Sex, Drugs, , Old Shanghai – Part 1
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Shanghai in the 1930s, known as The Wicked Old City of the Orient’s Babylon. Where villains ruled, and exhibitionists danced. A perfect place for a wounded heart like Slade Garrison, PI. Opium was the rage and the boozed flowed freely.So how did a guy like me end up here? I was a Whiffenpoof (a male a cappella singer) at one time and graduated to misdemeanors before I became a cop. Eventually, I found myself in China after a doomed marriage. Then, after a string of really bad decisions, I found my career cut short as well.I was furloughed from the police department. In reality, I was caught with my zipper down, banging the Chief’s wife at his retirement party. It, and a broken nose, became my adieu. I turned in my shield and Smith I kept my backup gun, of course.With a bandage across my nose and cotton stuck up my nostrils, along with two black eyes, I knew how opponents of Joe Louis felt after a couple rounds. I’m not a perfect world but I don’t shit in the street like the crazies do. I’m just a little bit sarcastic and horny as hell.Now I’m sleuthing, mostly for missing pets and runaway teenagers. It pays the bills, barely. Because my 1937 coupe is paid for, albeit in need of a new set of tires, I was living cheaply in a room off my office. It wasn’t what one would call luxury. Up three flight of stairs and down a long-forgotten hallway of vacant offices, it wasn’t what one would call, “Putting on the Ritz.”I’m an on-again, off-again agnostic, when not in detox. One might say that I am an alcoholic. One might say I am just a fuckin’ drunk. I see Escort Gölbaşı myself as somewhere between a Wild Turkey and Four Roses; stuck between jobs, reality, and pipe dreams. Knowing my own strengths and weaknesses of opium. At times drifting into the underworld of prostitution’s seediness.At the moment, I was on a retainer to find Sadie, a Schnauzer with an attitude, which was missing from my landlord’s menagerie. The little fucker was an ankle biter and I had a pair of argyles with holes to prove it. Also, I think I inherited the mutt’s fleas.It was hot in the city and the oscillating fan was just stirring up ashes and dreams as I looked up from the crossword puzzle. There was a beginning of a shadow beneath the office door; the office atop a noodle factory in the steamy garment district adjacent to the bordellos. No one spoke English, including my secretary who had just given me her notice. Leaving with her steno pad and my old Remington typewriter.Then a knock. I was thinking it could be my ex looking for her support payment. The door that bore on pebbled glass the following information:SUITE 409SLADE WATSONPRIVATE DETECTIVE“Come in, door is open!” I said in a gruff voice.Hearing the slight squeak when the door opened, I remembered that I needed to get it oiled. I was still facing the window watching some kid trying to steal some old lady’s purse, I picked up my coffee cup filled with yesterday’s blend of day-old tar and cheap whiskey.Thinking that it was my ex-wife who came in I said, “I told you already Keçiören escort that the cheque is in the mail!” almost angrily.“Excuse me, Sir?” said an unknown female voice, sounding like silk.Then I turned around, dumbfounded. Standing behind the chair was one of the most beautiful dames I had ever seen! She had jade green eyes and hair long and wavy, black as midnight. Her lips were red and full, perfect for kissing, and her skin so white and creamy, I just wanted to reach out and touch her.Like good bourbon, dripping innuendos, she was dressed in something that made her feel good in her skin, with an obvious air of confidence. Her legs reached up to Peking. I could tell that her femininity lasted past midnight, when the mascara had smudged. She took ownership and didn’t share.My gaze held hers for a brief moment but felt like an eternity. I swear I could feel my hard on and hoped that it wasn’t showing. Quickly, I made the move to sit behind my desk and motioned her to sit in the available chair. Watching her sit down, it took everything I had to not stare at her as she crossed her legs. I swear I caught a flash of her lace garters holding her silk stockings underneath her black skirt, wondering what else she was baring. I caught myself moaning to myself at that thought and swallowed my gum. She could have passed for Hedy Lamarr except for her Eurasian eyes.Shuffling papers on my already messy desk, I found what I was looking for; my trusty notepad. Before I spoke, I calmed myself down with the help of Kızılay escort bayan a big gulp of scotch.“What can I do for you, Miss?” I asked, my voice a bit shaky from my much-too-obvious desire.“I understand you are a private dick,” she said, causing me to choke a little on my scotch.“Well, that’s one way to put it,” I chuckled. I kept thinking about how I’d like to get my dick into her privates.“I need your help,” she said interrupting my private thoughts. “I have been the victim of blackmail for some time now. At first, it wasn’t so bad. The terms weren’t unbearable and the consequences of being found out would have been far worse. But now the situation has become far more dangerous and I fear that it’s spiraling out of control.”“Back up just a bit doll,” I said, more than a little confused. “Who is blackmailing you and why?”“When I moved to Shanghai, it was for a fresh start. I opened a quaint little tea shop near the marketplace with money saved up from a previous enterprise I ran in the alleyways of Suzhou. I wanted to distance myself from that life and make a living honorably,” she said almost wistfully.“What was so dishonorable about your business in Suzhou?” I asked, curious to know about this dame’s lurid past.“I was a prostitute,” she admitted, “a damn good one. My services were varied, but my specialty was oral sex. I could give a blow job that would make a man see God.”“Really?” I inquired much too eagerly.“Oh, yes,” she beamed, seeming to forget the intent of the conversation. But hey, who was I to stop this broad if she wanted to elaborate? “It’s a combination of how my tongue swirls around a man’s cock, how I fit the head in my throat, and how my hands fondle his balls while I slip a finger into his anus. I was able to charge more for a blow job than for letting a man fuck my ass, especially when I let them cum on my face.”
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