Message-ID: <26893asstr$971755823@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: MelLin6695@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <49.220ce69.271cfe0d@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} New TG from Waldo - Marlowe - Part 3 of 7 Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2000 00:10:23 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman Marlowe By Waldo (mellin6695@aol.com) If you're not an adult or interested in stories with strong sexual content, then don't read any further. All rights reserved by the Author. This may be re-posted on the Internet on free sites such as Fictionmania, Sapphire's Place or other non-pay sites where stories are distributed for free to the public. Just send me an e-mail telling me where you've posted it. Chapter 2 - Digging for information For the next two days, I kept my office door locked. I didn't want anyone wandering into my office for a cup of coffee or something and catching a glimpse of any of the many images that I had to download from the Internet sites. I never knew that there were so many photographs of men's asses or cocks in the world. Being a one-hundred percent all-American red-blooded male, I knew that there were a lot of photographs of boobs and pussy out there on the Internet. But until I went looking at some of the reference points on the text file that my beautiful client left me, I never realized that there were so many people involved in that type of lifestyle. I did discover that a lot of them had pushed the gender barrier so far as to create an almost new gender. Chicks with dicks. She- males. Sluts with nuts. Some of them looked as natural feminine as any woman and Richard would began making mild comments to me until I would look at them below the waist, then Richard would shut up. Two days of prowling the Internet gave me some clues as to my new case. I found Greg's photographs on three more sites other than the two sites that she provided me. I also found four other photographs of him that she didn't have. In one of them, he was lying on a sheet in the corner of some room with his mouth wide open as if he was going to suck a big cock. It wasn't that great of a photograph of his face because of the black wig covering most of his face. But I knew it was he. And looking at the date of the file, I discovered that it was also two years old. There weren't any recent photographs of him. It was almost as if he had dropped out of sight. Needless to say, Richard behaved himself during those two days. Not once did he rear his ugly little head as I prowled through all those Internet sites. If I had known that I was going to have to look at so many photographs of men's asses and cocks, then I would have doubled my fee instead of just adding a hundred dollars to it. I used to say that there were some things that you couldn't pay me to do and now I was doing one of them because of my bank account. It wasn't all "fun and games" for me during those two days. I used some of my sources to do the basic preliminary checks that typically provides most of the leads in this type of business. I checked police records, bank records, telephone company records, cable company records, electrical power company records, County Clerk records and any searchable database to see if Greg Browning had left any trail behind with either his name or social security number. I quickly discovered the old records of the actions done while he lived with Tanya prior to his disappearance but I didn't find anything new. So I expanded my search nationwide which takes longer and also involved spending some fees but I didn't care. I had a twenty-thousand dollar check in my savings account drawing interest, to spend as I saw fit. I expected that I wouldn't earn all of that money so I had it drawing interest while I pulled out only what I needed to cover my basic expenses. I did find several instances of the name Greg or Gregory Browning nationwide but was able to rule out each and every one of them because of their social security numbers. Then I initiated other checks which involved searching through various other account information that was available without getting a court order. I also called my buddy Harrison and thanked him for sending me such a well-heeled and well-built client. I could tell that he was smiling over the phone, knowing how I was probably reacting at having such a lush babe as a client. Harrison told me that it was a routine case so the police department wasn't doing anything more than treating it as a simple missing person case. Since thousands of people disappear every year, the police doesn't usually do anything more than maintain records and do some cursory investigation to determine if it is a missing person or a potential homicide. When Tanya asked Harrison what else could be done to find her cross-dressing hubby, he suggested that she hire an investigator because they had already done everything that they were going to do unless they had evidence that a crime had been committed. So he gave her my card and then sat back to wait for my call. I thanked my buddy again and told him that I owed him a couple of beers for sending me this client but he reminded me of my overdue loan from him. I told him as soon as I had earned the money from this case, that I would buy a case of beer and come pay him his money. Overall it was a busy two days, which I detailed in my Client Report along with the expenses, so that my client would know what she was paying for and where I looked, along with the results of each look. ***** While looking for her missing husband, I also found out a lot of incidental information about my pretty client although I didn't go into any detailed searches looking for information about her. After all, I did know where to find her. Besides being beautiful, Tanya was a very rich woman. She lived in a very ritzy neighborhood and belonged to all of the best clubs. She was also very smart because she managed her own stock portfolio and had increased her wealth several times over during the last couple of years according to her income tax records. But she was a woman of mystery. I found some references to where she went to school but when I went through the school yearbook for her graduating year of college, her photograph was blank. Greg was in the same class and his photograph was also blank. They must have been out fucking the day the photographer was at the school. I was looking for photographs of Greg or her and Greg in social settings so that I didn't have to depend upon the lousy photographs obtained from the Internet. But they appeared to have led a quiet, non-descriptive life prior to his disappearance without any photographs made of them. Tanya Browning was currently very active on the social scene but she didn't become active until about two months after her husband's disappearance. I found several recent photographs of her in various social publications where she was attending a party or serving as co-chairman of so- and-so committed or something equally frivolous. There was even one photograph of her on a tennis court, wearing one of those white little tennis dresses as she presented a trophy to the winner of some tournament. Looking at that grainy newspaper photograph of her long legs, Richard came to life again. She always paid her bills on time, she had an outstanding credit rating and she lived in a mansion. Well, considering that I live in a third floor walk-up apartment where my bedroom, kitchen and living room is the same room, anything else is a mansion. After my two solid days of hard work, I decided to pay her a visit to show her the new photographs that I had found of Greg on the web sites. Supposedly to see if there was anything else that she remembered since our one visit and also to see if what I had discovered so far would jog her memory. Also I wanted to see her again as well as to check her out within her environment. So I printed the new photographs and put them in a folder as well as details of my activities so far. Driving out to her neighborhood, I was stopped at the entrance to her ritzy neighborhood by a rent-a-guard at the gate. From the way that he looked at my twelve-year-old rusting car and my Walmart every-day suit, I knew that he was going to turn me away. Pulling out the cop's badge that I secretly held onto after my forced retirement, I used that to gain entrance through the gate. Her home was built on a cliff overlooking the city. It had one of these big circular driveways. Her garage door was open and I saw an expensive Jaguar, a Caddy, a Jeep and a Harley motorcycle parked in the garage. Seeing the Harley created a mental image of her dressed in leather and sitting on that thing with its booming engine vibrating. Needless to say, I had to re-arrange Richard's tight position within my trousers before I climbed out of my old wreck. I knocked on the door. After a minute of no-answer, I knocked again. Still no answer. I tried the door handle and it was locked. Stepping back a couple of feet and looking at the house, I saw that there was a gate in the fence that probably led into the back yard. Rationalizing that the worst thing that could happen would be that I would set off some burglar alarms, I decided to check out the back of her house while I was here. As soon as I opened the gate, I observed a very big and long swimming pool with a tennis court adjacent to the pool. I also saw a very naked Tanya Browning lying on her belly on a cabana chair tanning her beautiful body. Started by unexpectedly walking in on her in an undressed situation, I started to be a gentleman and to ease out of her back yard. But Richard was making me walk slow back through the gate as I memorized every glorious detail of her tanned body. "Mister Marlowe. So nice of you to drop by. Please come join me." Glancing at her face, I saw from her amused eyes that she was looking at me and was aware that I had been caught staring at her totally nude body. I felt like Columbo as I walked toward her. Like a dolt. Like an idiot. However Richard was making me feel like a horny dolt. But seeing as how she was unconcerned that her beautiful tanned ass was totally exposed to me, I marched straight toward her reclining body as if being around a naked woman didn't startle me. "Good morning. I had some items to discuss with you and to give you some other photographs that I had discovered. I came by to give you this progress report." "Pardon me if I don't get up but I have a busy schedule for this afternoon and need to complete my tanning. Would you be a dear and put some lotion on my back while we talk?" I knew that if I had fallen into the nearby swimming pool at that moment that all of the water would have turned to steam because of a very hot piece of flesh between my legs. Richard was so hot that he was almost burning a brand into my belly. "My pleasure." Pouring the thick creamy-white lotion into my palm, I almost shuddered as I had hundreds of dirty thoughts about what that liquid looked like as I spread it on my palms. I kneeled down beside her prone body and gently touched her warm back with my cream covered hands. I hadn't noticed the other day that she's a big girl. Not big as if fat but big as in "not petite". Her wide shoulders were finely muscular as if she spent a lot of time swimming or playing tennis. But not so much muscle so that she looked totally unreal like one of those muscle bound girlie-boys in all the physical fitness magazines. Her tall proportional body reminded me of Xena's well-built Amazon body. No, this was one luscious babe whose tall body was very proportional all over. As I smeared the creamy white liquid onto her skin, I noticed that she didn't have a tan line anywhere. Glancing around at the surrounding hillside, I looked for a spot where I could come back some day with a pair of binoculars and check out the view of her neighborhood. "Um, your hands feel so good. Slap plenty of lotion onto my back because I'm so dry." I can't help it if I've got a dirty mind. I thought of something else that I wanted to slap on her back. I thought of another creamy lotion that I wanted to deposit on her back. I thought of another way to resolve her dry feeling. I thought of something else that would make her feel good also. And all of those thoughts involved Richard. "Um, a little higher, please. My shoulders need special attention." Because I was kneeling beside her prone naked body, I was able to see the very pleasing outline of her mashed boob pressed tightly underneath her body against that chair. Think of a grapefruit mashed into the shape of an air-filled inner-tube and that's what that wonderful breast looked like. If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I want to come back as either a dildo or a cabana chair. I don't know who her surgeon was but if I ever find out that doctor's name, I'm going to send him a Thank You card for this very special visual treat that would help me get through the many lonely nights of my divorce. "I found four other photographs of Greg, which appear to be taken about the same time period. Nothing recent so far." Her head was turned to face me and I couldn't help but see the gleam in her eye as she giggled. "If you found other photographs, that means that you've spent a lot of time looking at thousands of photographs of men's asses." Glancing down at her naked twin tanned cheeks of rounded perfection I mumbled a quick reply. "Part of the job." What I really wanted to say was "may I stick Richard up your ass to help him recover from the personal torture that I've had to endure on this job?" She lifted up slightly and moved her arms so that her face was resting on her wrists so that she placed her arms in a sort of "T" position. I've never won more than ten bucks on a lottery but I thought that I hit the jackpot when she suggested something that I was mentally thinking of different ways to make the same suggestion without offending her. The Mafia boys need to take a lesson from her in how to make offers that can't be turned down. "My shoulders and upper back feel coated with the lotion now. Would you mind coating my sides and lower back?" Picking up that bottle of lotion and squeezing it so that the creamy white lotion shot into my slick palms while I stared at the side of her mashed breast was quite a treat for me. I was beginning to feel drops of sweat popping up on my forehead that I knew wasn't caused by the warm sun baking us. When my hands were all slick with the lotion, I eased my hands down her side, trying not to pause or spend too long applying the lotion to the bulging mammary flesh as my lucky hands coated her sides with lotion. Richard was talking to me and telling me that I should consider changing careers and becoming a professional masseuse. People are actually paid to do what I was doing. "Did you find the same type of photographs of Greg wearing women's underwear?" "Yes. In one, he had on a red lacy bra but again his face was so thoroughly covered by the cheap wig that he's almost unidentifiable. I found some other photographs that I suspect to be him because of the general shape of his body and easily identifiable undergarments but his upper body was out of the photograph so it's impossible to confirm that those photographs are him also. The last traceable record of him appears to be a reservation for an airplane flight to Spain, which was about two weeks after the day that he disappeared from your house. I haven't been able to confirm yet that he was on that flight but I'm still looking." "Ummmmmmm, you're very good!" Her throaty humming approval made me wonder if she was talking about my detective work or my creamy hands coating the sides of her lush body. Keeping my mind on business, I continued reporting my findings that were detailed on the floppy that I brought as part of my report so far. "Conversely going the other way in searching your husband's trail to try to find clues as to where he disappeared, I discovered through searching old credit card billings in the six months before he disappeared that he spent a lot of money in shops that specialize in women's apparel." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+