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Deaf Becomes Her
By Susan Brown
It was dark and wet.
I knew it was dark because I had my eyes open and I couldn't see a thing. I knew
it was wet because the rain was pouring down like it was time for Noah to get
out the inflatable.
I was in the back garden of a Mr. Roland Deaf's residence.
He was a quiet man with no unusual habits. My job was to watch his every move
and report back to his fianc?e, a Miss Trixie Havalot any unusual, kinky or
downright weird things that he might get up to. She was rich, so rich that she
could buy half of Texas with the small change from one of her many Swiss
numbered accounts. She had to be careful who she was marrying, divorce ain't
cheap.
You may wonder who I am to crouch in a dark back garden wearing a somewhat tatty
raincoat, looking like a weird flasher waiting to pounce.
My name is Max, Max Fork and I'm a private dick. God knows why she chose me to
do job. She could have paid big bucks to one of the large flashy New York
agencies for round the clock surveillance, but she chose little me. I was on
$1000 a day for this and as far as I was concerned, this was the gravy boat I'd
been waiting for since I started my agency 2 years ago.
Suddenly the light went on in the upstairs window and there he was staring out
into the night. He was a tall thin man with longish mousy hair and the vacant
expression of someone with something on his mind.
Suddenly he turned round and went out of the room, turning off the light as he
did so.
I pushed my way through some bushes and managed to get to the front of the house
in time to see Deaf get into his car and drive off at some speed down the road.
I ran to my car, started it on third attempt and with screeching tires pursued
the rapidly dwindling car down the wet and dark road.
My wipers were working overtime to clear the water as I peered through the
gloom. The faint red lights of the car in front seemed to flicker in the poor
light. Luckily just then the rain stopped just like someone had turned off a
faucet. I nearly lost him as he suddenly turned the corner onto Main Street.
I slowed down as I came to the corner. It was a good job that I did as Deaf had
parked his car illegally by a fire hydrant and was just going into a neon
lighted sleazy clip joint. I knew it was sleazy because the broads standing
outside were definitely not part of a Girl Scout group out on a jamboree. The
only knots they were going to get involved in were those used in bondage, not
that I knew anything about that, of course.
I parked my car around the corner and walked into the club. As I went in, Barry
White's deep voice was singing something about, "You're my first, my last, my
everything."
I paid the bad breath, BO impregnated creep behind the wire meshed kiosk the
$50 dollars entry fee, which evidently included 1 free warm beer with bits
floating in it and went down the narrow stairs, which hadn't been cleaned since
Hoover was a boy.
At the bottom of the stairs I nearly tripped over a drunken bum lying on the
floor, obviously in a state of inebriation well past that of seeing pink
elephants.
Stepping over the twitching comatose body I went into the bar.
It was gloomy in there but not gloomy enough. I could see that the walls were
peeling, the ceiling had holes in places and the carpet, which might originally
have been red or brown, who knows, was now a tasteful shade of beer and vomit
with a sprinkling of dried blood. In short this was some classy joint.
I peered around the smoke filled interior to see where Deaf had got to. There
were about 20 people either sitting at various tables or propped up against the
bar. At one end of the room there was a small stage with torn red velvet
curtains. I walked over to the bar and spoke to the bartender, who was busy
spitting into a glass and cleaning it.
"Say, have you seen a tall mousy haired guy come in the last few minutes,"
"Nope."
"Are you sure? He just came in before me."
"Nope."
I flashed a five-dollar bill in front of his bloodshot eyes.
"Does this help refresh you're memory?"
"Nope."
"Does Monday follow Tuesday?"
"Nope."
I gave up in disgust and asked for a bottle of beer. For some reason I didn't
fancy a glass, so after finding a table in the corner, I drank the lukewarm,
flat brown cloudy stuff straight from the bottle.
I looked around to see if Deaf had appeared but no, the place was full of men in
dirty raincoats, a bit like mine funnily enough, but no Deaf.
It was my guess that in a dump like this there wouldn't be a fire exit so I kept
my eyes peeled to see when my man came out of the john or where ever the hell he
was.
Suddenly there was a loud drum roll, which came from behind the curtain.
A man in a dirty white suit, with a beer gut spilling over his waistband like it
was trying to get away, came out and leered at the audience.
"Gentlemen and now for the act you've been waiting for, straight from appearing
at Las Vegas with Frank Sinatra, I give you Soneeta!"
He went off stage with a flourish and the curtains squealed back and there in a
sequined sheath of a dress stood the most stunning and gorgeous looking girl I
had seen in all my life. I forgot about Deaf, I forgot about the job, I forgot
what day of the week it was and if asked I probably couldn't tell you my name.
She started stripping and flimsy bits of clothes were dispensed with as she
threw them around the room to the sounds of that immortal ballad "The Stripper."
Those in the crowd, who weren't busy breathing heavily and doing things under
the table, shouted and screamed encouragement as she gradually stripped down
until there was nearly nothing left to take off.
She turned her back as she took her pants and bra off, teasing and tantalizing
her slobbering audience. Suddenly there was a drum roll and she turned round to
screams, shouts and clapping and then my jaw dropped two feet at the site of the
flat chest and extra bit that shouldn't have been between the legs of Soneeta.
I looked the face and saw with horror that through the heavy make up and six-
inch eyelashes was none other than the face of Roland Deaf! The curtain fell and
the audience went into a stupor. No doubt worn out from the excitement of it
all.
I knew that I had to tell Miss Havalot about her crossdressing fianc?e but
bearing in mind the $1000 dollars a day, I thought that I might leave it a few
weeks. In the meantime as I drank the last dregs of my cloudy bear I marveled at
what I had seen and how the hell was I going to tell Miss Havalot about how Deaf
becomes her.
THE END
Susan Brown
Copyright 1999 by the author.
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