PLAYING FOR KEEPS

Part 4

By

FLEXMAN

The characters in this story, with the exception of Nick Powell, belong to Nightwing 316. Brenda Wade belongs to Mr. X. Lawrence Beeks of Lynhurst Security is from the Dan Ackroyd, Eddie Murphy movie “Trading Places.” Just an inside joke guys, don’t take it too serious.

This is a not for profit story. No one under eighteen should read it.

“Ms. Chaste? Ms. Tiffany Chaste?”

Tiffany looked up from her text book. She didn’t recognize him. He was white, medium height, medium build, wearing a brown tweed suit and a hat. They were in the library of Star City University. Tiffany had been engrossed working on a term paper due in a couple of weeks; she didn’t notice him walking up to her until he said her name. She didn’t respond to his question, just sat there staring at him.

“You are Tiffany Chaste?” he asked again.

“And you are?” she responded.

“My name is Lawrence Beeks, I’m a detective. I’m looking in to an incident that occurred at the Regency last year. I understand you were attacked there?”

Tiffany hesitated. “You got a badge.”

“I’m a private detective.”

“What’s your interested in this?”

“I’m not looking to invade your privacy, Ms. Chaste. As I said, I’m investigating in an incident that occurred at the Regency that night. I need to speak to the man who helped you.”

“I don’t have anything to say, Mr. Beeks.”

“Ms. Chaste, as I said I’m not here to invade your privacy but I do need to find that man. Now, if you wish, I can have a talk with your mother about what happen to you. Being an attorney, she might insist that you file a criminal complaint against Mr. Kendrick. There would be a court case and a great deal of publicity. There would be questions as to why you didn’t report the attack at that time. If I can just find the man that helped you, it can all be avoided.”

Great, he’s trying to be a son of a bitch, though Tiffany. Nick had advised that when all else fails, lie through your teeth, but keep it simple; it’s when you get complicated, that they trip you up. It wouldn’t hurt if she threw in a little of her airhead act. It might help if he thought she was a half-wit.

“Oh, my god, but I don’t know where to find him. I haven’t seen him since that night.”

“A man saves from being raped and you don’t keep in touch?”

“That was his choice. I wanted to stay in touch, you know have a real man to talk to, when you need advise on boys and things, but I got the feeling he didn’t want to. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to look like I’m not grateful, but I thought that was, like, so rude. I was thinking like, oh my god, what’s wrong with him, is he anti-social or something?”

“What was his name?”

“Steve something, last name started with an M.” Tiffany pretended to think about it for a few minutes. “Steve MaGarrett. That’s his name, Big Steve I called him. He didn’t like that, I mean come on, it’s just a nick name, what’s the big deal?”

Beeks stares at her hard for a moment. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, why?”

Beeks rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You’re only what? Eighteen, nineteen? Yeah, it’s before your time. I take it you’ve never been to Hawaii?”

“No, what are you talking about?”

“Never mind. Did he happen to mention anything about himself, like what he did for a living?”

“Yes, he said he was in Star City for a dentist convention, so I, like you know, assumed he’s dentist. I think he said he’s from Delta City which I thought, sorry to hear that. That place is such a slum; I don’t know how anybody lives there. It’s so gross, I wouldn’t live there.”

“Did he drive you home?”

“Oh yes. What if there were other crazies out there. I didn’t feel safe.”

“What kind of car did he drive?”

“It’s was brown. I think it was one of those Japanese cars, like you know, Japanese.”

“Honda, Toyota?”

“I don’t know; it was kind of plain looking. You know; ordinary, like not the car I’d drive if I had a car. I’d like, you know, I’d want a Porsche, but my mother won’t buy me one. I mean that’s so not cool, I have a style to maintain. It’s not fair that Paris and Brittany and Lindsay can drive whatever they want but me I can’t have a Porsche, I mean what’s up with that?”

“You gave him your address; did you tell him how to get there?”

“No, I didn’t have to; he had, like, one of those things on the dash. You know the thing that talks to you, tells you which way to go.”

“GPS?”

“Yes, I think that’s what they call it. I’m not really in to tech stuff but yeah that’s it.”

“He took you back to the bar before he took you home, bought you coffee. What did you two talk about?”

“Nothing, I was really shaking pretty bad. I was trying to calm down, you know, before going home. I didn’t want my mother to see me that way.”

“Why not?”

“Well duh, dude, what do you think. My mother is very strict. If she found out I was attacked, she would have lock me up forever. I wouldn’t have seen daylight until I was thirty. I mean how unjust is that? Does she think it’s my fault that Pete didn’t respect me? She always thinks it’s, like, all my fault. I mean is it my fault I’m so hot, guys can’t keep their hands off of me, and I have to be seen with guys who are hot too or my street rep will go down in flames. I don’t understand her. Why can’t she be cool like Brittany’s mom? My mom is so old.”

“All right, thank you for your time. I might have more questions later.”

“Whatever.”

I got Tiffany’s call while I was fucking Samantha Smart, or as she’s known in super heroine circles, StarDust. What you have to understand about Smart is it really is like fucking two people. Smart is a small, petite little thing; she’s only five foot five, weighs around a hundred pounds soaking wet and her tits are only thirty Bs, but once she gets super horny, forget about it. It’s like the Bruce Banner becoming the incredible Hulk; she morphs in front of my eyes in to StarDust. She goes from five-five to six-six, which makes her taller then me and her weight jumps to two-ten, which is about what I weigh and she’s all muscle and tits. Those magnificent mammies balloon up to legitimate fort-eight double Ds. It not only happens in front of my eyes, but it usually happen when I’m on top of her making out (trust me, you don’t want to be under her when it happens). This has always posed a problem with her sex live, because it can be awkward explaining to a lover why every time you become horny and climax you turn in to Gigantor. So she had no sex lives. That’s why of all the heroines I’m blackmailing she’s the only one who’s half way happy about it. Thanks to me her sex life has improve, which is not hard considering before me she had none. What’s more, unlike the other heroines, she really has super powers. She has super strength, super speed, enhanced vision and hearing, she invulnerable and she can fly. That’s another thing that makes sex with her great; because of her powers I can be as rough as I want and it has no effect on her. In fact, the harder I squeeze, maul and mash those massive tits, the harder I pound my cock in to any of her holes, the better she likes it. No matter what I do, there’s no way I can cause her any bad pain, but I do give her intense pleasure. I blackmail more money out of her because, frankly, she has more money then the others, but she acts like she doesn’t mind, the sex makes it worth it to her. Another thing that’s different with her then with the others is I can’t just have sex with her anywhere I choose. Not just because of the transformation she goes through but because she leaks; more on this later. We always have sex in a cozy room in the basement of her mansion. The room is bare except for an air mattress, a closet with spare Starfuck uniforms and a strange machine that looks like it’s used to milk cows. She once told me she took it from some perp and its how she powers down when she wants to go from being StarCunt back to being Sammie Smart. She literally hooks her tits up to that thing and it milks those babies. You have to admit, super heroes have come a long way since the days of having to duck in to a phone booth to change in and out of your uniform.

I arrive and she literally attacks me at the door.

“I need this so much,” she says. She’s obviously has had a bad day at the office. We get to the room in the basement and I barely have time to remove my gun and jacket before she’s completely naked and all over me. I get my clothes off, grab her by her arms and slam her against the wall. It knocks the air out of her. I kiss her soft lips and force my tongue in her mouth. I’m pressing my body against hers. She’s not resisting at all. My cock is rubbing against her cunt; she’s getting really wet and starts moaning. We’re locked in an embrace and continue kissing long and hard. We explore each other’s bodies. I’m groping and caressing her ass; she takes hold of my cock in one hand and massages my balls with the other. She has the habit of turning the air condition up so her nipples get erect faster. At first I fondle them and then tweak them. She lets out a cry and it begins. She starts to change. I’ve been seeing this for over a year now and I still can’t get use to it, it’s so freaky the way she grows in front of me. At six-six she’s five inches taller then me. That means one minute I’m looking down in to her eyes and the next my face is buried in a massive mattress of firm tit meat. I do what anyone would; I maul, mash, lick and suck those babies hard. She likes it, the moaning get louder and louder. I slowly work my way down StarBitch’s belly, kissing and licking, until I’m kneeling in front of her pussy. She breathing hard and starts squirming as I suck and tongue fuck her. She goes from moaning to quick screams when I begin three fingers fucking her fast and my tongue and teeth attack her large clitoris. I can bite her clit hard and not only doesn’t it hurt her, she actually likes it. I take my time and it takes a little while before her orgasm hits her, but like everything else about her it hits her hard. She screams big time. Good thing she had this room sound proof.

She wants me to keep on doing it but don’t forget, I’m blackmailing her, so it’s not about her, it’s about me. I don’t care if she’s enjoying, what’s important is I enjoy it.

“All right bitch, get to work,” I order her. My cock is throbbing and ready to explode. She crouches down, caressing my abs on the way down, and takes my cock in her mouth. The thing about StarSuck is, when it comes to cock sucking, she’s not in to doing it slow. She starts to deep throat me fast. Almost ten minutes past, as I’m fighting myself to keep from cumming. Then I blow. She doesn’t stop or even hesitate as I’m shooting off in her mouth; she keeps pumping away while she swallows it all.

We make out for a while, until I’m hard again, which didn’t take too long. I put her legs up and force my cock in her pussy with one hard thrust. She loves that, with her it’s the only way she enjoys it. She starts moaning again as I begin pounding her as hard and as fast as I can, impaling my cock all the way to the hilt. With her super strength, the only way she can enjoy getting fucked is for me to slam her pussy at a fervent pace. I truly am banging her, as hard as I’m able. If I did this to any other woman they’d be feeling some serious pain, but StarFuck goes crazy with passion. She goes from moans to loud screams.

“Yes, yes! That’s so good! Harder, fuck me harder! Yeahhh! AAARRRgHHH!”

“What are you bitch?”

“AAARRRGGGHHH! I’m a rich cunt; I’m a rich fucking cunt! UHHH…UHHH! Please fuck me harder! OHHH, I’m such a fucking cunt!”

I kept hammering for half an hour. Her pussy tightens as she cums violently over and over and that’s not even the strange part. The hornier she gets the bigger her tits become. By this point her tits are unreal, I swear they look like they’re going to explode and that’s where the leaking comes in. Like any man in this situation I start squeezing and crushing the two giant sacks and there they blow. I’m not talking about little dribs and drabs; I’m talking about full blown gushers. Those two milk wells send steady, high pressure, streams of mammy milk all over the place, including all over me. It’s an amazing thing to see. Sometimes I stick my mouth on there and drink the stuff. It’s not bad, but you have to watch out; it comes out so fast if you’re not careful you can gage. About seven months ago I got this bright idea. She started keeping some buckets in the room and I use them to collect some of the milk. I them mix the milk with bourbon. It’s good. I’ve come up with a new drink. Bourbon and super heroine tit milk, I could make a fortune if I copy write it. I also experimented with sweet liquors, like Bailey and Sambocca. It’s taste like ice cream. I love it, but it annoys the hell out of her. I don’t care.

I spun her around, grab her buttocks and spread her legs; it’s time to ream Ms. Rich Bitch’s ass. I use her own cum to lube her asshole and then I drive my cock in her tight ass as hard as I can. I penetrate her going balls deep and keeping a vicious pace. Like everything else I do to her, if I did it this hard to any of the other women I’d be torturing them, it’s brutal, but with StarPussy, she loves it. At first, she moans quietly, but then I reach around and stick my fingers in her cunt and that sets her off. She bucks and starts cumming and screaming again. For almost an hour I bang the hell out of her ass. Pretty soon I order her to barking like a dog in heat and she does; at this point she’ll do or say anything I tell her to do. It’s a great workout for me; I grab her blond hair and pull her head back to arch her back as she cums several times. I have her upper body over the side of the air mattress, her tits hanging over two buckets so her massive titties gush their milk in to them. I manhandle her clit as I continue to pile drive her ass raw. The milk is flowing out of her tits like a drain pipe in a storm, she’s cumming non-stop and barking like a beagle in heat. After nearly an hour it ends. I pull out and walk around to her front. Her tits are handing over a pair of buckets. I sit on my ankles in front of her face, reach down taking one tit in each hand and start milking them of whatever mammary milk is left in them. The buckets fill to about three quarters of the way full. When all the milk is drained, her massive tits turn in to a pair of dried out deflated sacks of tit meat. She transforms back to Sammie Smart and she’s barely conscious. She gave all the servants the night off, so we are alone in the house. I pick her up; she now weighs only a hundred pounds, and carry her upstairs to her luxurious private bathroom. I lay her on the floor and take a shower. When I’m done, I pick her up and put her under the shower. I scrub every inch of her with the wash cloth and shampoo her hair. Then I fill the tube up and we both soak while we recover; like I said, it’s a good workout.

After that we go down to her kitchen. Ms. Rich Cunt High Power Executive doesn’t know how to cook and her cook has the day off, so I fix some eggs and ham and brew some coffee. She has this massive dinning hall with a long table and a loud echo. Thankfully, we don’t eat there; she has a more cozy breakfast room with this large picture window looking out in to lush gardens that are usually tended to by a gardener. Her entire life and her world are unreal to me. I look at this house and all the large room with their expensive furniture and art; the kitchen, the bedrooms, bathrooms, everything, it’s so surreal. I went in to her walk in closet one time and its bigger then most people’s apartments and saw the wardrobe she has in there. I tried to imagine the cost of her shoes along and it’s more then an honest cop would make in a decade. I grew up in a family which hovered between lower middle class and upper lower class. In other words we were always broke, so I can never get use to being in this house. To me it’s like visiting Disney World. Even the towels we use to dry ourselves off and the bathrobes she wears are not the kind you’d buy at Wal-Mart. They look like they cost enough to pay my rent for a year.

I’m putting away a lot of money, investing it well, but I’ll never be this rich. My real estate generates a lot of rental income. A couple of times a building I secretly own was not generating enough income, so I torched them and collected the insurance, but that only happened twice. I usually invest well. I own pieces of several clubs and bars; they generate a good cash flow and a couple of the bars have casinos in the backrooms. I own motels; they make a lot of money because of the hooker trade. I have a used car dealership and it’s also a money maker. It helps that we also run a chop shop in the back. I’m in partnership with two other guys. One was a former cop who was once my partner and the other is an excon, who use to be one of my snitches. We hire a team of guys to boost cars for us. The regular cars we strip down for parts. The more expensive cars, like the Lexus, Mercedes and SUVs, we sell to Master Blaster. He ships them overseas to places like Eastern Europe and sells them there.

When I retire I’ll cash out and live well in some foreign country. I’m never going to be poor again.

Sammie comes in and drops a fat envelope on the table.

“A gigolo would be a lot cheaper,” she says trying to get a raise out of me.

“Yeah, but I bet they can’t keep secrets as well as me,” I smile.

She didn’t like that, but she doesn’t say anything, she just sits down and starts to eat. I usually drink my coffee black, but just to annoy her I pour some of her tit milk in my cup; for some reason that bugs her. There’s a bigger joke here. I used some of her tit milk to make the eggs fluffier, so she’s eating it. Maybe someday I’ll tell her.

MY cell phone rings.

“Nick, it Tiffany, I’ve been trying to call you for the last hour.”

I don’t get a signal in Sammie’s basement. “All right, you got me now, what’s up?”

“Let me ask you a question, who’s Steve MaGarrett?”

“Steve MaGarrett? Where did you hear that name?”

“I heard you use it once when you dropped off the money. Who is he?”

I smiled. “It’s the name of a TV character. Back in the late sixties, early seventies, there was a show called Hawaii Five-O. The guy was supposed to be the head of Hawaii’s state police. He was played by actor Jack Lord. Why are so interested in him?”

“A man came to see me today. Said his name is Lawrence Beeks. You ever hear of him?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“He said he’s detective. He wanted to know about you?”

“About me?”

“He knew I was attacked a year ago and you rescued me. He wants to find you but doesn’t know your name. He wanted me to tell him. I heard you use that McGarrett name before so I gave him that name.”

“What else did you tell him?”

“Nothing, I lied through my teeth and I also threw in my bimbo act. He looked like he bought it.”

“All right, this is important. I need you remember everything he asked you and everything you told him; word per word if possible.”

She told me, I listened. When done, she asked me if this was something she should worry about.

“No, it’s cool. You did the right thing calling me. I’ll handle it.”

I ended the call and continued eating. This did not come as a surprise. My buddy, the security chief at the Regency, all ready called me and told me Beeks was snooping around. I wasn’t worried, I expected Wade Industries would eventually send someone and I covered my tracks well. But I wasn’t expecting him finding out about the thing with Tiffany. This I have to deal with. By tomorrow I’ll know everything about Lawrence Beeks. I looked up at Sammie sitting across the table from me.

“I gotta to go.”

Delta City – Wade Industries Executive Offices

Beeks has a quandary. He has to present his findings on the case to Ms. Wade but he can’t bring Peter Kendrick’s name in to it. William Kendrick is a good client of Lynhurst Security and informing a third party that his son tried to rape someone would not be in anyone’s best interest. In the end Beeks decided to keep the Kendrick name out of his report. He would merely report that Ms. Chaste was attack by an unknown assailant and go on from there. Keeping the Kendrick name out of his report would not affect the end results and he would still be protecting a good client. After all, he was hired to investigate a case of industrial espionage not attempted date rape, so in his view, Ms. Wade had no reason to know Kendrick’s involvement.

He walked down the corridor toward Ms. Wade’s office with Truscott.

“You think the girl was telling the truth?” Truscott asks.

Beeks shrugs. “It’s hard to say, she’s such a ditz. She sounded like she has the IQ of a doorstop. I’m sure of one thing, the guy who helped her that night is our boy.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because of the phony names he uses. The name he used to rent the mail box is a movie actor and the name he gave the girl is a character in a TV series. It’s all the same theme, our boy is an old movie and TV buff.”

“Maybe so, but that’s thin; if that’s all you got you couldn’t get a DA to even file, let alone get an indictment and conviction. This’ll turn out like most other such cases do; nobody gets bought to trial except the poor loser who actually got them the data; in this case poor Ellen Stanton.”

“That’s about the way I see it.”

They were shown in to Ms. Wade’s office. Beeks goes through his report as Ms. Wade sits silently staring at him. When he’s done the silence continues; hanging in the air for several minutes as Ms. Wade contemplates his report. Beeks puts his report on her desk in front of her. She picks it up and starts paging through it. Without looking up from the report she said,

“So you have nothing; no evidence, no witnesses, nothing to go on. You’re at a stand still.”

“As I previously mentioned, we are dealing with professionals. They didn’t make any mistakes.”

“Except, perhaps, rescuing a girl being attacked. The fact is you’re not even sure if it is this man. All you have to base this assumption on is two phony names.”

“I’m afraid so. I can’t see recommending spending any more time or money on this investigation. I have nothing else to go on.”

Ms. Wade does not comment, she continues paging through Beeks report, glancing at different pages. She was obviously disappointed at Beeks’ recommendation and glancing through his report seemed a way for her to put off admitting failure. But after a couple of minutes she stops and stares at a page; as if something catches her eye. Suddenly, she stops glancing and began reading the passages in earnest. For a moment, Beeks’ concern he made a typo or error, but Wade looks up at him and flashes

that evil smile.

“I didn’t catch it when you were giving your report, but the name of the girl that was attacked that night was Tiffany Chaste?”

Beeks nods. “Yes.”

“And in this report you alluded to her not being too bright. You indicate she was not a very helpful witness; not very observant and not able to provide any useful information.”

“Yes,” Beeks confirms. “She came across as a real airhead.”

“Really, is that a fact?”

“Do you know this girl?”

“I only met her only once, but I’m friends with her mother. You know who her mother is?”

“Yes, she a prominent Star City attorney.”

“Exactly, she’s a brilliant attorney; a woman of principle, a truly superior woman. I’ve been friends with her for many years. But I must admit she does have one annoying habit; she’s constantly bragging about her baby girl, Tiffany. She’s her pride and joy and one of the things she always talks about is how sweet Tiffany has always been a straight A student. Isn’t it odd that this straight A student all of suddenly becomes an airhead in your presents.”

Beeks did not respond. He stood there feeling embarrassed.

“Face it, Mr. Beeks; you’ve been played by a nineteen year girl. I think it’s obvious what happened. She feels she owes this man, so she sought to protect him from you.”

“I can be back in Star City by tomorrow. I’ll have another go at the girl.”

“No, it’s time I become personally involved in this matter. I’ll go see her mother, explain the situation to her and together we will both confront the girl and get to the bottom of this,” Ms. Wade announces. And maybe it’s time Ms. Americana makes an appearance as well, she thought.

To Be Continued