My guide, Diamond; a girl from war-torn France. My client, Miss Adreanna; Madame of a kinky brothel. My teacher, The Major; former military intelligence from the European theatre. Me? I'm Rex Knight, Detective who discovers my attraction to leather. I'm on a mission to recover one call girl named Cherry from a ship in the Atlantic where anything goes, as long as the Captain approves. |
( Cherry is sitting waiting when ...) My daydreaming was interrupted as suddenly, the curtain is pulled aside and a figure appears. It's not the waiter. I raise my gaze and see a man who looks like an undertaker. He is holding a leash. He stands in silence for a moment, then taps the table. I reach into my bra and pull out the token I was given when I signed up. I tossed it into the table in his direction. It danced and spun. He slapped like he was swatting a fly. The silence returned. He picked up the coin and examined it before putting it in his pocket. Then he curled his finger at me, beckoning me to leave the safety of the booth. I pulled out my chair and was almost standing when I heard a click. In one swift and practiced motion, he had reached out and attached the leash to the ring on my collar. He tugged at it and we started walking to the exit. His movement was that of a person with a train to catch. Down the hall, to the exit, we went. He opened the door and we walked out into the alley. It may as well have been a graveyard. The air was stifling. Not a sound and only the moonlight shone through from above. (to be continued) |
(Rex Knight and Madam Adrianna) She continued, taking a step towards me, "I will send you one of my girls tonight. Take her where she wants to go." She placed her left hand's fingertips under my lapel. Moving her fingers under my coat leaving her thumb on top. "She will explain more to you." She ran her hand down the material. Her nails ran over my nipple. Almost in an afterthought, she continued, "A new suit," She looked at my tie. "You're going need one." She ran her fingers over the material and my nipple again, which had hardened. Her hand moved to my tie, which she adjusted...tighter. I swallowed instinctively. Then she shot me that "Do or Die" glance. "Results, not excuses, detective. Bring her back, at all cost.” She withdrew her hand and her gaze and turned away from me. (to be continued) |
(Diamond is reflecting on her past)
I was 16 at the beginning of the war. The Nazis invaded Paris in May of 1940. I had managed to escape to the south, to Vichi, France. I stayed at many places along the way, abandond houses mostly, a few barns. It was hard to get food. Nothing was ripe in the fields, and what was there had been picked over by the others before me. I kept moving south. I knew I had to reach civilization sooner or later.
Then one morning I awoke as five men stared at me. They had guns. I was so afraid. I looked at them, standing between the hay I was laying in and the door to the barn. All in silhouette, with faces of darkness, some with smoke wafting from their cigarettes. They were all men. I closed my mouth which had been left open from a gasp of panic. Then I drew my dress over my legs, covering any temptation. Then one of them spoke, in French, and I hoped I had found safety.(to be continued) |
(At the Pelican Club)
That's when a brunette with long hair and a barely there dress came from the back, from one of the alcoves I presume. She sat at the other end and ordered a drink. I kept one eye on the entrance and the other on her. Her hair draped partly over her face, which didn't seem to bother her. She glanced over at the group which was now being lead away by the Maitre d'Hotel to a booth somewhere behind me and in the back. That left just her and me at opposite ends of the bar.
Hell, I have some time to burn. I got up and started moving to the other end of the bar, towards the mystery at the opposite end. The bartender caught my movement. I placed my empty glass mid-journey and asked for another. I arrived at the far end before my drink. He placed in front of me. She reviewed it. "What a terrible torture for zee scotch to endure. Ice changes zee" she paused , "Oh, how do you say it? Zee arome et saveur." She spoke with a French accent. "It's Bourbon.", I replied. "How terrible zen, for zee ice."(to be continued) |
(Arriving at In Persuit by cab)
I got out paid the cabby, telling him the keep the change. I started toward the front door when I heard.
"Hey Bud!" I returned and peered into the cab. He just looked at me and gave his head a sideways nod. "Forget something?" I looked into the back an there was Diamond, sitting patiently, looking at me. I walked around and opened the door for her. She glided her legs out and offered me her hand. I took it and helped her out. I closed the door and she cut me a stare, whispering. "Rex, my dear, you are going to have to act like a gentleman now, if you want to treat me like a slut later." (to be continued) |
(Rex meets the Head Librarian)
"May I help you, sir?" She spoke with a very proper voice. I half expected a crown to be hidden in her grey hair
"Yes, Ma'am, I'm needing some information for a case I am working on. I was hoping you could point be in the right direction." I looked over to the area with the books. "Most certainly, sir. Please follow me." It was a short stroll over to the card catalog. "What topic are we interested in, sir." "William Marston" I thought a direct answer would be the best answer. She froze for a second and then turned around, pushing a smile across her mouth. "Whom was that, sir?" "WIlliam Marston, the guy who invented the lie detector." "I thought that's whom you said, sir. " She blinked, maintaining her composer and continued, "Are you aware, sir, that though he may have invented the lie detector, he is a purveyor of corruption and lies?" |
(At the used book store)
I hailed a taxi and gave him the address. He stated it would be about a 20 minute ride, as it was located in one of the outlying municipalities from downtown, in Norman. It had a formal business district for the permanent residence and comprised of two main drags. Each was a one way street with angled parking along both sides, all of it metered and efficiently patrolled by the local meter maid brigade.
Norman hosted a college, a few miles south. The students were given there own "downtown" area where the students could entertain themselves without disturbing the locals. Thats where I was going. The taxi pulled over at a row of quaint shops. I paid the fare and got out. A millinery was displaying the lastest fashion for ladies and men. There was a diner serving lunch, which made me hungry. The book store was nestled in between them. It wasn't well marked except on the door where it read, Second Edition, open 9 to 5, Tuesday to Saturday, closed for lunch at noon. I was in luck, it was 11:45. I don't remember ever being in a used book store before. I opened the door which rang a little bell that was suspended over it. That cause me to look up and see Heaven. I'm sure that was not her name, but when a dame is on a ladder you see things like stocking seams and dress hems, it sure seems like it. I must have stared too long cause she cleared her throat to move my line of sight upward. Still, she greeted me with a smile and an "Hello". She came down, one foot after the other, till she was once again on Terra Firma. "Good afternoon. That's quite talent, climbing a ladder in heels." "Oh?" she said rather blandly, "I do all kinds of things in heels." I sensed a slight yet quick grin dance across her face. |
(At the Majors house)
We walked up the stairs. The front door had a large knocker on it. It looked reminded me of the theatre masks, Comedy and Tragedy, except Comedy had a distinctive evil look. And Tragedy looked quietly pleased. I gave two raps on the door. The door opened yet we were greeted by no one. We walked in and I casually peered behind the door. I froze.
From behind the door appeared a girl in her 20's. Long black hair with bangs. She had a red ball in her mouth held in place with a cord around her head. The rest of her outfit was like that of a French maid, like the ones I see in the Men's magazines with thigh-high silk stockings, with one exception, both her breasts were on display, each nipple pierced with rings large enough to slip a finger through. Fortunately, Diamond yanked the leash gently, to bring me out of my trace. The young lady held out an arm, directing us to enter deeper into the foyer. She closed the door, locking it. She then looked at me, touching her hand to the top of her head. "She wants your hat, Master." I handed over my hat with my free hand. The girl moved towards my dinner partner who had turned her back to me. She removed her coat, revealing her garment in its entirety. "Holy shit!", I said under my breath. Both ladies turned to me, Diamond was smiling, the other was not. Just like the faces on the door. "No swearing, Master. House rules." Diamond was wearing a fishnet dress which was heavily beaded with white sparkling beads, that hugged her curves from shoulder to waist. After that, it fanned out like a skirt. The kind of skirt that moved when she walked, in a gentle spanking motion. I could see her skin through the quarter-sized spaces. Then she turned around. There was nothing left to the imagination, which only made my imagination go wild. She was completely naked under her garment. |
Our room was on the floor below the main deck. The luggage was placed in our room and he left. SS24 took a few steps to the door, turned and said. "Welcome again Sir, Would you enjoy a wake up call?" I replied with a time somewhere about 10am. "Would you enjoy coffee with bagels with a variety of spreadables in the morning?" I nodded yet again. She was about to turn when I spoke up. "May I ask a few questions?"
"You may always ask, Sir." "How did you get your job on this ship?" She paused for a momment, "My Master lost me in a bet to another Master. He then used me to pay for a gambling debt." "So you're stuck here forever?" "No Sir, I and some of the other ships proxies are for sale, through Madam Ballinsky. She is the ships pharmasist and psychic." "What an odd combination." I stopped and looked thoughtful for a momment. "And the black robes?" "The black robes signify a ships proxy doing the captains bidding. They are to be generally ignored. Anything else Sir? I shook my head no and with that the door was closed. We were alone at last. |
"SS24, may we decloak for a moment so I may engage with this proxy?"
"Of course, Sir." She had barely disrobed when the naked submissive, #34, came up to me. "Oh dear Sir, please forgive this girl for interrupting your groups stealth. Please Sir, put these handcuffs on me?" I gave it a thought, saw no harm and nodded. She took a pair of cuffs out of a wooden cigar box and handed them to me, then reached over to a post with a noose hanging off the arm, like a small telephone pole. That's when I took a step back and saw it was a hangman's post. I exclaimed "Say, what are you doing?" "Oh my Master and I are playing hide and seek. He knows I don't like being hung, so I thought if I looked like that, he would think it was not me. Please Sir, put the cuffs on me and ignore me, before he sees you?" She dropped the cigar box on the deck and did her best to stand on it. The box barely had enough room for one foot. This forced her to stand on her toes. She slid the noose over her head and put her hands behind her back. I slapped the cuffs on her. |