belongs to Mr. X. This is a not for profit story. No one under the age of 18 should read
it. Send all comments to
Flexman3@hotmail.com.
“Mr. Truscott, I have Mr. Beeks calling from
“Thanks Betty.” Truscott picked up the receiver. “Larry, what’d you got?”
“A whole lot of nothing,” Beeks replied. “The
trail is cold. I went to the mail drop
place first. They don’t have cameras and
being it’s over a year the clerks doesn’t recall anything. The name on the rental card for
“You sure?”
“Basil Rathbone?”
“Whose he?”
“A British movie actor of the
thirties and forties; he’s best know for playing Sherlock Holmes in a series of
movies and for losing two sword fights to Errol Flynn; once in Captain Blood
and the second time in Robin Hood.”
“Shit! What about the hotels?”
“The Excelsior hotel keeps the film
from their security cameras for only three days, unless something unusual
happens and apparently nothing unusual happened. Nobody was registered in room 1C that
day. The last guest in that room checked
out three days before and the next guest didn’t check in until two days later.”
“Well if someone was in that room,
the maid might have notice something when she checked it to see if it was
clean.”
“The maid who worked that floor that
day was deported back to
“Amazing! What about the Regency Hotel?”
“More of the same; they keep the feed from their
cameras about a week, then it’s erased and, of course, nobody remembers
anything from one particular day over a year ago.”
“So you got nothing, less than
zero.”
“Not quite. I did notice something strange. You remember
“Yeah, she said it came with
photographs of her and her boytoy.”
“Exactly. The cops found those photos in her
condo. I have a contact in the DAs
office that let me have a look at them.
One of the photos showed them making out in the elevator and another
showed them going in to her room together.
Those two particular photos were not taken by a regular camera; they
were still frames from the security cameras here at the hotel. I’m sure, I
checked out where the security cameras are at in both locations.”
“That is interesting. How would our boy get his hands on the hotel
security feed?”
“I asked that same question to the
hotel manager and the head of security.
I got the same answer from both.
They don’t know. They also
suggested I talk to the company lawyers and then they clammed up. I think
they’d worried about a lawsuit.”
“So that’s it? No where else to go.”
“Looks that way. I have an idea, but it might a waste of
time. It’s a long shot. I bribed the
desk clerk and got a list of the guests that night. I can check them out.”
“You think our blackmailer was a
guest at the Regency that night?”
“Probably not, but maybe one of the
guests saw something while they were here.
While I’m at it, I can also get a hold of all the credit card receipts
from the restaurant, bar and gift shop, for that night. That could add to the list of anyone who was here
that night. I’m might get lucky.”
“You’re right, it is a long
shot. It’s pretty thin. After a year, it’s unlikely any of them will
remember anything.”
“It’s all I got left. As you pointed out, there’s nowhere left to
go.”
“All right, check it out. Ms. Wade wants results. If nothing else, I can at least tell her that
you were thorough.”
Victoria Chaste is completely naked
and on her knees; the way I like it. She doesn’t have a problem with it either.
Vicky gives the best oral. She takes her
time, knows how to lick your ball with just the right touch, slowly tongue
bathes the stem top and bottom, passionately kisses and works the head and then
deep throat the whole thing. She even
has great timing in working the stem while fondling my balls. She’s so good at it, like she’s
professionally trained, if there is such a thing. I often wonder where she learned to do that,
but she refuses to even discuss it. Hey,
maybe she’s a natural. I’ve never had
her sister, Ashlyn or either of her nieces,
In the last year, I’ve had her on the desk in her
office, in a cheap motel rooms with hookers working their trade in the rooms
around us, in her home while Tiff was out and in her car out in the parking lot
of her office.
We’re in her bedroom. Tiff isn’t due home for another couple of
hours. She has a full length mirror on
the wall and I can see us on it. Her ass
on her heels resembles a hard peach. Her
head move front and back. I like her strawberry blond hair which goes great
with her green eyes. It’s a nice
contrast from the brunette wig she wears when she’s Puritan. I shoot my load in
her mouth and, naturally, she swallows the whole thing. I pull my cock from her skillful mouth and
push her on her back on the bed. I get
on top and work her swollen tits. She
likes it, the moaning starts almost immediately. I work
on her tits while stroking her labia lips.
It only takes a few minutes for me to get hard again and she’s so wet
her inner thighs are coated. I spread
her knees apart.
“Aaaaagggghhh, yes,” she
cries as I bury my cock in her pussy with a powerful thrust. She likes it rough as her mound swells with
each thrust. She wraps her legs around my waist and starts bucking, trying to
get in rhythm with me as my cock disappears in and out of her pussy. I smile and go motionless. Within seconds she starts to squirm. Her fists clench the sheets and she moves her
hips faster.
“FUCK ME!!!!” she gasps. “Please Nicky, I’m begging you. Fuck me like the fucking bitch in heat I am!”
I pull her knees level with my shoulders and start
doing a jack hammer in her cunt. Her ankles are over my shoulders, her hips
buck underneath me as my ball slap her ass and I move my cock in and out hard
and fast. She let out a deep moan and
bites in to my shoulder.
“Hey,” I said.
“You cock sucking bitch!”
I maul her big tits, and pump harder, but she
seems to like that.
“Yeah,” she groans, “Treat me like a cheap
whore. Treat me like a gutter slut.”
I keep pumping hard and after a couple more
minutes she screams; major league orgasm.
Her eyes widen big time, her long nails dig in to my back and tears were
streaming down the side of her head. A short while later my cock exploded deep
inside of her. With my cock still inside
of her, we rolled so she’s on top. We
kiss long and hard and then I nibbled on her neck. Her orgasm soaks my groin
and inner thighs. She passes out shortly
after.
It is a silly stereotype that all powerful women
like to be dominated when in bed, but it happens to be true with these four
women. Vicky is a hotshot lawyer, Jessie
is mayor, Moira is a reporter and news anchor and Sammie is a CEO of a multi
million dollar company and all like to be dominated and subjugated in bed. I suspect it has something to do with being a
heroine as well.
I pull my cock out of her and roll her off of me,
pushing her aside like a stuff doll. I get up and walk around her house,
looking in her closet and draws, checking out her desk and just generally
invading her privacy. Hey, I’m a
detective; invading people’s privacy is what I do for a living. I check out Tiff’s room and look through her
stuff. No, I’m not fucking Tiffany
Chaste. I spent my life trying to avoid
doing stupid and careless things and fucking the nineteen year old college
freshman daughter of an over protective mother I happen to be fucking and
blackmailing comes under both categories.
What you have to understand is the blackmail money
Vicky is paying me is not the only money I’m making off of her. Vicky is a senior partner in a law firm and
law firms employ detectives all the time.
About three months after I started blackmailing her, Vicky had a tough
case none of her regular detective firms could help her with. Her client was this woman, who swore her
psychiatrist is taking advantage of her, but there’s no proof and the shrink
says she’s hallucinating the whole thing.
The woman says the shrink puts her under hypnosis and does the deed,
when she helpless. Vicky interviewed some of his other female patients, many of
whom also had a funny feeling that something might be going on but were not
sure, besides they all felt the shrink was helping them and did not want to do
anything against him without being sure.
Vicky’s case was going nowhere, so in desperation, one weekend, when I
ordered her to go away with me, she told me about the case and ask if I wanted
to take a crack at it.
About seventy percent of what I do is illegal and
highly profitable. Hey, what can I say, a
sorry kiddie, crime does pay and it pays very well. That leaves about thirty percent of my time I
spend doing legitimate PI work. I do it
mostly for appearances, so nobody wonders how I pay the bills. So I told Vicky OK. I also gave her my rates. The thing about sexual predators is they
usually like to take sovereigns. That
might not be too practical if he’s preying on women patients, but I gave it a
try. I break in to his office and home
for a look see and I hit the jackpot. It
seems our shrink likes to make home movies.
Every time he puts a victim under and does the deed, he records it on
his digital camera. I find all these DVDs of him making out with these women
patients; very entertaining stuff. I
turn the DVDs over to Vicky and the doctor loses all his assets and gets prosecuted. Since then Vicky has throw work my way. Her partners were also impressed and they
started throwing work my way too. So in
addition the blackmail money Vicky pays me under the table, I get paid fees for
my legit work. It’s not a bad deal.
I go back to Vicky’s bedroom just as she’s coming
around. I slap her exquisite ass and sit
down on the corner of the bed.
“Ok Babe, break time is over and I’m hard
again. Get over here and put your mouth
to work. If you do it nice and sweet, I
may decide to fuck your ass.”
She crawls on the bed to where I’m sitting, her
head goes over my crotch and her tongue comes out and starts on my balls. It doesn’t get any better then this.
Lynhurst Security
Phil Gerrard sits at his
desk typing on his word process. He
looks up and sees Larry Beeks standing there watching
him.
“Need something Larry?” He asks as
he returns to his typing.
“Yeah, I need to talk to you about a
case you worked on about a year ago.”
“Which one?”
“William Kendrick.”
Gerrard again
looks up from his typing. “Why are you interested in that case?”
“I’m working a case involving
industrial espionage and blackmail. A
client’s employee was staying at the Regency at the time and I was looking for
anybody there that night to see if they remembered anything. I came across Kendrick’s credit card receipt
for the restaurant. He’s an investment
banker for Falk and Stanley. I went to interview him at his office. When he found out what I wanted to talk about,
he got pissed and threw me out.”
Gerrard
smiled. “Yeah, I’ll bet. He must have thought you were there to scam
him.”
“He said he paid us off and ordered us to drop the
case. I came back here, checked the files and found out you were assigned to a
case involving him. I need to know what it
was about. The file is sealed.”
“And for good reason; he’s protecting his kid from
a possible rape charge.”
“His kid?”
“Yeah, his name is Peter Kendrick. He was a high school senior back then.” Gerrard pulls out
an old notebook from his desk drawer and opens up to a page near the front of
the book.
“On the night June 3rd last year, Pete
comes home and is not a pretty sight.
His face looked like someone slammed it against the wall. When he removed his shirt, there were some
nasty bruises on the back and front of his torso and he had a chipped tooth. Someone
worked him over pretty good.”
“What did he say happened?”
“He didn’t.
No matter how many times his father and mother questioned him; he just
kept saying nothing happen. Finally, after a while, he changed his tune and
said it was an accident; he tripped and fell.
He looked plenty scared to them.
The maid even reported that he had pissed in his pants. Daddy wouldn’t drop it, so he hired us to
find out what happen. I only had one
thing to go on. Pete was supposed to be
on big date that night and Daddy had lent him his credit card. He charged dinner for two at restaurant
called The Jade Dragon. It’s a fancy oriental place in the Regency.”
“What did you find out?”
“I talked to the waiter and yes Peter was there
that night with a hot young number. She
was a blond, about his age and very attractive.
He heard Kendrick call her Tiffany. They had a nice dinner and
left. The Matra
D saw them go in to the lounge.”
“But they were only eighteen?”
“Come on Larry, show me a rich kid who doesn’t
have a good fake ID and I’ll show you a dork who sits in his mother’s basement
all night watching reruns of Star Trek. I
talked to the bartender. It was a quiet
night so he remembered them. Kendrick
was doing shots of Jim Beam and getting aggressive with the girl. He looked like he knew exactly how he wanted
to spend the rest of the night. The girl
wasn’t going for it. She was just sipping
a cordial and looked like she had very definite ideas about what they were not
going to be doing the rest of the night.”
“That’s a bad combination.”
“Tell me about it.
Kendrick had his hands all over and she wasn’t buying it. After a few minutes, she walks out on him.”
“How did he take that?”
“Not too well.
He went after her and looked pissed. I guess he figured he bought her
dinner and wanted a return on his investment.”
“And the bartender didn’t do anything?”
“I got the impression he was a ‘none of my
business’ type of guy, anyway that’s the last time he saw Kendrick, but it was
not the last time he saw the girl. She
came back about twenty, thirty minutes later.”
“How did she look?”
“Like she’d been in a scuffle; her hair was messed
up and her dress was ripped. But get
this, she didn’t come back alone. She
was with another man.”
“Did the bartender know this other man?”
“No, he’d seen him a couple of times before, but
he wasn’t a regular, always paid in cash.
Thing was, the bartender had seen him earlier that night. He was at the bar having a drink and left
about the same time as young Mr. Kendrick.”
“Maybe he wasn’t a ‘none of my business’ type of
guy.”
“No, he wasn’t.
The Regency has a camera watching the main entrance. I paid one of the security guards to let me
have a look at the feed for that night.
I see the girl walk out and turn left.
A minute later Kendrick walks out and follows her and yeah, he did look
like he had a chip on his shoulder. Two
minutes later, this guy walks out, looks around and goes in the same
direction.”
“So you only saw him from the back?”
“At that point yeah, but I had them fast forward
twenty minutes and got a look at him when he borough the girl back in; white
male Caucasian, mid thirties, short dark brown hair, not Marine Corp short, but
close. I put his height at around six, six one, about
“Easy to fill in the blanks; Kendrick goes out of
control, forces himself on the girl, guy comes out, roughs him and rescues the
damsel in distress.”
“That’s about the way I figured it. Mr. Kendrick senior was able to fill in the
blanks too. As soon as I laid out the
facts for him, he did an about face and told me to drop it. He didn’t want me to find the girl or the guy,
just told me to send him a bill and forget the whole thing.”
“Makes sense, no parent wants his kid jammed up on
a rape charge. You said the bartender
saw them again, so I take it they went back in to the bar?”
“According to the bartender the guy bought the
girl a cup of coffee and they sat at a table while she calmed down. You think this has something to do with your
case?”
“I don’t know, probably not, but I’m out of places
to go with this. Did the bartender
notice anything else?”
“He did mention something, but at the time I
didn’t think anything of it. He said while
they were sitting at the table, the guy kept looking out the door, in to the
lobby, like he was waiting for something.
The bartender got worried because he figured maybe they were waiting for
the cops, but the cops never showed. He
said after a while, the guy got up and left the bar. He came back a few minutes later and that’s
when he and the girl leave.”
“Now that’s interesting.”
“Why?”
“If you want to get evidence of martial infidelity
on someone and you see them check in to a hotel with someone not their spouse,
you need two pieces of information to make it work; when they went in….”
“And when they came out, yeah I know. So that the
unfaithful party can’t claim that they were in there for only a minute and
nothing happen.”
“It’s late at night. I’m thinking maybe that’s
what the guy was looking for; when the boyfriend left.”
“Or maybe he was looking for something else and
had nothing to do with your case.”
“Yeah maybe, maybe I’m just wasting my time and
the client’s money, but right now it’s all I got. Besides, the client’s got plenty of money. I
have to find this guy.”
“The way I see it, only the girl can give you his
name and the only way to find the girl is for Peter Kendrick to give you her
name. I don’t think Daddy Kendrick is going
to like you talking to him and he gives us a lot of business, so I don’t think
the boss is going to like that either.”
“I may not have to ask Pete. Ask yourself how a kid like Kendrick is
likely to meet women; at parties, clubs, but most likely at school.”
“But his old man was sending him to this very
exclusive and very expensive all boys academy; one of those place where they
have to wear a jacket and tie……however.”
He turns some pages in his notebook.
When comes to some notes, he pulls out a pad and writes down a name and
address.
“The school also ran an exclusive and expensive
all girls version of their academy. I
remember hearing they did have dances.
It’s possible that’s where he met her.” He rips the page from the
pad. “Here’s the address.”
“Perfect, you said she was about Pete’s age; that
puts her at seventeen or eighteen. All I
have to do is look through a couple of yearbooks, see how many Tiffanys there are and see which one fits the girl’s
description: blond and good looking.
Should be a breeze, contrary to popular belief, the name Tiffany is not
that common, even among the rich set.”
“Good luck.”
To Be Continued