peeping tom gets more than an eyefull
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Chapter 1
I'm Mike Taylor and I was watching an apartment complex. That’s what I was being paid to do, I’m a private investigator. My mission was to record the coming and going of a man whose estranged wife believed he was up to no good. I had been watching the apartments off and on for two weeks and had come to know who belonged and who didn’t. Up to this point the subject of my surveillance came home from work, went in to his apartment and stayed there until he left for work the following morning. From what I could tell he was behaving himself. In fact he was boring as hell.
The woman in the apartment above him was a hot to trot blonde and she was rowdy enough for several people, but no one was paying me to keep up with Blondie which I considered a shame.
I had noticed that the apartment at the far end of the two story strip was occupied by a large impressive black man. I also noticed that the big black man didn’t lack company and like the blonde he seemed to be a social creature. Both the blonde and the black were active, but my subject was about as active as a turnip.
I had reported to my client that there didn’t appear to be any hanky-panky, but she insisted that I continue on. She was paying so I was staying. I also was hoping that I didn’t die from shear boredom.
I knew from watching the apartment that the trash collectors would be coming early the next morning so I made plans to come back during the night and collect my clients husband's trash. I recognize that it’s not very noble, but as a rule it’s very educational. People have this stupid mind set that if they wad it up and toss it, that it’s gone for good. Nothing could be further from the truth. Never, never throw anything away that you don’t want the world to know. If it has your name or any identifying numbers, such as account numbers, credit card numbers, bank records, best shred or otherwise destroy it before you toss it
I arrived back at the apartments about three in the morning. My thinking was that everybody should be in bed by that time. I was right about that. The neighborhood was as quite as a tomb, but I had made one slight miscalculation....none of the trash containers were marked. I didn’t know which belonged to the subject of my investigation. Like a good scout I was prepared so I bagged all the trash from each of the six large cans.
There were eight apartments, but two were empty, so I had six large trash bags to search.
I decided to wait until later in the morning, at a civilized hour, to check the trash bags. I took a shower and went to bed. I remember smiling as I drifted off to sleep, wondering what the city trash collector would think when they came to eight empty containers.
I got up at the crack of noon and was soon hard at work on the trash bags. I quickly identified the first three by mail that had been carelessly thrown away. The forth container was not from my subjects apartment, but it was, by far, the most interesting. There were two large photo albums and nine video tapes cassettes. A quick examination of the photo albums aroused my interest. The big black man and apparently some of his black male friends, were photographed in all types of action shots with white women. There was a wide variety of action, twosomes, threesomes and group shots. All were of black men and white women. This type activity is one of my things and I have long recognized that I am a voyeur. I guess all investigators and photographers are voyeurs if they’ll admit it. I lay the photos and tapes aside and continued what proved to be a fruitless search of the rest of the trash. My subject had thrown nothing incriminating away, but I wasn’t too surprised. I had a suspicion that the poor man was just trying to get away from the woman he had married.
Chapter 2
It was Saturday so I decided to go and watch the apartments for a while. My subject was off on weekends so I reasoned that if he was going to do anything it would be today.
Just as I parked my car I saw the big black man come running down the sidewalk from his apartment. He ran to the trash contained and threw off the lid. Empty was not what he apparently wanted to see because he pick up the container and slammed it back to the sidewalk.
I could hear him cussing as he slammed the trash container down again and again. A young black woman came running up to him apparently trying to calm him. He picked her up and slammed her down just like he did the trash container.
Unhurt, she bounced to her feet and attacked him. I got out of the car, not to intervene, but to hear what they were saying. I not a coward, but when I said this man was big I mean really big.
“You stupid cunt bitch!” He shouted, slapping her. “You threw away a million bucks and a lot of fine pussy. I’ll kill you, you bitch!”
“You don’t need ‘dem white bitches,” The small woman cried, hitting him on the chest with ridiculously small fists. “You got me!”
“I ain’t got shit ‘cause you’re dead, you stupid bitch.” He had her lifted by the neck and had drawn back a meaty fist.
Coward that I am, I couldn’t just stand and watch so I started across the street to stop what I believed was going to be a murder . Just as I pulled my trusty gun out of its holster I saw the police car pull up.
The big man saw the cops about the same time I did and he threw the woman at them. She literarily flew through the air like a rag doll. Big man whipped a big gun out of his belt.
Two black cops jumped out of the patrol car and yelled for the black man to freeze. He didn’t, but I dammed sure did. I didn’t like the way this was shaping up at all. By my count there were three black men all with guns and one puny white private eye. I slowly squatted down between two cars and carefully peeked over the back fender.
The big man carefully took aim and shot one of the cops. I couldn’t believe it. He just stood there and shot the cop. The other cop started shooting and I guess he shot the big man five or six times before the hulk fell. I put my gun back into the holster and stayed where I was. I knew from my own experience that the surviving cop had adrenalin pumping in by the buckets and he was very likely to shoot anything and anybody that surprised him.
Soon the place was crawling with cops and ambulances and fire trucks. I casually drifted over to where all the action was. I recognized one of the plain clothes cops. His name is Richard (don’t call me Dick) Elliott. He’s real touchy about the name.
“Hi Dick,” I said. “What’ch got goin’ on?”
“What the hell you doin’ here?” he growled. I think he likes me, but is afraid to show it.
“Aw Dick,” I said. “That ain’t no way to talk to your star witness. I saw this evil deed and I am ready to stand up and be counted.”
One of the paramedics stepped up, “Lieutenant, your officer is going to be okay, but the other man is dead.”
Dick grunted, “What about the woman? She going to be all right?”
“Yeah, we are going to transport, but she’ll be okay, I think.” the paramedic said. “Mostly abrasions and some bruising.
Dick Elliott turned to me, “Well ass, let’s have it. What did you see?”
We are such good friends. He used to call me asshole but now he has shortened it. Sort of like a nickname. I told him what I had seen. He seemed satisfied that it was a “good shooting”.
“You know his name?” I asked.
“Yeah, Darrel Green. Called himself “ Hammer”. Got a rap sheet ‘bout four yards long. Mostly small crap. Pulled a couple years for armed robbery sometime ago.” He cocked an eye at me “Why are you so interested?”
“Oh just nosey,” I answered casually. “Been watching this place for a while. Lot of women going to be unhappy he’s dead.”
“I guess,” He answered. “Vice seems to think he had some amateur hookers he was pimpin’ for. Don’t matter now I guess.”
“Not to “ Hammer”,” I said.
I made a trip to the police station where a bored stenographer took my statement. I signed all three copies and bid my friends good day.
I decided to go by the apartments again just to take a look around. My client’s old man had not even come out during all the excitement. To be honest it was my curiosity about the late Hammer that led me to his apartment.
I casually strolled around the area for a while before approaching the dead mans apartment. I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t to find the apartment door standing slightly ajar.
I eased the door open with the barrel of my gun and was met with the small black woman Hammer had used as a shot put. She squealed and I nearly shit. I don’t know who was the most surprised.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded gruffly.
“I live here,” She said, her eyes darting around, coming to rest on my pistol.
“No you don’t.” I said. “Who are you and what do you have there?” She was holding a brown attaché case made of some kind of reptile skin and she was backing up as I entered the room.
“Tell me now or later down town,” I bluffed. “Up to you.”
“I’m Betty,” She said her voice quivering. “Betty Harrison. My ...er...ah...boyfriend lives...er...ah...lived here.” Tears started down her cheeks. Her eyes were puffy and there were several darker places on her face and arms. There was a band aid over one eye.
“What’s in the case?” I demanded. “Drugs?”
“I don’t know,” She answered sitting the case down and taking a step away from it. “I was just going to keep it until.....” Her voice trailed off.
“Until you could peddle the drugs?” I asked, trying to sneer. Frankly I doubted that Darrel Green, A.K.A. Hammer, was a dealer. I hadn’t seen any activity that would indicate drugs and I can usually spot it.
“No, no I don’t have anything to do with drugs,” She said. “I don’t know what’s in the case.”
“You are lying,” I said. It’s very hard to do the “good cop/bad cop” thing when you are by yourself, so I was just doing the bad cop half of the routine.
“Just some papers,” She cried. “I swear that’s all I know ‘bout. It’s locked and I ain’t got a key.”
“What kind of papers, Betty?” I asked. “If it’s locked how do you know what’s in it?”
“I saw Darrell put some papers in it this morning just...just before...ah...you know.”
“Did the cops talk to you?’ I asked.
“What’ch mean?” she asked. “Ain’t you a cop?”
Opps, “Of course,” I snapped. “I mean the other cops.”
She stilled looked at me suspiciously. “Yeah, some. They asked me what I knew about Darrell.”
“What did you tell them?”
“I told ‘em that Darrell hated cops, ‘specially black cops.”
That shouldn’t come as any sunrise to the men in blue. “Did you tell them why Darrell would start shooting at the cops.”
She shook her head slowly. “I guess nobody will ever know that. He was pretty mad at me and I guess he just flipped. I don’t know.”
“Why was he mad at you?”
She shrugged her shoulders, but didn’t answer.
“Come on Betty,” I said gently. “Let’s get this over with here and now without anybody getting hassled.”
Betty Harrison gave a big sigh and then started talking.
“I threw some dirty pictures and tapes away. Darrell was pissed at me for that.”
“What kind of dirty pictures?” I asked.
“Darrell had a bunch of white sluts that was ho’in’ for him. Him and some of his buddies took pictures of them doing all that stuff. I got mad and threw them in the trash. They was already gone when Darrell found out about it.”
“What do you mean, “whoring for him”?
“You mean you don’t know what ‘ho’in’ is?” she said cutting her eyes at me.
“I know what it means,” I said. “What do you think it means?”
“He’d make dates with black men for them to go fuck. Then he would collect money. What’s that sound like to you?”
I had to smile even if she was getting over her initial fear. “Sounds a lot like whoring to me,” I said. “What’s in the case you were sneaking off with?”
Betty Harrison shrugged her shoulders again, “Names I guess” she said. “Phone numbers, addresses. I don’t know for sure. Darrell was careful not to let me see what all was there.”
“Where are you from, Betty?” I asked.
“Greenville, South Carolina,” She answered. “Darrell was going to marry me, he said he was!”
“Yeah, I guess he was,” I said slowly. “Go home to Greenville, South Carolina, Betty Harrison. There ain’t nothing here for you now.”
I watched Betty walk down the sidewalk and when she had turned the corner I made a quick inspection of Hammer’s apartment. It was a nice apartment and it was full of stereo equipment and all kinds of electronics. I figured as soon as the word got out that Hammer was no longer among the quick, his stuff would quickly vanish. Since I’m not a thief I left the apartment pretty much as I had found it. Of course I took the attaché case with me.
Chapter 3
The photo albums were a pornographer’s dream come true. Most of the women were decent looking and a few were dammed good looking. On average, not a bad crop of females. The men were all black and hung so as to shame a pony. One of the black gents had a dick that must have been at least a foot long and as big around as a beer can.
The video tapes were a lot more of the same, but with action and sound. One woman in the videos and the still photos had caught my attention. She was tall, about five seven or eight and built like the proverbial brick shit house. It was apparent that she really like to fuck and she seemed to specialize in double penetration. One dick in her cunt and another in her ass. In one of videos she had one in each orifice and one in each hand. Three holes and two hands. Come on boys, no waiting.
In spite of her carnal activities she seemed to have some style and class. On
one of the videos she appeared in, she was wearing, briefly, some expensive and
tasteful clothes.
Hammer’s locked briefcase slowed me down for about twenty seconds. A pry bar soon took care of the locks. It was soon apparent that Hammer was a good record keeper. In printed block letters he listed all the women, a photo of each, and a description of what they would and wouldn’t do for the client. It was also soon apparent that Hammer had little or no problem using blackmail to achieve his goals. It looked like some of the people was sending monthly cash payments to my good buddy Darrell. The others put out for Darrel, his friends and a few good customers. Darrell charged anywhere from $100.00 to $1000.00 for the services of his whores.
The briefcase also contained a package of cash. A quick count showed that to be twenty-five thousand bucks. No wonder Hammer was so pissed off at the world. “Hammer” had lost his leverage for blackmail that apparently was a pretty good income producer.
I got up and got myself a beer and sat contemplating the situation. I had the
names, addresses and phone numbers of fourteen women who were either paying off
in cash or pussy and making ol’ Hammer a good living. The obvious question
was...what was I going to do about it?
After several cool ones I still had not fully decided, but I had a fair idea that I was going to help myself to some of Hammer’s Pussy.
Chapter 4
I went to the post office and got a change of address form from the help-your-self counter. I filled it out, listing the new address for Darrell Green as my post office box. I didn’t use my box all that often, but I had open it when I was an optimistic, new PI. I filled in Darrell’s name and also Hammer and scrawled a few other names in the blanks for “others”. I back dated the form a few days. Of course I was aware that if Hammer had a postal box somewhere then this wasn’t going to work, but hope does spring eternal.
Having set my course, I went back to Hammers apartment and after determining that there still wasn’t any activity I slipped the lock that I had set and went it. Mr. Green did have call forwarding so I forwarded his calls to my non-business number. I scouted around and found an old telephone bill. Hammer was a couple months in arrears, but what the hell I had some of his money so I paid the bill and changed the billing address to the post office box. Before I left I went to the service box and disconnected the service line. I went home to look at some photos and wait.
I didn’t have to wait very long. I got several hang up calls the first day and three or four every day for several days before I begun to answer the phone different. The first time I tried my new approach it worked which sure surprised me.
“This is Hammer’s partner. You got business speak, if you don’t then hang up the fuckin’ phone.”
There was a slight pause then a masculine voice said, “Who is this?”
“This is Mike,” I said. “What can I do for you?”
“Where’s Hammer?” the voice said.
“Hammer is dead,” I said. “Don’t you read the papers?” I didn’t see any point in trying to lie about the obvious.
“Yeah I read the papers. What’ch you know ‘bout Hammer’s business?”
“Everything,” I lied. “What’ch need?”
“Who’s got the stable?”
“I do.” I said. “So what do you need?”
“You got that big titted red-head?”
I scanned the list and photos. There was only one red-head and that was a girl named Carol Miller.
“You mean Carol? Yeah, she still available. Who is this?”
“This is David.” He hesitated just a hair too long. Most people will hesitate before using a name they are not use to using. Also there was not a David on the john list. There was a notation that Carol Miller had visited a person named Tall Man about a month before.
“Wrong answer, Tall Man,” I said and hung up the phone. He called back in a few minutes.
“Hey man,” He said. “Why did you hang up on me?”
“Ain’t got time for the bull shit, Tall Man,” I answered. “We got business, say so.”
“Me and a buddy would like to rent that red-headed gal for a couple hours tomorrow. How much?”
“Same as last time,” I ventured.
“Right,” he said. “Fifty each?”
“I told you Tall man,” I said. “Ain’t got time for the shit. Tell you what, you and your buddy can go fuck each other.”
“Hey wait a minute!” He screamed over the phone. “Don’t hang up. I just forgot. Was it two Hundred?”
“You know it was,” I answered. “How do you want to do it?”
“Same as last time,” The man said.
“That I don’t know,” I said honestly. “You tell me how you did it last time.”
There was just enough hesitation to cause be to think that Mr. Tall Man was about to lie to me again
“She come here to my place in a taxi. We’ll see that she gets home all right.” I didn’t need a stress analyzer to know this cat was lying through his teeth.
“I don’t think so,” I said pleasantly and hung up. Tall Man must have been mad at me because he waited a full five minutes before he tried again.
“Man, if you keep hangin’ up on me I could get pissed off.” He said.
“If you keep jerking my chain you’re for sure gonna piss me off. Let’s try to get this right this time. How does it work?”
Tall Man was in a quandary. I knew some things and I didn’t know some things. He simply didn’t know what I knew or didn’t know. I knew what he was going through. I didn’t have much idea myself.
“Hell, Man,” He said with a great sigh, “We pick the slut up at Hammers and deliver her back there. You best remember that you ain’t the only dude with white bitches!”
“That’s true,” I acknowledge. “But my white bitches ain’t street whores. You got yourself some mighty fine white pussy and no std’s. Here’s the deal, two hundred each for two hours.” I gave him the address of the closed deli across the street from my place. “When do you want this to go down?”
“Tomorrow night, say eight or so. We pay her or you?”
I reasoned that Hammer didn’t want to be seen collecting cash from anybody. “Give it to Carol,” I answered, “She’ll give it to me.”
I had my first pimp deal. All I needed now was a whore. Carol Miller had two phone numbers. One for before five and one after six. It was early so I called the before five number.
“Good afternoon,” said a voice. “Bradford, Bradford and Pope. How may I help you?”
“Carol Miller,” I said.
“This is Carol,” the voice said.
“You got a date tomorrow night at eight.” I said.
“Who is this?” She demanded.
“This is Hammers friend, Mike. I got all the stuff and you got to deal with me from now on.”
“How do I know that?” she demanded to know. Carol Miller was a feisty gal.
“Watch the mail and you might catch the pictures as they come in to Bradford or Bradford or Pope. Oh silly me, of course I would send them to the home addresses. Maybe I could send a couple to your home address, too.” I could tell she was thinking. Was I bluffing or not?
“Hey Carol,” I said. “I really like the one where you and Hammer and that long dick goofy guy were tangled up on the floor. You know the one… where your head was under the coffee table?”
“Oh,” she said a small voice. Her voice changed to a more business like tone. I guessed someone had approached her desk or whatever. “May I have a number to call you back? Should be within the hour” I gave her Hammers old number.
She called back in just a few minutes. “What happened to Hammer”?” she asked.
“He died suddenly,” I said. “I’m the man now. You need to be at this address and ready to party with two studs at eight o’clock Thursday night.”
“Do I collect the same?” she asked.
“Sure you do,” I answered.
“How do I get it to you?” she asked.
“When Tall Man drops you off stay put and I’ll find you.”
“I’m glad it’s Tall Man,” She said. “He’s nice. Who’s the other guy?”
“Beats me. See you Thursday night Carol.” I said hanging up. By God, now I was officially a pimp.
Chapter 5
I had checked the post office box every day and it took five days for an envelope to show up in the box. I didn’t see anyone that appeared to be paying attention to me so I took it out. I ripped it open as I made my way to the car. Five hundred buck in cash. There was no return address, but it had a post mark from an outlying community. It matched with the name of Stephanie King. I had already figured out by cross referencing the address, that ol’ Steph King was the wife of Circuit Court Judge, Carl King.
The word of Hammer’s demise apparently had not gotten to the King residence. I knew I needed to contact all the people on Hammers list.
One list was this:
Working Carol Miller- single/Receptionist for Lawyers
Paying Stephanie King- Judges wife
Working Allison Baker- housewife
Working Jan Crane-single/MD
Working Lisa Hurst-single/Bank Manager
Working Kristi Curry-married/Department store clerk
Working Jackie Rupert-married/owner pet store
Working Debbie Palmer-married/co-owner health spa
Working Beverly Jett-housewife/ husband laid off from work, drunk most of the
time
Paying Tina Roberts-surgeon’s wife /country club set
Working Vicki LaRue- single/unemployed
Working Keeli Thomas- housewife/husband works nights in plant
Paying Susan Williams- wife of politician big shot
Paying Faye Sawyer- wife of factory owner/country club set
On another sheet he listed each ones address and phone numbers and times to contact the women. On a different he listed their sexual likes and dislikes. For example:
Carol Miller likes gangbangs and DP. Good whore
Kristi likes to be forces to fuck. Warms up slow, but will get it on
Vicky needs money and will do anything
Bev is a hot woman. Needs two or three dicks to keep her happy. Old man is a bum.
Debby likes one on one but will lay still for two or more. Good whore
Jackie will run as soon as she sells pet shop. Likes to fuck, but don’t like to whore. Need new pictures
Allison don’t give a fuck. Likes any kind of sex. Good whore.
Chapter 5
I scanned some of the photos and printed some, using my computer and sent each of the women a photo of themselves and a letter instructing them to meet with me. I set up times and places all over town.
On the same day I was sending Carol Miller to meet Tall Man and his friend I had my first meeting was with Faye Sawyer. I could see from Hammers records that Sawyer had not paid the agreed amount of a thousand bucks for this month or the previous month.
I waited in the quite little bar for Faye to arrive. She was late, but within
the accepted perimeters. When she walked in the door she acted like she owned
the joint and couldn’t wait to sell it or give it away.
“Hi Faye,” I said after getting her attention. “Have a seat.”
“I won’t be here long enough to sit.” She said, looking at me as though I had a turd on my face. I could see that Mrs. Sawyer and I were not going to get along very well.
I reached into my briefcase and took a photo of Faye Sawyer giving a black dick a real tongue lashing. It was obviously her and she was enjoying her work. I made sure she saw it and then I got up and went to a bulletin board on the wall beside the jukebox. It was a place for business cards and flyers.
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I meet J. Thomas Miller at the office that morning. He looks like hell. He hands me the papers I asked for, along with the cash retainer I demanded. I start to ruffle through it. "You tell your wife?" I ask. He nods. "Yes," he says. "You two are separating," I tell him. "You move out today. Your wife is going to trash your name around town. You don't want your family seen as a possible way to get to you." He looks shocked. I guess he never thought about that. Fact is, it may not...
I had talked to the captain of the freighter, reminding her to have witness reports of the incident from herself and the bridge crew ready and making sure her report of the pirate incident that started in Denarrus was written. The women were back on the freighter by the time security arrived. We had parted with hugs, kisses, and promises to keep in touch while they were in system. Even Mari gave me a hug, pulling my face into her chest and kissed the top of my head. When she let up a little,...
The four of us met in the main room a little later. It was obvious even to me from the satisfied looks on Katherine's and Mari's faces that they, too, had enjoyed themselves. I asked Sam how she was doing and she gave me big grin. "I'm good. Don't you worry about me." She had listened in on my conversation with Anna through my implant and was happy with the way it went. We talked for a while and decided to go to dinner when people's stomachs started to grumble. I made sure the...
I woke up late the next day feeling groggy and achy and knowing my sleep cycle was fucked. I don't think I had moved at all in the night and I was stiff. Something else was amiss and it took my fuzzy brain a moment to process the situation. Lying half on top of my left side was a nekkid young woman. Not the first time I've woken up with a woman but it is the first time with a nekkid woman. Yes, you can assume I am not sexually experienced. I've been in training from the age of 13 to 17...
Sam was pointing me to the replicator when I stumbled out of the master bedroom in search of life giving elixir. She had somehow, I do not know how but I will be eternally thankful to her, gotten hold of a decent coffee profile. I was the first up surprisingly and when the time that the women had been forcing me out of bed came and went I decided to check on them. Anna was doing her cat routine and was curled around a pillow and snuggled under the sheets. Mari was spooned behind her with...
It was a couple of weeks later that I was summoned to Privateer Corps HQ. Quinn Taylor asked me to bring the ladies as Councilor Estebahn would be present. This was fortunate for me since I still hated the drive through the city and they would keep me calm. We hopped into a vehicle and were driven to HQ. There, in a large set of offices in a high rise near the Senate Building, we were led to a briefing room. There, Taylor and Councilor Estebahn were waiting and watching a newscast on a...
Almost two long weeks had passed since my first meeting with my new slave Candy. Our first encounter was special and my sexy new sub had not left my mind since he walked out of my door. His juicy ass and hard thick cock have filled my thoughts each day since. I had found myself wildly attracted to Candy and lusting for him constantly. After deciding that ten days was long enough to make him wait I called Candy to set up another meeting. His phone barely got a full ring out before he...
Almost two long weeks had passed since my first meeting with my new slave Candy. Our first encounter was special and my sexy new sub had not left my mind since he walked out of my door. His juicy ass and hard thick cock have filled my thoughts each day since. I had found myself wildly attracted to Candy and lusting for him constantly. After deciding that ten days was long enough to make him wait I called Candy to set up another meeting. His phone barely got a full ring out before he...
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Annalynn Estebahn was staring at me. "You really think the captain was involved with the pirates?" "It fits," I told her. "Maybe not perfectly but reasonably. If the pirates had boarded the freighter, they could have grabbed you and been gone before system security could get here." "What about the Mari, Katherine, and the other passengers and crew?" "The captain has little regard for the crew and was more concerned with the state of the engines. I'm guessing he's trying to...
I grabbed Sam's portable carrier and transferred her unit into it. AIAs reside in a sealed unit about the size of my fist (remember I have big fists) that looks like a silver/black cube with only a single data port in the bottom. The units are damn near indestructible seeing as they are used as data recorders. Ships have been blown to pieces and AIA units have survived to tell what happened. The only thing more likely to survive is something we refer to as the hardened vault, a massive...
At just before 0900 station time, we arrived at the docks and made our way to the 'Shivari'. I was carrying Sam and leading the way through dock workers and maintenance people. Midshift had started an hour before and work was in full swing with people gathering materials and tools for repair work. I was in my work clothes and the women were in their coveralls. We'd gotten some looks as we'd left the hotel. I was trying to be better company in the morning and not so grumpy. Earlier we'd...
The next morning I woke up and couldn't move. Mari was half on top of one side while Anna was on the other with Katherine spooning her. Sam was at the foot of the bed silently laughing at my predicament. "Ugh," was my response as I dropped my head back onto my pillow. That seemed to be enough to wake Mari up. She rolled onto her back and stretched, then moved into a propped up position, blinked sleepily and smiled at Sam. She looked at me, smiled, leaned over and kissed my cheek. She...
Debbie walked down the stairs from her apartment to the street. Her apartment was located on the second floor just above a travel agency. She waved to the very muscular woman, Uriel, who ran the agency before heading down the street. Based on her build, Debbie figured the woman competed in the shot put. She was definitely muscular enough to throw the shot put far enough to win a gold medal at the Olympics. She didn't have to be at work for another forty-five minutes. That was long enough to...
Across the flat featureless ground, baked hard under the direct glare of the sun, Oscar walked with a strong step as though the heat had no effect upon him. The hot ground produced convection currents that caused the air to shimmer in waves, distorting things in the distance. The effect made him appear as a squiggle suspended slightly above the ground, a comma dancing on the horizon. On the outskirts of a small village in Iraq, a group of children played soccer on a small patch of land by...
The news services were going crazy trying to film Oscar. Hordes of reporters staked out churches, mosques, and synagogues in the hope of catching him entering one. No matter how many places they watched, Oscar turned up at the one they had missed. They lined the roads in hope of finding him, but he drove past unnoticed. The best anyone had managed was to film him after leaving a holy site. Of course, as soon as Oscar was gone, the reporters descended upon the last place he visited like...
I was on the verge of burnout. I had been an instructor in the Army, teaching helicopter mechanics for almost four years. It was always the same thing over and over again. Every few weeks I would get a new class of Privates, teach them what they needed to know and send them on to the next section. From time to time, there would be a female student, but every instructor knew better than to fraternize with them. Occasionally we would hear about someone getting busted for doing just that. I had...
Private.com has the kind of one-word domain that has got to be Internet gold. I wonder how many random visitors they get who are just trying to find a way to keep their secrets safe from Google, Facebook and their wives. Considering at least half of those secrets are an insatiable desire to bang sexy women in face, mouth and butthole, those rando websurfers end up in the right place anyway. Isn’t it funny how life works out?Private calls itself “Europe’s most visited multi-lingual porn site,” a...
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The year was 1943. German troops were in Paris, Warsaw, Rome and were advancing toward Kursk in the Soviet Union. American troops were fighting the Nazi's in Europe as well as the Japanese on Guadalcanal. WWII was raging with no end in sight.At home, everyone did their best to keep their spirits up. Rosie the Riveter was on the assembly line welding and riveting munitions for victory. Glenn Miller, Frank Sinatra, and Judy Garland were making hit records. Rodgers and Hammerstein's "Oklahoma" was...
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Okay, I know a lot of you have been going along for the ride. You probably think of me as a kind of nice guy, rough around the edges, but pretty fucking decent. You're about to learn different. We weren't done with J. Thomas Miller. Not entirely. Because he had to tell us where Julianna Krim was buying the little girl. I asked once, nicely. J. Thomas made it clear he didn't want to cooperate. That was a big mistake. Like I say, Jack is my partner. And that means he does some dirty...
Private Matters by Gingerfred Man Chapter One ? Recruited Adults are often puzzled why teenagers are so surly and miserable. Fathers in particular look at their sons and say, "You?re so lucky to be young." What they?re thinking is, "You?re so lucky to be slim, have a hard cock with a quick reload, and be around all that pretty young pussy for you to boff." My dad was right about the slimness and hard cock, but the pussy didn?t seem to be yearning for my boffing. My name is...
Oscar looked at his bank statement while Georgia smiled at the expression on his face. She said, “You have a year of military pay and two years of consulting fees in there. My sister negotiated a six-figure salary for you. I think you are still on the payroll. Didn’t you fill out your income taxes?” “Yeah, but...” “You didn’t think about the fact that you haven’t spent a dime of your own money in over three years,” Georgia said. “There’s over two hundred thousand dollars in here,” said...
It was the middle of October and the air was definitely cool. Turkmenistan in the middle of October was supposed to have high temperatures in the low seventies, but that day had only seen temperatures in the low fifties. The dry barren landscape didn't have grasses of any kind. Afghanistan in comparison looked like an oasis. It was hard to imagine how such a land could support life, but there were people here. The transition from desert to town had been rather sudden. One minute they had...
Bored with the landscape, Georgia slumped in her seat and rested a foot on the dashboard. Suppressing a yawn, she said, "I'd like to see a forest. I'm tired of desert." "You don't like the mountains?" Oscar asked pointing to the peaks that surrounded them. "We've been driving over mountains or between mountains for a month now. You'd think there would have been a forest at some point, but no," Georgia said. They had been driving from one small out of the way place to another for...
Debbie looked at the hole in the ground. This was not just a little hole in the ground. There was a building carved out of rock right in the middle of the hole. The building was two stories tall and carved into the shape of a cross. Awed by the amount of work that it must have taken to carve the building out of the surrounding rock, she said, “This church is carved from the rock.” “That’s right. This is the famous Bet Giorgis church of Lalibela. It was carved about nine hundred years ago...
I sit in Dolly's, at the bar, nursing my Chivas Regal Scotch. It's a busy night, and the babes are out in force. The dance floor is full, with girls dancing and kissing and practically humping each other. Damned nice, if ya ask me. Murray Antoinette, P.I., A Limited Liability Corporation, is doing just great, thank you. Teresa catches my eye and smiles. She's the bartender, a hot little Hispanic girl with a slut's taste in clothes. I like her, a lot. She nods, with a leer. Yeah, we...
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Private Nature TourCome with me on an exclusive orally guided tour of this Park’s beautiful backcountry. This one on one adventure will expose you to the raw and naked beauty of nature’s wild side. I will blow you away as we explore lush valley bottoms and domineering peak tops. I guarantee you an explosive and climatic experience that will have you coming back for more. Tour departs from River Park Gazebo on Saturday’s at 9:00 a.m. Please tear a ticket off the bottom of this posting to...
Gay MaleThe private strip-show I’d done for Dick had left me with a sore arse but a full purse. That same weekend, I’d agreed to do an extra Sunday afternoon show in the Farringdon Arms to help out one of the other girls and I was a bit worried that my bum might still be bit sore after the bashing it had received on Friday. But I rubbed plenty of cream around it on Saturday, and by the next day, I found I could sit down without wincing too obviously.There was quite a good crowd of locals in for the...
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The Case of the Cheating Husband I am a Private Detective, I’ve been in this business over 18 years since dropping out of College, I’ve Seen some strange things in that time. I deal mainly in cases of infidelity, Husbands or Wives trying to catch their spouse in a cheating situation. One of the rewards of this job, is not just the catching a cheating spouse to the relief or disgust of the paying customer, but the tapes I have collected of them in the arms of their lovers. People would be...
EroticChapter 1:Christine couldn’t believe her luck. She was now on her way to the private club, in a limo no less.It had only been Tuesday that she had gone out to a movie with Cassandra. That in itself seemed rather strange, but they had both gotten along well while working on a school project together. Working together wasn’t exactly correct either, as Christine did most of the work. Christine knew that was just the way it worked with rich girls like Cassandra, they always got their way. They...
Private Internment DAY ONE Making a decision I slid the vehicle over into the automatic lane and tried to relax. In theback seat Martha and Linda were sitting quietly, looking out the side windows.Some color had returned to their faces and their expressions were ones of bothconcern and relief. Concern over their future and relief from the fact thatthe last two weeks were finally over and they were out of the legal system.They are both former coworkers that I had known for a number of...
It was my first time going to Cheyenne Frontier Days. I wanted to write this as soon as I got home because it was and still so vivid in my mind. We were walking along some vendor booths and enjoying all of the nice people and the weather when all of a sudden an older man riding a road bike pulls up close to the walkway and stopped and got off his bike and started walking through the crowd.Now it might not seem like any big deal so far but I was standing wait for my wife to buy something at the...
I'm Matthew, a 25 year old popular math teacher at St Edwards high school in England. This high school differs itself from other schools: it's a girl only school, meaning all the students are girls. Let me tell you a bit more about myself. I'm standing at 6'1, meaning that I'm quite tall. I've got short dark blond hair which is folded backwards with gel and my hair is even shorter at the sides. I don't possess any kind of tattoos, neither piercings. I'm somewhat tanned, but not a lot,...
Private school (ch. 1-10)ArrivalThe buildings looked stayed and full of tradition. Anne liked them and the park surrounding them at first sight and was even happier she had taken this job at the small 6th form boarding school rather than the one at the state school she had been offered, too. She followed the driveway round the building until she found the staff parking lot. Although it was the last day before the start of the new term there were only half a dozen other cars and she found space...
A young woman dressed in snug military attire stood before me. Her posture was ram-rod straight, with breasts thrust outward, trim stomach pulled in, and eyes focused above my head. She was at full attention, and deadly serious in her demeanor. But despite all that, I couldn't help but notice how strikingly beautiful she was. Her uniform clung to her figure deliciously, accenting every curve of her womanly figure in snug camouflage. On her head, was a green cap tilted just slightly off-center....
It's early about 8:00 I wake up to the sun just peering through the bedroom window. I turn over and see Holly isn't there. I leave the room in my boxers and walk to the bathroom where I see Holly leaning over the sink washing her hands. She's wearing a bright red vest top, that's tight around her body and pink panties. Even if im not fully awake my cock sure is. She looks at me in the mirror and smiles at me as she says good morning. "morning." I say as I walk up behind her and place my...
As a carefree high school senior, Dylan was known for his athleticism, congeniality, and good looks. He had it all. He could have had any girl he wanted, of course, although he only dated Daisy McLaren. She was his sweetheart since their sophomore year. She loved Dylan as much as he loved her.They married soon after graduation in the summer of '43. Their honeymoon year was cut short when things abruptly changed. Dylan found himself living in a new place wearing different clothes and he even...
Love StoriesTrick for private profiles & caveat utilitorSomeone asked me about this the other day so I thought I'd just put it here."caveat utilitor" is latin for 'let the user beware' for those not versed. I.E. this is as much a warning to the unweary than a how to. (some people seem to not understand this so I'll just point it out)If someone's profile is private you can still see their videos and pictures using a little trick. This will not circumvent passworded or friends only videos! Nor will it...
*** This is my first story…Please let me know what you think. Private Dance-Part One: Nurse Cammy My husband was home on leave from his job overseas and I decided to treat him to something special. We live in Las Vegas, with some of the biggest, most outrageous strip clubs in the world. I set up a private table for two at one of the classier joints, with a private dance for us at some time during the evening. When date night came, I dressed in my flirtiest outfit. The corset top hugged my...
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