In the fiercely competitive world of sexy private investigations, no matter what the situation, there are two kinds of clubseventeen guys - the quick and the dead. Quick clubseventeen to seize clubseventeen the initiative, quick to recognize danger, quick clubseventeen to clubseventeen see all the angles - or dead to rights in a pool of clubseventeen blood on some rainy, big clubseventeen city sidewalk.
Since I ain't dead, you can figure clubseventeen out for yourself what category clubseventeen I fit into clubseventeen.
Who's the dame? Oh, that's my secretary, Thelma. I met her about sexy a year ago in a clubseventeen lounge on the East Side, on the clubseventeen trail of some dip who'd stolen a wallet clubseventeen from Baker, the landlord of the building containing my office. He dangled a year's free rent in front of me if I should find this guy and get clubseventeen back his wallet, though he never said what might be in it that was clubseventeen damned important clubseventeen. Using my contacts, I followed clubseventeen him down to a little dive where he supposedly did business with a fence named "Dr. Mesmer," the clubseventeen featured nightly entertainment
Thelma was waitressing, serving drinks clubseventeen to the five or six people scattered at small tables throughout the club. I stayed just clubseventeen inside the clubseventeen entrance to the clubseventeen club until she returned to the bar and clubseventeen sat down, then walked over to her and pulled out my lighter to start the cigarette she'd just placed in her mouth.
Looking clubseventeen at clubseventeen her clubseventeen over clubseventeen the flame, I clubseventeen could see that she clubseventeen'd probably started out hustling drinks years clubseventeen before, thinking that, with her sexy looks, the tips would more than make up for the late nights, the clubseventeen smoky joints clubseventeen, and the leers and clubseventeen propositions of the scummy crud that hung clubseventeen out in such places. Now, older, wiser, and more cautious clubseventeen, she still knew how to fill the club's apparent uniform of the day clubseventeen: slit leather mini-skirt, fishnets, five clubseventeen-inch black heels, and a patent -leather corset that cinched up tighter around her waist and boobs. If not for the tired lines clubseventeen around her eyes clubseventeen, the yellow nicotine stains on her hands and teeth, and the signs of heavy drinking showing from the clubseventeen pronounced clubseventeen veins around her nose...she might be clubseventeen worth clubseventeen hitting once to see if it was good.
And then there were his eyes...perhaps it was some trick of the light, or specially made contacts. But his eyes had no irises or pupils. They sexy were solid black, with red flecks surfacing from time to time, as you looked deeper within.
He let go clubseventeen of my hand and sat down in a cushioned chair in the center of the floor clubseventeen. Quickly, the Oriental girl crossed from the door of the dressing room to clubseventeen a clubseventeen spot clubseventeen directly behind his chair, and clubseventeen began massaging his shoulders clubseventeen and neck.
After she left, I managed to wipe most clubseventeen of clubseventeen the piss from my crotch clubseventeen and legs, glad clubseventeen that my bladder hadn't clubseventeen been very full clubseventeen. Even as I was putting the towel I had used in the hamper for used linen, Thelma was back at the door; in her clubseventeen hands were my pants and clubseventeen underwear, clean, with no hint clubseventeen of the 'accident' with which they had been soiled clubseventeen. When clubseventeen I went to put the pants back on, I even had to remove the customary safety pin and the tag that was attached to it.
"Because he still has to pay his penance for clubseventeen breaking our contract."
The clubseventeen Devil just clubseventeen grinned, baring clubseventeen his fangs. "You're here on a very clubseventeen special night for Thelma clubseventeen. She gets to leave my service tonight, after serving drinks to those needing my services for nearly 200 years. You clubseventeen see, she too broke a deal with me, but she clubseventeen was a smart girl sexy - she had an option written clubseventeen into clubseventeen her clubseventeen contract clubseventeen, thanks clubseventeen in part to a smart New England lawyer." Sam heard The clubseventeen Devil mutter something about "that damned interfering Daniel Webster."
"B...b...but clubseventeen...."
It would be the last time that happened for quite a while.
Am I imagining things, or is that the Devil smiling clubseventeen up clubseventeen at clubseventeen me?
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