A Private-eye Full

“Mike, don’t try to be funny,” It was Lisa. “I wanted to remind you that I have a date tonight.”

Lisa had a date with a couple guys. Five hundred each for two hours. “Yeah, seven o’clock,” I said. “They’ll meet you across the street from my place. Have you talked to Allison today?” Allison Baker was another of my ladies. Lisa had taken over the scheduling for the ladies.

“Yes, I have her set up this weekend. I have Beverly Jett also working Friday night and Sunday afternoon. We’ll have to deliver her Friday. Can do?”

“Yeah, can do,” I answered. “By the way, did you know that Hammer has a brother?”

“Yes I did. Why?”

“Word is he wants Hammer’s business back,” I answered. “How did you know about the brother?”

“I partied with him and Hammer a couple of times.” She answered. “Big dude, even bigger than Hammer. Bigger all the way around, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I can figure it out,” I said. “Cop I know came by and told me that Sweet is looking for me.”

“Oh, that’s not good,” Lisa said. “I hear he’s a mean man. I know he has been in jail a couple of times. What are you going to do?”

“It crossed my mind to let Sweet have the business and get the fuck out of the way,” I said.

“Oh no Mike,” Lisa said. “Don’t do that. As bad as Hammer was, Sweet would be a lot worse. Don’t panic, we can figure this out.”

Panic? Me the intrepid PI panic? What was this silly woman talking about? I blithely ignored the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and the sense that I’d shit on myself at any minute.

“Mike, are you still there?” Lisa said in my ear.

“Yeah, I’m here,” I answered. “At least for now.”

CHAPTER FIVE

I called Jennifer King and made arrangements to meet her at Carlo’s. Carlo’s was a restaurant fairly close to both of us. Steph wasn’t very happy about it, but I prevailed.

“So what the big deal?” Stephanie said when she had sat down at the table. “And it better be good.”

“I don’t think you’ll think it’s very good,” I answered. I told her about my meeting with her husband.

“Oh my God,” she said when I had finished telling her. “What are we going to do?” She had turned so white she was translucent.

“Who are you fucking these days?” I asked.

Steph got that deer in the headlight look. “What do you mean?”

“What part of fucking did you not understand?” I snapped. I wasn’t in the best of moods. “Who’s black cock are you doing these days?”

She got a glassy-eyed look and didn’t say anything.

“Come on Steph,” I said. “I need information. Who are you fucking?”

Her face went from white to pink and then to red. “I see…I know…Ah…I see a couple guys from time to time.”

“Okay, who?”

“Well, there a man named James Killibee. I see him some.”

“Okay who else? Who did you see last.” Stephanie got that stubborn look on her pretty face. “Come on Steph. You’ve been fucking black men for several years. Something happened recently to get your husband suspicious. I need to know who or what.”

“Oh shit,” Stephanie said with a big sigh, “James introduced me to a man a few weeks ago. A friend of his. Sweet is what he calls himself. He and I met a few times. It has to be him.”

“Have you ever met this Sweet before?” I asked. What the fuck is going on?

She shook her head.

“So you didn’t know he was Hammer’s brother?”

“Oh God, no! He never mentioned it to me. What does that mean?”

“Dammed if I know,” I said. “Tell me about Sweet. Did he ask you any questions?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Nothing unusual. Most men I date want to know what a white woman is doing with black men. Most want to know my real name and where I live…that sort of thing. Sweet didn’t ask anything too weird.”

“Does he have any idea who you are?”

“No,” she snapped. “I’m always careful. I never carry any identification and I certainly don’t give any of them my real name.”

“You haven’t always been too damned careful,” I said. “Hammer knew all about you. How did that happen?”

“He doped me,” Stephanie said. “He slipped me some kind of dope and I told him. That will never happened again.”

“Yeah, but it don’t have to happen too often I guess. Where do you meet Sweet?”

“At James apartment the first time,” she said. “After that I went to Sweet’s house. He has a place outside of town. Kinda in the country. House is off by it's self. I had a lot of trouble finding it the first time.”

“Draw me a map,” I said handing her a piece of paper. “Make it as detailed as you can.”

“What are you going to do? Steph had a quiver in her voice.

“In the words of a very wise person, don’t panic.” I said. “I’ll take care of this mess.” I said that with a whole lot more confidence than I felt.

Sweet Green wasn’t the first guy to be looking for me. It’s happened a couple of times before. First thing I needed to do was find Mister Green and get a good look at him, nice to know what your stalker looks like.

Our city is like a lot of cities of its size. Crime and disorder outgrew law enforcement all too quickly. Most of the undesirable element was concentrated in one area. From Hobart Street to Fifth Street and from Michigan Avenue to Broadway, an area of some twenty square blocks, was our area. Bars, strip joints, peep shows, and the like abounded. You know what I mean. Places to get stewed,screwed, blewed and tattooed. The only time anyone at city hall got concerned was just before elections. The cops would swoop in and clean up the place and then forget it until the next election. This was where I figured I could find Sweet Green. Ten dollars here and a twenty there got me the information I wanted and soon I was sitting in a dingy bar, three barstools down from Mister Green himself.

Sweet was in a serious discussion with a white man. Either one of them looked like they could go bear hunting with a switch. Sweet was a bit heaver than the white dude, but not by much. Either one would go an easy three hundred or maybe more. Not much fat on either one of them.

The man sitting next to me paid his tab and staggered out of the bar. I moved over to his seat. Now I could hear some of the two men’s conversation.

The white man had green teeth. I could see that in the mirror behind the bar. Green teeth was saying, “…where’s it at man? You promised me some pussy and I ain’t seen none yet.”

“It’s comin’ man,” Sweet said. “You got to wait a little while more. Did you find that detective yet?” I assumed that was me they were referring to.

“Yeah,” green teeth said. “Anyway I know where his office is. I went by there this morning. I got a question. How did some asshole private dick get your women?”

About that time some jerk put some money in the jukebox and I couldn’t hear Sweets answer. In the mirror I saw him shaking his massive head. I ordered another beer and waited out the so called music. I could only hope some asshole hadn’t put a lot of money in the jukebox. I hate rap!

I could see their lips moving and from their body gestures, they were having a serious chat. After what seemed like an hour the racket stopped.

Green teeth was saying, “…Take the mother fucker out. Simple shit, Sweet. What you waitin’ on?”

“Ain’t that easy,” Sweet said. “I don’t know where he’s got them women stashed. I hear he’s got a house somewhere off Melrose, but I ain’t got it spotted yet. Hear he’s got all of them in one house. Big place, like a old fashion whorehouse. Piano and everything. I’ll find the fuckers pretty soon. Don’t worry.”

“I ain’t worried,” Green teeth said. “I just want some of that pussy. I got to go. See you later man.” He dropped a twenty on the bar and walked out. Sweet hadn’t been too hard to find so I elected to follow Green teeth.

It’s hard for one man to do a decent tail job and impossible if the subject is looking for a tail. Green teeth wasn’t looking so I was able to follow him without any problem. He led me straight to his den. A crummy dump off Hobart street. I waited a little while to see if he came out. He didn’t so I went back to my car. I sat for a while thinking about what I had heard. Sweet was, apparently, the victim of bad info. Somebody told him I had set up in a regular whorehouse. I didn’t live anywhere near Melrose street. Green teeth had gone into an apartment that had a name on the mailbox of Hawkins. A good afternoon’s work. I now knew more than I had. I didn’t know how it was going to help me, but I did know it.

CHAPTER SIX

Back at the office I saw that the message light on my phone was blinking. I pushed the playback button and heard a panicky Stephanie King yelling at my machine.

“He called. What am I supposed to do? Call my cell phone, dammit.”

I called her, “Hey Steph,” I said. “Tell him it’s the wrong time of the month, Tell him you got the clap. Don’t tell me you don’t know how to give the brush-off.”

“He knows that I had my period two weeks ago,” She said. “That won’t work.”

“Bull, men don’t know how that shit works. We don’t keep up with it. We don’t want to.” I said. “It don’t matter what you tell him…” I had a sudden though. “Tell him your grandmother died, but that you have a friend you’ll send. He ain’t in love with you is he?”

“No, he just likes white women,” Steph said slowly. “I don’t have a friend to send. That won’t work, I…”

“I’ll supply the friend,” I said. “Just get it set up and call me back.”

I went to my place and got my list out. I called Carol Miller at work. “Call me at home when you can talk,” I said when she answered.

“I can talk now,” she said. “What’s up?”

“I need you tonight,” I said. “You available?”

“You need me or you need me for someone else?” she asked. Carol would fuck me or other white men, but she preferred them big and black.

“I need you to go fuck a big black man,” I answered. “Special deal, so we need to chat before you go.”

“Okay,” she said. “I get off at four thirty so give me another hour to shower and dress. I’ll see you about six.”

“You don’t have to do a lot of math in your job, do you?’ I said. “Okay, as soon as you can.”

Stephanie King called back and told me it was all set. Sweet, apparently, didn’t want to take a chance on a new girl getting lost so he agreed to come in and pick her up.

It was beginning to fall into place. I didn’t know what was falling or where, but…

The next order of business was to get some help. I’m the Lone Ranger and I need Tonto. Finding him was too easy. I looked him up in the phone book.

“Hey Dick,” I said. “Mike Taylor here. You busy?”

“Hell yes,” came the gravely voice of Richard Elliot . “I’m right in the middle of a game show. What the fuck do you want?”

“Yeah nice to hear your voice, too, Dick. I was wondering if the absents of overtime had crimped your account so that you might be looking to moonlight.”

“As usual,” Dick said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I need some part time help,” I said. “Thirty bucks an hour. I thought you might be interested. Are you?”

“No.” he said. I hung up.

Thirty second by the clock he called back. “Hello, Dick,” I answered.

“Fifty buck an hour with a four hour minimum,” he said.

“Forty and three hour minimum,” I countered.

“Okay, deal,” he said. “When do I start?”

“Tonight,” I said. I gave him my address and told him to meet me there.

A little later Lisa arrived and I told her what had happened since I had talked with her. She sat quietly, looking thoughtful, and after a while Lisa looked at me and said, “Mike do you have any idea what the hell you’re doing?”

I wanted to yell at her and tell her that I was a professional. I had training, I had experience, and practice. Instead I told her the truth.

“No, not exactly. I’m thinking that Carol can maybe get information about what Sweet is up to. Dammit don’t look at me that way!”

“So what happens to poor Carol?” Lisa demanded.

I had that covered. “I’ll be right there nearby,” I said. “I’ll have backup. Carol will be fine.”

“So tell me exactly why Carol needs to be there at all,” she demanded. I was back on shaky ground again. I didn’t know exactly.

“I’m still working out the details,” I said realizing that I sounded sulky.

Lisa was still there when Dick Elliot arrived.

“All right Ace,” Dick said to me while giving Lisa an appraising look. “What’s the caper?”

“Caper? What the hell are you talking about?” I said.

“Don’t you sleuths talk like that?” Dick asked

“Sleuths?” I said. “Are you kidding me?”

“Yeah, sleuths, gumshoes, peepers, shamus, sherlocks and hawkshaws. You know, private dicks?” He was laughing his fool head off. I don’t think I ever saw him even smile before. Ol’ Dickie was having fun with this.

I glanced over at Lisa. She seemed to be enjoying his doltish sense of humor also.

“Hey Dick,” I said. “Who you working for tonight? Makes you an assistant sleuth…a junior gumshoe. How about an apprentice hawkshaw? Okay, listen up! I have a situation here and I don’t know what to do. Help me or get the hell out of here.” I looked at both the laughing hyenas.

I didn’t feel comfortable telling Dick Elliot everything that was going on. He was, after all, still a cop. I was walking a mighty fine line.

“So we’re going to follow this woman and see what?” Dick asked when I told him what were going to do. “We spy on her and her date?”

“Yeah Dick,” I said. “That’s what a sleuth does. We watch, we analyze, we report. We never sleep.”

“And you don’t let Carol get hurt,” Lisa said. “Don’t forget that.”

“So who’s the guy? Somebody’s husband?” Dick asked.

“Not exactly,” I said. “It’s Sweet Green.” That wiped that silly grin off of his face. I knew he wanted to hang that robbery/homicide on Sweet. I could see the wheels turning.

“Uh Mike,” Dick said slowly. “I got to level with you. I’m moonlighting, but if I see or hear anything that conflicts with my job…”

“I got it, Dick,” I said. “Hell, you can shoot the bastard for all I care. I just want him off my back. By the way. He’s running with a big white guy. I’m talking whopping big. Ugly, too. I think his last name is Hawkins, but I wouldn’t bet much on it.”

“Yeah, I know him. Harold Hawkins. They call him Little Bit. Mean son of a bitch. Little Bit really likes to hurt people.” Dick said, cocking an eye at me. “Damn man, you sure have some nice friends. Who else you going to mention, Charles Manson?”

“I think he’s still in prison,” I said.

“Lucky for you, huh?” he said with a grin.

When Carol arrived I briefed her on what was expected of her. She didn’t see at all interested, she was too busy thinking about black cock.

“Do I collect the usual?” she asked.

“No, you’re doing this for fun,” I said. I saw her mouth start to open in protest. They sure got used to putting money in their pocket fast. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay you myself.”

That satisfied her. “Okay then. Anything else I should know?” I had thought about giving her a couple of listening devices to plant, but decided against it. Carol is a sweet girl, but she’s not too swift. I was afraid she would get caught with them.

“No, just have a good time. Remember we’ll be close by.” I assured her.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The city had expanded in every direction except out where Sweet lived. The land was hilly with a lot of rock outcroppings. I figured that sooner or later they would level the hills down and build a shopping mall or a bunch of car lots, but so far it was still basically unimproved land. There was no way you could farm it unless you wanted to raise rabbits or blackberries.

Dick and I passed the Piggy-Wiggly store and from that point there were only some scattered houses that got even more skimpy as we went. The city limits ended just passed the store and the road stopped being Union Street and became state road sixty-one. I knew that the road went nowhere except to a seldom used state park. Kids went there to make out, but there was little else to attract anyone.

“This is sure poor looking country, ain’t it?” Dick observed.

“Yeah, pretty poor,” I agreed.

“You know where you are going?”

“Yeah, I know where I’m going.”

“Got any idea what we’re goina do when we get there?”

“That’s where it gets murky,” I admitted. “Play it by ear, I guess.” He snorted. but didn’t comment. I went passed the road that led to Sweets place. I took the next one and we bounced along a drive that hadn’t seen much use until it abruptly ended.

"Now what?” Dick asked.

“We hoof it over that hill and down to Mister Green’s casa,” I said. “I figure we should be about an hour ahead of him. He’s picking Carol up at seven. Give us time to look around a little and find a good place to hide.”

It took us nearly fifteen minutes of walking to reach Sweet’s house. It was a small frame house that had seen better days. The roof sagged as well as the porch. In fact the whole house looked tired. We waited and watched while Dick got his breathing under control.

“Too many doughnuts, Dick?” I asked. He didn’t answer me, but he used his middle finger to indicate that I was number one. It had started getting dark and by the time we got to the house it was pitch black. There were no lights outside and only a dim light showed through a back window. It was a bedroom. I peeked in all the windows that I could reach. Apparently Sweet didn’t care very much for housekeeping. While I peeked Dick stood watch on the driveway.

“Car coming,” Dick said from the corner of the house. “It's showtime.” I didn’t realize at the time just how prophetic that statement was. Sweet was driving an older model LTD. Like his house, his car had seen better days. From the way the lights bounced around on the trees, his shocks were shot, too.

I could hear Sweet’s loudmouth even before he dismounted from his old wheezing car. He seemed to be in a good mood. Well why wouldn’t he be? He was about to get some strange white poontang.

Sweet escorted Carol into his shack with a suaveness that would have done a squire proud.

“Come on in missy,” Sweet said. “Make yourself at home. You want somethin’ to drink?”

I couldn’t hear the softer voice of Carol’s, but apparently she said she did. By moving through the over-grown shrubbery, I could see in almost every window. I watched as Sweet went into the kitchen and pour some liquor into some glasses. I also saw him drop a couple pills into one of them.

“You dumb son of a bitch.” I muttered. “She’s a sure thing. Waste of good dope.”

When he left the kitchen I followed his movement back to the front room. By the time I got to the window he had already handed Carol her drink. I nearly laughed out loud when I saw Carol hold the drink up to the light and then pour it into a planter when Sweet wasn’t looking. Carol wasn’t as dumb as I thought she was.

Sweet didn’t spend a lot of time fooling around. Before I knew it, he had her up in an embrace. He was running his big hands all over her body. Carol didn’t seem to mind because I saw her reach down and grasp his package through his pants. Sweet effortlessly picked her up and headed to the back room with her. I left the front and hurried back to the bedroom window. Dick was already there.

Sweet literally ripped her shirt off and reached for her skirt. Carol, apparently not wanting that torn, stepped back and took the skirt off herself. She posed for Sweet wearing only a brief thong. Carol has a nice rack and a tight body.

“Damn girl,” Sweet said. “You look good. I’m goina like pounding my cock in you.” He took his clothing off as he spoke. I noticed he was gentler with his then he had been with Carol’s. Even through the closed window I could hear Carol gasp when Sweet dropped his pants. His cock was only half hard, but it fell nearly to his knees.

I took my knife out and wedged it under the window and pried the window open an inch or so.

“You like what you see, cunt?” Sweet asked. Carol was still speechless, but she managed a nod. “You think you’re goina like this cock in your pussy?” Carol knelt down and took the monster cock in her small hand. I suppose that was answer enough for Sweet.

Carol took as much of Sweet’s cock as she could in her mouth and sucked. His mighty tool didn’t get any longer or bigger around, but it got harder as she worked on it. Pretty soon she didn’t have to hold it up; it stood on its own. Over the past few weeks I have seen a lot of black cocks, but nothing to equal this monstrosity. I thought Hammer had a big dick, but Sweet had him beat by several inches. I’d guess Sweet was packing a ten incher. The damned thing looked big enough to have its own guts.

Sweet picked the still sucking Carol up and threw her onto the bed. He grabbed her legs and spread them wide.

“Get ready to be fucked, whore,” Sweet said. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and leaning forward, pushed a couple inches into her. He let go of her legs and got hold of her hips. He jerked her hard, pulling her onto his enormous cock.

Carols eyes flew open and her mouth was open in a silent scream. Sweet hammered his cock in and out of her fast and hard for fifteen minutes without slowing down. Carol looked to be in a state of constant orgasm.

Sweet pulled his cock out of her, and when he did it looked like he had turned her pussy inside out. He stroked his colossal dick a few time and ejected nearly a half pint of jism on her tits and face. Wordlessly he got up and left the room. Carol just lay there with her leg gapped open. She had a look of pure contentment on her face.

I glanced over at Dick Elliot. I could see a sheen of sweat on his face and the night wasn’t all that hot. I looked back in the window as Sweet returned. He had a glass of booze in one hand and he held the other had in an odd position. I could see something white on two fingers of that hand. What the fuck was going on?

Sweet took a long drink from the glass and with an evil grin walked over to the bed. He sat the glass down on a table and then he pushed her limber legs back and shoved the two fingers with the past-like substance into her gapping pussy. I could hear Carol moan as he worked his fingers in her hole. After a few minutes of that he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean.

“I hope your gal don’t have any allergies to cocaine,” Dick whispered.

“What do you mean?” I whispered back.

“That’s what Sweet put in her. Maybe heroin, but I’d guess coke.” He said so softly that I almost didn’t hear him. “Coke fuck.”

What the hell was that? I’ve led a sheltered life, I guess, because I had never heard of it.

Sweet help Carol sit up on the edge of the bed so that she could suck his cock. When she had him hard again he rolled her over to her knees and entered her from behind.

“How do you like this, bitch?” Sweet growled. “Fucked like the bitch you are.” He was slamming into her so hard that he had to hold her hips to keep her from flying off of the bed. After a few minutes of that, Carol started to wail and kept it up for the next half hour as he fucked her. She got louder as time went by.

Carol was facing away from me so I couldn’t see her face. I could see that Sweet had one and then two fingers in her ass. I knew with a certainty that Carol was going to get ass fucked very soon.

I didn’t have to wait long. On the out stroke Sweet swapped his cock with his fingers. Carol made a sound that sounded just like a big dog woofing.

With his dick planted in her rectum, he lifted her up and turned around and fell onto the bed. Carol fell with him, shoving his cock even further into her ass.

I could see the expression on Carol’s face. It was like she was transported to another plane. Her eyes were open but she wasn’t seeing. Lights on, but nobody home.

Sweet kept at her for another two hours. Finally it was over. Sweet got her up and half dressed. He steered her to his car and they left. By that time my cock was so hard a cat couldn’t have scratched it.

Dick Elliot was quiet on the way back to town. It wasn’t until we reached the bright city lights that he said, “Okay, what was it that he was doing to her?”

“Huh? What do you mean doing to her?” I asked. Surely he had seen it before. “He fucked her.”

“No,” Dick said slowly. “That can’t be it. If it was, what the hell have I been doing all these years?”

I laughed, I had somewhat the same feeling the first time I saw a black man fuck a white woman. Almost animalistic. Primordial might be a better word. Not much affection, just basic, get down to it, hard slamming fucking.

“Damn,” Dick said, “I got a diamond cutter hard on and no wife at home. Shit.”

“I thought you were married,” I said.

“Was,” he said shortly, “Took off a few months back. That’s the second fucking woman I own alimony to. I’m thinking the next woman I have will be a rental.”

I called Lisa on the cell phone. I was relieved when she answered. “Hey Sweetie,” I said. “Have a good date?”

“Not bad,” she said. “Didn’t last long enough. What’s going on? I just picked Carol up and took her home. What the hell happened to her? She looked like shit.”

“She’s fine,” I said. “She just got one hell of a fucking. How about meeting us at my place. There’s a couple horny white men who could use a little help.”

“See you in a few,” she said. Good that there are a few people you can count on.