Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 17:21:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Farrell Mc Nulty <brendanchenowith@yahoo.com>
Subject: Detectives Log  -  Chapter 16 - Suckin' the Poor Sap Dry

  This is the 16th chapter of Detectives Log - "Suckin' the Poor Sap Dry"

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN - Suckin' the Poor Sap Dry

Now, back to the case of the embezzling partner, my first move was to
subpoena the bank statements for over the past few months or so, since
this poor sap never seen 'em and they were nowhere to be found. I could
then comb over all these transactions. I got together with the poor sap
and there were a bunch of withdrawls and checks he didn't recognize. I
saw there were a bunch of checks made out to someone named Chesterton.
"ya know who this one is?", I says. He had no idea. There were some
pretty huge amounts, though, I tell ya, like $4,000 here, a copule-a
grand there. Some pretty outrageous sums made out to "cash". Holy
semoleons, this one was really cleanin' out this guy's clock. I decided
to do this one pro-bono for the time bein', but if we get the cash back,
then I'd move in for the kill, so to speak. But first off, on a personal
note, the poor sap did say there was a costume contest and Eddie and I
did decide to go to this thing. I did see this costume shop what was
right in our neighborhood, so I stopped off and got the Batman and Robin
suits, just like in my daydream. I didn't go through all-a that "close
your eyes and I'll dress ya" crap I thought about. I says, "kid, why
dontcha try on that costume for the contest". "Sure thing, Mike. I'll go
get it." "No need, I got it" Eddie was pretty intrigued, which is GOOD
for a detective. "Close your eyes, kid, this is gonna blow you away." I
took it out of the box and just held it up. It was a pain in the ass 'cuz
Robin had about 12 pieces I had to juggle - cape, vest, pants, shirt,
belt. Man, it must've taken this kid a year to get dressed every day.
Anyways, Eddie opened his eyes, as well as his mouth. "Aw, man, this is
incredible. Wow, is that hot! You mean I get to dress like Robin?"
"Uh-huh. Of course, I'll be Batman." "Well, I didn't think you was gonna
be Catwoman. Lemme go try it on, I can't wait to model it for ya."
"Okay", I says, climbin' into my Bat-suit. I came outta one room in my
outfit and he came outta the other with his. Oh, ya shoulda seen us.
Pretty hot stuff. We took pictures of each other in the suits, then Eddie
thought we should have one taken together, so we put the timer on the
camera. I stood with my hands on my hips, legs spread wide, the seam
runnin' on the inside of my legs got Eddie pretty hot. "Boy, I'd love to
get my fingers runnin' up and down on that seam." "What the hell is
stoppin' ya?", I says. Oh, but if Eddie thought I was something, you
shoulda caught a gander at him. He stood with his legs spread wide and
clutching his fist. I wish we coulda stayed like that, but this is for a
case we're on, good tax deduction, too, I thought. We were kinda noticin'
each other, the seam up my legs, the mask around his head. I love the way
his eyes kinda burned through the mask, and then his mouth. He had his
mouth in that Burt Ward pout. This kid was really into it.

On the night of the contest, Eddie and I appeared at the club in all of
our finery. The room was pretty festive, what with the video screens
showin' tapes of strippers and that kinda thing. But the looks we got,
especially Eddie. Cripe, some of them were drooling over him. This one
pervert walked past and ran his hand up Eddie's leg to his crotch and I
had to pull him up on that. I says, "Hey, the Boy Wonder ain't for
gropin' - he's with me, ya get my meanin'?" The guy was pretty ballsy and
smarted off at me, "what are ya gonna do, hit me with your batarang or
something?" Better yet, Eddie clobbered him, first in the gut, then as
the guy bent over, he popped him in the kisser. Oh, we won the contest,
hands down. There was some stuff like master and servant shit goin' on,
then some loser got all in good fairy drag with the wand and everything,
but the audience really ate us up, or at least wanted to, anyway
(heh-heh). This other guy went up to Eddie and I thought, "holy crap, I
got my work cut out for me tonight". But he didn't try nothin'. As they
talked, I kept my eye on them. Eddie, to his credit, kept a safe
distance, but wanted to hear what this one had to say:

EDDIE - This other guy didn't try nothin', he just schmoozed me and all
that, sayin' I'd be a really big hit at this bar he runs. "No foolin'? Ya
run a bar and you're hangin' out here?" "Yeah", he said, "checking out
the competition so we do the exact opposite. Like two chicks wearing the
same dress. You don't want that." I laughed at that analogy and he goes
on, "it opened about a month ago, doing gangbuster business. It was by
some miracle, too" "Yeah, how's that?" "I had some trouble getting the
money together, then this guy I started seeing hears about what I wanted
to do and he fronted me the money." "No foolin'! That was pretty good of
him." I didn't think anything weird about it, it was all just small talk.
He thought I looked good as Robin and all that, so.......I asked what the
hours are, where it was and all that, again, just small talk, I didn't
even know if I'd ever go, I was just bein' nice, I guess. He wasn't gonna
miss me not bein' there, and there are a million gay guys dressin' like
superheroes, so....."Okay", I thought to myself, stickin' the card in my,
uh, utility belt. I walk back over to the boss and he sees the card
stickin' out, "let's have a look at it".

I see Eddie standin' over there talkin' to this guy who liked him in the
suit, keepin' a good eye on him, all the way. I trusted Eddie, but I
wasn't sure about this one, especially after that other one. Crap, that
one really creeped me out. His hand goin' into regions already staked out
by yours truly. Anyways, Eddie comes back with this card stickin' out of
his utilty belt and I says, "lemme see that". I read it and was pretty
alarmed, "Eddie", that's the one. "huh?" "Them statements, a bunch of
checks made out to someone Chesterton." "Uh, okay, not sure I follow ya".
I show him the card, the name on the bottom said, Skip Chesterton, Sole
Propreitor". Eddie's mouth opened wide, "HOLY....." "PRECISELY!" I
snapped my fingers and pointed at him, "you're goin' to this place.
You're wearin' a wire, I'm tapin' it all. We're gonna nail this bastard
if it takes everything we got." "Roger", Eddie saluted me, boy-scout
style.

EDDIE The boss put two and two and came up with a whopper! The guy I that
was schmoozin' me turns out to be this one that the poor sap's partner
was frontin' the money to. I was gonna go there with a wire and see what
I got. I went back to Chesterton and said, "uh, hey, this place sounds
pretty good. What time ya open tomorrow?" "Tomorrow? Oh, why not
tonight?", he says, slightly rubbin' the sleeve of my costume, I brushed
it away. "Hey. man, that's for my partner. We got a thing goin'." "Well,
okay I can respect that, I guess". I started to take my mask off, but he
said, "no need, what a bod like that, I'd recognize you anywhere. Come
have a drink on the house. We'll talk." "Sounds good", I said, saluting
him boy-scout style. Mike likes it when I do it, so I do it a lot, I
guess (heh-heh).

Before Eddie took off to the new club, I fitted him for the wire. His
shirt was off, I tape it right in the middle, right between his pecs.
"I'll help you with that", says Eddie. "No thanks, I got this myself", I
says. It was my pleasure, holdin' the wire up to his chest, right between
his pecs. I grabbed a couple of pieces of tape and smoothed it on him, he
starts moanin'. "mm, I love that", he says. I figured I'd get in a few
licks on his nips while I was at it, figurin' might as well mix business
with pleasure. I started pinchin' his nips, he starts gaspin', glidin'
his hands over mine as I do my stuff. Moans turned into little screams,
"it ain't pain, it's ecstacy", he says. "I knew that, I know you very,
very well", I says. "But back to business. You open up and gab as much as
you can and I'll tape the whole thing. We'll see what we get on this
bastard." Another boy scout salute, "aye-aye, sir", he says. And he was
off.

EDDIE So, I get to this place and see the joint was jumpin'. I got a few
stares and all that, didn't see no one checkin' ID at the door, or
nothin', so I was a little curious about that. I hook up with Chesterton
and say, "hey, I'm here for my free drink." He takes a look at me and
says, "a ha. I knew I'd recognize you with that bod. Welcome to the
Chesterton Den of Iniquity". I laugh at this, a little nervously, hopin'
I wasn't gettin' lured into some orgy, or nothin'. I sure wish the boss
was here, but he's tapin' everything as it goes on, so......it sure ain't
the same without him, though. Funny how that works out. I been to a lot
of clubs in my time and all, but since I met the boss-man, it's a whole
new ball game. I felt lonely for him. A couple of hours without him and
already I feel so empty. Why wasn't he here, arm around me, kissin' me as
I hung out at this place? I look around and all I see is the boss. A guy
walks up to me and goes, "hey, doll face, where's Batman?" "You recognize
me?" "Sure, with that bod, who wouldn't?" He leans in and whispers to me,
"you should dress like that all the time. You were the hottest thing
there last night. I would love it if you'd slide down my bat pole some
time." "Sorry, but I got a guy, you know." "So, where is he?" I pointed
to my heart, not the wire, but to my heart. "He's in here. I carry him in
here at all times." Then it dawns on me, if he's in my heart all the time
like I says he is, why do I feel so lonely without him? Answer, I don't
feel his tongue in my mouth. I don't feel his hands on me. I don't feel
his manhood inside me. I don't have mine in him. His teeth ain't grazin'
on my nips. He ain't there makin' me moan as he does that. His manhood
ain't rubbin' against mine. His cum ain't bein' splashed on my chest and
I ain't rubbin' it all over, licking the excess off-a my fingers.
Anyways, I got a job here to do.

I chatted with Chesterton, more small talk, ya know. I notice there
wasn't a bouncer or no one checkin' ID. "How do you know no minors are
gettin' in?", I says. He says, "I don't".
"uh, ain't ya takin' a pretty big chance?" "Maybe. Hey, wait a minute, I
know what you're up to", he says grinnin'. Aw, holy crap I start sweatin'
it out big time. My heart poundin'. Poor Mike, when he hears nothin' but
thumpin' on them tapes he's makin'. "You saw the Bouncer Wanted sign and
ya wanna try to get the job, right?" "Uh....." "I knew it - I could spot
ya a mile away. I like that in ya, kid, you're shrewd." I was relieved, I
was thinkin' "shrewd, I thought I was screwed!" "Tell ya what, you're
hired" I didn't know what to say, but I thought this'll be a good way to
infiltrate the bad guy. I mean, we already got them cancelled checks and
all, but maybe they was up to somethin' else, somethin' else no good.
"Well, I'm afraid ya got me, but thanks, I'd love the job. When do I
start?" "How about tomorrow night. It's a little late now, no sense
checking ID's in retrospect, you know." "Sure, I can make it. What time
should I be here?" "Seven, the place opens at eight. Who knows, I might
find a couple of other things I might like ya to do", he says, touching
my chest. "Oh, what's that under there?" Oh, God, I thought, I think he
felt it. I acted quickly, "stitches. I'm a bit self-conscious, you know,
the scar and all. I guess I'll not be doin' any striptease for a while,
heh-heh. I had a by-pass recently." "Wow, a young guy like you? You're
too young for heart failure." I thought to myself, "oh, yeah, then why am
I palpatatin' now?" Holy arrhythmia!