(In Part 1, Mike took a Blackmail case involving Marko the Jockey, Candy, the intended wife of Marko and previous Ms. Slut Supreme, and the notorious Three Finger Kelly. His secretary, Veronica, keeps Mike from getting into too much hot water.)
I thought about what Veronica told me. Her warning was right on the money. It was the money that Marko paid me that drove me to disregard her good advice. The rent had to be paid and Mike Maloney, P.I. was still in business.
Before I traipsed over to pay Three Finger Kelly a visit, I called my former Army buddy, Big Mike Mazski. Whenever we were together, we were called Big Mike and Little Mike. Since I am six foot two and weight about 220, you can get an idea of the size of Big Mike. I figured a little backup wouldn't hurt when dealing with a slime ball like Three Finger.
Big Mike's face was a study in palooka ugly. He was so mean looking, He never had to open his mouth to get a point across. He didn't get it from fighting. He couldn't box for shit. He was a great wrestler though and had a bunch of trophies from college. Yeah, I know, just never figured Big Mike for a college man. He had a lot of hidden talents. I, on the other hand, was a real good boxer, so we made a good team. I would give them a right cross and Mike would throw them out the window.
I looked over at Veronica sitting at her desk. Her skirt was short today and I could see her garters peeking at me like a detour sign from good intentions. I wanted so bad to slide my hand up there and give her pussy a little tickle. We had gone at it hot and heavy a few times in the past but I had never managed to open up the full box of goodies yet. Her weak point was getting her tight little back door knocked on by a big rude finger. She seemed to get a little wobbly then and would open up for a complete exploration of every nook and cranny. We had a sort of truce that limited us to a nice ass feel or cupping her very full breast with a gentle hand. I knew she wanted the full caboodle and so did I, but we were both kind of afraid of ruining a good friendship and a good business arrangement.
I was meeting Mike at Horn and Hardart's automat. The coffee there was pretty good. Better than mine, at least. I recognized Trudi, one of the table girls. She came over before Mike got there and pumped me about "was I getting any". I told her I was holding out for her only. She was not bad looking and had this beautiful head of black hair. But she had to keep it all up in a net for the health code and all. The uniforms they gave the girls made them look a bit sexless, but on her it didn't quite make it. Her ass cheeks stuck out like two soft pillows waiting to be fluffed. Her breasts were held in tightly but they strained hard to pop out of the buttons whenever she bent over. I told her to come up to the office after 5:00 pm and we could listen to some of my jazz records. Her eyebrows scrunched together as she thought that over and she leaned over real close and whispered in my ear with her hand over her mouth. Never knew when there was a lip reader at the next table.
" I swear I got the hots for you, Mike. Ever since you took me to the movies and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I ain't done it yet with any guy and I want you to be the one to open me up. I just can't help myself. I will do anything you want, but I don't really know all that much, except what I see in the movies and hear the girls talking about."
I took Trudi's hand and brought it up to my lips. We could get away with that without her getting fired for fraternizing with the customers.
The fact that this really hot young thing was a bona fide virgin was almost impossible to believe, but I was impressed by her sincerity and I told her I would pick up some hooch for us to celebrate her "coming out Party". Over her shoulder, I spotted Big Mike coming through the revolving door. He had to squeeze himself in and stoop over a bit to fit in the compact doorway. Everywhere he went, Big Mike seemed to attract attention. Sometimes for his sheer bulk and sometimes for his pushed-in ugly face. He was tailor made for a Damon Runyon character, so very unique in his differentness. Trudi looked up at Big Mike and swallowed hard. I think she was trying to figure out just how big his cock might be if his hands and feet were so huge.
"Hi ya Mike. Whacha up to? Wha youse guys doing?"
I knew Mike was putting on the deese, does, and dems for the benefit of poor Trudi, but I didn't say anything.
"Whose ya friend, Mike?"
Trudi was obviously enchanted by the big guy.
" Yeah, My name is Mike. How ja know that, sweetie?"
Trudi was really confused now and beat a quick retreat back behind the mysterious food dispensing wall that ate nickels like there was no tomorrow.
I told Big Mike to sit and pushed a cup of coffee at him. He had to hold the whole cup in his mitt because his fingers would never fit into the handle. One gulp and the coffee disappeared into the maw of my oldest and best friend. I saw him glance at mine and I quickly got it up to my lips before he could glom onto it.
"Where we heading to, Mike?"
Big Mike was back to his normal speech pattern. That was a good sign. He always seemed to be a step or two ahead of the rest of us. I needed him bad for this caper.
"Three Finger Kelly's bar. I need to clue him in on the dangers of blackmailing jockey's wives. Her name is Candy. She is so very sweet!"
Big Mike smiled at me. His smile would make most men look for cover. Women got real nervous when he put on the charm. I know him like my own brother and I had to admit, it was truly scary. We hightailed it for the bus going crosstown. Three Finger's bar was all the way over on the West Side, in Westy country. A place I had been warned to stay clear of. I told Mike on the bus that Three Finger was still recovering from a beating from the cops. It was a bum rap on assaulting a cop's niece, when she was tanked up to the gills. I knew that particular filly, and she was a total head case from the getgo and nothing but trouble. I filled him on Three Finger's guys. Right at the moment, they only consisted of two very greasy dago's from Jersey who were more like juvenile delinquents than real thugs. But they were good with baseball bats and I don't mean at home runs. The guy we had to keep a real good eye on was a Jewboy from the bronx who went under the moniker of Danny the Dutchman. He was packing for sure and was reputed to be as mean as a rattlesnake. I was loaded for bear as usual. I slipped Big Mike my sawed off to keep under his coat. He couldn't use a handgun because of the trigger guards. The sawed off was just for looks to keep things nice and quiet.
An older broad with a real short dress got on at Fifth and she wound up pressed up tight against me in the crowded bus. She kept pushing back into me making my little guy take notice. I realized she was trying to put distance between her and poor Big Mike on the other side. When he leaned in to tell me something, her ass cheeks trembled and quivered on my awakening groin. I could feel her heart beating fast in the grip of some unfounded fear of my ugly buddy. At this rate, I would be pumping my load right through my trousers and onto her dress. I managed to turn her around so my cock was between her legs. She sort of hung on my hard dick and rubbed her little pointed tits on my flat stomach. Her mouth was right about the level of my nipples and I could feel her bounce against them like a poking kiss from the vibration of the bus. She looked up at me and I could read the desire in her eyes. It was all I could do to keep from shooting right then and there when she looked at me like that. I took one of my cards from my pocket and slipped it into her hand and whispered real low in her ear,
"I would love a nice slow dance with you, baby. Lets get together!"
She put the card in her purse and smiled up shyly at me, nodding her head up and down in mute assent. Poor Big Mike asked me after we got off, if I knew the "old broad" I just smiled and told him it was my old landlady.
The bar was totally devoid of customers. It was still pretty early in the day. Three Finger was sitting in the back with a traction collar on his neck. Probably suing the City for his recent injuries. I could see the two dagos sitting together at a table and could tell they were just punks and not a real problem. What really worried me was I didn't see Danny the Dutchman and that was a definite problem.
"If it isn't my old friend Mike Maloney! What brings you to this neck of the woods, dear boy?"
I didn't want to waste any time, so I laid it all out for Three Finger. Right down to the punch line of warning him off Marko the Jockey and the reformed slut, his intended wife, Candy. Three Finger listened to the whole spiel without any comment and I was surprised to see him crack a smile at the finish as if it was all a big joke.
"Mike...Mike...Mike! Just a misunderstanding. Marko is playing you for a fool. You need to ask him what he is doing at Slick Willie's all the time. It ain't to shoot pool, I got to tell ya!"
To say I was confused is a bit of an understatement. Big Mike saw the look on my face and it made him nervous. Believe me, the last thing anyone wanted was for Big Mike to be nervous. He fixed the two dago's with his glass eye and they sort of wilted into a pool of indecision. I figured now was a good time to beat a hasty retreat while I tried to figure out what the hell was going on. On the way out the door, I saw the reflection of Danny the Dutchman slouched down behind the bar with his hands out of sight. That was not a good sign because he could have turned the tables on us in a hurry. I kicked myself in the ass for being too aggressive and not checking out all the risks first. It was a big time mistake and could have really cost Big Mike and me real bad.
I thanked Big Mike and he asked me no questions. That's one of the things I liked about him. I got back to the office about 3:00 PM and poured myself a double shot of straight bourbon under the disapproving eyes of Veronica. Her tight lips told me I was skating on thin ice so I did not make any wise cracks. I considered confronting my client Marko but decided to see if I could find out anything over at Slick Willie's place first. It was too late now so I decided to go there mid-morning when the tables would be empty and I could converse in private. Maybe I could get Veronica to come with me. I wanted to see her ass cheeks bending over a pool table and her nipples brushing the felt. When she planted her legs, it seemed like she could take anything from behind. Veronica left a little early to do some shopping before going home and I dozed off into never-never land filled with nubile young blonds begging me to let me give them my cock to be sucked.
The sound of the knock on the door woke me from my slumber.
"Hi Mike, you told me to be here after 5:00 PM."
I looked at Trudi with my sleep encrusted eyeballs and looked at my watch.
It was 5:01 PM.
I thought Trudi must have been waiting with her eager pussy outside my door for the stroke of Five. She looked so cute and precious with her long black hair flowing that I thought twice about breaking her cherry on my office couch. No, she will have her cherry broken open right here, right now, and by yours truly. I invited her in and took her coat. I offered her my favorite bourbon diluted with some tap water over some ice from Veronica's little fridge. She sat down nervously on the edge of the cushion with her legs tightly pressed together.
One hand held her drink and the other one played with her strands of silky hair spilling down over her protruding DD breasts. I sat next to her and started to rub her shoulders and the back of her neck. Trudi melted backwards into my arms and she started to purr like a little kitten. I took the drink from her and put it on the table next to the couch. I reached around with my hands and began to fondle her breasts. I played with them like they were my little playground. Teasing them, cupping them, twisting her hard little nipples.
Trudi moaned and whimpered like a little puppy being licked by it's mama.
"Oh Mike. Take off my skirt and pull my panties down. I am so hot. I have to have it. You know I have to have it!"
When I slipped off her skirt, I could see she had already wet her white panties. The outline of her generous black bush was contrasted against her pale white skin. Her panties came down with a soggy squish into my hand. I brought them to my nostrils. The scent of her virgin pussy was strong and it was so very exciting to me. She watched me doing that intimate act and blushed a lovely shade of pink. Her pussy was spread wide open for me. I could see her pink vagina and her little pearl hidden away in her clit on the top of her lovely mound. It was all surrounded by a mat of bushy black hair that was every bit as silky and luxurious as the hair on the top of her pretty little head. I paused and leaned down to lick and suck this tasty treat spread out before me. The touch of my tongue sent Trudi over the top and she convulsed in a series of shuddering quakes with her round, plump ass cheeks bouncing into my couch cushions. I could see the dripping juices running down the inside of her smooth inner legs. I licked at them to get her taste and she was sweet and fresh. Her mesmerizing scent made my cock throb with desire. My pre cum was starting to form on the tip of my cock. I eased down between her legs and she pleaded with me to "put it in" her right now. I rubbed my cock all up and down her streaming slit and I could see her tight little anus puckering open and closed. Both her anus and her clit were jerking a message that her vagina wanted to be opened right now.
"Mike, stick it in me hard, Mike. I need it so bad. Push hard and break me open. I promise I won't yell."
I could tell she was sealed up pretty tight, so I held my cock head just inside her vaginal slit and pushed hard against her slippery hymen. I thought I heard it rip as it gave way and I slid in all the way inside until my balls were grinding against her pulsating tiny anus. Her scream would have awakened anyone on our floor if there were anyone there. I knew it was empty. No one stayed late in this building except me because I lived here as well.
Trudi was breathing hard like she was in a marathon. Her vaginal walls were clutching desperately at my shaft milking it like the wettest of willing mouths. She held on to my shoulders with a tight grip and looked up with an expression so emotionally charged that I immediately began to fuck her hard and deep but as gently as I could because of the newness of it all to her. Her legs came up automatically and wrapped around my hips locking me into place. A Venus fly trap of honey and sweet smelling pussy. We fucked like that for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was only a few stolen moments of sheer bliss. I saw my cock was giving Trudi a lot of pleasure. The pleasure was mixed with some pain because of being the first time she had taken a cock all the way inside her virgin pussy.
My creamy load of cum was building like a flood against the walls of a damaged dam. I had to go soon and I could see Trudi was in a bad way now. She was panting like a fickle filly being whipped down the homestretch. Various liquids were pouring from her newly opened cunt. Her anus was doing a tap dance against my dripping balls slapping in between her wide open ass cheeks. Her moans and groans and little whimpers were changing into measured yelps of orgasmic release just before she fell into the abyss of "Le Petite Morte" It came with her body suddenly becoming rigid and her cry of release was a banshee wail of supernatural degree.
My load shoot up through my shaft at the very same moment and spurted time and again into her tortured vagina. I sank down onto her. My full weight pinned her to the couch. She didn't mind at all. We held on to each other for a long, long time. Neither of us said a word. I stayed inside her. She seemed to want me inside. For some reason, I did not lose my hardness. My cock continued to throb inside her pulsating pussy. We were like one person. It was a new experience for me. We were sharing a special moment. Her loss of her virginity. My feeling of complete satisfaction was unique and very rare indeed.
Trudi and I stayed there all night. We drank all my bourbon and we screwed incessantly like a quarterback practicing his Hail Mary pass. I would have to say the home team scored a whole bunch of touchdowns that night on my office couch.
We parted in the morning. She asked me for nothing. I was not one for promises. Her black hairy bush was burned in my memory. Makes me wonder why women want to shave their pussy. It is so glorious in it's natural beauty.
(Part 3 will give Mike the whole story and the real reason for solving Candy's blackmail case.)
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