The Heiress The well dressed woman sat across the desk from Detective Cliff Bradley. "I could use a name," Cliff said. "I don't know his name," the voluptuous woman curtly replied. "I mean yours, not the blackmailer." "I'd rather not say until you've hea...
The Alderman Cliff Bradley was one bullet short of making the Chicago Daily News obits in the summer of 1930. He had gotten tangled up with the mob who got itchy about a bundle of misplaced cash. They wanted it back. It turned out that 10K had been stolen...
Dorothea finished typing a paragraph into her computer and sat back, looking at the screen with a frown. She shuffled through some of her notes and stared at a pile of books with torn paper bookmarks protruding at intervals. She sighed. “Nothing for it, g...
“So ya gonna take the job or not?”Jessie looked coolly at the man sitting across from her. She didn’t like him. Not his silk shirt, not his slicked back hair, not his fake tan. Gino the strip club owner. He was a walking stereotype. Her thoughts drif...
Melissa hurried down the street hunched against the rain. Her wispy blonde hair matted down to a dull brown in the downpour. The coat she held carelessly against the aggressive storm molded to her slight frame. Yet it wasn’t the weather she was t...
Frigid. That was the first thought that drifted into his addled mind when he finally woke. He was on his side, and as bleary consciousness returned, he had only the briefest of moments to realize that he was naked and that his hands were bound behind h...
It was 1930, and life was closing in on folks ever since the Stock Market crash the year before. The only people making money were gangsters and bootleggers for this was still Prohibition in the United States Cliff, a private investigator out of Chicago w...
Welcome to Little Italy, Viv The next day, Leo made his way up to my office just before lunch time. He wanted to apologize to Viv. He had bought flowers for her. A dozen long stem roses.When Viv saw Leo walk through the door she panicked. She froze behind...
Enter Viviana Vendetti The following Monday morning I had an interview for the secretary position I had advertised. Her name was Viviana Vendetti. She entered my office promptly at eleven AM. I was immediately struck by her beauty. Her big, brown eyes emi...
My name is Dante Abbracciavento. I’m a PI. Scratch that. I’m a Personal Security and Investigative Specialist. My secretary, or as she demands to be called Office Manager, decided on my new job title. More about Viv later. I’m forty-five years old, divorc...
Mrs. Reynolds arrived at my office right on time. She looked as stunning as ever, today dressed in red knee-length tank dress with matching red heels. The dress showed off her very appealing form, but wasn't quite as tight as the one she wore when I first...
It was just about time to close up the office for the day and I was looking forward to a quiet, peaceful evening at home. It had been a long week and now that it was drawing to a close, I was hoping that I could get a little head start on it by closing a...
Detective Jay Whitman couldn’t bring his mind to forget. He smiled inwardly, lifted and curled his legs over his desk, and brought his pen to his mouth, “God, what an ass she had! The things I do to that, fuck!” His dick stirred a bit under his pants maki...
I sat in the police station, wrapped in a blanket, drinking a cup of hot tea that the nice policeman made for me. All the while, I was reliving the events that brought me here. I stared blankly at the beige colored wall before me, thinking about how I alm...
This story takes place in 1967- the Summer of Love I woke up the next morning to a very red and sore behind. As I lay in bed, wincing in pain, Detective Liu was next to me staring at the pale, white ceiling. “I don’t know what to do with you,” he said in...
