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Archive name: the-pe.txt (mfff,voy)
Authors name: Hetheranne (address withheld)
Story Title : The Private Eye and the Public Dick

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 The Private Eye and the Public Dick 
 by Heatheranne


 Karen Stark awoke at the sound of her boyfriend, Joe,
 gargling in the bathroom. He'd been up for the better
 part of an early morning hour while she slept to the
 sounds of his preparations for leaving.  They had been
 seeing each other for nearly a year. A mutual friend
 had brought them together because, as she had said,
 "You both have such exciting careers." Joe was an
 airline pilot and Karen was a private investigator.
 At least, Karen thought, her friend had been half
 right. While his job was mostly tedious attention to
 detail, from time to time there were moments where a
 cool hand and steady nerves saved the day.  Her job,
 despite its seeming glamour, was just plain tedious.
 She spent most of her work time gathering facts for,
 and making reports to, insurance agencies. She spent
 her days with reports saying: yes this guy is really
 hurting, or no you better watch that doctor he has
 so many patients he could use a revolving door. 

 Like most couples their jobs weren't the only things
 that kept them together. They liked the same food,
 movies, hobbies etc. And the sex, the sex was great.
 They only had one disagreement in the bedroom. He
 liked it in the morning and she just couldn't get in
 the mood for regular sex that early. They compromised.
 The morning sex became a sort of parting gift to Joe
 before he left on his days away in the wild blue
 yonder. 

 The door to the bathroom opened and Joe came toward
 the bed, a fully erect cock leading the way. Karen
 yawned and stretched languidly as she rolled onto her
 back. She pulled the sheet away exposing a pair of
 generous breasts to Joe's gaze. "You seem to have been
 up for a while, "she said with a smile, fully
 intending the pun. 

 Joe strode quickly to the bed.  Grinning widely, he
 hopped on the bed and threw one leg over Karen so that
 his knees were on either side of her waist. "I always
 wear a hard on around you, babe," he said as he leaned
 forward until his cock nestled into her cleavage. Then
 he cupped his hands around the sides of her breasts
 and pulled them together to cover his cock. As he
 began to swing his hips back and forth Joe growled,
 "Yeah, there's nothing like a good titty fuck in the
 morning."

 Karen knew that this fake macho bluster was supposed
 to make her laugh and even though she tried to stifle
 herself she let out a giggle. "You think this is
 funny?" he said in mock outrage. "It won't be so funny
 when I drown  your tits in cum."

 Now she really laughed out loud. He always knew how to
 put her in a good mood. As Joe partially pulled his
 cock out of the warm tunnel between her breasts Karen
 reached up and grabbed it. "Hmmm..." she said, "maybe I
 ought to save my poor breasts from the flood." And
 with that she pulled on his manhood  until she was
 able to slip her lips around its head. As she began to
 suck on the silky smooth knob Karen also jacked her
 fingers along the engorged shaft. 

 "Oh shit, yes.....uhhhh." he gasped out. Joe hadn't
 expected this. In less than a minute it felt like the
 cum was going to boil out of his cock. "Uhhhh....I'm
 cuuuuming  Karen," he managed to get out just before
 the first burst of cum erupted out of his swollen cock
 head. 

 Karen continued to hold onto his pistoning cock as she
 swirled her lips and tongue around his now super sen-
 sitive cock. For long seconds Joe couldn't even breathe
 as the sensations coursed through his body. Finally
 Karen released her hold and Joe was able to stagger off
 the bed and begin to dress. 

 As he went through the routine of putting on his
 clothes Joe kept up a running patter of how much he
 loved her and how great they were together. But when
 he turned to the bed, Joe could see that she had
 turned on her side, curled into a little ball and
 returned to sleep. Joe smiled and tenderly kissed her
 on the forehead and quietly slipped out of the apart-
 ment. 

 An hour later Karen awoke to the electronic bleating
 from her radio-alarm clock. She stretched and inhaled
 the warm and sexy mixed scents of Joe's soap, shampoo
 and after shave. It was a nice way to begin the day.
 
 She performed her morning routine with one ear tuned
 to the most popular early morning radio feature in Los
 Angeles, the morning traffic report. In an hour she
 was out the door, coffee and a bagel in hand, wearing
 what she thought of as her serious business suit. It
 consisted of navy slacks and light weight blazer with
 a white on white embroidered sleeveless shirt. Her
 shoulder length auburn hair was held off her face with
 a navy clasp. 

 Today she was to interview a prospective client, named
 Schmidt, at his hotel room. That was a little unusual,
 but as her Uncle Max had said, when he gave her the
 assignment, "If he's got the money honey, then you've
 got the time."  

                           ***

 When Karen was a growing girl, Max was a mysterious
 man who always brought her presents and told her how
 pretty she was. He was in the military and would appear
 and disappear from her life at odd intervals. Karen was
 told by her parents to never pester her uncle about
 where he had been or what his job was, although some-
 times they let slip the words top secret and black
 operation. Then one day he announced his retirement
 and his intention to open an office for private inves-
 tigations in L.A.. Karen, who was in high school by
 then, began working for him after school and during
 summer breaks. She would answer the phone, do the
 filing and mailing and be the general go-for gal. 

 She never thought that this little part time job would
 amount to anything. Like just about every other female
 in LA she had grown up dreaming  about becoming a
 movie star. From the time she had begun junior high,
 Karen had been told she was pretty enough for the
 movies. The boys were quick to let her know that they
 appreciated her ample breasts and shapely legs. She
 even took acting classes, but she soon realized that
 her teachers could only refine a talent that already
 existed and she really didn't have much for them to
 work with. 

 Her uncle's business expanded through her college
 years and her responsibilities grew along with it.
 Karen learned to do covert surveillance, how to trace
 people and any number of other techniques and tricks
 of the trade. It had seemed only natural to join her
 uncle full time after graduation.

                         ***

 By ten o'clock she had pulled into the parking garage
 of the Hollywood Blue Moon Hotel. She made her way to
 the front desk and asked for Mr. Schmidt's room. The
 desk clerk announced her and called for a bell hop to
 take her to Mr. Schmidt's suite. 

 The bell hop turned out to be a young blonde thing who
 wore her uniform pants and top a bit on the tight side.
 On their way up in the elevator Karen said, "I bet a
 lot of the men who you show to their rooms invite you
 to stay."

 The young woman turned and looked Karen over. She wet
 her lips and said, "And a few of the women too." 

 "Oh really?" said Karen, her voice higher than she
 would have liked. "I'm just here on business."

 The door to the elevator opened and the two women
 stepped into the hallway. The young blond gestured to
 a door and said, "Here you are." As she turned and
 walked past Karen the blonde's hand seemed to acciden-
 tally brushed Karen's firm ass. "You'll have to stay
 the night with us sometime," she said with a seductive
 smile as she reentered the elevator.

 Karen took a deep breath. She had to get mind back to
 business. She was about to enter the hotel room of a
 stranger. Karen took her car keys from her purse. The
 key fob looked liked a large cylindrical, multicolored
 arty thing that women liked to carry. Actually it was
 a gift from her uncle. If she pushed, hard, on a reces-
 sed button, a metal baton would telescope outward. Her
 uncle had made her practice until she could whip out
 the weapon and break an inch thick pine board in one
 smooth move.  

 Karen removed her credentials from her purse and
 holding them so that her ID was visible through the
 peephole, she pressed the room's buzzer.  In a few
 seconds the door was opened by a man  who looked to
 be in his middle thirties. Swinging the door back he
 ushered her in saying, "Please come in Ms Stark." She
 followed him down a short hallway into the suite's
 common room. Most of the room was a tastefully dec-
 orated casual area. In a corner, a space was set up
 for business with phone, fax machine and a copier
 sitting on a huge desk. Seated at the desk was an
 elderly man speaking softly on the phone. 

 The first gentleman saw to it that Karen was comfor-
 table in an overstuffed chair. She refused an offer
 of food and drink, her bagel had been quite enough,
 thank you. Shortly thereafter the elderly gentleman,
 who turned out to be Schmidt, her appointment, stood,
 put on a suit coat and approached her. The first man
 introduced them as if he had known Karen for years
 and then faded to a far corner of the room.

 Mr. Schmidt took Karen's hand and bent over it. "How
 do you do my dear," he said with a sort of clipped
 Spanish accent. Karen smiled and there followed the
 usual chit-chat about the weather and the traffic and
 just exactly what kind of car did she drive to get
 around in such a huge city, etc. etc.. After Karen
 again refused an offer to add inches to her waist
 line, Schmidt shook his head, smiled and said, "You
 North Americans are always so eager to discuss
 business. Very well, the reason I am here is to find
 my son. I freely admit that about twenty three or so
 years ago I had a bit of an affair with a much younger
 woman in Argentina. Her father didn't approve of the
 match and sent her away  to live in the United States.
 It wasn't until her father died, years later, that I
 discovered she had been pregnant with my child before
 she left."

 For several minutes Karen asked the obvious questions
 that might help her find Schmidt's son. It seemed that
 all he knew was that the man in question would be in
 his mid twenties, probably with blond hair and blue
 eyes. Karen wondered how he could be so sure of that
 since the son's mother was a dark Latin type, but that
 was nothing next to the massive lack of information
 with which she was apparently expected to work. She
 was about to protest that they had better chance of
 finding particular grain of sand in the Sahara, when
 Schmidt said in an offhand manner, "I also learned
 that the boy was trying to find a place for himself
 in the film industry using the name Richard."

 "Richard?" Karen asked, eyebrows raised in question.

 "I can't believe that with all of the fine actors
 named Richard, he is trying the conceit of being known
 by one name."

 "Yes, well...frankly Mr. Schmidt you haven't given me
 much to work with, but I'll certainly do my best."

 "That is all I can ask my dear."

 After the formalities of billing and payment, Karen
 was out the door. She met Schmidt's aide as she walked
 down the hall to the elevator. They smiled in passing
 and a few minutes later Karen was in her car on the
 way to her office. 

 It was almost noon when she sat down to her desk. Most
 people would be surprised at how much paperwork existed
 in this business, most clients insisted on complete
 documentation for their money. Karen opened a new file
 in her computer for Mr. Schmidt. She really had only
 one lead, the name Richard and the fact that he might
 be an actor. 

 Karen clicked on the office Internet server, it boasted
 an incredibly fast fiber optic connection, and in a
 minute she was logged onto their account with a firm
 that provided background for virtually anyone who
 worked in the film industry. This site boasted that it
 listed details for everyone, from the biggest names in
 pictures on down to people who might work once a year
 as an extra. 

 She brought up the search form and filled in the few
 details she had. Her first search returned a couple of
 thousand Richards, Ricks and Riches. She revised the
 search and brought it down to a couple of hundred
 blonde haired, blue eyed Richards. She sighed, if
 Schmidt was wrong about this last name business then
 she was in for a long and fruitless afternoon. On a
 hunch, she clicked until she reached the bottom of the
 list, where someone without a last name might be, and
 there she found him, a blonde and blue known only as
 Richard. 

 Now she had a choice of reading a resume about her
 man or looking at a scene featuring his cinematic
 talents. Karen opted for the scene. Might as well see
 if there's any resemblance to Schmidt, she thought.
 After clicking on the play button, Karen was finally
 rewarded with close up of her find. 

 The screen filled with the full face of a young man
 who looked to be in his mid to late twenties. Yes,
 there were the blue eyes, nice ones she thought. And
 he certainly had a full head of blonde hair, parted
 in the middle and swept back, with loose sexy locks
 falling over his forehead. He smiled, forming dimples
 in his cheeks and revealing even white teeth. Hmmm...
 Karen thought, he doesn't closely resemble Schmidt,
 but from her personal point of view, he's not bad.

 The camera pulled back to show Richard wearing a tight
 tee shirt tucked into baggy tan shorts. He was carrying
 a pole and net for cleaning swimming pools. Then the
 camera panned to show two women lounging on deck chairs
 next to the pool where Richard was working. They were
 sipping on sodas and discussing their woeful  lack of
 a love life. 

 Both of the women were in bikinis. One of them had
 brittle looking blonde hair, the other was a softer
 looking brunette. The blonde had a nice, if thin face
 and a real Barbie doll figure, slim legs and hips plus
 a waist that practically wasn't there. But she made up
 for her lack of body weight by having an obviously
 man made bust that practically overwhelmed her bikini
 top. 

 The brunette, Karen thought, was much prettier. She
 had a fuller face and figure. And while her breasts
 probably weren't entirely her own either, at least
 they look natural. She must be a runner, Karen could
 see well defined muscles in her thighs when she moved.
 
 The blonde smiled to her friend and called out to
 Richard. Would he mind terribly rubbing some suntan
 lotion on her back? She arranged her chair so that
 it  flattened out  and then she laid face down, unty-
 ing the string on her bikini top.  

 Karen smiled, was this going to be some sort of tits
 and ass movie? She'd seen a few porn videos and this
 clip certainly didn't look like a cheap video produc-
 tion. 

 Back on the screen, Richard put a generous glob of
 lotion on his hands as he straddled the deck chair
 and began to rub the liquid into the blonde's back
 and shoulders. His hands moved down until they were
 brushing her generous breasts that bulged on either
 side of her slim torso. 

 "Mmmmm...lower," moaned the blonde. Richard wasted
 no time in sliding his fingers under her bikini
 bottom and kneading the blonde's slim, yet firm, ass
 cheeks. After squirting more lotion on his hands,
 Richard applied it to her long tapering legs. With
 each pass his hands moved higher on her inner thighs.
 The blonde reacted by spreading her legs to give him
 easier access to where she evidently wanted those
 hands all along. 

 Karen stared in rapt attention to her computer screen.
 Not much doubt as to the rating for this movie. The
 point of view changed from the blonde's passion con-
 torted face to Richard's fingers as they pulled aside
 the crotch of her bikini bottom and then flicked back
 and forth across her clit. Karen felt a sympathetic
 twinge in her own pussy when the blonde suddenly
 squealed and came as her hips beat against the deck
 chair.

 Karen figured that would be the end but the clip ran
 on as the blonde turned over, sat up and began to pull
 at Richard's shirt. He grinned down at her and pulled
 off his tee shirt to reveal a well muscled torso. Not
 the heavy muscles of a body builder, Karen thought,
 but closer to the sort of physique that she really
 liked, more like a swimmer or gymnast. Then she unzip-
 ped Richard's baggy, long legged shorts and began to
 pull and pull and pull out what Karen thought must be
 some sort of rubber dildo. She peered at the screen.
 That couldn't possibly be a real penis. It had to be
 some trick of perspective or just a fake.

 The blonde ran her hands over Richard's cock as if it
 were some kind of pet. She kissed and licked on the
 head while her hands stroked, rubbed and petted the
 shaft. Karen watched as his cock ballooned, for lack
 of a better word, into the biggest hard on she'd ever
 seen. Karen couldn't take her eyes off it. Most long
 cocks were just that, a longer shaft and not much
 else. But the base of Richard's cock seemed to fill
 his crotch and then the shaft tapered slightly up
 to the head that must be the size of a door knob. 

 The blonde pulled Richard's cock until it was level
 with her mouth. There's no way she's going to get that
 thing in her mouth, thought Karen. But she did, just
 barely. She could do little more than sort of swivel
 her head back and forth on his cock head as she con-
 tinued to use both hands on the immense shaft. She was
 certainly having an effect on Richard. His eyes were
 half closed, lost in a world of sexual stimulation. 

 And the brunette wasn't exactly taking a nap. Her eyes
 were locked on the couple next to her. She was cares-
 sing her breasts through her bikini top while one hand
 eased down her stomach, apparently in anticipation of
 giving herself some jollies.

 Karen suddenly realized that the brunette had a great
 idea. She jumped up and went to her office door. She
 checked the outer office. Since it was lunch time,
 there was no one moving about. Karen softly closed and
 locked her door. With a little thrill, she practically
 ran back to her desk. She knew she shouldn't, but she
 quickly unzipped and pulled down her pants and panties.
 
 Back on the screen the blonde reclined on the chair,
 spreading her legs and pulling Richard to her by his
 hips. Karen licked a finger and began to lightly pet
 her pussy lips. She hoped that blonde had a lot of
 lubricant or she'd never get that monster cock in
 there. 

 As Richard brought his cock toward the blonde, the
 question of lubrication  was solved. Karen was amazed
 once more as she saw the precum flowing from his cock
 head like a leaky faucet. Richard painted the blonde's
 pussy lips with the clear liquid from his oversized
 penis and rubbed her clit until the blonde was moaning
 and begging Richard to fill her.  When her moans were
 about to turn to screams, he finally gave the woman
 what she yearned for. He nudged the huge head into her
 eager pussy and then withdrew it. He increased his
 stroke until a few inches of that overwhelming cock
 were packing her pussy when the blonde screamed out
 another orgasm. 

 Karen was fingering her own clit at a terrific rate.
 God what a cock, she thought, just imagine that thing
 filling her and bring her to cum after cum. With a
 whack as it slapped back against his stomach, Richard
 withdrew his cock from the blonde's freshly fucked
 pussy. He was far from finished though. The brunette
 had thrown off her bikini and was on her knees, waving
 her firm butt at Richard. 

 Richard moved quickly to position himself. There was
 an intent look on his face as he went through the
 routine of coating her pussy lips with his slick
 precum and then he slowly pushed his way into the
 brunette. A series of expressions ran across the dark
 haired woman's face. A look of surprise turned to one
 of amazement and then animal passion as she and
 Richard established a mutual rhythm. 

 Karen was totally caught up in the action on the
 screen. Unconsciously she was strumming her clit in
 time with the rhythm of the couple in front of her.
 The camera cut to Richard's face. His handsome face
 had the look of great sexual tension that borders on
 pain. He began to whisper in a sort of strained chant,
 "I'm gonna cum...I gonnna cuuuuum."

 The camera cut to a two shot of Richard and the
 brunette and then went into slow motion. Richard
 heaved his hips back, withdrawing his huge cock from
 his partner. He stretched out his arm and grabbed his
 cock head and began to stroke it in a sort of cork-
 screwing motion. The first blast of cum arched through
 the air and landed in the brunette's hair as she was
 trying to turn to face Richard. The next stream of his
 milky white liquid splashed against her shoulder. And
 the next sort of whipped across her chest above her
 tits. Then the brunette was holding her tits up like
 some sort of fleshy receptacle, and Richard looked as
 if he been waiting to relieve himself for hours. Blast
 after blast of cum hit the girls breasts, until they
 were covered. 

 As Karen watched the spectacle of Richard going off
 like a fountain, she fingered herself faster and
 faster. "Oh my gosh, just look at that, she whispered,
 "all that cum and that huge cock... ." She had to bite
 her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud as the
 burning heaviness in her loins went over the edge and
 the first wave of her orgasm hit. For what seemed like
 minutes orgasmic surges emerged from her clit and
 charged through her body. Oh my god, thought Karen.
 She didn't masturbate very often, and when she did it
 was never like this, never. 

 She grabbed some tissues from a drawer in her desk and
 cleaned her too sensitive pussy lips. Then she wrapped
 those tissues in more tissues and after tucking her
 shirt neatly into her pants, she quickly made her way
 to the little office restroom. There she flushed away
 the evidence of her self pleasing nooner and faced
 herself in the mirror. That was kind of silly, Karen,
 she thought to herself. What if her uncle had decided
 he needed something from her office and had unlocked
 the door? She grinned at her reflection, maybe the
 fear of detection added some spice to her little fun.
 
 Karen made her way back to her office. She was hor-
 rified to see Richard, erection and all, grinning from
 her computer screen. She practically sprained a finger
 clicking her mouse to get back to a screen with more
 information on Richard and a less incriminating
 picture. Karen took a deep breath , she had to pull
 herself together. She focused on the fact filled page
 on her screen. She wanted to get hold of Richard, in 
 the sense of talking to him of course, as soon as
 possible. After all, this wasn't Sherlock Holmes stuff.
 Schmidt might call her any minute, telling her that he
 had made a few calls and found Richard on his own. 

 The Internet site offered to connect her with Richard,
 but Karen looked on for a more direct method. Wasn't
 there something at the beginning of that clip? She
 clicked back to the start and there was a little
 copyright blurb for ABC&Z Productions. A quick peek at
 another site told her their phone number. She recog-
 nized it as a cell phone number. 

 She called the number, there was a male voice on the
 other end, "ABC and Z productions," he intoned.

 "Hello, I  need to speak to Richard, please."

 "Well, he's busy right now. Can I help you, or take a
 message? Did you want an interview?"

 "Uhhh....," Karen was thinking, "An interview? That
 would be today?"

 "Sure, you know where the Valley View motel is on high-
 way 56?"

 "I'm sure I can find it."

 "Come on out, its room fourteen."

 "OK, my name is Karen, see you in a little while."

 "Sure babe, " the phone disconnected.

 "Sure babe?" Karen murmured as she put down the phone.
 This ought to be fun.

 It took Karen nearly an hour to get to the motel. It
 was one of those places built in the fifties, passed
 by when the interstates came along and then flourished
 again when the city limits captured it in the
 seventies.  The ugly building had been through so many
 make overs, it was practically an archeological site.
 
 Karen couldn't park anywhere near room fourteen, so she
 settled for a spot at the end of the long row of rooms.
 She took a moment to check her makeup and hair. When
 she got out of the car she removed her jacket. Then she
 undid the top three buttons of her shirt and then made
 sure it was tightly tucked in her pants. Karen wasn't
 exactly sure what one wore to an interview for a porn
 movie, but she knew that she had a great figure and it
 couldn't hurt to show some cleavage and curves.

 Karen knocked on the door to room fourteen. A few
 seconds later the door opened a few inches and a man's
 head peeked around its edge. He was wearing huge dark
 glasses and a baseball cap pulled low over his
 forehead. "Hi babe," he said, turning away and throwing
 open the door. "Come on in."

 Karen followed him in. Thank goodness, she thought,
 this "babe" character wasn't Richard. His flabby butt
 showed her that much. 

 "Have a seat...uh...please," the "babe" died on his
 lips when he saw the look on Karen's face. "I'll be
 right with you."

 Karen looked around the room. The guy took a seat at a
 small, cheap motel type table. Across from him was a
 well endowed young woman in cut off jeans and a tube
 top. Karen thought she had a natural beauty, but it was
 partially buried by some really bad make up. The man
 said, "Now Susan, you go on in the next room, Richard
 and our camera man, Bruce, will interview you." There
 was an odd emphasis on the word interview. 
 
 As the young woman disappeared through the door to the
 adjoining room, Karen looked at the two other women.
 They were apparently awaiting their own interviews by
 lounging on a king-sized bed. One looked like a hooker
 right down to the short shorts and fishnet stockings.
 The other was dressed in a cheer leading outfit. She
 even smiled and shook her pom pom at Karen when she
 caught her eye. 

 From the guy in the room Karen heard, "OK ba'...uh,
 Karen is it?" She nodded. "Why don't you sit over
 here." He gestured to the chair by the table. Karen
 sat. "Now I'll have to see some form of identification
 to verify your age."

 And then I'll have to wait for these two bimbos before
 I get a turn , Karen thought. Maybe I can speed things
 up. She rummaged in her purse until she was able to
 produce her driver's license, with a fifty dollar bill
 folded next to it. 

 She held out the license with the bill hidden from
 view from the other two women. "I hope my appointment
 won't be late."

 "Oh no," said the guy, making the money disappear into
 his palm. In fact, if you want to observe Susan's
 interview, he said with a leer, just go on in. Tell
 Bruce and Richard that you're just looking."

 Karen hoped her face wasn't too red as she walked
 across the room. She was `just looking' back in her
 own office. 

 Karen opened the connecting door and entered a room
 that was a duplicate of the one she'd just left. A
 large man, she assumed it was Bruce, had a professional
 looking video camera on his shoulder. A couple of
 lights sprouted from its sides like eyes on stalks.
 The young woman, Susan, was on the bed. She was leaning
 back, resting her weight on one arm, thrusting out her
 ample chest, trying to look sexy. Karen had to admit,
 the lights washed out the effect of some of that make
 up, she actually looked better. 

 Past the lights, almost lost behind their glare, sat
 Richard. He was slouched in a chair not far from the
 room's outer door. He was gave her a hello by waving
 his fingers at her. Karen nodded back. Bruce and Susan
 ignored her. Bruce was asking her a series of ques-
 tions, evidently trying to put her at ease in front of
 the camera. 

  Karen turned her attention to Richard. He was just as
 cute in person as in the video. He was wearing a pair
 of those sport under shorts. Sort of jockey shorts
 with the long legs. He needed them. There was a dis-
 tinct bulge running down one leg.  He had that leg
 thrown over an arm of the chair and was mindlessly
 watching Susan as if she were a Saturday morning
 cartoon. Every few seconds he would run a hand along
 the length of that bulge. Karen could swear it was
 getting bigger, or maybe that was just wishful
 thinking.

 Wham...wham...wham... From somewhere outside their
 room came the sound of someone slamming their hand
 on a door or wall. "Susan?... Susan Myrtle-Sue
 Jones?...are you in there?" bawled a man from not
 too far away. 

 "Oh shit," said Susan, "Its my daddy." Oh shit thought
 Karen, its her daddy.

 "Oh shit," said Bruce, "It's your daddy?"  

 "Myrtle-Sue?" said Richard?

 "Susan?" yelled another, younger male voice. 

 They all looked at Susan. "That's Jimmy, my sometimes
 boyfriend, he thinks he owns me."

 "Are they prone to violence?" asked Karen. 

 The sound of a door frame splintering pretty well
 answered the question, but Susan filled in, "Yeah,
 Daddy loves to beat up people."

 "And Jimmy?"
 
 "He never gets into fist fights. He just shoots at
 people."

 "Ohhh...dear ," moaned Bruce. For such a big man,
 carrying such a heavy load, he was very agile. Bruce
 hustled his bulky body through the motel room's
 bathroom door without so much as brushing an elbow.
 The door lock clicked behind him.

 Karen looked at Susan. Susan was looking at Richard as
 if to ask, what do we do next? Richard was out of his
 chair but unfortunately he looked like a deer caught
 in the head lights. Karen went to the outside door and
 cracked it open. There was no one on the walkway but
 the two women who had been in the other room, and they
 were headed the other way in a hurry. She grabbed
 Richard by the hand. Funny, he was shorter in person
 than he looked on TV. Maybe that was why his... oh
 never mind that now, thought Karen.  She dragged
 Richard outside and motioned for Susan to follow. 

 Once on the walkway, Karen shoved the couple in front
 of her and pointed to her car. "Get in the big blue
 Ford down at the end." Karen could hear voices raised
 in anger. She felt guilty about leaving the others,
 well maybe not the babe guy. 

 They were almost to the car when Karen heard a yell,
 "There they go Mr. Jones."

 "Shoot them sons of bitches," yelled the daddy, "her
 too, she ain't no daughter of mine."

 "Time to run." urged Karen. She could hear heavy foot-
 steps behind them. 

 By the time they reached her car Karen had opened her
 car doors with  the remote control. Susan and Richard
 piled in the back. As Karen jammed her key in the
 ignition, she saw that Jimmy had give up chasing them
 on foot. He was running  for an old red pick up truck.
 
 Karen jammed her car into reverse, backed out of the
 parking spot, jerked the transmission into drive and
 headed for the exit, barely missing Jimmy as he tried
 to put the truck in her way. Karen had moaned when her
 uncle had purchased the biggest thing Ford made for
 company cars. He had patiently explained that most of
 the mechanical parts of the car were the same as those
 found on a cop car.  

 Karen had grudgingly admitted that the big boats
 handled pretty well and she absolutely blessed him now
 as she bounced the car onto the highway and floored it.
 The big V8 rumbled and then roared up through the revs.
 She looked in the rear view mirror. Susan and Richard
 were holding on to each other, looking out the back
 window. Karen looked past them, Jimmy was turning onto
 the highway back at the motel. Her Ford changed up a
 gear, Karen looked at the speedometer, it was passing
 sixty. She left her foot on the floor. As the car got
 to eighty miles an hour they were beginning to catch
 up to traffic.  Karen swerved into the oncoming lane,
 passed a couple of cars and then swerved back into her
 own lane. 

 "Whooo.." yelled Susan. Karen looked back. Susan and
 Richard were piled in one corner on top of one another.
 
 "You might want to put on a seat belt," warned Karen.
 But the couple wasn't listening to her. They were too
 busy accidentally on purpose feeling up one another.
 Karen resisted the urge to stop and throw them out of
 the car. Here she was, trying to save their butts and
 they were making out like teenagers. 

 But back to the matter at hand. Karen knew that she
 couldn't pass every car that slowed her, and eventually
 the traffic would allow Jimmy to catch up. She needed
 to lose him all together. And a few minutes later her
 chance appeared. "Hold on," she cried and firmly
 applied the brakes. The big car squatted as the anti-
 lock brakes let Karen keep the car under control. She
 felt a thump behind her  and heard a yelp of pain as
 Susan and Richard rolled onto the floor. Serves them
 right , she thought, as she turned the car into a large
 sub-division with which she was familiar. 

 The car plowed across the road as it looked for trac-
 tion. Just before Karen thought the car must go into a
 ditch, the tires bit, the front end came around and
 Karen was able to get the car traveling in a straight
 line once more. She gunned the car to the next inter-
 section and turned right. After making two more turns,
 she slowed dramatically and began to look for Jimmy and
 his red truck. When Karen decided that he must have be
 lost in the sub-divisions many dead ends and cul-de-
 sacs, she headed back to the main road and back toward
 the city. 

 "Where do you want me to take you, Susan?" asked Karen.
 
 Susan's face appeared from behind the seat back. Her
 make up was badly smeared. "Oh...uh...I guess I better
 not go home for a while. Take me to my cousin Martha's
 house." Susan gave Karen the address.

 Karen drove on, mindful of the laughs and giggles
 coming from the back seat. What in the world were
 those two up to, she wondered. Karen adjusted the
 rear view mirror downward so she could see more of
 the action behind her. 

 Oh my god, she thought. Sticking up like a fleshy
 periscope was Richard's cock. Karen couldn't believe
 it. Richard was lying on the back seat of the car and
 his unbelievable penis was sticking straight up, its
 head, nearly as big as Susan's fist, was clearly
 visible to anyone who cared to look in the Ford. 

 "Uh...guys...I know that shared danger can be sort of
 arousing, but do you think this such a good idea?"
 Richard didn't reply, he looked sort of dazed. I guess
 his brain suffers from loss of blood when that huge
 boner fills up, she thought. 

 Susan looked petulant, "Hey I want a job in the movies,
 and I can't pass up a chance to try out. Besides,
 what's your problem? Looks like you get to take him
 home." At that Susan crossed her arms in front of her,
 grabbed the bottom of her tube top and jerked it off
 over her head, revealing a pair of firm, young, and
 sizable tits. "And can you beat these, honey?"

 Karen opened her mouth to refute everything Susan had
 just said, except that part about her tits, they were
 terrific, but she just shut up and drove. The faster
 I get to cousin Martha's, the quicker I get rid of
 this girl, thought Karen. 

 She couldn't help but keep an eye on the rear view
 mirror. Susan took her tits in hand and wrapped them
 around Richard's hard on. She began a steady up and
 down stroke with a bit of a twist at the top of her
 stroke. In just a minute her tits were glistening with
 precum and Richard was gasping and moaning. Apparently,
 without the necessity of saving himself for the next
 scene or camera shot Richard was just a guy trying to
 get off as quickly as possible. "That's it baby,"
 cooed Susan. She buried his cock head in her tits and
 sort of jiggled her tits around it. Richard's moans
 became a gasping whine and his hips bucked up and down.
 "Oh yeah," whispered Susan, looking down at the ab-
 solute flood of cum that erupted from between her
 breasts. 

 Susan sat there, her hands under her breasts, trying
 to hold them so that Richard's spunk wouldn't drip all
 over her. It was a ridiculous situation that had Karen
 stifling a laugh. She grabbed an old towel from under
 her seat and threw it over her shoulder. As it hit
 Susan in the face, Karen said, "Here, use this." The
 towel was used for accidental spills, although Karen
 had been thinking of coffee and colas, not this. 

 By the time they reached her cousins house, Susan was
 dressed and Richard had tucked himself in once more.
 "Thank you, dear," said Susan, her voice dripping
 with false politeness, as she tossed the towel into
 Karen's lap. 

 Karen picked up the towel with two fingers and dropped
 it onto the car floor. "No problem," she replied, but
 Susan's attention was entirely on Richard.

 "Now you be sure to call me." gushed Susan.

 "I can't miss," said Richard, holding up his arm where
 she'd scrawled three different phone numbers in ink.
 
 As Karen drove off, Susan was backing down the walk,
 waving until they were out of sight. "Well, you
 certainly made an impression on her," said Karen as
 they drove away. 

 "Well, I know it's not my intellect or personality
 that impresses them. Look, I'm sorry, you saved me
 from a beating or worse, then I behaved awfully in
 your car, and I'm afraid I don't even know your name."
 
 "Karen, Karen Stark."

 "Hi, my name's Richard. And if its a part in a video
 you're after, just tell me when you can work. I owe
 you big time." 

 For a second Karen had the image or her and Richard
 getting it on in front of a camera. He would worship
 her and she would handle his.... . Karen shook the
 fantasy out of her head. "To tell you the truth
 Richard, I'm a private investigator. I was hired by a
 man, who says he's your father, to find you." 

 "My father? Wow, I never met him." 

 "Would you like to? I mean I can put you two together
 or I can just give him your mailing address or phone
 number."

 "Oh I want to meet him. Is that where we're going?"

 Karen had to admit that she hadn't thought it all
 through. She was sort of on automatic pilot, headed
 in the direction of her apartment. "I guess the first
 thing we should do is get you some clothes. Where do
 you live?" It turned out that her place was much
 closer. "We can go by my apartment, my boyfriend has
 some jeans and stuff  there. They shouldn't be too
 big on you. Then we can call your father." 

 "Sounds like a plan to me," he smiled at Karen. "My
 mother certainly had a wild story to tell about him.
 It'll be fun to find out if it's true."

 "What did she say?" asked Karen.

 "Well, it went something like this. At the end of
 World War Two this Nazi doctor....not Mingle..uh...
 Mangle, not the famous one, but this other guy got a
 hold of some of that well known Nazi gold and then he
 and some bud's ran away to Argentina. This doctor was
 a real genius at genetics and pretty soon he had
 doubled, or something like that, the amount of beef
 production in that country. So no one in the govern-
 ment squawked when he carved out his own little
 empire. He was a pretty well bent dude. He was a
 homo, with a real thing for guys with big dicks. Uh
 penises."

 Karen laughed, "Dicks, cocks, don't worry about it."

 "Yeah," Richard said, "anyway, he started to experi-
 ment, using his buddies and breeding them to the local
 peasants, then giving them all sorts of chemicals. I
 mean, if some of these people disappeared no one dared
 to say anything. So, this doctor kind of struck gold
 when my father came along. Then my mother.."

 Karen interrupted, "Where does she live?"

 "She died in a car wreck a couple of years ago."

 "I'm sorry."

 "No problem," said Richard. "Uh ... yeah...she said my
 father was even more...uh ..endowed than me, and this
 doctor had him spend most of his time trying to knock
 up the local women."  

 "Oh wow," was all Karen could think to say. 

 "Yeah, but my mother wasn't one of those women. Her
 father was a gardener for the doctor and he tried to
 keep her hidden, as well as he could, from all the
 wild stuff going on around that place. But I guess
 she couldn't resist seeing a man who had such an
 erotic reputation. My mother always insisted that my
 father really loved her. Anyway, she ended up pregnant
 and my grandfather about went nuts. He shipped mom off
 to live with a cousin in America. She wrote letters
 back home trying to find out what was happening to my
 father. Was he coming to America to live with her, and
 such? But my grandfather finally convinced her to stay
 here and forget about my father."

 "It sounds like there's a movie plot in there some-
 where."

 Richard laughed, "Yeah, my friend Don, he's the guy
 you saw first back there. He probably called you babe
 about a thousand times?" Karen nodded. "he and I
 actually produce independent films. Maybe we could
 make a sort of tragic, fantasy, romance thing. Anyway,
 these sex videos we make help with the financing. I
 hope Don's all right. I'll have to call him."

 By that time they had pulled into Karen's parking
 space in front of her apartment complex. Karen picked
 up the towel, she couldn't believe there was so much
 of Richard's cum in it that she could feel its weight.
 She handed it to him. There's a pool around back," she
 said, "if you'll hold this in front of you, then
 people will think you're going swimming and not
 running around in your underwear."

 "OK," he grinned. Karen gathered up her things and in
 a minute they were in her apartment. Karen got them a
 couple of sodas, showed Richard the phone, and went
 into her bedroom to pull out Joe's jeans and a tee
 shirt.

 "Uh....Karen, could you come here a sec.?" called
 Richard from her living room.

 "Sure," she called back. When Karen walked into the
 room, she was shocked to see Mr. Schmidt and his aide
 standing  there. The aide was holding a pistol casually
 by his side. 

 "Good afternoon," said Schmidt, very proper, his
 clothing looking as fresh as it did earlier this morn-
 ing.

 A dozen confusing thoughts, questions to ask and things
 to say ran through Karen's mind, but then something
 clicked. "All those questions about what kind car I
 drive,  you had me tailed, or put some sort of trace on
 it." Schmidt didn't deny anything. "But why this? Why
 the gun? We probably would have shown up on your door
 step in another hour." 

 Schmidt nodded, "I'm afraid this isn't a movie where
 the villain, I suppose I am the villain here, reveals
 his motivation and how he intends to carry out his
 nefarious plans." He checked his watch and then spread
 his hands before him, "But please, be my guest, dazzle
 me with your powers of deduction. Tell me what I'm
 doing here."

 Karen looked at Richard. He was back into his deer in
 the headlights mode. Clearly he wasn't going to be of
 any help. Karen figured that she had few options to go
 with. She could remain passive and hope that she sur-
 vived whatever these two assholes had in mind, or she
 could try to evade them, fat chance of that, or attack
 them. In any case she wanted her special key chain
 near at hand. Karen cleared her throat, then moved
 casually to her living room sofa and sat. With her arm
 on the sofa next to the end table, her hand was only
 inches from her key fob baton.  

 She desperately tried to think of something, anything
 to say. "Well, from what Richard said, I think you guys
 need him back home pretty bad. I bet your first cash
 cow, the Nazi doctor, has been dead a while now. And
 you had some sick sex racket going with Richard's daddy
 making boys with big dicks so you could sell them in
 the Far East, or maybe Rio. Then he dies, and you found
 out somehow that Richard was alive and well in the
 United States. So now you're going to kidnap him and...
 and..."

 Schmidt smiled thinly, "And what are we going to do
 with you?"

 "You're going to take my word that I won't call the
 cops?" 

 "I think not," Schmidt looked at his watch once more
 and then looked at his aide as if he were about to
 give orders. 

 "Look," squeaked Karen, "take my car. I mean, I could
 set up housekeeping in my trunk. You can use it to get
 around in and  then you could leave me in there until
 you were about to leave the country, then you call my
 office and tell them where to find me. That way I get
 to live and you get what you want. I'm sure you have
 enough influence in Argentina to quash any diplomatic
 problems. I mean how hard will the State Department
 yell about a porn star with no influence or family."

 Schmidt and his aide exchanged looks. Schmidt gave
 another of his small shrugs and said "The trunk, not
 a bad idea, get her keys."

 Karen watched the aide turn toward her. She knew the
 inside of that trunk would be the last thing she ever
 saw. "Here," she said, putting some relief in her
 voice as if a solution to all their problems had been
 found. As the aide took a step in her direction, Karen
 first extended her right hand with the keys and then
 she swung up her left hand and grasp the device firmly.
 She lunged and pushed the button. The end of the baton
 snapped out and slammed into the aide's ribs.

 She would have heard a whoosh of agonizing pain from
 the aide, but it was drowned in the ear splitting
 explosion from his pistol when his fingers spasmed and
 pulled the trigger.

 Karen whipped the baton in an arc, keeping her arm at
 near full extension and smashed it onto the aide's
 wrist as he was trying to bring the pistol to bear.
 There was a satisfying crack of bone, and the pistol
 fell to the floor. She followed through by smashing
 the heel of her hand into his nose, snapping his head
 back. The aide staggered back into the path of Schmidt
 who making a play for the gun. As the two men tangled,
 Karen grabbed the pistol and held it on the two men. 

 "OK," she said, her voice sounded muffled. The sound
  from the pistol shot had done a number on her ears.
 "You've broken in here and threatened us with kidnap-
 ping at the very least . If you want to see whether
 I'll use this thing, just take a step closer." The
 aide was busy alternating between trying to ease the
 pain of his broken wrist and then his bloody nose.
 Schmidt could only sighed and offer his man a starched
 white handkerchief. 

 "Richard...Richard !" Karen had to yell at him.
 Richard hadn't moved through the whole thing. 

 He blinked, "Huh?"

 "Pick up that phone and hit number one on the speed
 dial. Just say, `Karen needs help'" 

 In five minutes two of LA's finest, uniformed female
 officers, had taken the pistol from Karen, called the
 paramedics for the aide and then, just for good
 measure, handcuffed everyone in sight. A few minutes
 after that police detectives and Karen's Uncle Max
 showed up. Karen and Richard were freed from the hand-
 cuffs. She told her story to the detectives, most of
 the story anyway. Then she told it again to FBI agents
 and then again to some people from the immigration
 department. 

 Then some guys in dark suits, along with a guy who
 looked like he lived in a dumpster, showed up. They
 never spoke to Karen or Richard, but they seemed to
 know Max. Cell phones rang. Pagers paged. There were
 several whispered conversations. When the guys in
 black, and flannel for the dumpster guy, left, they
 took Schmidt and his partner, splint on the arm and
 taped up nose and all, with them.  

 At some point Richard had dressed in Joe's jeans and
 shirt. Every time Karen glanced at Richard she saw the
 two female officers hovering around him like they were
 ten years old and he was a puppy they wanted to take
 home. Max walked over to Richard, "Son if I were you
 I'd count myself fortunate to get out this in one
 piece. And if you feel the urge to sue someone or tell
 your tale to some tabloid just remember that all of
 those feds here today know the number to the IRS."

 "No problem sir," he looked at the officers. "Are you
 ladies going to take me home? Want to put me back in
 cuffs?"

 "You're not a suspect, you're free." said one of the
 officers as they ginned at each other, and then they
 each took one of Richard's arms and headed for the
 door. 

 "Oh," Richard sounded disappointed.
 
 As the door closed, Max turned to his niece, "OK,
 before I chew you out  for risking your life, tell me
 all the stuff you left out."

 "Huh, what do you mean?"

 "I know you, I could see you holding something back
 from across the room."

 Karen took a deep breath and told her story one more
 time. This time she put in all the details, except for
 her little nooner in her office. She was close to Max,
 but not that close. She had recounted the big dick
 theory as to why Richard was being kidnapped, when
 Max's face contorted and his whole body shook. Karen
 was worried, "Uncle Max are you all right?"

 He burst out laughing, "I'm sorry honey, but that's
 the silliest thing I ever heard." 

 "Well I'm sorry. I know I made it up on the spot, but
 it sounded kind of logical. Do you know any different."

 "Oh....," he smiled. "I apologize for laughing. Yes,
 I think I can put together what'll happen. That last
 bunch that came in were from... well never mind, but
 I heard enough to think that Richard's father is some
 sort of high panjandrum in the Argentine government,
 and Schmidt was probably going to blackmail him with
 a son that he came by under questionable circumstances."

 "And they're not going to be  locked up? I mean you
 sent Richard out of here as if there would be no trial,
 like nothing had ever happened."

 "Yeah, my guess is they'll turn Schmidt over. I mean
 he'll end up working for the CIA or some such."

 Karen just waved her hand in front of her face, "What-
 ever," she said in disgust. 

 Her uncle's face turned grim. "Now about using that
 baton on an armed attacker." Karen and her uncle
 talked, or maybe argued, for a while longer and then
 he left. She realized that she hadn't eaten since that
 bagel for breakfast, and decided that a shower, more
 than a few drinks and big meal were in order.

 When Karen came out of the shower, Joe was standing
 there. Karen had to stifle a gasp, she'd had too many
 surprises today. "Hey, what are you doing back so
 soon?"

 "Oh we never got off the ground. There were so many
 delays and problems, the powers that be decided just
 to wait until tomorrow." Joe turned to the closet.
 "Have you seen my jeans?"
 
 Oh oh, thought Karen, he loved those jeans. Karen
 dropped the towel she'd had wrapped around her and
 walked over to Joe. "If you'll wine me and dine me,
 then I'll tell you a hot story about those jeans."

 "Oh? said Joe, wrapping one arm around her shoulders
 and cupping a breast with the other. "And what would
 you like to eat?"

 "You know, I've had a craving all day for a big...
 uh... steak?" 

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