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If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: the-pe.txt (mfff,voy) Authors name: Hetheranne (address withheld) Story Title : The Private Eye and the Public Dick ======================================================== Copyright notice: This work is copyrighted to the author All rights reserved (c) 1998 - Authorization was give to post this story to my archive and for re-posts to appro- priate newsgroups. =============== Kristen's collection ================= The Private Eye and the Public Dick by Heatheranne Karen Stark awoke at the sound of her boyfriend, Joe, gargling in the bathroom. He'd been up for the better part of an early morning hour while she slept to the sounds of his preparations for leaving. They had been seeing each other for nearly a year. A mutual friend had brought them together because, as she had said, "You both have such exciting careers." Joe was an airline pilot and Karen was a private investigator. At least, Karen thought, her friend had been half right. While his job was mostly tedious attention to detail, from time to time there were moments where a cool hand and steady nerves saved the day. Her job, despite its seeming glamour, was just plain tedious. She spent most of her work time gathering facts for, and making reports to, insurance agencies. She spent her days with reports saying: yes this guy is really hurting, or no you better watch that doctor he has so many patients he could use a revolving door. Like most couples their jobs weren't the only things that kept them together. They liked the same food, movies, hobbies etc. And the sex, the sex was great. They only had one disagreement in the bedroom. He liked it in the morning and she just couldn't get in the mood for regular sex that early. They compromised. The morning sex became a sort of parting gift to Joe before he left on his days away in the wild blue yonder. The door to the bathroom opened and Joe came toward the bed, a fully erect cock leading the way. Karen yawned and stretched languidly as she rolled onto her back. She pulled the sheet away exposing a pair of generous breasts to Joe's gaze. "You seem to have been up for a while, "she said with a smile, fully intending the pun. Joe strode quickly to the bed. Grinning widely, he hopped on the bed and threw one leg over Karen so that his knees were on either side of her waist. "I always wear a hard on around you, babe," he said as he leaned forward until his cock nestled into her cleavage. Then he cupped his hands around the sides of her breasts and pulled them together to cover his cock. As he began to swing his hips back and forth Joe growled, "Yeah, there's nothing like a good titty fuck in the morning." Karen knew that this fake macho bluster was supposed to make her laugh and even though she tried to stifle herself she let out a giggle. "You think this is funny?" he said in mock outrage. "It won't be so funny when I drown your tits in cum." Now she really laughed out loud. He always knew how to put her in a good mood. As Joe partially pulled his cock out of the warm tunnel between her breasts Karen reached up and grabbed it. "Hmmm..." she said, "maybe I ought to save my poor breasts from the flood." And with that she pulled on his manhood until she was able to slip her lips around its head. As she began to suck on the silky smooth knob Karen also jacked her fingers along the engorged shaft. "Oh shit, yes.....uhhhh." he gasped out. Joe hadn't expected this. In less than a minute it felt like the cum was going to boil out of his cock. "Uhhhh....I'm cuuuuming Karen," he managed to get out just before the first burst of cum erupted out of his swollen cock head. Karen continued to hold onto his pistoning cock as she swirled her lips and tongue around his now super sen- sitive cock. For long seconds Joe couldn't even breathe as the sensations coursed through his body. Finally Karen released her hold and Joe was able to stagger off the bed and begin to dress. As he went through the routine of putting on his clothes Joe kept up a running patter of how much he loved her and how great they were together. But when he turned to the bed, Joe could see that she had turned on her side, curled into a little ball and returned to sleep. Joe smiled and tenderly kissed her on the forehead and quietly slipped out of the apart- ment. An hour later Karen awoke to the electronic bleating from her radio-alarm clock. She stretched and inhaled the warm and sexy mixed scents of Joe's soap, shampoo and after shave. It was a nice way to begin the day. She performed her morning routine with one ear tuned to the most popular early morning radio feature in Los Angeles, the morning traffic report. In an hour she was out the door, coffee and a bagel in hand, wearing what she thought of as her serious business suit. It consisted of navy slacks and light weight blazer with a white on white embroidered sleeveless shirt. Her shoulder length auburn hair was held off her face with a navy clasp. Today she was to interview a prospective client, named Schmidt, at his hotel room. That was a little unusual, but as her Uncle Max had said, when he gave her the assignment, "If he's got the money honey, then you've got the time." *** When Karen was a growing girl, Max was a mysterious man who always brought her presents and told her how pretty she was. He was in the military and would appear and disappear from her life at odd intervals. Karen was told by her parents to never pester her uncle about where he had been or what his job was, although some- times they let slip the words top secret and black operation. Then one day he announced his retirement and his intention to open an office for private inves- tigations in L.A.. Karen, who was in high school by then, began working for him after school and during summer breaks. She would answer the phone, do the filing and mailing and be the general go-for gal. She never thought that this little part time job would amount to anything. Like just about every other female in LA she had grown up dreaming about becoming a movie star. From the time she had begun junior high, Karen had been told she was pretty enough for the movies. The boys were quick to let her know that they appreciated her ample breasts and shapely legs. She even took acting classes, but she soon realized that her teachers could only refine a talent that already existed and she really didn't have much for them to work with. Her uncle's business expanded through her college years and her responsibilities grew along with it. Karen learned to do covert surveillance, how to trace people and any number of other techniques and tricks of the trade. It had seemed only natural to join her uncle full time after graduation. *** By ten o'clock she had pulled into the parking garage of the Hollywood Blue Moon Hotel. She made her way to the front desk and asked for Mr. Schmidt's room. The desk clerk announced her and called for a bell hop to take her to Mr. Schmidt's suite. The bell hop turned out to be a young blonde thing who wore her uniform pants and top a bit on the tight side. On their way up in the elevator Karen said, "I bet a lot of the men who you show to their rooms invite you to stay." The young woman turned and looked Karen over. She wet her lips and said, "And a few of the women too." "Oh really?" said Karen, her voice higher than she would have liked. "I'm just here on business." The door to the elevator opened and the two women stepped into the hallway. The young blond gestured to a door and said, "Here you are." As she turned and walked past Karen the blonde's hand seemed to acciden- tally brushed Karen's firm ass. "You'll have to stay the night with us sometime," she said with a seductive smile as she reentered the elevator. Karen took a deep breath. She had to get mind back to business. She was about to enter the hotel room of a stranger. Karen took her car keys from her purse. The key fob looked liked a large cylindrical, multicolored arty thing that women liked to carry. Actually it was a gift from her uncle. If she pushed, hard, on a reces- sed button, a metal baton would telescope outward. Her uncle had made her practice until she could whip out the weapon and break an inch thick pine board in one smooth move. Karen removed her credentials from her purse and holding them so that her ID was visible through the peephole, she pressed the room's buzzer. In a few seconds the door was opened by a man who looked to be in his middle thirties. Swinging the door back he ushered her in saying, "Please come in Ms Stark." She followed him down a short hallway into the suite's common room. Most of the room was a tastefully dec- orated casual area. In a corner, a space was set up for business with phone, fax machine and a copier sitting on a huge desk. Seated at the desk was an elderly man speaking softly on the phone. The first gentleman saw to it that Karen was comfor- table in an overstuffed chair. She refused an offer of food and drink, her bagel had been quite enough, thank you. Shortly thereafter the elderly gentleman, who turned out to be Schmidt, her appointment, stood, put on a suit coat and approached her. The first man introduced them as if he had known Karen for years and then faded to a far corner of the room. Mr. Schmidt took Karen's hand and bent over it. "How do you do my dear," he said with a sort of clipped Spanish accent. Karen smiled and there followed the usual chit-chat about the weather and the traffic and just exactly what kind of car did she drive to get around in such a huge city, etc. etc.. After Karen again refused an offer to add inches to her waist line, Schmidt shook his head, smiled and said, "You North Americans are always so eager to discuss business. Very well, the reason I am here is to find my son. I freely admit that about twenty three or so years ago I had a bit of an affair with a much younger woman in Argentina. Her father didn't approve of the match and sent her away to live in the United States. It wasn't until her father died, years later, that I discovered she had been pregnant with my child before she left." For several minutes Karen asked the obvious questions that might help her find Schmidt's son. It seemed that all he knew was that the man in question would be in his mid twenties, probably with blond hair and blue eyes. Karen wondered how he could be so sure of that since the son's mother was a dark Latin type, but that was nothing next to the massive lack of information with which she was apparently expected to work. She was about to protest that they had better chance of finding particular grain of sand in the Sahara, when Schmidt said in an offhand manner, "I also learned that the boy was trying to find a place for himself in the film industry using the name Richard." "Richard?" Karen asked, eyebrows raised in question. "I can't believe that with all of the fine actors named Richard, he is trying the conceit of being known by one name." "Yes, well...frankly Mr. Schmidt you haven't given me much to work with, but I'll certainly do my best." "That is all I can ask my dear." After the formalities of billing and payment, Karen was out the door. She met Schmidt's aide as she walked down the hall to the elevator. They smiled in passing and a few minutes later Karen was in her car on the way to her office. It was almost noon when she sat down to her desk. Most people would be surprised at how much paperwork existed in this business, most clients insisted on complete documentation for their money. Karen opened a new file in her computer for Mr. Schmidt. She really had only one lead, the name Richard and the fact that he might be an actor. Karen clicked on the office Internet server, it boasted an incredibly fast fiber optic connection, and in a minute she was logged onto their account with a firm that provided background for virtually anyone who worked in the film industry. This site boasted that it listed details for everyone, from the biggest names in pictures on down to people who might work once a year as an extra. She brought up the search form and filled in the few details she had. Her first search returned a couple of thousand Richards, Ricks and Riches. She revised the search and brought it down to a couple of hundred blonde haired, blue eyed Richards. She sighed, if Schmidt was wrong about this last name business then she was in for a long and fruitless afternoon. On a hunch, she clicked until she reached the bottom of the list, where someone without a last name might be, and there she found him, a blonde and blue known only as Richard. Now she had a choice of reading a resume about her man or looking at a scene featuring his cinematic talents. Karen opted for the scene. Might as well see if there's any resemblance to Schmidt, she thought. After clicking on the play button, Karen was finally rewarded with close up of her find. The screen filled with the full face of a young man who looked to be in his mid to late twenties. Yes, there were the blue eyes, nice ones she thought. And he certainly had a full head of blonde hair, parted in the middle and swept back, with loose sexy locks falling over his forehead. He smiled, forming dimples in his cheeks and revealing even white teeth. Hmmm... Karen thought, he doesn't closely resemble Schmidt, but from her personal point of view, he's not bad. The camera pulled back to show Richard wearing a tight tee shirt tucked into baggy tan shorts. He was carrying a pole and net for cleaning swimming pools. Then the camera panned to show two women lounging on deck chairs next to the pool where Richard was working. They were sipping on sodas and discussing their woeful lack of a love life. Both of the women were in bikinis. One of them had brittle looking blonde hair, the other was a softer looking brunette. The blonde had a nice, if thin face and a real Barbie doll figure, slim legs and hips plus a waist that practically wasn't there. But she made up for her lack of body weight by having an obviously man made bust that practically overwhelmed her bikini top. The brunette, Karen thought, was much prettier. She had a fuller face and figure. And while her breasts probably weren't entirely her own either, at least they look natural. She must be a runner, Karen could see well defined muscles in her thighs when she moved. The blonde smiled to her friend and called out to Richard. Would he mind terribly rubbing some suntan lotion on her back? She arranged her chair so that it flattened out and then she laid face down, unty- ing the string on her bikini top. Karen smiled, was this going to be some sort of tits and ass movie? She'd seen a few porn videos and this clip certainly didn't look like a cheap video produc- tion. Back on the screen, Richard put a generous glob of lotion on his hands as he straddled the deck chair and began to rub the liquid into the blonde's back and shoulders. His hands moved down until they were brushing her generous breasts that bulged on either side of her slim torso. "Mmmmm...lower," moaned the blonde. Richard wasted no time in sliding his fingers under her bikini bottom and kneading the blonde's slim, yet firm, ass cheeks. After squirting more lotion on his hands, Richard applied it to her long tapering legs. With each pass his hands moved higher on her inner thighs. The blonde reacted by spreading her legs to give him easier access to where she evidently wanted those hands all along. Karen stared in rapt attention to her computer screen. Not much doubt as to the rating for this movie. The point of view changed from the blonde's passion con- torted face to Richard's fingers as they pulled aside the crotch of her bikini bottom and then flicked back and forth across her clit. Karen felt a sympathetic twinge in her own pussy when the blonde suddenly squealed and came as her hips beat against the deck chair. Karen figured that would be the end but the clip ran on as the blonde turned over, sat up and began to pull at Richard's shirt. He grinned down at her and pulled off his tee shirt to reveal a well muscled torso. Not the heavy muscles of a body builder, Karen thought, but closer to the sort of physique that she really liked, more like a swimmer or gymnast. Then she unzip- ped Richard's baggy, long legged shorts and began to pull and pull and pull out what Karen thought must be some sort of rubber dildo. She peered at the screen. That couldn't possibly be a real penis. It had to be some trick of perspective or just a fake. The blonde ran her hands over Richard's cock as if it were some kind of pet. She kissed and licked on the head while her hands stroked, rubbed and petted the shaft. Karen watched as his cock ballooned, for lack of a better word, into the biggest hard on she'd ever seen. Karen couldn't take her eyes off it. Most long cocks were just that, a longer shaft and not much else. But the base of Richard's cock seemed to fill his crotch and then the shaft tapered slightly up to the head that must be the size of a door knob. The blonde pulled Richard's cock until it was level with her mouth. There's no way she's going to get that thing in her mouth, thought Karen. But she did, just barely. She could do little more than sort of swivel her head back and forth on his cock head as she con- tinued to use both hands on the immense shaft. She was certainly having an effect on Richard. His eyes were half closed, lost in a world of sexual stimulation. And the brunette wasn't exactly taking a nap. Her eyes were locked on the couple next to her. She was cares- sing her breasts through her bikini top while one hand eased down her stomach, apparently in anticipation of giving herself some jollies. Karen suddenly realized that the brunette had a great idea. She jumped up and went to her office door. She checked the outer office. Since it was lunch time, there was no one moving about. Karen softly closed and locked her door. With a little thrill, she practically ran back to her desk. She knew she shouldn't, but she quickly unzipped and pulled down her pants and panties. Back on the screen the blonde reclined on the chair, spreading her legs and pulling Richard to her by his hips. Karen licked a finger and began to lightly pet her pussy lips. She hoped that blonde had a lot of lubricant or she'd never get that monster cock in there. As Richard brought his cock toward the blonde, the question of lubrication was solved. Karen was amazed once more as she saw the precum flowing from his cock head like a leaky faucet. Richard painted the blonde's pussy lips with the clear liquid from his oversized penis and rubbed her clit until the blonde was moaning and begging Richard to fill her. When her moans were about to turn to screams, he finally gave the woman what she yearned for. He nudged the huge head into her eager pussy and then withdrew it. He increased his stroke until a few inches of that overwhelming cock were packing her pussy when the blonde screamed out another orgasm. Karen was fingering her own clit at a terrific rate. God what a cock, she thought, just imagine that thing filling her and bring her to cum after cum. With a whack as it slapped back against his stomach, Richard withdrew his cock from the blonde's freshly fucked pussy. He was far from finished though. The brunette had thrown off her bikini and was on her knees, waving her firm butt at Richard. Richard moved quickly to position himself. There was an intent look on his face as he went through the routine of coating her pussy lips with his slick precum and then he slowly pushed his way into the brunette. A series of expressions ran across the dark haired woman's face. A look of surprise turned to one of amazement and then animal passion as she and Richard established a mutual rhythm. Karen was totally caught up in the action on the screen. Unconsciously she was strumming her clit in time with the rhythm of the couple in front of her. The camera cut to Richard's face. His handsome face had the look of great sexual tension that borders on pain. He began to whisper in a sort of strained chant, "I'm gonna cum...I gonnna cuuuuum." The camera cut to a two shot of Richard and the brunette and then went into slow motion. Richard heaved his hips back, withdrawing his huge cock from his partner. He stretched out his arm and grabbed his cock head and began to stroke it in a sort of cork- screwing motion. The first blast of cum arched through the air and landed in the brunette's hair as she was trying to turn to face Richard. The next stream of his milky white liquid splashed against her shoulder. And the next sort of whipped across her chest above her tits. Then the brunette was holding her tits up like some sort of fleshy receptacle, and Richard looked as if he been waiting to relieve himself for hours. Blast after blast of cum hit the girls breasts, until they were covered. As Karen watched the spectacle of Richard going off like a fountain, she fingered herself faster and faster. "Oh my gosh, just look at that, she whispered, "all that cum and that huge cock... ." She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud as the burning heaviness in her loins went over the edge and the first wave of her orgasm hit. For what seemed like minutes orgasmic surges emerged from her clit and charged through her body. Oh my god, thought Karen. She didn't masturbate very often, and when she did it was never like this, never. She grabbed some tissues from a drawer in her desk and cleaned her too sensitive pussy lips. Then she wrapped those tissues in more tissues and after tucking her shirt neatly into her pants, she quickly made her way to the little office restroom. There she flushed away the evidence of her self pleasing nooner and faced herself in the mirror. That was kind of silly, Karen, she thought to herself. What if her uncle had decided he needed something from her office and had unlocked the door? She grinned at her reflection, maybe the fear of detection added some spice to her little fun. Karen made her way back to her office. She was hor- rified to see Richard, erection and all, grinning from her computer screen. She practically sprained a finger clicking her mouse to get back to a screen with more information on Richard and a less incriminating picture. Karen took a deep breath , she had to pull herself together. She focused on the fact filled page on her screen. She wanted to get hold of Richard, in the sense of talking to him of course, as soon as possible. After all, this wasn't Sherlock Holmes stuff. Schmidt might call her any minute, telling her that he had made a few calls and found Richard on his own. The Internet site offered to connect her with Richard, but Karen looked on for a more direct method. Wasn't there something at the beginning of that clip? She clicked back to the start and there was a little copyright blurb for ABC&Z Productions. A quick peek at another site told her their phone number. She recog- nized it as a cell phone number. She called the number, there was a male voice on the other end, "ABC and Z productions," he intoned. "Hello, I need to speak to Richard, please." "Well, he's busy right now. Can I help you, or take a message? Did you want an interview?" "Uhhh....," Karen was thinking, "An interview? That would be today?" "Sure, you know where the Valley View motel is on high- way 56?" "I'm sure I can find it." "Come on out, its room fourteen." "OK, my name is Karen, see you in a little while." "Sure babe, " the phone disconnected. "Sure babe?" Karen murmured as she put down the phone. This ought to be fun. It took Karen nearly an hour to get to the motel. It was one of those places built in the fifties, passed by when the interstates came along and then flourished again when the city limits captured it in the seventies. The ugly building had been through so many make overs, it was practically an archeological site. Karen couldn't park anywhere near room fourteen, so she settled for a spot at the end of the long row of rooms. She took a moment to check her makeup and hair. When she got out of the car she removed her jacket. Then she undid the top three buttons of her shirt and then made sure it was tightly tucked in her pants. Karen wasn't exactly sure what one wore to an interview for a porn movie, but she knew that she had a great figure and it couldn't hurt to show some cleavage and curves. Karen knocked on the door to room fourteen. A few seconds later the door opened a few inches and a man's head peeked around its edge. He was wearing huge dark glasses and a baseball cap pulled low over his forehead. "Hi babe," he said, turning away and throwing open the door. "Come on in." Karen followed him in. Thank goodness, she thought, this "babe" character wasn't Richard. His flabby butt showed her that much. "Have a seat...uh...please," the "babe" died on his lips when he saw the look on Karen's face. "I'll be right with you." Karen looked around the room. The guy took a seat at a small, cheap motel type table. Across from him was a well endowed young woman in cut off jeans and a tube top. Karen thought she had a natural beauty, but it was partially buried by some really bad make up. The man said, "Now Susan, you go on in the next room, Richard and our camera man, Bruce, will interview you." There was an odd emphasis on the word interview. As the young woman disappeared through the door to the adjoining room, Karen looked at the two other women. They were apparently awaiting their own interviews by lounging on a king-sized bed. One looked like a hooker right down to the short shorts and fishnet stockings. The other was dressed in a cheer leading outfit. She even smiled and shook her pom pom at Karen when she caught her eye. From the guy in the room Karen heard, "OK ba'...uh, Karen is it?" She nodded. "Why don't you sit over here." He gestured to the chair by the table. Karen sat. "Now I'll have to see some form of identification to verify your age." And then I'll have to wait for these two bimbos before I get a turn , Karen thought. Maybe I can speed things up. She rummaged in her purse until she was able to produce her driver's license, with a fifty dollar bill folded next to it. She held out the license with the bill hidden from view from the other two women. "I hope my appointment won't be late." "Oh no," said the guy, making the money disappear into his palm. In fact, if you want to observe Susan's interview, he said with a leer, just go on in. Tell Bruce and Richard that you're just looking." Karen hoped her face wasn't too red as she walked across the room. She was `just looking' back in her own office. Karen opened the connecting door and entered a room that was a duplicate of the one she'd just left. A large man, she assumed it was Bruce, had a professional looking video camera on his shoulder. A couple of lights sprouted from its sides like eyes on stalks. The young woman, Susan, was on the bed. She was leaning back, resting her weight on one arm, thrusting out her ample chest, trying to look sexy. Karen had to admit, the lights washed out the effect of some of that make up, she actually looked better. Past the lights, almost lost behind their glare, sat Richard. He was slouched in a chair not far from the room's outer door. He was gave her a hello by waving his fingers at her. Karen nodded back. Bruce and Susan ignored her. Bruce was asking her a series of ques- tions, evidently trying to put her at ease in front of the camera. 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 ______________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 8 - Text 8358