Mister Sandman Ep. 02

MISTER SANDMAN Episode 2: The Devil You Know.

All characters are adults.

Joe Hooker wanted to explore the place so he walked out to his van and brought a flashlight back to the hotel lobby. The Ritz Hotel was a century old, built about the time the 1st World War started in 1914. The ground floor featured a lobby, restaurant with kitchen, bar with game room, and a discreet parlor to meet local female talent. A staircase led to private rooms above the bar. An elevator in the lobby accessed rooms reserved for travelers, tourists, and visitors to town. After the war the bar became a speak easy, after the Korean War the whole place became a pensioner's home. And in 1970 The Ritz closed its doors when the area filled with feral Democrats fleeing the urban renewal destruction of Old Town, the city's ghetto.

Joe was surprised the hotel wasn't overrun with homeless crack addicts, until he realized the hotel owner likely gave such people second thoughts about keeping too close. Joe followed the flashlight beam across the lobby floor to the old bar and shined the light around the room until he heard a cigarette lighter snap and saw a flame. The face he saw by the light belonged to Mike Glinda. Glinda lit a candle and a cigarette.

"What you want, old man?" Joe asked but kept on looking around.

"You, Joseph! We have some business, you and me," Glinda replied as he took a drag from his cigarette.

"No, no. You got it all wrong, we're finished, or did you forget?"

Glinda exhaled the smoke," I got the memo. Have a seat and let's talk about it," Glinda pulled a taser off his belt and laid it atop the table. "There's been a change of plans."

Joe eyed the taser. "Looks like a deal I can't refuse," Joe observed.

"You've done okay so far," Glinda replied and took another drag off his smoke.

"You talking about this dump?" Joe countered. "What in hell do I need with a fire-trap hotel in the shithole part of town?" Joe put out the light and sat on an old wood bar chair, laying his arms across the back and leaning forward.

"It's a cornucopia of opportunities," Glinda said. "Plus you need an office." Glinda pulled a small envelope from his coat pocket and tossed the envelope on the table close to Joe. "Open it."

Joe ripped the envelope open. "He looks familiar," Joe said after studying the photo that fell out onto the table.

"His name is Wesley Jackson, a parasite and hack at city hall," Glinda said.

"Who'd he piss off?" Joe asked.

"Who knows, could be any reason for it, I suppose he's a message for others," Glinda said. "Do him like you did the pimp. Leave him where he'll be found quickly. Like in the fountain at the mall! But no witnesses, no evidence. And we never had this conversation. If you're caught, you're fucked." Glinda blew out the candle. "Good night, Joe."

Joe found Wesley Jackson the next day at a convenient time and place, a bar. Joe went inside the bar, sat next to Jackson, and fed the man drinks and bull shit through the evening. Joe kept at it till Jackson was drunk enough to stagger out of the bar for home then encouraged Jackson to do it. Joe figured Jackson might wander onto the street.

Jackson eventually left for home but soon came back inside. His car wouldn't start, Joe knew it wouldn't. "Lemme give you a lift." Plus a pint of whisky. Joe also had an IV bag filled with a valium, cough syrup, and NyQuil chaser for his friend Jackson. Jackson agreed and sipped the whisky bottle on the way and fell asleep.

At a secluded spot Joe hung the IV bag from the rearview mirror, secured Jackson snuggly with the seat belt, plugged the IV spike into Jackson's vein atop limp the man's hand, waited, left, returned, collected the gear, and left for good on foot. His van wasn't far away, the car Jackson died in was stolen. Joe drove to his trailer park and went inside.

Joe found Jehmu Brown asleep on his bed, dressed in a tee shirt that exposed her shaved cunt. The old clothes she owned filled a grocery bag tossed atop Joe's couch.

Jehmu Brown looked Indian. Her hair was long and naturally waved, her racial features looked Aryan though her skin color was light brown with cocoa colored nipples. She was short with a plump ass, like Kim. And her titties were no more than a mouthful, though firm and pierced with silver rings. Joe ignored her, stripped, and stepped in the shower when the water temp was hot enough for him.

Joe lathered his body with a bar of castile soap made from coconut oils. Joe liked how it made plenty of suds in hard water and rinsed away without a soapy film or residue left behind. As he washed his hair a soft hand slipped around the shower curtain, found his soapy cock, and kneaded it stiff. "What are you doing here?" Joe asked Jehmu.

"I need a place to stay, and I want some cock," she replied.

"Who let you in?"

"I took a key from the manager's office," she replied. Joe couldn't see more than her wet hand jacking his cock, the curtain was closed. He shut the water off and opened the curtain. She handed him a towel. "Can I stay?" Her shirt was off.

"I'll think about it," he replied. "Have you eaten lately?"

"No, I'm too fat, and I wanna fuck not eat" she replied. " Besides, what in hell do you need to think about? I know you like my pussy, and you can have all you want. You got someone else moving in?"

"Kiss my ass. You got no money is your problem," he answered. "But I'm hungry; we'll get breakfast then discuss your future. Put on some clothes." Jehmu's wardrobe was skimpy in more ways than one. Joe looked at what she pulled from her shopping bag then pulled a flannel shirt from his closet, handed it to her, and said, "Put this on and throw all that other shit away."

"Then what?" She asked.

"We'll get some better."

"It's too long!" She said. The shirt's hem stopped below her knees. "And what's wrong with my clothes?"

"We'll stop and pick up a few things from Wally World," Joe replied. "Put your shoes on and get in the van."

Joe drove Jehmu to THE GREASY SPOON DINER down the road from the trailer park. The diner was the place for cheap chow, and the place to pick up cheap whores, many of whom worked at the diner, and none were Pretty Woman good. Joe parked Jehmu in a booth and went to piss before ordering. Water, coffee, and a menu were waiting for him when he returned.

A gum-snapping waitress with bad teeth and skinny pepperoni tits came over to take their orders. "Ready tuh order?" She stuck her pen to her order pad, smiled at Joe, and waited to write.

"Can I have the chocolate chip hot cakes?" Jehmu looked at Joe and CATHY, the waitress. "And a Pepsi?"

"One Pepsi. You also get a side of meat: bacon, sausage links, Canadian bacon, and a sausage pattie," Cathy waited for a decision.

"The sausage pattie," Jehmu sat kicking her legs and replied after a long pause.

"And how bout you, honey?" Cathy smiled at Joe with her decayed teeth. "If you don't see what you want on the menu, just ask. I'll be happy to get it for you."

"Gimme the All American Special," Joe replied.

"How you like your eggs?" Cathy asked, checking Joe out as she waited to write.

"Sunny side up," Joe said. "Plus rye toast."

Cathy vanished with the order as Detective Chenille Vilain came inside the diner. Old Town was part of her district. Five feet tall with straight black hair. One hundred and two pounds with wide hips and small breasts. Chenille was thirty years old, biracial, and married to a white professor named Lawrence. She looked Asian. Joe preferred black women with Aryan features but really liked Mexican pussy.

Chenille ate at the diner to keep her finger on the pulse of the community. She saw Joe sitting at the booth with Jehmu, a whore Chenille had arrested many times for prostitution and possession. Jehmu's dead pimp was one of the cases Chenille was investigating. Chenille was curious about Joe's angle with Jehmu. She ordered coffee and toast while she waited to ambush Joe on his way out.

"When you're done I wanna take you some place," Joe told Jehmu.

"Where?" Jehmu wanted to know.

"Some place close to here. I got an idea you might like," he teased her. Jehmu finished breakfast and had to pee before they left. She went to the restroom while Joe paid the bill and left a tip. Chenille grabbed Joe by the door and handed him a business card.

"You the guy who does handyman jobs?" Chenille asked.

"Yeah," Joe replied, checking her body out like he was buying meat.

"Mind if I call and make an appointment to see you about what I need done?"

"No," Joe replied and handed her his card.

"You're Joe Hooker?" She asked looking at his card.

"That's me," he answered.

"Great, then I'll be in touch. Are you available nights? I mean to call," she asked.

"Twenty-four, seven," he winked at her as Jehmu walked up.

"How'er you doing, Jehmu?" Chenille asked.

"I'm doing okay, Detective," Jehmu replied.

"I'm assigned Julio's case, I want to talk to you about it," Chenille said.

"Right now?" Jehmu asked.

"No, but soon, where can I find you?" Chenille asked.

"Right now I ain't got no place permanent," Jehmu replied.

"Then how about you meet me here, say tomorrow at noon, for lunch?" Chenille suggested.

"I can do that," Jehmu replied.

"Good. I'll see you then," Chenille said.

Joe drove Jehmu over to the hotel and took her inside. "Is this the place you wanted to take me?" She asked Joe.

"I own it," he said. "How'd you like to work for me and live here?"

"Hooking?" She asked.

"Yep," Joe replied.

"The place looks bad," she observed.

"It does, but I have plans to make it better," he replied. "You'll work out of here, get a room and money and other considerations."

"Can I think about it?" She asked.

"Sure," he replied. "You need some clothes."

"I ain't got no money," she said.

"You can gimme some pussy later," he suggested.

"I tried to this morning, " she reminded him.

Joe took Jehmu to a few of the chain department stores common and popular forty years ago. She got all her clothes from thrift shops so she wasn't disappointed, and they were a slice or two up from Wally World. She bought what two-bit whores normally buy, in circus colors, no less. Joe wasn't trying to make her Pretty Woman. And he bought Jehmu a suitcase to store the wardrobe. Done shopping late in the afternoon they brought two pizzas back to the trailer where a note was stuck in the front door. "Stop by and see me tonight. Mom."

Joe got Jehmu settled in, shared pizza with her, and gave her a twenty to buy cigarettes. "I'm going out," he told her," my mom wants to see me."

Laverne Palmer, Carl Palmer's wife, at five feet two and one hundred sixty pounds, lived in the exclusive part of town. A shaggy bleach bottle blonde with green eyes, she married Carl when she was in college and he was a rich real estate broker married twenty years, that done, she whored around till now.

She and Joe Hooker collided after he got out of the service and was at a bar celebrating the event, Laverne was there and drunk and spent the night in his bed after she recogn ized who he was and how he had changed. She didn't care, Joe was grown and hard and made her pussy feel good when she wasn't feeling any pain anyway, and he wasn't the first male relative in her life. Joe wasn't anyone special, Joe was the child she abandoned at birth to her mother's care, and saw rarely. She wasn't sure who his daddy was.

Laverne liked young men and sneaked them into her bed all the time. She liked older guys, too. Joe guessed Carl was away from home on business. He knocked on Laverne's door.

Laverne lived on the water along a stretch of the bay that didn't smell like shit at low tide. Built in the 1920s with a Mediterranean Revival style crowned with red clay tile the lot was huge with space for tennis court, pool, formal garden, and servants quarters above a detached garage. She generally saw her male guests at the garage apartments.

Laverne looked through the window, smiled, and unlocked the door. She wore a terrycloth robe, had a cigarette in her mouth, and held a water-glass full of whisky. She opened the door wide, embraced Joe, and closed her eyes. "Oh baby it's been so long! Come in!"

"How you doing, Laverne?" Joe asked. He didn't call her ma or mom.

"Okay, but I'm climbing the walls," she sighed. "Want a drink?"

"Sure," Joe replied. Laverne uncapped the bottle, filled a water glass, and handed it to Joe. He squeezed her tit as he took the drink.

"You're as perverted as me," she cooed. Her robe was now open to the belt. "You haven't told anybody, have you? If it got back to Carl he'd throw me away with shit to show for it."

"I never kiss and tell," Joe said.

"How long can you stay?" Laverne asked.

"Say when," he replied.

"Can you stay the night?" She suggested. Her cell phone rang. She looked at the number. "Oh shit! Just go away," she thought. "Hi Marcus!" She gushed into the phone. "Baby I'm so sorry, I forgot all about our date cause something came up. My son is in town and stopped by with his wife and kids. Can I have a rain check?" She stayed on the phone with Marcus for three or four minutes and said good-bye.

Joe untied her belt and opened the robe. She had on a sheer teddy top but no panty. She moved close to Joe. He put a hand between her thighs and rubbed her. He imagined she was in heat soon after she started drinking. He was almost certain she uncapped the bottle as soon as she got back to the house from his trailer.

She led Joe to the bedroom. "Let me look at you," she whispered as she crawled up on the bed. She sat on her legs, sipping her whisky, mesmerized by his body. "I brought some emotion-lotion, wanna rub it in?" She drained the glass, set it aside, and pulled the teddy over her head. Joe helped her out by standing closer to the mattress as she jacked him to erection. "I want it, I want it in my mouth," she whispered with a nervous smile. Joe poured the oil onto his hands.

"Lay down and chill out," Joe suggested as he got on the bed to scratch her itch. Laverne lay down and put her head on the pillow. Joe started rebbing the oil into her skin, first her thighs till she spread her legs wide, then worked the oil into the crack of her ass, then into both holes. It didn't take long.

Laverne rose up onto her knees and lifted her bottom for Joe to get at. He lubed her pussy lips with one finger, opening them easily, plus the rim of her anus with another finger. Laverne had a plump camel-toe between her legs that she kept shaved smooth. "I want it, baby," she cooed.

Joe kept kneading her skin and pushed his oily fingers into both holes, to the hilt, and finger-fucked her with slow rhythmic strokes; Laverne's ass was covered with goose-flesh as she pushed her ass against Joe's fingers in time with his finger-fucking. Her eyes closed. At times she altered her posture to try and watch Joe work but soon lowered her head back to the pillow to pant and grunt. Or she held herself up with on one hand as she reached back between her legs to play with her clit. Joe got a good look at her tits and paunch hanging loose and swaying.

Joe finger-fucked Lavene for several minutes, or maybe she fucked his fingers, it was hard to tell, but he stopped to stand by Laverne's face and pull off his shirt while she unfastened his belt and unzipped the fly. Joe then pulled his pants down and stepped out of them; Laverne pushed her hand inside his boxers, pulling out his cock.

Releasing the cock, Laverne then sat on the edge of the bed, facing Joe's waist, pulled her legs around, then leaning forward, tugged the boxers down and off. That done, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and took all of it into her mouth with one motion. Her hand and fingers jacked his cock as she sucked and licked it in seamless fluid motion. The meat made her cheeks inflate on the intake. She looked up at Joe's face and smiled as he fucked her mouth.

Laverne stroked Joe's shaft and sucked on its head for several minutes, until he was long and firm enough to suit her. Joe then lay on the bed while she straddled him, to work his cock with her ass and hips for several minutes, until she was back on her knees for him to do her doggy-style, followed by a spoon coupling. Joe felt her soft wetness as his cock went in easily and worked Laverne's ass pretty hard towards the end, slapping her ass several times to arouse her more. And after he came in her, he stuck his finger inside her cunt to push the leaking cum back in. It didn't help, it still came out in gobs, and ran down the crack of her ass, but she looked satisfied.

They lay together for a while, resting, then French kissed and masturbated each other. After some stroking and sucking and gentle ball squeezing, Laverne got Joe to cum again, and let him release a load into her open mouth. It flowed out her mouth through her lips, then she swallowed it and wiped her lips with her tongue. "Mmm," she purred. She invited Joe to cuddle and they fell asleep.

Later, Joe awoke and heard Laverne in the bathroom bathing. After she returned to bed he got up and took a shower. Back in bed they drank some more, smoked a joint, and started the sex all over. She was snoring when he awoke before dawn and dressed to go. Then she woke up. She looked like hell. "Gotta go already?" She asked.

"Gotta go to work," he replied.

"Got time for a quickie?" She asked, then checked her watch. "It's only five o'clock! Please?" Afterwards she didn't see Joe out but pulled the bed spread over her and fell asleep.

Joe drove home and went inside. Jehmu was asleep and naked. Joe took his clothes off and got in the shower. This time Jehmu got in the shower with him to suck him as he washed. "I got a surprise for you, later," she alerted him. After they fucked Jehmu handed him one hundred dollars. "I made some money for you," she smiled. When they walked out to the kitchen Mike Glinda was sitting in the recliner waiting for them. Jehmu put her arm across her tits then tried to cover her cunt as she retreated to the bedroom.

"Where'd you go last night?" Glinda asked.

"I spent the night with a friend," Joe replied, "why?"

"She's dead," Glinda said. "A witness saw you leave, got your tag number, and called the police to do a well person check. What they found wasn't pretty."

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