THE VENTURE CITY MYSTERIES
CLOSE PROTECTION
BY DICK SPEED
Copyright 2012 by Dick Speed
Smashwords Edition
Name: Marshall Dukane
Age: 29
Occupation: Private Detective, former Military Policeman, US Marine Corps
Location: Venture City, California, United States
Marital Status: Single
Case: Close Protection
CLOSE PROTECTION
ONE
Albert Schlong was the kind of guy that I’d come to loath during my life time; arrogant, self opinionated, ignorant and full of his own self importance. But here he was, sitting in my office at Venture City Investigations, offering me the chance of a lucrative case. Schlong was a Hollywood agent and his star client was one Miss Dita Toulouse, actress and current bad girl of the LA press. I’d seen a couple of her movies and thought they sucked but she’d come across as sexy and seductive on the big screen.
Schlong was dressed in an expensive gray suit, although his short, tubby frame didn’t carry off the look of a suave Hollywood agent. He jabbered in short, coarse barks and insisted on smoking a cigar which filled my small office with acrid layers of blue smoke. I coughed and opened the window as wide as it would go. Sweat glistened on the top of Schlong’s bald head as he spoke and I wondered how long it would be before the guy suffered a coronary.
“Dita wanted to come here for a few day’s break, God only knows why,” Schlong babbled. “She wanted to get away from LA for a while. And as I said, she was getting these weird notes, saying things like “I’m gonna get what’s mine,” “You owe me,” and “Pay Up,” and all kinds of shit like that.”
“How were the notes delivered?”
“They got to her on the movie set, in her trailer, through the mail, all kinds of places. At first, we just thought it was some crackpot jerking around but last night she got another note shoved under her hotel room door.” Schlong took a long puff on his cigar and exhaled the smoke right into my face.
I wafted the smoke away. “Have you contacted the police?” I spluttered.
“Yeah, but they don’t want to know because the notes haven’t actually been threatening, they said. This jerk sending the notes, whoever he is, has obviously followed us to Venture City. It’s freaking her out. My worry is she’ll turn down movie parts if she gets too traumatized.”
Schlong showed his true colors. He wasn’t worried about Dita Toulouse as a person, only his agent’s commission fee.
“Does she employ bodyguards?” I asked.
“Only sometimes when she’s in LA at premieres and things. She doesn’t like the hassle of being watched all the time. Says it makes her paranoid.”
“Have you still got the note from last night?”
Schlong reached into his jacket pocket and produced a screwed up piece of paper. He flung it on the desk in front of me. I unfolded the note and read the message constructed of letters cut from pieces of newspaper and stuck to the paper. It read “You can’t hide from me.”
“So you want me to find whoever’s been sending these notes?” I asked, trying to clarify exactly what Schlong wanted me to do.
“Yeah, we need to put a stop to this, once and for all. I’ll pay you $5000 flat fee if you can find this asshole.”
“Okay, I’ll take the case,” I said. “How long are you in town for?”
“For the next three days. We’re staying at the Venture Inn.” Schlong took out a business card with his cell number on it and tossed it onto the desk. “Call me if you need anything.”
We shook hands and Schlong left the office.
I sat and wondered where the hell to start the search. Three days to find some crazed guy in the city was going to be like searching for a virgin in a whorehouse.
TWO
I thought about the situation surrounding the case and stared at the crumpled note Schlong had given to me. Most of the notes had referred to money so whoever sent them must be short of cash. If they were staying here in Venture they’d be booked into one of the more down-market, cheaper establishments. Also, they must be a resident in Los Angeles or around the Hollywood area to be able to continually hand deliver the previous notes.
A quick internet search produced twelve cheap hotels and motels in the city. I grabbed the phone and began the painstaking task of calling the various receptions on the list and inquiring if anyone from Hollywood or LA had booked a room in the last few days. Most of the people who answered the calls were pretty much unhelpful or unwilling to disclose any information about their guests.
A possible lead materialized after the eighth call to a place called ‘Western Heights.’ A female answered the call and told me a shifty looking guy had booked in the previous afternoon and changed his name and address in the register. He’d paid cash but didn’t stay the night in his room. She’d found a newspaper cut to shreds when she’d cleaned the room in the morning. I told her I’d be right over for a closer look.
I drove across the city to Western Heights, a few blocks from the Venture Inn. The hotel was a small, pink stucco Spanish style building with several contained rooms to the right of the reception and parking lot. I parked, made my way into reception and was met by a young, black girl with a cute smile and a bobbed style hairdo.
“Hi, I’m Marshall Dukane. We spoke on the phone earlier,” I said, proffering a handshake.
“Oh, hi, I’m Sienna,” the girl said, standing up and returning the handshake.
She was dressed in a sleeveless white shirt and a short blue skirt. I noticed her large boobs wobble beneath her shirt as we shook hands. She was tall and looked like she regularly worked out with toned bare arms and muscular, broad thighs.
“I don’t know if I should tell you this but that guy I told you about was really creeping me out,” she said. “I’m here on my own looking after the place while my parents are away at a convention in Vegas.”
“Do you work here full time?”
“No, I’ve just finished college but I used to work here in the holidays to earn some money.”
“What did you major in?”
“Tennis,” she squealed excitedly. “I’m going to be a tennis coach. I’ve got a job in Spain and I start next month.”
“Well, congratulations, that’s great.”
“Thanks.” She smiled and gave me an unexpected hug. “Wow, you’re pretty solid. Are you a sportsman too?” she asked, looking me up and down. “Feel those muscles,” she said, squeezing my biceps. “Let me guess…you were a college football star?”
“I did play football at college but was hardly the star,” I laughed. “The muscle was built by the Marine Corps.”
“You were a marine? Wow, I love those guys.”
“Nine years, for my sins.” I noticed she was gazing into my eyes and we held the stare for a few seconds. I smiled, she smiled and I thought she was going to kiss me.
Instead she waved her hand in front of her face as if to cool herself down. “Phew,” she sighed. “I better show you this room.”
Sienna took some keys from a rack behind the reception desk and led the way to room number five, where the mystery guy had booked in. She bent forwards towards the door to put the key in the lock. I stood behind her and watched the back of her short skirt rise up, revealing a perfect pair of bare, firm buttocks, with a thin strip of black material the length and width of her ass crack. She unlocked the door and pushed it open. I followed her into the room and she closed the door behind us.
“I’ve cleaned the room but left the stuff in the waste basket,” she said.
I scrabbled through the garbage contents and found the remains of the “LA Times” with letters cut from several pages. I took out the note and compared the two. The missing letters were the ones stuck on the note. This guy was definitely our man but who was he?
“Can I take a look at the register? I think this is our…” I turned to look at Sienna but my words stopped short. She lay on the bed with one leg cocked; bent at the knee, causing the skirt to rise to the top of her powerfully built thighs. She had unbuttoned her shirt down to her naval and flashed me a sinful, seductive smile.
“Okay, we’ll have a look in a while. Let’s have some fun first,” she whispered and beckoned me over to the bed.
I couldn’t resist and immediately felt my cock fighting the restraints of my pants. I moved towards her and she rolled onto her back and raised her arms above her head. I perched on the side of the bed and moved my head closer to hers. Her lips were moist, we briefly kissed, my tongue exploring hers. I gently pulled away, desperate to see more of that toned naked flesh. I slid my hand downwards and slowly undid the remaining buttons of her shirt. Her breathing became heavier as I parted the shirt revealing her black bra and naked midriff. I watched the tops of her huge breasts rise and fall in rhythm with her breathing.
I ran my hand over her stomach up to the tops of her breasts then slid my fingers inside the right bra cup. The flesh felt smooth and soft until my fingers reached the rubbery summit of the nipple tip. I rubbed up and down until the nipple fully erected. Sienna gasped slightly as I pinched the hardening tip.
My cock thumped against the crotch of my pants as I pulled down the bra cup to reveal her huge right tit and enormous ebony nipple. I circled the circumference of the nipple with my finger before flicking the tip up and down. Then I bent over her and moved my mouth to the erect, pointed summit of the mound of flesh. I sucked the nipple hard and gently bit the tip causing her to gasp in husky tones.
Sienna pulled at the back of my shirt and I sat upright and let her slip it over my head. She ran her fingers over my chest and squeezed my biceps. I moved my hand onto her thighs and felt the strong muscles beneath the smooth, silky skin. She parted her thighs and I slipped my hand further upwards under the skirt. My fingers ran over the mound between her legs and up and down the cleft, covered by her panties. I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs and caught hold of the edges of her panties before pulling them down, sliding smoothly over her bare legs.
I flicked the skirt up above her waist revealing her gaping, shaved pussy. My fingers followed the line of her vagina and I circled around the lips before slipping inside her. She moaned as my fingers circled her clit. I thrust my fingers, back and forward, in and out causing her to gasp and her pussy to moisten more with every stroke. She pumped her pelvis up and down in rhythm with my thrusts. I positioned myself towards the foot of the bed so my head was between the tops of her thighs. My tongue flicked across the firm flesh then I moved closer and buried my face in her pussy.
Sienna gave a short shriek as my tongue lapped against her clit. I carried on using my fingers and tongue to stimulate her until my cheeks and chin were soaked in female cum. My cock was begging to be released and get inside that soft wet pussy.
“I can’t wait any longer,” I said, withdrawing my head from between her legs.
I unbuckled my pants and removed my shoes, socks and briefs until I was completely naked, my cock as hard as a baseball bat and nearly the same size. Sienna removed the remainder of her clothes, lust burning in her eyes. She looked fantastic naked and I couldn’t wait to bury my manhood deep inside her. Her boobs jiggled as she moved herself to a sitting position on the bed. I stood before her and she took hold of my cock, stroking the shaft. She opened her mouth and moved me closer, taking the whole length. Her tongue flicked the underside and her teeth gently bit the shaft. She moved her head backward and forward in fast, jerky movements. I thought my balls were about to explode but couldn’t let myself cum without fucking her first.
Gently, I removed my cock from her mouth and guided her on her back on the bed. I moved on top and guided myself inside her soaking wet pussy. She let out a long grunt and placed her hands firmly on my ass cheeks, squeezing with every forward thrust.
Then she gripped my shoulders and rolled me over onto my back. She straddled over me, her big thighs open wide and her pussy slick and dripping. My cock slowly slid inside her as she lowered herself down on me.
“Aaah! That feels so good,” she moaned as she began to bounce up and down.
I watched her huge tits slap together with the motion and moved my hands up to feel them in full swing. I pinched the tips of the big black nipples and tweaked them left and right. Sienna gasped in high pitched tones with every downward plunge.
She tilted her head back and cried out several times in ecstasy. I could hold back no more and released my man fluids, erupting like a fire hose, spraying her warm haven with a shower of cum.
“Oh, my God!” she sighed, reducing the intensity of her thrusts until every last dribble of sperm was relinquished.
Sienna rolled off me and lay by my side panting with exertion. I slid my hands behind my head and relaxed for a few seconds, savoring the moment.
“Does this establishment provide room service?” I asked. “I could murder a beer.”
Sienna giggled. She slid off the bed and moved to the fridge. I watched her bare ass wobble as she walked. She took out a cold bottle and flicked off the top.
“Have this one on the house,” she said, handing me the bottle.