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Authors name: Hetheranne (address withheld)
Story Title : The Private Eye and the Public Dick
Part 2 0f 2
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The Private Eye and the Public Dick (part 2 of 2)
by Heatheranne
Karen turned her attention to Richard. He was just as
cute in person as in the video. He was wearing a pair
of those sport under shorts. Sort of jockey shorts
with the long legs. He needed them. There was a dis-
tinct bulge running down one leg. He had that leg
thrown over an arm of the chair and was mindlessly
watching Susan as if she were a Saturday morning
cartoon. Every few seconds he would run a hand along
the length of that bulge. Karen could swear it was
getting bigger, or maybe that was just wishful
thinking.
Wham...wham...wham... From somewhere outside their
room came the sound of someone slamming their hand
on a door or wall. "Susan?... Susan Myrtle-Sue
Jones?...are you in there?" bawled a man from not
too far away.
"Oh shit," said Susan, "Its my daddy." Oh shit thought Karen, its her daddy.
"Oh shit," said Bruce, "It's your daddy?"
"Myrtle-Sue?" said Richard?
"Susan?" yelled another, younger male voice.
They all looked at Susan. "That's Jimmy, my sometimes
boyfriend, he thinks he owns me."
"Are they prone to violence?" asked Karen.
The sound of a door frame splintering pretty well
answered the question, but Susan filled in, "Yeah,
Daddy loves to beat up people."
"And Jimmy?"
"He never gets into fist fights. He just shoots at
people."
"Ohhh...dear ," moaned Bruce. For such a big man,
carrying such a heavy load, he was very agile. Bruce
hustled his bulky body through the motel room's
bathroom door without so much as brushing an elbow.
The door lock clicked behind him.
Karen looked at Susan. Susan was looking at Richard as
if to ask, what do we do next? Richard was out of his
chair but unfortunately he looked like a deer caught
in the head lights. Karen went to the outside door and
cracked it open. There was no one on the walkway but
the two women who had been in the other room, and they
were headed the other way in a hurry. She grabbed
Richard by the hand. Funny, he was shorter in person
than he looked on TV. Maybe that was why his... oh
never mind that now, thought Karen. She dragged
Richard outside and motioned for Susan to follow.
Once on the walkway, Karen shoved the couple in front
of her and pointed to her car. "Get in the big blue
Ford down at the end." Karen could hear voices raised
in anger. She felt guilty about leaving the others,
well maybe not the babe guy.
They were almost to the car when Karen heard a yell,
"There they go Mr. Jones."
"Shoot them sons of bitches," yelled the daddy, "her
too, she ain't no daughter of mine."
"Time to run." urged Karen. She could hear heavy foot-
steps behind them.
By the time they reached her car Karen had opened her
car doors with the remote control. Susan and Richard
piled in the back. As Karen jammed her key in the
ignition, she saw that Jimmy had give up chasing them
on foot. He was running for an old red pick up truck.
Karen jammed her car into reverse, backed out of the
parking spot, jerked the transmission into drive and
headed for the exit, barely missing Jimmy as he tried
to put the truck in her way. Karen had moaned when her
uncle had purchased the biggest thing Ford made for
company cars. He had patiently explained that most of
the mechanical parts of the car were the same as those
found on a cop car.
Karen had grudgingly admitted that the big boats
handled pretty well and she absolutely blessed him now
as she bounced the car onto the highway and floored it.
The big V8 rumbled and then roared up through the revs.
She looked in the rear view mirror. Susan and Richard
were holding on to each other, looking out the back
window. Karen looked past them, Jimmy was turning onto
the highway back at the motel. Her Ford changed up a
gear, Karen looked at the speedometer, it was passing
sixty. She left her foot on the floor. As the car got
to eighty miles an hour they were beginning to catch
up to traffic. Karen swerved into the oncoming lane,
passed a couple of cars and then swerved back into her
own lane.
"Whooo.." yelled Susan. Karen looked back. Susan and
Richard were piled in one corner on top of one another.
"You might want to put on a seat belt," warned Karen.
But the couple wasn't listening to her. They were too
busy accidentally on purpose feeling up one another.
Karen resisted the urge to stop and throw them out of
the car. Here she was, trying to save their butts and
they were making out like teenagers.
But back to the matter at hand. Karen knew that she
couldn't pass every car that slowed her, and eventually
the traffic would allow Jimmy to catch up. She needed
to lose him all together. And a few minutes later her
chance appeared. "Hold on," she cried and firmly
applied the brakes. The big car squatted as the anti-
lock brakes let Karen keep the car under control. She
felt a thump behind her and heard a yelp of pain as
Susan and Richard rolled onto the floor. Serves them
right , she thought, as she turned the car into a large
sub-division with which she was familiar.
The car plowed across the road as it looked for trac-
tion. Just before Karen thought the car must go into a
ditch, the tires bit, the front end came around and
Karen was able to get the car traveling in a straight
line once more. She gunned the car to the next inter-
section and turned right. After making two more turns,
she slowed dramatically and began to look for Jimmy and
his red truck. When Karen decided that he must have be
lost in the sub-divisions many dead ends and cul-de-
sacs, she headed back to the main road and back toward
the city.
"Where do you want me to take you, Susan?" asked Karen.
Susan's face appeared from behind the seat back. Her
make up was badly smeared. "Oh...uh...I guess I better
not go home for a while. Take me to my cousin Martha's
house." Susan gave Karen the address.
Karen drove on, mindful of the laughs and giggles
coming from the back seat. What in the world were
those two up to, she wondered. Karen adjusted the
rear view mirror downward so she could see more of
the action behind her.
Oh my god, she thought. Sticking up like a fleshy
periscope was Richard's cock. Karen couldn't believe
it. Richard was lying on the back seat of the car and
his unbelievable penis was sticking straight up, its
head, nearly as big as Susan's fist, was clearly
visible to anyone who cared to look in the Ford.
"Uh...guys...I know that shared danger can be sort of
arousing, but do you think this such a good idea?"
Richard didn't reply, he looked sort of dazed. I guess
his brain suffers from loss of blood when that huge
boner fills up, she thought.
Susan looked petulant, "Hey I want a job in the movies,
and I can't pass up a chance to try out. Besides,
what's your problem? Looks like you get to take him
home." At that Susan crossed her arms in front of her,
grabbed the bottom of her tube top and jerked it off
over her head, revealing a pair of firm, young, and
sizable tits. "And can you beat these, honey?"
Karen opened her mouth to refute everything Susan had
just said, except that part about her tits, they were
terrific, but she just shut up and drove. The faster
I get to cousin Martha's, the quicker I get rid of
this girl, thought Karen.
She couldn't help but keep an eye on the rear view
mirror. Susan took her tits in hand and wrapped them
around Richard's hard on. She began a steady up and
down stroke with a bit of a twist at the top of her
stroke. In just a minute her tits were glistening with
precum and Richard was gasping and moaning. Apparently,
without the necessity of saving himself for the next
scene or camera shot Richard was just a guy trying to
get off as quickly as possible. "That's it baby,"
cooed Susan. She buried his cock head in her tits and
sort of jiggled her tits around it. Richard's moans
became a gasping whine and his hips bucked up and down.
"Oh yeah," whispered Susan, looking down at the ab-
solute flood of cum that erupted from between her
breasts.
Susan sat there, her hands under her breasts, trying
to hold them so that Richard's spunk wouldn't drip all
over her. It was a ridiculous situation that had Karen
stifling a laugh. She grabbed an old towel from under
her seat and threw it over her shoulder. As it hit
Susan in the face, Karen said, "Here, use this." The
towel was used for accidental spills, although Karen
had been thinking of coffee and colas, not this.
By the time they reached her cousins house, Susan was
dressed and Richard had tucked himself in once more.
"Thank you, dear," said Susan, her voice dripping
with false politeness, as she tossed the towel into
Karen's lap.
Karen picked up the towel with two fingers and dropped
it onto the car floor. "No problem," she replied, but
Susan's attention was entirely on Richard.
"Now you be sure to call me." gushed Susan.
"I can't miss," said Richard, holding up his arm where
she'd scrawled three different phone numbers in ink.
As Karen drove off, Susan was backing down the walk,
waving until they were out of sight. "Well, you
certainly made an impression on her," said Karen as
they drove away.
"Well, I know it's not my intellect or personality
that impresses them. Look, I'm sorry, you saved me
from a beating or worse, then I behaved awfully in
your car, and I'm afraid I don't even know your name."
"Karen, Karen Stark."
"Hi, my name's Richard. And if its a part in a video
you're after, just tell me when you can work. I owe
you big time."
For a second Karen had the image or her and Richard
getting it on in front of a camera. He would worship
her and she would handle his.... . Karen shook the
fantasy out of her head. "To tell you the truth
Richard, I'm a private investigator. I was hired by a
man, who says he's your father, to find you."
"My father? Wow, I never met him."
"Would you like to? I mean I can put you two together
or I can just give him your mailing address or phone
number."
"Oh I want to meet him. Is that where we're going?"
Karen had to admit that she hadn't thought it all
through. She was sort of on automatic pilot, headed
in the direction of her apartment. "I guess the first
thing we should do is get you some clothes. Where do
you live?" It turned out that her place was much
closer. "We can go by my apartment, my boyfriend has
some jeans and stuff there. They shouldn't be too
big on you. Then we can call your father."
"Sounds like a plan to me," he smiled at Karen. "My
mother certainly had a wild story to tell about him.
It'll be fun to find out if it's true."
"What did she say?" asked Karen.
"Well, it went something like this. At the end of
World War Two this Nazi doctor....not Mingle..uh...
Mangle, not the famous one, but this other guy got a
hold of some of that well known Nazi gold and then he
and some bud's ran away to Argentina. This doctor was
a real genius at genetics and pretty soon he had
doubled, or something like that, the amount of beef
production in that country. So no one in the govern-
ment squawked when he carved out his own little
empire. He was a pretty well bent dude. He was a
homo, with a real thing for guys with big dicks. Uh
penises."
Karen laughed, "Dicks, cocks, don't worry about it."
"Yeah," Richard said, "anyway, he started to experi-
ment, using his buddies and breeding them to the local
peasants, then giving them all sorts of chemicals. I
mean, if some of these people disappeared no one dared
to say anything. So, this doctor kind of struck gold
when my father came along. Then my mother.."
Karen interrupted, "Where does she live?"
"She died in a car wreck a couple of years ago."
"I'm sorry."
"No problem," said Richard. "Uh ... yeah...she said my
father was even more...uh ..endowed than me, and this
doctor had him spend most of his time trying to knock
up the local women."
"Oh wow," was all Karen could think to say.
"Yeah, but my mother wasn't one of those women. Her
father was a gardener for the doctor and he tried to
keep her hidden, as well as he could, from all the
wild stuff going on around that place. But I guess
she couldn't resist seeing a man who had such an
erotic reputation. My mother always insisted that my
father really loved her. Anyway, she ended up pregnant
and my grandfather about went nuts. He shipped mom off
to live with a cousin in America. She wrote letters
back home trying to find out what was happening to my
father. Was he coming to America to live with her, and
such? But my grandfather finally convinced her to stay
here and forget about my father."
"It sounds like there's a movie plot in there some-
where."
Richard laughed, "Yeah, my friend Don, he's the guy
you saw first back there. He probably called you babe
about a thousand times?" Karen nodded. "he and I
actually produce independent films. Maybe we could
make a sort of tragic, fantasy, romance thing. Anyway,
these sex videos we make help with the financing. I
hope Don's all right. I'll have to call him."
By that time they had pulled into Karen's parking
space in front of her apartment complex. Karen picked
up the towel, she couldn't believe there was so much
of Richard's cum in it that she could feel its weight.
She handed it to him. There's a pool around back," she
said, "if you'll hold this in front of you, then
people will think you're going swimming and not
running around in your underwear."
"OK," he grinned. Karen gathered up her things and in
a minute they were in her apartment. Karen got them a
couple of sodas, showed Richard the phone, and went
into her bedroom to pull out Joe's jeans and a tee
shirt.
"Uh....Karen, could you come here a sec.?" called
Richard from her living room.
"Sure," she called back. When Karen walked into the
room, she was shocked to see Mr. Schmidt and his aide
standing there. The aide was holding a pistol casually
by his side.
"Good afternoon," said Schmidt, very proper, his
clothing looking as fresh as it did earlier this morn-
ing.
A dozen confusing thoughts, questions to ask and things
to say ran through Karen's mind, but then something
clicked. "All those questions about what kind car I
drive, you had me tailed, or put some sort of trace on
it." Schmidt didn't deny anything. "But why this? Why
the gun? We probably would have shown up on your door
step in another hour."
Schmidt nodded, "I'm afraid this isn't a movie where
the villain, I suppose I am the villain here, reveals
his motivation and how he intends to carry out his
nefarious plans." He checked his watch and then spread
his hands before him, "But please, be my guest, dazzle
me with your powers of deduction. Tell me what I'm
doing here."
Karen looked at Richard. He was back into his deer in
the headlights mode. Clearly he wasn't going to be of
any help. Karen figured that she had few options to go
with. She could remain passive and hope that she sur-
vived whatever these two assholes had in mind, or she
could try to evade them, fat chance of that, or attack
them. In any case she wanted her special key chain
near at hand. Karen cleared her throat, then moved
casually to her living room sofa and sat. With her arm
on the sofa next to the end table, her hand was only
inches from her key fob baton.
She desperately tried to think of something, anything
to say. "Well, from what Richard said, I think you guys
need him back home pretty bad. I bet your first cash
cow, the Nazi doctor, has been dead a while now. And
you had some sick sex racket going with Richard's daddy
making boys with big dicks so you could sell them in
the Far East, or maybe Rio. Then he dies, and you found
out somehow that Richard was alive and well in the
United States. So now you're going to kidnap him and...
and..."
Schmidt smiled thinly, "And what are we going to do
with you?"
"You're going to take my word that I won't call the
cops?"
"I think not," Schmidt looked at his watch once more
and then looked at his aide as if he were about to
give orders.
"Look," squeaked Karen, "take my car. I mean, I could
set up housekeeping in my trunk. You can use it to get
around in and then you could leave me in there until
you were about to leave the country, then you call my
office and tell them where to find me. That way I get
to live and you get what you want. I'm sure you have
enough influence in Argentina to quash any diplomatic
problems. I mean how hard will the State Department
yell about a porn star with no influence or family."
Schmidt and his aide exchanged looks. Schmidt gave
another of his small shrugs and said "The trunk, not
a bad idea, get her keys."
Karen watched the aide turn toward her. She knew the
inside of that trunk would be the last thing she ever
saw. "Here," she said, putting some relief in her
voice as if a solution to all their problems had been
found. As the aide took a step in her direction, Karen
first extended her right hand with the keys and then
she swung up her left hand and grasp the device firmly.
She lunged and pushed the button. The end of the baton
snapped out and slammed into the aide's ribs.
She would have heard a whoosh of agonizing pain from
the aide, but it was drowned in the ear splitting
explosion from his pistol when his fingers spasmed and
pulled the trigger.
Karen whipped the baton in an arc, keeping her arm at
near full extension and smashed it onto the aide's
wrist as he was trying to bring the pistol to bear.
There was a satisfying crack of bone, and the pistol
fell to the floor. She followed through by smashing
the heel of her hand into his nose, snapping his head
back. The aide staggered back into the path of Schmidt
who making a play for the gun. As the two men tangled,
Karen grabbed the pistol and held it on the two men.
"OK," she said, her voice sounded muffled. The sound
from the pistol shot had done a number on her ears.
"You've broken in here and threatened us with kidnap-
ping at the very least . If you want to see whether
I'll use this thing, just take a step closer." The
aide was busy alternating between trying to ease the
pain of his broken wrist and then his bloody nose.
Schmidt could only sighed and offer his man a starched
white handkerchief.
"Richard...Richard !" Karen had to yell at him.
Richard hadn't moved through the whole thing.
He blinked, "Huh?"
"Pick up that phone and hit number one on the speed
dial. Just say, `Karen needs help'"
In five minutes two of LA's finest, uniformed female
officers, had taken the pistol from Karen, called the
paramedics for the aide and then, just for good
measure, handcuffed everyone in sight. A few minutes
after that police detectives and Karen's Uncle Max
showed up. Karen and Richard were freed from the hand-
cuffs. She told her story to the detectives, most of
the story anyway. Then she told it again to FBI agents
and then again to some people from the immigration
department.
Then some guys in dark suits, along with a guy who
looked like he lived in a dumpster, showed up. They
never spoke to Karen or Richard, but they seemed to
know Max. Cell phones rang. Pagers paged. There were
several whispered conversations. When the guys in
black, and flannel for the dumpster guy, left, they
took Schmidt and his partner, splint on the arm and
taped up nose and all, with them.
At some point Richard had dressed in Joe's jeans and
shirt. Every time Karen glanced at Richard she saw the
two female officers hovering around him like they were
ten years old and he was a puppy they wanted to take
home. Max walked over to Richard, "Son if I were you
I'd count myself fortunate to get out this in one
piece. And if you feel the urge to sue someone or tell
your tale to some tabloid just remember that all of
those feds here today know the number to the IRS."
"No problem sir," he looked at the officers. "Are you
ladies going to take me home? Want to put me back in
cuffs?"
"You're not a suspect, you're free." said one of the
officers as they ginned at each other, and then they
each took one of Richard's arms and headed for the
door.
"Oh," Richard sounded disappointed.
As the door closed, Max turned to his niece, "OK,
before I chew you out for risking your life, tell me
all the stuff you left out."
"Huh, what do you mean?"
"I know you, I could see you holding something back
from across the room."
Karen took a deep breath and told her story one more
time. This time she put in all the details, except for
her little nooner in her office. She was close to Max,
but not that close. She had recounted the big dick
theory as to why Richard was being kidnapped, when
Max's face contorted and his whole body shook. Karen
was worried, "Uncle Max are you all right?"
He burst out laughing, "I'm sorry honey, but that's
the silliest thing I ever heard."
"Well I'm sorry. I know I made it up on the spot, but
it sounded kind of logical. Do you know any different."
"Oh....," he smiled. "I apologize for laughing. Yes,
I think I can put together what'll happen. That last
bunch that came in were from... well never mind, but
I heard enough to think that Richard's father is some
sort of high panjandrum in the Argentine government,
and Schmidt was probably going to blackmail him with
a son that he came by under questionable circumstances."
"And they're not going to be locked up? I mean you
sent Richard out of here as if there would be no trial,
like nothing had ever happened."
"Yeah, my guess is they'll turn Schmidt over. I mean
he'll end up working for the CIA or some such."
Karen just waved her hand in front of her face, "What-
ever," she said in disgust.
Her uncle's face turned grim. "Now about using that
baton on an armed attacker." Karen and her uncle
talked, or maybe argued, for a while longer and then
he left. She realized that she hadn't eaten since that
bagel for breakfast, and decided that a shower, more
than a few drinks and big meal were in order.
When Karen came out of the shower, Joe was standing
there. Karen had to stifle a gasp, she'd had too many
surprises today. "Hey, what are you doing back so
soon?"
"Oh we never got off the ground. There were so many
delays and problems, the powers that be decided just
to wait until tomorrow." Joe turned to the closet.
"Have you seen my jeans?"
Oh oh, thought Karen, he loved those jeans. Karen
dropped the towel she'd had wrapped around her and
walked over to Joe. "If you'll wine me and dine me,
then I'll tell you a hot story about those jeans."
"Oh? said Joe, wrapping one arm around her shoulders
and cupping a breast with the other. "And what would
you like to eat?"
"You know, I've had a craving all day for a big...
uh... steak?"
END
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