© GratefulFred 2008. All characters are over the age of 18.
The Case of the Missing Boyfriend
Chapter 1
It was Valentines Day around ten thirty AM when Detective Carney stepped into his office. For some people it was a day off, but to a local detective, everyday was seemingly like a day off.
Carney put down his three and one-quarter cup mug of coffee as his secretary brought him the normal pile of junk mail. It consisted mostly of overdue bills, a package of defective but heavily discounted penis enlargement pills and a vacuum sex instructional video from candidate Ron Paul.
It was hard not to notice the fine curvature figures of his European secretary who spoke little English but was willing to work under the table due to the fact that she hadn't the proper US Work Visa and loved sucking cock from that cramped position.
A knock came from the outer door as a bombshell of a babe entered looking for assistance. Carney figured she was in the thirty to thirty eight B-DDD range as she was escorted into his office.
"My name is Ms.Read and I am in need of someone to follow my boyfriend," spoke the dame with the red lips.
"Follow? 'fraid sloppy seconds is my middle name, Miss?" Carney responded as his eyes moved from one breast to the other.
Ms.Read moved closer. "Detective, I am only interested in you finding Charlie, not fucking me. Though he's my boyfriend I haven't even fucked him. And please can you look in my eyes when I am talking to you and not my gorgeous breasts? Oops…nipple slip."
Ms.Read, realizing the situation, hastily lowered part of her dress to allow her second nipple to get some air and make sure everything was symmetrical. She then got up.
Carney heard some seductive words coming from some vocal devise above her pointy nipples. "Listen detective. My boyfriend will be performing at the opera tonight. Please find out what you can."
Ms.Read dropped two opera tickets on the table and left. On the way out she accidentally bumped into Carney's secretary, grabbed a quick touch of her breast and left in a rush.
Carney was on a case at last. Reaching down he pulled out a bottle of booze, which left him with less than a case. He glanced at the opera tickets and read the name of the famous opera. It was the American pirate of the Chinese original, "Phantom of the Cock Era." The opera was playing at the Stonewall Station Club at Ten PM.
Being on a deadline, Carney glanced at his watch and then brought up a program on his computer that would calculate the number of times he would be able to masturbate and still make it to the show on time. Carney logged in, waited impatiently as the program crunched the numbers, inputting type of lotion, historical data, hand speed, hand strength, and many other factors into consideration, and finally came up with the precise answer – 0.
"Damn it!" Carney asserted as his secretary came in, telling Carney in some foreign language gibberish that meant he had a phone call. Carney reached down to see if it was his probation officer.
"Yo Carney my man. Were you just fooling with your Online Masturbation Calculator?" Shendude asked.
"No way my telepathic buddy. Hey, almost forgot, aren't we going to have lunch at the Burger Brothel today?" Carney replied.
"Absolutely. Remember it is Valentines Day so the place should be loaded. Listen there's this girl I met online who actually works there. Dig it. Her name is Lola."
Carney faded into a quick daydream as he envisioned Lola, a ninety-pound geek girl. He was wearing his collectable 2007 Miami Dolphins linebacker outfit. Pulling down his pants, the geek girl is stared at Carney's monster cock. Lola opened her mouth wide as Carney visualized his gigantic cock, squeezing into Lola's stretched mouth and coming out through her left nostril with room to spare.
Carney imagined blasting off two seconds later as cum shot out all over his chest. Carney smiled as he looked down at his monster cock, now out of Lola's mouth and covered in yummy buggers. Lola's milky green covered smile was one for the ages. Falling back into reality, Carney realized that Shendude hung up the phone.
Carney glanced at his watch and realized he had some fifteen minutes to spare before going out on his lunch date. Suddenly the phone rang and from the caller ID Carney saw the initials "MJL". Thinking that it might be some new Male Justice League comic subscription, Carney decided to see about the new comic offer.
"Detective Carney?"
"Yes."
"I understand you just had a visit from Ms.Read. Am I correct?"
"Well your caller ID says MJL but if you want to be called 'Corry Ect' that's ok with me."
"Huh? Listen Detective and listen good…"
"My ears are fine Corry. Did you have some music you wanted to play me?"
"No. I'm not going to play you any music…"
"So why did you call Corry?"
"My name's not Corry."
"But you just said you were."
"My name is not important. What is…"
"Ok Knot M Portant…what did you want to speak to me about?"
"Huh? What do you really know about Ms.Read?"
"Do you mean like reading the sleep inducing Wall Street Journal instead of something of major importance like Penthouse Forum?"
"No I mean the lady Ms.Read who just came in your office."
"She just had some nipple slips. I'm not sure weather she had an orgasm. You can never tell with dames."
"Listen detective. I am warning you to drop the case."
"But if I drop the case that'll be messy." (Carney looks between his legs)
"Well I guess I can't take any chances…" A metallic click came over the connection.
"You could still take a community chest."
"Detective will you look outside your office window at the building across from you."
"Oh my god. That sick bastard."
"No. The window not the mirror."
"Oh you mean "The Window"?
"Do you see me with my rifle aimed at your head?"
"No. I see some Peeping Tom jerking off."
"Damn it detective. Stop looking at that other mirror and just look outside."
"Oh you mean outside. Why didn't you say so?"
As Carney walked towards the window the telephone cord went taunt. Carney lost his footing as a result and in so doing, yanked the telephone cord and telephone off the desk. The telephone hit and loosened one of the mirrors. Carney reached to grab it as it fell. Getting up Carney wobbled to the open window with the mirror facing out. Carney heard a gunshot and felt a brush of air by his ear as he heard a scream from outside, "You blinded me you bastard!" Carney watched as a man with a rifle fell down, smashed a hole in the bus of the Minnesota Vikings football team, who were just humiliated by the Satan lead…I mean Bill Bilichick lead New England Patriots. Carney plugged the phone back in.
No sooner did the phone get plugged in than the letters MJL showed up on the caller ID. Picking up the phone, Carney heard a different voice.
"Hi this is Brutus the middle linebacker. I got your friend's cell phone here and since you were the last one he called, I figure we better let you know of our butt fucking intentions if you know what I am saying."
"Saying? That's Knot Important."
"Huh? I am sure your friend here doesn't think he's not important. So let me ask you one more time. Is it ok if we sodomize your pleading friend here on our long bitter journey back?"
"That would be Corry Ect."
"Thank you so much. BOYS! HUDDLE UP!"
Carney heard some screaming as the phone clicked off. Looking at his watch he saw that he wasted too much time on that strange conversation. Shendude was no doubt on his way to the Burger Brothel. And with that Carney ventured outside, somewhat disappointed that he wasn't getting a free comic subscription.
Chapter 2
Using the latest time warp technology, we look back in time about an hour. A few blocks away, Shendude is busy preparing for a new day at work. His "Sex Doll Consignment Shop" is the rave across most of the galaxy but seems to have a hard time gathering much respect on Earth. Nonetheless, Shendude, the true visionary businessman that he is, has high hopes for several of his other ventures such as his Online Masturbation Calculator website, even if the only paying customer thus far is his good friend Carney.
Jimmy waits outside for the doors to open. He has a big bag over some object with legs hanging out. Two policemen stroll up behind Jimmy, looking suspiciously at the package. Jimmy grows a bit paranoid as the cops pull out their flashlights. Jimmy throws the sex doll to the ground and runs off. As he runs around the corner, the two cops share a good laugh with Shendude who has brought them some coffee.
"Newbee?" one of the cops offers.
Shendude slips the cops each a $20 bill. "Yeah. Already billed his credit card for the deposit."
"So how was Sharon? Wasn't she great?" Sergeant Steve asks.