NaNoWriMo Chapter 4

Paul went about his business and went in his bathroom and took a nice, hot shower. He thought about the woman who had just left his apartment, and he smiled to himself as he thought of how good she tasted to him. It had been some time since he had held a woman and let her excite him the way that she did.  After getting out of the shower, he dried off and went to the kitchen and poured himself a night cap and taking it with him; he walked over to his desk, to see what clients he had appointments with the next day. Ah yes, here was one that looked pretty easy. A little old lady named Sara. She was trying to make it so her kids could not come over to her house when she was a way and take what they wanted, while she was still alive.

Poor old lady, not even dead yet and here was the kids and grandkids trying to rip her off before her feet were in the grave. He mumbled to himself, that he didn’t know what was wrong with people today, but at least they kept food on his table. He finished his drink and burped out loud and then wandered into his bedroom, and flipped on the news to see who was killing who.

There was nothing really exciting and since the beauty had wore him out he decided to call it a night, and with the remote in his hand, he flipped the television off, and with darkness blanketing him, he fell off to sleep.

The next morning, he didn’t feel like cooking, so he got dressed and headed out to his car. He pulled up in front of the little restaurant that served the best looking waitresses and their cooking was pretty good too. He walked in and one of the waitresses flashed him her biggest smile, and nodded towards an empty table in her section. He smiled back and went to the table and sat down. She brought him over a steaming hot cup of coffee, and asked him what she get him this morning, and he told her she would do.

She slapped him on the shoulder in a flirty way and said that he knew she was married, what did he really want, and realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with her, he ordered a couple of scrambled eggs, with a steak on the side, and a couple of slices of toast. She nodded and took off towards the kitchen to deliver the ticket order. Paul looked around to see if there was anyone here that was worth talking to, and seeing no one, he walked over to the top of the trash can, and grabbed the morning paper and went back and sat at his table, flipping the pages for interesting news.

Soon his breakfast came, and also came a long tall gentleman, and when the plate was placed in front of him, and his coffee refilled, the guy sat down, without an invitation, and said, “Do you know a woman by the name of Slim?” Paul said, “What’s it to you? I don’t know you so get the hell out of my way!” The guy ignored his request and continued with his conversation. “I hear you been spending some time with my wife, Slim. I hear she wants to hire you for some job. What is it that she wants you to do?” Paul looked him straight in the eye and without blinking said, “Kill you.”

The guy sat there and said nothing for a moment, letting Paul attack his food before it got cold. Paul acted like there was no one sitting across from him and buried his head in his plate, and the guy then got his breath back, and said, “What did you tell her? Did you tell her you would do it?”

Paul looked at him and said,” Get the hell out of here, can’t you see I am busy? I didn’t come here to be bothered by the likes of you. I am not going to discuss whether I told her yes or no, because it is none of your darn business, you hear me?”

The guy stood up and said that Paul better watch his back. He knew of his type, big macho men who think they know it all. He continued with how he wasn’t afraid of him, so he better is watching out, and with that, Paul raised his hand and shooed him away, and went back to his breakfast.

After he cleaned his plate up, the waitress came back and asked if that man was bothering him, because if he was, she could tell her boss, and they could have that guy banned from this place. Paul told her, “No, it was just some pesky fly trying to make an ass out of himself by buzzing around. He had swatted him, and the guy was gone, but thanks doll, for trying to protect me.” With that, Paul got up

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NaNoWriMo, Chapter 3

Paul sat and thought about Slim when he hung up the phone from her. She was too

beautiful and could make him do things he was no wanting to do. Most of his clients were men who had routine jobs for him. Checking up on a cheating wife, or dealing with a thug that was trying to collect on a debt. He had never been approached for murder for a price.

He went over to his easy chair and flipped the television on, and surfed through the channels, not seeing anything that would hold his interest. He stood up and walked over to the kitchen rummaging through the refrigerator, and decided to fix himself some fried eggs.

While sitting at his table eating, his mind kept drifting back to the lady with the swinging hips. He also realized that he was bored, didn’t want to really do anything and he had to admit he was lonely. Why not call her and have her come over. They could sit down and discuss some more options. Surely, he could convince her there were other ways to handle her situation besides murder.

He tinkered with this idea, while gulping down the last of his eggs, and washing it down with some cold coffee. No, it wasn’t a good idea to call her, let it be, business only. Damn, this was driving him crazy, just call the dame and let’s get this over. He decided he was going to tell her he was not the man for her job, and to find someone else to do her dirty work.

He put his plate and fork in the sink and went over and dialed her number, and she picked it up on the second ring. He heard that silky voice that sent shivers down his spine. She asked if he had changed his mind and was going to give her his address so she could come over and talk.

He said yes, he was going to give her his address as he did not have that much going on today. He told her the directions and she said she would be there in less than half an hour. The two hung up and Paul walked into his bathroom and scratching his shadow, he decided he may as well be presentable; after all, she was trying to hire him.

He finished shaving and splashed some cologne on his face and went into his bedroom and slipped off his shirt and put a better one on. He put some socks on and then went back out to the living room to wait. He decided to make a fresh pot of coffee, so he went to the kitchen to start the coffee maker, when the doorbell rang.

He went to the door and opening it she blew in throwing her jacket off on his couch, and smoothly turning and throwing herself in his arms, knocking the two of them on to the couch, and then falling off on to the floor. She lying on top of him, flipping her hair out of her face, looking into his eyes, and he, so close to her, could smell her sensuality, he lost all of his senses, and he rolled her over with her lying on her back on the floor. And he yanked at her blouse she had on, popping all buttons, exposing the soft mounds hiding under the wire covering.  He slithered his hand up under her skirt, and with one hand tore her panties off of her, exposing warm flesh to him.

He scooted himself up to her hair and stretched it upward, forcing her neck to rise, and biting her neck, and kissing her ears, brought moans of joy from her lips. While kissing her his other hand was searching unknown territories under her skirt. Her body rose to his giving him permission to explore farther.

He removed his hand and brought it up to her one nipple and he gently squeezed it and then he rolled her over and unhooked her bra, forcing it to fall away from the fleshy mounds, showing perky nipples. His mouth found its way to the tips of them and he nibbled ever so softly on first one and then the other, cupping each one in his hand. She moaned deeper for him, and then he wiggled his body down and began to kiss her navel and eventually found his way down to the secret garden.

When she felt the touch of his lips, her body took over and it rose up and down to each of his touches. This turned him on so much, that his manhood could be felt firmly against her thighs. She started to scream, to take me, and take me now. Make love to me dammit, here and now!

He could not hold himself back anymore and so he went back and forced her mouth open  searching every dark spot inside of her mouth with tongue, and then lowering himself on top of her, he went from a slow and steady pace to becoming faster and harder, and slamming her into the floor deeper and deeper. The more she screamed, the more he thrust himself into her.  After several minutes they both exploded in sheer delight, and then he toppled off of her and lay on the floor beside her, and each one was breathing so heavily, it took a few moments for their breathing to calm down.

He stood up wrapping himself in a blanket from the couch and went and put his clothes back on, going to the kitchen table and lighting up a cigar. She eventually got up and asked him for a shirt of his so she could get dressed, laughing that she could not wear that blouse anymore with the buttons missing.

He pointed towards his bedroom and told her the closet was on the left, help herself to anything hanging on the right side of the closet. She disappeared into his room and soon came out with a long sleeve shirt on showing those sexy legs of hers. It almost made him want to throw her back down and have his way with her again, but he was too tired.

He continued to puff on his cigar, and she sat down at the table smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary. She was sure that with giving him the ultimate gift of her, he would be willing to now do whatever it was that she asked of him.

She came out with the words of have you thought over what I have asked you to do? Have you made a decision yet?  His response was not going to do it. She looked straight in his eyes and said,”What? You are not going to do as I ask?” He said,”Nope, it just isn’t in the cards for me babe.”

Her once baby soft eyes turned to daggers and she ran over to him and started slapping him where ever her hands could reach. He reached out and told her, “Back off kitty cat, put those claws away, you are not going to change my mind. I don’t care how much money you offer, I am not going to jail for anyone.”

With that, she went over to the couch and put her clothes back on, and grabbed her jacket and turning back to him, she flipped him off, and told him to go to hell, and with that she opened the door and slammed it so hard behind her the pictures on his wall shook.  He laughed to himself, as he said, you lose some, and you win some, and that was a nice win for me.

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NaNoWriMo- Chapter 2

Slim wasted no time in getting to the point of why she had wanted to meet with Paul.

She came out with the words that she wanted her husband dead, and she didn’t care how it happened, as long as no fingers were pointed at her. He looked at her over his glasses, and then took a big swig of his coffee.

Slim glanced around the room to see who may be within hearing distance, and then looked back at Slim.

He said lady, who the hell do you think you are talking to? I am an investigator. I look for people like you. That is what I get paid for, picking out criminals, and now you come to me, asking me if I can help kill your husband?

Slim said, no doll, not you. I don’t want you to do the dirty work, find someone who can do it for me. Paul started chuckling out loud, and Slim glared at him through stormy eyes. He was laughing at her because although she was beautiful, she was one dumb dame, and she was livid with him, because he was laughing at her.

Paul had to know what was making her so crazy, so he asked her what did your husband do to get you all in a tizzy, that now you have no choice but to see him dead. Slim came back with that her husband had cheated on her. He had an affair with her only secretary. She went on to explain that she had given this man everything she had. Her time, her money, her undying devotion, and had helped him to build a successful business, and this is the way he had of thanking her?

Paul had to admit that this was a pretty shitty deal, but still, it didn’t warrant a murder. What about a divorce? Slim said that was too easy. He could still have all that he had and maybe get more from her, than she was willing to let go.

Slim rubbed her leg up against Paul’s leg and let it find its way to his crotch, and then she gave a firm push, letting him know that she was willing to do what it took to get her own way. Paul pretended he didn’t feel her foot against him and continued to talk. He asked her what her plan was to get this done. Slim said that she had thought of a few things, but she didn’t really care, as long as it was simple and clean.

Paul took his glasses off and laid them on the table. He asked Slim if she minded if he lit up his cigar, and she shook her head no. He lit it up nice and slow, letting a couple of rings escape from his lips, letting her know that he could do tricks also.

As he was inhaling his cigar, Slim became impatient and removed her foot from his crotch and got up and excused herself to the ladies room. As she walked away, Paul watched that natural wiggle and the shape of those hips. This was some dame, and he knew that she could prove to be very dangerous to men if left in a room alone with a bed.

When she came back, instead of sitting where she was, she came over to his side of the booth, and without asking, sat down beside, him forcing him to have to move over, giving her room, but also he was able to feel the heat radiating from her body. She wrapped her around his neck, and with two fingers started playing with the fuzz on the nape. This sent shivers down his spine as the fingers felt like silk, and a woman touching his neck was a big turn on for him.

He looked her in the eye, and asked her when she wanted this job done, and how much was she willing to pay for it. Slim said she wanted it done by the end of the month, and that she would make it worth his while. Money was no object, and if she wanted more, she was sure she could find some way to accommodate him. He smiled his biggest smile at her and then nonchalantly told her he would have to think it over, but he would get back in touch with her in a couple of days.

Slim pouted for him, making those lips form into something that he just wanted to reach out to and suck the life out of him, but business was business, and this was not part of the deal. Secretly, he knew that his mom would never approve of this doll.

He stood up and threw some cash on the table and said with a tip of his hat, see you later Slim. He walked out the door not looking back, not wanting to keep the memory of what she looked like, or how she smelled, or the touch of those long, slender fingers.

Before he went back to his apartment, he stopped at the grocery store and got a few groceries he needed. A case of beer, some orange juice, a box of eggs, some cheese, a box of cereal, a couple boxes of macaroni and cheese, and milk and bread.  What a way to live, not very healthy, but damn well easy enough.

After arriving back home and placing the food away, he kicked off his shoes, and turned the television on to see if there were any games on. There was one, so he grabbed his blanket, and sat down in his comfy chair to watch the game, but before he got interested in it, he was dreaming about the beautiful dame.

The next day came, and he was busy at his desk, when he got a knock on the door. He got up and went over to open it, and it was the sweet little lady that lived across the hall from him. She said that her room was cold and she wasn’t sure if the heater was still working. Could he come over and take a quick minute to look at it. Slim said sure, Mrs. Miller, anything for a sweet lady like you.

He grabbed his slippers and put them on and followed her over to her place. He did think it felt a little chilly in here, and so the first thing he did was go to the thermostat and check to see what the reading was. It was set on 55 degrees, and he asked Mrs. Miller why was it set so low? She came over and squinted, taking her glasses off so she could see the small numbers better, and said, oh my, I have turned the lever the wrong direction. Oh, Mr. Paul, I am so sorry. I feel like such a fool. I bothered you when you were busy working, over something so silly. Paul said, don’t worry, honey, it was an honest mistake. I will just turn the lever back up to about, let’s say 72? Mrs. Miller shook her head in agreement to that number. She didn’t move around too much, so she got cold quickly. Paul waited for the heater to kick on and then looked at her smiling, and said it is all fixed now. You are going to be warmed up in no time.

Mrs. Miller went over to her cupboards and pulled out a big container that had peanut butter cookies in it and grabbed a few and walked back over to Paul, and asking him to hold his hands open, she placed the cookies in his hands. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, and said thanks, anything for you neighbor. With that she smiled back at him, and walked him to the door, and let him out. She made sure to watch him walk through the hall and into his own apartment.  When she saw his door close, she closed hers also, thinking, what a nice man, he deserves a nice lady friend.

Paul sat back down at his desk to go back to work, but smiled as he thought about the sweet, little, old lady next door.  If she was forty years younger, he would ask her out, and just then, his phone rang. He picked up the receiver and saying hello, Paul here, he heard the gooey voice of Slim.

Have you made any decisions yet about the job I want completed, she was asking through the phone. He could almost vision her standing in the shower, with droplets of water running over her silky body, her voice was so steamy. He answered back with a no. He had not had a chance to go over it yet, and he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to consider this deal, whether he did the work or hired some goon to do the dirty work.

He heard her croon over the phone and said that there had to be some way of changing his mind. What’s your address honey? Tell me where you live and I will be right over. Paul knew this was not a good thing. The last thing he needed in his apartment was this dame and no place to run.  He told her to give him one more day, and he would give her a call, and with that, he hung up, leaving her hanging on the other end.

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