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The next suspect on my list was Purdy Purity, Bucks’ head house-keeper. I knew the woman had worked for Bucks for several years. Everyone had described here as attractive but quiet. According to Miss Butkis, Purdy was quite competent. She suggested that Bucks had tried to get Mrs. Purity into his bed, but she had refused all of his overtures. It was apparent I needed to interview the house-keeper. What I had learned from Father Bottomore made me suspect that Purdy was not the pure angel she purported herself to be.
After stopping to pick up a new supply of suckers, I drove to the Bucks’ mansion, hoping to find Mrs. Purity still working there. Knowing that the Bucks’ home would be transferring title to the church, my guess was the staff would continue to work there.
I found the front door open. Being a detective, I never passed up an opportunity to walk in unannounced. There is always a bonus found in a quiet arrival.
Walking into the kitchen, I found Mrs. Purity sitting at a table with a glass in her hand. On the table in front of her was a bottle of very expensive Scotch. When I cleared my throat, the woman looked up and couldn’t hide the shock on her face.
“Detective Balls,” she stammered. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“That’s pretty obvious, Purdy,” I said, declining to call her Mrs. Purity. It’s always important to get the upper hand on someone you’re interviewing. “Do you normally drink in the middle of the day?”
“No, of course not,” she replied, with a little more control in her voice. “The last couple of days have been very disturbing. I was just trying to settle my nerves.” She looked at the bottle and then at me. “Would you like to have a glass with me?”
I must admit… Purdy Purity was a beautiful woman. Having only seen her from across the room in her maid’s uniform, she looked pleasant, but now she was breathtaking. Her eyes were large and brown. I could only imagine how she could control a man with a single look. Her hair was a glossy chestnut brown. At the moment, it was hanging free on her shoulders, not in a bun on top of her head. Her outfit was the typical black and white, but it seemed to fit her exceptionally well. Even a costume so common couldn’t hide her marvelous body.
“I’m certain neither of us is supposed to have a drink during work hours,” I told her as I pulled out a chair to sit. “But I’ve never tasted Balvenie Scotch. And I believe what you have is the fifty year old.”
“Oh, I have no idea,” she answered as she got up to get a glass and some ice. “It’s what Mr. Bucks preferred. He always said that if you could afford to drink the best, you owed it to yourself.”
I couldn’t help but watch Purdy’s ass and instantly understood why Bucks had tried to get her in his bed. Rest assured that if she weren’t a suspect, I’d be trying to get my hands on her. Fuck! What a beautiful ass!
Sitting back down, Purdy pushed the glass over to me. “Please help yourself.”
My mind was thinking of some snarky come back to let her know how hot I thought she was but reminded myself that I was working.
“I’ve interviewed all of the people involved with Mr. Bucks’ death but you,” I said as I poured a healthy measure of the expensive amber liquid. I lifted the crystal glass to my nose and inhaled the heady fumes. Smiling, I said, “I just hoped you would still be working here.”
“We needed to clean up after the party,” she explained. “And Ms. Butkis said I should continue to keep things tidy until the will was read.” She took a tiny sip of her drink and looked at me. “I hope the will reading takes a long time. I’ve always enjoyed this job.”
“Are you aware of what will happen to this property?”
“Not really,” she responded, but her answer didn’t convince me. I can tell when someone is trying to avoid the truth.
“What have you been told?”
“Ms. Butkis suggested that the company might keep it for use in promotional purposes. She thought that Mr. Bucks might have wanted to give it to the church, but she was opposed to that.”
“I find it interesting that Ms. Butkis might have information about what’s in Mr. Bucks’ will,” I said as I swallowed some of that amazing elixir.
“Ima Jean knows everything about Mr. Bucks’ business,” Purdy blurted out.
“So, now it’s Ima Jean and not Ms. Butkis,” I thought. “Maybe Ms. Butkis liked Purdy’s ass as much as I did. I poured some more scotch in Purdy’s glass. “She’s certainly been working with him for a long time. Wasn’t she kinda his right-hand man, or in this case, woman?”
Purdy sipped the liquor. “Oh yes, she’s been with him for twenty years. She knows absolutely everything about his business. Ima Jean’s been all over the world with him and knows all of his top clients and advisors. They even made a trip to Washington DC for a big fundraiser and she met the President.”
There was no question that Purdy was impressed with Ms. Butkis. There might be a little idol worship going on here. I poured more Scotch. This stuff was lethal. It was so smooth that someone who didn’t drink much might be overwhelmed without expecting it. And it might just loosen Purdy’s tongue.
“I’ve been told that Mr. Bucks was a very sexual man. I have evidence that he had sex with any number of women. In fact, I know that he had an ongoing sexual relationship with Ms. Butkis as well as Rosie Cheeks and Heidi Honeypot. I can see that you are a lovely woman, Purdy. Were you one of his many lovers?”
“No!” she almost shouted. “Mr. Bucks was, in many ways, a vile man. He offered me money to have sex with him, but I always refused.”
Her reaction to my question was a little over the top. I sensed a need to pursue this matter.
“I was told that you were concerned about losing your job because you need the money,” I said softly to Purdy. “Did Mr. Bucks threaten to fire you if you didn’t have sex with him?”
“No,” she muttered. “My husband was hurt in an accident two years ago and is still unable to work. Our expenses are greater than my income. It’s been a difficult time.”
I refilled her glass. “I’m sorry to hear that, Purdy. I know that you worked all of Mr. Bucks’ parties. Was that for extra money?”
“Yes,” she said with a bit of a smile. “Mr. Bucks would always pay me in cash when I worked at his parties. I hated his parties, but the money he gave me just made me suck it up and get the job done.”
“What did you hate about them?”
“There were always people at his parties who were naked and using drugs. Sometimes Mr. Bucks brought in strippers from his clubs to entertain. I thought it was all demeaning, but I suppose we all do things we’d rather not because we need to.”
The liquor is working, I thought. She’s just opened another path to explore. “And what did you do, Purdy? What things did you do because you needed the money?”
The house-keeper drained her glass and held it out for a refill. “Mr. Bucks invited me to his bed many times, but I always said no. I was not going to be a prostitute who sells her body for money. No matter how much I needed it, I would not.”
I held my next question until Purdy had another drink. “If you wouldn’t have sex with Mr. Bucks, what would you do for money?”
The liquor was loosening her tongue. “I would not allow Mr. Bucks to touch me,” she insisted, holding up the glass and looking at it. “I thought about it for a long time and finally told him that he could not touch me. That would make me a whore.”
“I’ll just bet that Mr. Bucks had a suggestion to that,” I said with a smile.
“I’m the only one he would allow in his bedroom to clean. He asked me to do my work each day naked. He promised not to touch me and offered me $300 in cash each time.”
“That’s an extra $1,500 a week, Purdy. Did you accept his offer?”
There was no question that the woman was embarrassed. She hung her head and whispered, “Yes, I did. As long as he didn’t touch me, I wouldn’t be a whore.”
“How long did this go on?” I asked.
“Each day he was home for the past year. He wasn’t home every day because he traveled on business. But when he was home, I’d go into his room and undress. When I was naked, I’d make his bed and continue with the cleaning.”
“What did Mr. Bucks do while you were working?”
Purdy looked up at me with those big brown eyes. She wasn’t crying, but I could see the confusion on her face.
“He would sit in his large chair and masturbate,” she told me. “When he was ready for his orgasm, he’d tell me to turn and watch.”
“Did you do what he told you?”
“Yes, I did,” she told me in a small voice.
“What did you think when he shot his load?”
“I wanted to be repulsed, but I wasn’t,” she admitted. “The fact is, it aroused me. The man had the biggest cock I’d ever seen and he shot out an amazing amount of cum.”
“And that excited you?”
“Yes, it did. I would never have admitted that to him. But it was extremely arousing. One day, a few months ago, he asked me to lie back on his couch and masturbate for him. He offered up another two-hundred dollars in cash.”
“Did you do it?”
“After he assured me that he would not touch me, I agreed. That was too much money to pass up and I knew I would be aroused watching him stroke that big hard cock. So, at least twice a week, after the bed was made, I would stretch out on the couch and touch myself until I had an orgasm.”
I’m being truthful here… the idea of watching this woman laying naked on a couch and masturbating made my panties wet. That must have been so erotic!
Pulling my thoughts back together, I asked, “Were there any other jobs that Mr. Bucks assigned that were unusual?”
She thought a minute before speaking. “Several months ago, he asked me to take some refreshments to Father Bottomore, who had a secret viewing room in the master bedroom.”
“Did you know about the secret room?” I asked.
“Not exactly,” Purdy confessed. “There is a door in the hallway off of the kitchen that leads to a stairwell. I’d never been up those stairs, but Mr. Bucks asked me to go up the steps and give refreshments to the man there. It sounded strange, but I did as I was told.”
“And what did you find once you went up the stairs?”
“I found Father Bottomore sitting on a stool looking out of what I thought was a regular mirror in the bedroom. I found that he could see out, but those in the bedroom couldn’t see in.”
“Did you ask the priest why he was there?”
“Yes, I did. It seemed strange to me because there was no one in the bedroom at the time. He told me that it was an arrangement he had with Mr. Bucks in an attempt to save his soul. He said he would watch Mr. Bucks and his partner and then listen to Mr. Bucks’ confession when it was over.”
“Did you see anyone in the room?”
“Not that day, but two days later,” she explained. The liquor had loosened her tongue, and Purdy was just rattling off information that she probably wouldn’t have if she were sober. “Two nights later, I came up the steps with a tray. When I put it down, I could see Mr. Bucks with Miss Honeypot. They were both naked. He had her bent over his chair and was taking her from behind.”
“Did you watch?” I asked.
“How could I not watch?” Purdy answered. “The man was using his magnificent cock on that perfect body of Miss Honeypot. I could hear her groaning and begging for more. I just didn’t know that people could have sex like that.”
“Have you watched him since then?”
I could sense that Purdy was a little thick tongued when she responded. “The next night, I went up the stairs with the Father’s drink. I was very quiet so that anyone in the room wouldn’t hear me. But it seems that the person I surprised was the Priest. When I came around the corner, he had his cock out and was stroking it while he watched Mr. Bucks and Miss Cheeks.”
“Was the good father embarrassed?”
“He was,” she admitted, “But I put my hand over his mouth to keep him quiet and whispered in his ear that I’d like to watch him cum. He seemed a bit startled at my suggestion but continued.”
“And did he eventually reach an orgasm?”
“Yes, he did. He put a napkin out to catch the fluid. I was amazed. He probably had a bigger load than Mr. Bucks’. I’ve never seen my husband cum, but I know he doesn’t make as much as those two men do.”
Playing the job of detective, I asked the always famous question, “What happened next?”
“I went back up the next night to find Mr. Bucks with Miss Honeypot again. Mr. Bucks was sitting on the couch, and Miss Honeypot was riding him. I could see that Mr. Bucks was fingering her ass while she slid up and down on his big pole. I thought it was so hot!”
“Did Father Bottomore masturbate again?”
“Not exactly,” Purdy said with a grin. “I could see he was hard, so I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Father Bottomore didn’t say a word, but he didn’t stop me. I stroked him until he shot his load over the wall in the little room. It was so sexy to watch and to know that I’d made him cum like that. I had some of his fluid on my hand, and without thinking, I licked it off.”
“Had you ever tasted cum before?” I asked.
“No. Never.”
“And you liked it?” I guessed.
“Oh, god, yes,” she replied. “It was such a freeing experience. I had brought a man to orgasm with my hand and tasted his jizz. But I still hadn’t let him touch me, so I wasn’t a whore.”
The topic had me aroused. My own panties were now sopping wet. I could just see this beautiful young woman stroking the Priest’s member. “Have you told anyone about what you did?”
“I guess you could say that I went to confession the next day,” Purdy told me. “When Ima Jean came to the house the next day, I told her what had happened.”
“Was she shocked at your behavior?”
“Not at all,” Purdy told me. “She said that I was a grown woman and it was time I experienced some other things in life. She said I had lived more like a nun than a real woman and needed to experience all that life had to offer, especially in the sex department. In fact, we sat down and she told me about some of her exploits with Mr. Bucks. She told me about many things I’d never done or thought about.”
“So then, she encouraged you to keep playing with Father Bottomore?”
“She suggested that I should go home and play with my husband,” Purdy admitted. “But I couldn’t do that. How could I go home and tell my husband that I had learned new sexual things. He would be furious with me.”
“I guess I can see that,” I told her. “Did you see Father Bottomore again?”
“A few more times,” she admitted.
“When I interviewed Father Bottomore, he told me that the night Mr. Bucks fell off the balcony, you had come into his room to see him.”
“That’s true,” Purdy replied.
“He told me that he didn’t see anything because you lured him down the stairs to give him oral sex. Is that true?”
The Scotch had done the trick. Purdy was unable to even consider lying. “I did do that. I had talked with Ima Jean. She suggested that a blow job was the thing I needed to do next. She even suggested that I do it that night after I got the Priest to come down the stairs. Ms. Butkis said that he would probably make a lot of noise and I should lure him away from Bucks’ bedroom.”
The textbook for Detective 101 says always let the person of interest spew out all of the information you want. Let them spill their guts and then sort everything out.
“Miss Butkis told you this before she left to go home around 7:00?”
“Oh, it was later than that,” Purdy said, waving her hand. “She gave me her credit card and said I should blow the Priest, enjoy it and then go down to the pizza place and get a couple of pies to bring back to celebrate being a complete woman. She said she’d celebrate with me, but when I returned, this place was a madhouse. Some of the partygoers had discovered Mr. Bucks dead on the lawn and called the Police. People were screaming and trying to get dressed. I was so frightened that I tried to run away, but the police caught me.”
“She paid for your pizza?” I asked, more than a little surprised at the information. Purdy had just blown Miss Butkis’ alibi. Holy fuck!
Opening up her purse, Purdy said, “Yeah, see… I still have her credit card and a receipt for the pizza.”
So, the Priest was telling the truth. He didn’t see anyone on the balcony with Bucks. But Ms. Butkis wasn’t at home like she had said. That made Butkis a prime suspect.
Looking back at Purdy, I asked, “One woman to another. Did you enjoy getting the Priest off with your mouth?”
“I thought it was amazing,” she answered with a grin. “And he made so much noise. Ima Jean was right about that. He got so excited he tore the pocket off of my uniform when he climaxed. I can’t wait to do it again. She promised to give me more lessons once I go to work for her.”
For once, I was wishing I was a man. Here I was with a beautiful young woman who was begging for a cock to suck. I considered offering a female substitute but decided wisely to bite my tongue. And suddenly, Purdy’s final statement hit me like a ton of bricks. “Go to work for her?”
“Wait a minute,” I said. “Did Ms. Butkis offer you a job with her company?”
“Oh yeah,” Purdy admitted, her eyes glittering. “She said it was a disgrace that I had to work in a place like this where I was taking sexual harassment every minute. Ms. Butkis said I would be an executive assistant in her company working with her and she’d pay me $100,000 a year.”
Now my head was spinning. What happened was clear in my mind. Sweet Purdy Purity was used and didn’t even know it. While Purdy was giving the priest the gift of a lifetime, Butkis was taking care of her own future.
Standing up, I thanked Mrs. Purity for talking with me and being so honest about what happened the night her boss tried to fly. I suggested that she might want to take a little nap before continuing her duties.
As I walked down the front steps of the mansion, it was clear to me that Purdy had been used as a pawn by a brilliant woman to reach the ends she wanted. Butkis had made sure that the ordinary observer was not at his station. Then she could go to Bucks’ bedroom under the guise of supplying his nightly spanking. Did she move him to the balcony and then push him over? Did she know then that Bucks was going to dismiss her? She stood to take over the operation of the entire corporation and make millions of dollars for herself. For once, she would be making the decisions.
Detective 101 also tells you that the primary reasons for murder are love and money. In the case of Ima Jean Butkis, it was a little of both.
Now Father Bottomore would get his prize. The mansion would be his to manage for the remainder of his days. While he lived in luxury, he’d likely keep the lovely young Purdy Purity around as the head house-keeper. If this was to be his Garden of Eden, Purdy would be his apple.
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