The Private Eye and the Public Dick

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 c***d 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 b***d 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?”