Mister Sandman Ep. 04

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS

Detective Chenille Vilain came inside the old hotel. Old Town was part of her district and Joe Hooker was a murder suspect she wanted to capture. 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 or maybe Mexican.

The lobby was quiet but she heard intermittent familiar sounds coming from somewhere in the building, and went looking for the source of the sound, using a flashlight to find her way. After shaking door handles and pushing dead elevator buttons she found the old bar then the staircase and went upstairs.

She checked all the rooms on the 2nd floor but saw no one, then went up the stairs to the 3rd floor. It sounded like someone, a woman, was in trouble in one of the rooms. So Chenille followed the hallway to Joe's room, peeked through the door and saw Andrea's mouth filled to the rim with Joe's cock. Andrea looked like Jessica Rabbit, and looked good with her red hair draped over Joe.

Joe stood beside the old bed, Andrea sat on her legs working his cock like she was Cool Hand Luke chopping high grass along the road, panting and cooing, "Gimmee that nut!" Then she turned around, on hands and knees, and spread her legs so Joe could push his cock in her wet place.

Neither she nor Joe saw Chenille, their eyes were closed, but Chenille's pussy noticed them and throbbed, and both women wanted Joe's cock filling their wet holes. Chenille's cunt throbbed just like when she first started college and met with married grad students down in the basement of the library. The basement saved her grades a lot.

Andrea soon noticed Chenille but said nothing until after Joe's nut was safely inside her. Andrea turned her head around and spoke to Chenille, "Don't be shy, c'mon in."

Joe then looked at Chenille, too. Chenille looked at Joe's cock and Andrea's moist, creamy bottom and slowly pushed the door open and came in the room.

Andrea got out of bed, walked over to Chenille, and unbuttoned Chenille's blouse. Chenille let her handbag slip off her shoulder, down her arm, to the floor as Andrea pulled down the zipper on Chenille's skirt. The skirt fell to the floor. Chenille stepped out of it and followed Andrea to the bed where Joe removed her bra. Joe and Andrea sexed her till the light in the room grew too dim to stay. Chenille drove Joe home so she could talk to him but wanted to stay and sleep.

"I should take you in, you know, your Dna and fingerprints are all over the place at Laverne's home," Chenille said.

"I didn't kill her, I fucked her," Joe replied.

"You were seen at her house."

"I just told you I was there, spent the night, and had sex several times," Joe reminded her.

"Your own mother! You're a disgusting animal."

"And it was good sex," Joe added.

"If it comes out I been with you, I'm fucked," Chenille said.

"I never kiss and tell," Joe replied.

"You really are an animal, sex means no more to you than having coffee at the diner."

"I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, if that's what you're after. It is what it is." Joe put his hand on Chenille's knee and moved it up her thigh to her panty.'

"Does that give you a nice warm feeling?" She asked.

"You feel pretty warm, too," Joe said as she spread her thighs wider apart. "Wanna spend the night?"

"I got a husband at home," she reminded him.

"I 'spect he knows what's up with you," Joe said. "He probably won't bat an eyelash when you come home with no panties or bra."

"Is that your plan for me?"

"I take it as it comes," Joe slipped his fingertips inside the legband of her panty to touch her wetness. "Call him and let him know you're with your new lover. I bet he says, BE CAREFUL AND HAVE FUN."

"You must think he's a sissy?"

"Looks like it. I think sex with you isn't high on his HONEYDEW list," Joe said as he teased her gash with his finger and started nibbling on her ear.

"You gotta itch for black women?"

"Just the zebras," he replied.

At his trailer Jehmu was missing in action. "Where's your honey?" Chenille asked as she set her bag on the kitchen counter and went to the bathroom to pee. Joe followed and talked to her from the bathroom doorway.

"Probably over at the Quickie Mart scoring some dope," he guessed.

"More likely out behind the store fucking a car fulla Mexicans," Chenille said. "Let's take a shower and go to bed. Got a razor? I got five o'clock shadow and I wanna feel soft for you."

"Joseph we need to talk first," Mike Glinda surprised the lovers. "I won't keep him long, Detective Chenille."

"Uh, do I know you?" Chenille asked.

"No," Glinda replied.

"Then why don't you get lost," she suggested with a frown.

"Chill!" Joe said. "His dick is longer and bigger than your's, don't get in a pissing contest with him. Get in the shower and I'll join you in a minute."

Joe and Mike sat in Glinda's car. Glinda handed Joe another envelope. Joe opened it, skimmed the data sheet, and looked at the photo. "Willie Jackson, huh?" A brick of hundred dollar bills fell out of the envelope.

"He hurt a female cop snatching her purse, he pulled her into the road and a car ran over her arm, looks like she'll lose the arm; he's a very large kid," Glinda said, lighting a cigarette. "The court cut him loose because the judge is a bleeding-heart soccer mom, but the cop belongs to some folks who disagree with the judge and want Willie sent home to Jesus."

"He's eighteen?" Joe asked.

"Something like that, probably a little older," Glinda said. "Doesn't matter, the judge will likely wail the loudest but few will miss him. Reverend Hal won't like it, though."

"Who's Reverend Hal?" Joe asked.

"He's a teevee preacher with his hand up every skirt in town. All the black whores and pimps, crack, penny-ante gambling, arson, the local laborers hall. Miami gets a chunk of Hal's cheese and leaves him alone. But the cops don't love the man. And Miami keeps Hal tied to a short rope because they don't want the cops interested in their business. Willie works for Hal."

"We'll cross Hal's bridge when we come to it. So take care of Willie Jackson and earn some brownie points from folks who matter," Glinda said. "And get moving on the hotel. We need the rooms for our Cuban guests. The government says they're cultural artists but they're hookers come here to learn English and American ways and create an income stream for Castro."

Glinda left, Chenille left close to midnight sore in all the right places. Jehmu came home two hours later, bathed, and crawled into bed beside Joe who awoke with his cock in her mouth. Joe liked three things about Jehmu: Her plump ass, her pussy that felt like a warm hand milking him like a cow, and her hungry mouth. Jehmu was a natural born whore who loved her work. "Don't you ever get enough cock?" Joe asked.

Jehmu pulled her mouth off Joe's dick," I don't get enough from quickies, quickies aint as good as one good cock all night. Lemme have your nut in my pussy, baby. Then lemme have it some more." Jehmu laid her head on the pillow while Joe got behind her. She lifted her ass up, spread her legs, and guided him inside with her fingertips. "It fills me up good. That cop you fuck likes it too. She told me."

"When?" Joe asked.

"I saw her at the Quickie Mart little while ago."

"She likes you, too," Joe said.

"How you know?" Jehmu moaned.

"She told me she wants to sleep with you," Joe said.

"And what'd you say?" Jehmu replied.

"I said work it out with you."

"What you gonna do with all the baby mommas you fucking?" Jehmu asked. "You better add a nursery to that hotel."

"Lemme know when you need a nursery," Joe replied.

"Maybe soon if you put your baby in me."

"You want it, don't you?"

"Maybe," she replied. "Lotsa men like fucking knocked up gals. You gonna let me fuck if I'm knocked up? I make you plenty of money then."

In another part of town Willie Jackson met with associates of Reverend Hal to discuss the fall-out from the purse snatching. "It like this, Willie, Reverend Hal is troubled about what happened to the police officer. He fears the cops don't care how a young man needs walking around money and how stubborn some gals is about giving anything up to no young man."

"So what?" Willie Jackson replied. "Fuck the motha fuckin po-leeece. I got that old bitch judge suckin my dick, what do I care about the cops?"

"Reverend Hal care! The only thing he love more than Jesus is money, and you is about to fuck with his money big time. You listenin to me? The man ain't happy."

Willie rolled his eyes and looked away from the men sent to explain the facts of life to the young hoodlum.

"What Reverend Hal want is for you to stay at home with your momma or get your ass outta town till things blow over with the police," a second man added.

"Reverend Hal gonna make a love offering to the cop you hurt, then he gonna own your ass for the duration, you dig it?" The first man said.

Willie looked bored. "Can I go now? I got shit to do and people to see."

"Boy you been told nice-like, next time won't be nice, maybe Reverend Hal just decide to shit you down the toilet," the 2nd man added.

The next day Joe went by the address the probation officer had for Willie. Willie wasn't home so Joe left a message with Willie's grandmother. "Willie's probation officer says Willie needs a job and I got one if he's interested."

"What kinda job?" The old lady asked.

"I'm remodeling the Ritz Hotel in Old Town and need some young muscle to pull up carpeting and tile and wall paper." Joe gave her a card with his cell phone and the address of the hotel. "I'm usually there by eight o'clock."

When Joe went home Jehmu was eating an 18 year old platinum blonde with black eyes named Megan Flores. At five feet tall and one hundred pounds Megan had small tits. What she had was beneath a Hawaiian lei. Her cut-off jeans concealed none of her charms and she had a baby bump. She was barefoot and her legs below her knees were covered with fluorescent pink leg warmers.

Megan was one of the girls Willie pimped. She and Jehmu were lying on the bed together enjoying each other. Jehmu had a bra on but no panties. They sat up when Joe came in the bedroom, and lit a joint.

"This is the guy I told you about," Jehmu said as Joe walked through the room to the bathroom. "Joe, Megan needs a job." Joe let loose a heavy stream of piss into the bowl without bothering to close the bathroom door.

"My hiring process is simple, you can fill out an application and bring me some recommendations, or you can climb aboard my cock. You keep half of what you earn, the half I take keeps you outta jail and safe," Joe said. "Where you been working?"

"At the XTACY LINGERIE SHOP," Megan said.

"Tell Joe about the owner," Jehmu said.

Megan bit her lower lip. "He caught me taking money and made me fuck him or he'd call the cops."

"What did Jehmu tell you about me?" Joe asked.

"She said you own a hotel where girls have rooms to be with guys."

"That's right. It's a whore house but it's not open yet," Joe said. "And you can't fuck guys for free cuz Willie needs cash. Not during working hours. Your ass is out the door first time it happens. You plan to keep the baby?"

"I don't know," Megan said.

"Why not! Jehmu says lotsa guys like pregnant women."

"What about when the kid is born? I don't offer a nursery for new moms."

"Maybe me and Willie will be married by then," she said. "He's out looking for a job, to help me."

"Is the kid Willie's?" Joe asked.

"Willie doesn't care," Megan said.

"So you don't really know?" Joe asked.

"Uh, huh," Megan replied.

"Do you use protection with anyone?"

"Not really," Megan confessed. "Guys don't like it."

"How much money do you have?" Joe asked.

"Not much," Megan said. "Willie's gonna be pissed when I got nothing to give him."

Joe pulled a roll of money from his pocket and handed Megan four fifties. "Here's the deal, "Joe said, "The money is for your pussy, I don't steal booty. Then I want you to work the streets with Jehmu till I open the hotel. Sometime soon I'll give you a dog tag to show cops if they stop you. Any questions?"

"No." Megan pulled the jeans off her hips and down her legs. Joe dropped his pants and got between her legs. Jehmu joined in. Later the girls showered and left.

Joe didn't wait up for Jehmu and Megan, and they weren't around when he got up in the morning and headed to The Greasy Spoon Dinerfor breakfast. Cathy with the bad teeth and pepperoni titties waited on him. "I get off at nine, can you give me a lift home?" She asked.

Joe looked at her, "How about I give you cab fare?" He pulled his roll of bills from his pants pocket.

"I got something important I wanna talk to you about, after we talk I'll catch a cab if you ain't interested," she suggested.

"Okay," Joe said. "You know where the Hotel Ritz is?"

"The old place two blocks down the street?" She asked.

"That's it," Joe said.

"Meet me there in the lobby after you leave here."

"Okay," Cathy replied.

Around noon Joe opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, and his head hurt like hell. Cathy was on the bed beside him, asleep. She fucked better than she looked. She wanted what they all wanted, money with little work. Willie Jackson sat on the floor, his back against the wall, a knife in his chest. Mike Glinda filled the doorway.

"I told him to stay in the bar till I was done but he followed me and there he is," Joe said.

"What about her?" Glinda asked.

"Oh she'll blab to everyone and word will get back to Reverend Hal, but I don't care. Willie was trespassing is the way he'll see it. Someone told Willie about my roll," Joe guessed.

"Get rid of Willie and I'll see you later," Glinda said as he walked away.

TO BE CONTINUED.