The Little Fucker Gang

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They are planning a heist, but Harry Dick is on the case.
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"Fuck you, Jenny. We're through. Good bye, you bitch!" Harry Dick, mediocre private detective, and well known wanker, shouted into the telephone receiver.

"Now calm down, Harry. I'm trying to make it up to you," came the reasoning voice of the insane porn-mystery writer, Jenny Jackson. "I know I've put you into some, shall we say, uncomfortable situations in the past but..."

"No, Jenny. I ain't falling for it this time," replied Harry.

"You tell her, Big Guy," came the voice of Harry's Cock from its hiding place in Harry's pants.

"Shudup, you little bastard," Harry screamed at his cock. Then to the telephone receiver, "Just fuck the hell off, Jenny."

"At least hear me out, Harry," came Jenny's voice on the phone. "I have it from a good source the Harrison Mansion over on Hilltop near Central Park will be robbed tonight. This could be your big case, Harry. The Harrison's are big wheels in this town."

"What source, Jenny? Some drunk on skid row like all your usual sources?"

"No, Harry. I'm actually writing this one without any help from outside sources. This time I'm writing a really great story for you."

"Yeah. Yeah. Just like that dyke wrestlers and Swedish fat broad you sucked off on me last Halloween, Jenny. I ain't doing this again."

"Just hang up on her," whispered Harry's Cock.

Harry thought about this for a moment then tried his best to slam the telephone receiver onto it's cradle. He couldn't.

Jenny's voice came from the phone, "You can't hang up, Harry. I didn't write it that way. Besides, I felt so sorry for that Swedish woman. Hilda turned gay after you did her, you know."

"You bitch!" Harry screamed into the phone.

"Yeah. You're a total bitch, Jenny," chimed in Harry's Cock.

"Knock it off, you two. This is something completely new for me. I'm writing you into a real, mainstream mystery," Jenny yawned. "But then if the great Harry Dick isn't up to the challenge..."

"God damn it!" The anger in Harry's voice was obvious. Harry was trapped and he knew it. "What do I have to do?"

"You just need to show up at the Harrison Mansion around 4:30 this afternoon. Just wait around there and keep your eyes open. I'll write the rest and let you know what to look for by phone."

Harry Dick slammed the telephone received down on it's cradle and stared out the window of his office on 3rd Avenue on New York's lower West Side. The late October sky was as gray and dark as his mood.

"Hey, Harry. Maybe the Harrison broad is really cute and we can fuck the shit out of her," Harry's Cock happily thought out loud.

"In a Jenny Jackson mystery? Get serious. She's probably ninety years old, four hundred pounds and ugly as hell. I even bet she's a dyke, just like that bitch, Jackson."

Harry reached in the top drawer of his desk and took out his most prized possession, a nickel-plated 38 caliber revolver with the confusing inscription on the receiver that read, "To Louis on his 21st birthday." For the ten-thousandth time Harry wondered who the hell Louis was and what was so special about his 21st birthday. Harry stared out the window and ran his fingers over the polished, though worn, surface of the gun, lost in thought.

One would think Harry was deep in contemplation of the coming heist, but in reality, his mind had drifted to his secretary, Maria Torres, who was now in the outer office. In his mind he ran the cold steel of his revolver over her naked bazookas, while she swooned and begged for more.

Harry did not even notice Harry's Cock growing in his pants. Nor did he realize he had unzipped his fly to free his best friend.

His revelry was broken, however, first by the sound of his cock. "Urggg. Harry, you're strangling me. Lighten up, dude." Harry glanced downward an could see his hand wrapped tightly around Harry's Cock, which was turning a bright shade of purple.

At the same time the door to his private office opened and Maria Torres stood, wide eyed and open mouthed, in the doorway. "What the fuck you doing, Harry?" she screamed in horror. "You foking playing wit youself?"

"Um...uh..." Harry stammered, letting go of Harry's Cock. The little bugger, now quite flaccid, collapsed and lay unconscious on Harry's pants leg.

"Harry. You a God damn pervert," Maria screamed in horror.

"Maria..." Harry tried.

"Fuck you, Harry. I go to lunch now. Bye. I may not be back." Maria took one step backwards, slamming the door. Then she turned to Police Inspector "Bony" Malone who had been waiting for her in the outer office.

"Hi, Bony," she said, reaching down to stroke the "Bony" boner the cop was sporting his pants. "Time for lunch, big boy." Arm in arm, the two left the office and headed down the three flights of stairs to Bony's waiting police car.

Hours later, in the growing darkness of early evening, Harry rang the bell on the expansive entrance door of the Harrison Mansion. He waited. Nothing happened. He rang the bell again impatiently.

Slowly, the door swung open. "My I be of service," said the elderly butler, dressed in a black mourning suit. In the crook of his left arm the butler held a large crockery bowl of candy bars - Baby Ruths, Mars Bars and Snickers. These were not the tiny, "bite sized," cheap ones most people gave away either. These were the full sized candy bars.

"Yeah. Trick or Treat. And I wanna see the Harrison dame."

"May I say who's calling?"

"Dick. Harry Dick. Private eye," Harry said proudly, offering his tattered business card.

"Oh yes. The low class gum shoe. Madame Harrison is expecting you. Please come in."

Harry followed the butler, who he had told him was called - get this - Jeeves - into the mansion. Jeeves led Harry into a sitting room off the main entrance hall and asked him to wait while he went to inform the lady of the house.

The room was larger than Harry's office, but quite comfy, except for the elephant head mounted above massive stone fireplace and a glass case in the corner filled with a collection of shrunken heads. That, Harry thought, was a bit much. He was about to "accidentally" slip a silver ashtray into his pocket when he was interrupted by a voice.

"Mr. Dick. I'm so glad you are here. That excellent mystery writer, Jenny Jackson, called and told me to expect you," Mrs. Harrison said, holding out her hand. She was not as bad a Harry had expected. She was somewhere in her mid-sixties, gray hair, rather rotund and dripping with expensive-looking jewelry, but not a bad looking broad for her age. Most likely horn as hell too, he told himself.

Harry took her out-stretched hand. "Pleased," he intoned in his best Bogart imitation. "Now let's get down to business. Who are these guys? Some big crime gang? Mobsters? What?"

Mrs. Harrison looked confused. "I don't know. Jenny told me to tell you to call her. She has written all the particulars of this case by now." Harry took is Iphone from his trench coat pocket and punched out Jenny's number.

"Hello, Harry."

"Ok, Jackson. What's the deal? Some big crime syndicate?"

"This is a gang that's up to now quite unknown to the police, Harry. They call themselves the Little Fucker Gang. I can't tell you much more because I haven't written that scene yet. But be on the lookout for some tough looking characters. I'll call you back after I write the scene." Jenny paused, then asked, "How the hell did you get an Iphone in 1943? Steve Jobs hasn't even been born yet."

"Steve who?" Harry asked, a look of utter confusion on his face - a look that seemed to happen to him a lot, actually.

"Never mind, Harry. Just keep your eyes open. I'll call you back later." Jenny hung up the phone.

Harry turned to Madame Harrison. "Don't worry, Doll. I got everything under control here." He thought about asking this rich bitch if she knew who Steve Jobs was, but was interrupted by the doorbell.

"You stay here out of sight. I'll go check this out," Harry told her, drawing his prized revolver from the holster under his left armpit. Cautiously and stealthily, Harry moved out into the entrance hall and approached the great door. Carefully, he thumbed the latch then swung the door wide, gun cocked and at the ready.

"Trick or Treat," said an eight year old dressed out in a Batman costume, just as the gun discharged, the bullet barely missing the kid's head.. "Hey, mister. Is that a real gun? Can I play with it?"

Mrs. Harrison screamed.

Jeeves push by the detective. "Oh, delightful. A little Batman," he said with a wide smile, holding out a Snickers bar. As the boy reached for the candy, Jeeves jerked it away. "And what is your Trick, young fellow?"

The boy grimaced. "Soap, you jerk. And if that don't work, I'll kick you in the nuts."

Jeeves handed the candy bar to the kid with a flourish and closed the door.

"Guess that wasn't the Little Fucker Gang," Harry said, sulking.

The doorbell rang again. Jeeves turned and opened the door. "Trick or Treat."

This time there was a fairy princess, a Robin Hood and a Ghost. Each got a candy bar and left. This continued for over an hour. Jeeves found his bowl was nearly empty and had to go to the pantry to refill his it with candy. "Would you catch the door. I'll be right back."

"Please don't shoot anyone else, Harry," the Harrison dame told him. "I have to live in this neighborhood and it wouldn't be good to have to explain how their children were killed on my doorstep."

Harry nodded. Jeeves hurried away down toward the end of the entrance hall. The doorbell rang. Harry opened the door, by now getting into the Halloween thing, smiling.

"Trick or Treat," called the Three Little Pigs.

"Ha ha. Oink Oink," said Harry.

"Shut da fuck up, asshole," said the pig with a house made of sticks.

Harry found himself staring down the barrels of three 45 caliber automatics. "Obviously, you didn't read the story right. The three little pigs didn't have guns," Harry told them with authority, having just finished a porn version of Grimm's Fairy Tales some weeks before.

The pig with the house made of bricks kicked Harry hard in the shin. "He said shut da fuck up, asshole."

"You are a bad little boy. Such language. Tsk. Tsk," said Mrs. Harrison from the sitting room. "Don't give them any candy, Harry. That's for the good little kids."

Harry grabbed his leg.

"This ain't looking good," Harry's Cock said, rolling his eye.

"Who da fuck said dat?" demanded the pig with a house made of straw.

"I did, you God Damn little prick," Harry's Cock said loudly.

"Shut up," Harry told his cock in a whisper.

"Fuck off, Harry. Kick these guys asses." Harry's Cock shouted.

"I can't believe what's happening. Dis guy is arguing with his dick," the pig with the house of sticks laughed.

Together Harry and the Little Fucker Gang moved into the sitting room.

"You are bad little boys," Mrs. Harrison said with indignation.

"Shut your pie hole, sister," came the retort from the pig with the house made of sticks.

The Iphone in Harry's pocket began to chirp like dying pigeon. "What da fuck is dat?" demanded the pig with a house of bricks.

"Oh, just my telephone," Harry said reaching in his pocket. "Harry Dick here," he answered the call.

"Oh, hi, Harry. It's Jenny. The mob guys are midgets. I wrote them disguised as the three little pigs trick or treating to gain entrance. They should be arriving right after Jeeves goes to the pantry."

"Thanks for the info, you bitch. But you're a little late."

"Oh good, you caught them?"

"You know I didn't. Now how you going to write me out of this mess?"

"I'm not sure, Harry. But not to worry. I'll think of something." Jenny hung up the phone.

"Hey. Where'd you get an Iphone? Those aren't available until the twenty-first century," asked the pig with a house made of straw. "I suppose you have an Ipod too. Right?"

"Oh, shit. Here we go again," complained Harry's Cock.

"Forget the Iphone," Harry demanded. "What the hell do you guys want?"

The three pigs looked at each other. "Dis fucker thinks he da big bad woof, don't he?" the pig with the house of sticks, laughed.

"Show um how really bad-ass you are, Harry," Harry's Cock whispered.

The doorbell rang again. Jeeves hobbled from somewhere in the rear of the mansion carrying his bowl of candy to answer the door.

"Trick or Treat," Jenny Jackson laughed.

Jeeves looked her up and down. "You're a little old to be trick or treating dressed as Little Bow Peep, don't you think, Jenny?" Jeeves said, his eyes smiling.

"Oh, come on, Jeeves. Give me a Baby Ruth and stop laughing or I'll edit you out of the story." Jenny did not wait for the butler. She took a candy bar from the bowl and pushed on past him.

"I see almost everyone his here now," Jenny smiled. "Mrs. Harrison, Harry and the entire Little Fucker Gang."

"We should have known, Harry. Another loser Jenny Jackson story with us as the butt of her stupid jokes," Harry's Cock whined.

Jenny rolled her eyes. "I rue the day I ever let you speak, Cock." The three pigs laughed at this, while Jenny casually walked around the room looking at the midget gang that had been dredged from some deep, black hole in her mind.

"So, you guys think you're going to rob the joint, do you? What do you expect to get?" she asked casually.

The three pigs looked at each other, stupefied.

"That's right guys. I didn't write that part yet. So I guess I'll have to tell you."

The pigs looked on expectantly. Harry only look dejected and hurt at having been involved in another stupid Jenny Jackson dumb-ass mystery.

"Candy bars. You're here to steal candy bars. You are the three grinches who stole all the candy for Halloween. I'm so proud of you. But then, Harry Dick and his cock were on the case. Too bad, guys," she laughed.

The doorbell rang again. Jeeves went to answer it, shaking his head at the ridiculous plot that was unraveling before his eyes..

"So, how much have you gotten? Do you have any idea how much you'd have to steal? And what did you intend to do with it? I don't really know of any candy fences in New York," Jenny asked with a wide grin. The Little Fucker Gang looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Okay. Everyone, throw down your guns. It's the police," came the voice of Bony Malone from the entrance hall. Bony entered the room, gun drawn, followed by a dozen of New York's finest.

Jenny waved at Bony. "Hi, Bony. Right on time."

"Son-of-a-bitch. This is totally embarrassing," said the pig with the house made of straw. "First some asshole wolf destroys my house,. Now I'm getting busted for stealing candy from babies. We'll all be the laughing stock in Sing Sing," he said sadly, as he was being handcuffed.

The other pigs shook their heads in agreement as they were marched off to the waiting paddy wagon.

"Congratulations, Mr. Dick. You caught those ruffians," Mrs. Harrison said, smiling.

"Oh my God, Harry," Maria Torres said as her overly ample boobulations giggled into the room. "You actually solved a case. I'm so proud of you."

"Proud enough for a little "in and out," baby?" questioned Harry's Cock, his one eye leering at Maria's knockers.

Maria took Harry by the arm and walked him to the door. "I have just what you've always wanted, Harry," she said with a smile and a wink. Then, as the two strolled together down the long walk to Harry's Packard, she whispered in his ear.

Harry stopped and turned. Jenny and Bony Malone were watching from the porch. Harry grinned and gave Jenny a "thumbs up" in thanks for what he was going to get from Maria. Both Jenny and Bony could tell by the obvious signs that Harry's Cock was overjoyed too.

Jenny turned to Bony. "Give the little guy a few minutes then we can follow and watch the fun when he finds out Maria's really a tranny," Jenny laughed.

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SweetWitchSweetWitchover 16 years ago
Tears in my eyes

I haven't commented on too many of the contest stories because I'm trying read all of them and there just isn't enough time. But I had to say, Jenny, that I love your work. I've learned by now to put a towel on my chair before I sit to read your stories. Damn near wet myself laughing.

Poor Harry.

Molly

Kev HKev Hover 16 years ago
LOL, Jenny

My funny bone loves you (and no, he doesn't talk for himself).

DarkniciadDarkniciadover 16 years ago
Dagnabbit...

Don't you dare follow through on that threat from the forum *laugh* I saved this one as my treat at the end of a reading run, knowing I'd have a good laugh at Harry's expense.

Black TulipBlack Tulipover 16 years ago
Marvelous

Thank you for a marvelous treat.

Boobulations? Still laughing.

Good luck.

Black Tulip

MunachiMunachiover 16 years ago
Great story, as always

Had a lot of fun reading it, and am looking forward to the next Harry Dick story...

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