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The Moll's Daughterthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:one-on-one, 3324 words) [1/3] show all parts

Author: Little tommy D.
Added: Jun 10 2014Views / Reads: 2223 / 1768 [80%]Part vote: 9.24 (17 votes)
PI Mike London is asked to hide the daughter to keep the mob boss from selling her ass to the highest bidder. The hiding place gets interesting as does the Mom.
 


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The Moll's Daughter

Akin to the olden dark Private Investigator Sam Spade, I run a low-class modern day version with So-So results. At the moment, I'm on the first So---not many jobs and facing a rent payment on this dump I call an office. What I desperately need is the second So that has cash in hand to rescue me. This morning I have my feet up on the desk, my chair is back against the window sill and I'm searching for a puddle on the street to see if it's still raining. It is. Therefore, I stay put. My boredom is eating at me. I reach in my top desk drawer, pulled out a well-thumbed copy of 'Hustler' magazine and start through the pussy pages again. Even though they're all embedded forever in my memory, when I stare at the close-ups of the naked, clean shaven lips I still get a hard on from my thoughts.

I heard the door squeak open, turned to see who was interrupting my fantasy and was saluted with, "Mike, put the damn magazine down and greet a possible client! You can get back to pussy surfing later." I eyed her quickly with my trained investigative eye: Tall, shapely, big tits, small waist, average hips, holy shit legs, piercing green eyes, and a face that would delight St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. She didn't move when she said, "I'm Emma Strong and I need help."

I threw her a crooked smile through my tight lips and said, "I won't get up to shake your hand, Emma. I have a slight problem at the moment." ...

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