Silence and Stilettoes, Pt. 4 (Decided) (Patreon)

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“There’s no point in trying to play games here… you can’t kid a kidder after all. I do my best not to drag my feet as I stride up to the woman who has what I need. I peer at her from under my wide brimmed hat, and she peers back with a glint in her eye. I don’t think she’s at all surprised to see me here…

‘Selina’, I say dryly, with only a nod to follow up.

‘Awww… is that all you have to say to me? You’ve got some nerve too, Mr. Jingles, to come to me during this chaos. So do us both the favour and call me ‘Cat’.’

‘Mr. Jingles?’

‘That coin purse of mine you keep swingin’ in your slacks is still full to the brim if you’re in front of me once more.’

I knew she wouldn’t forget… I grip my concealed gun in my trench coat pocket even tighter, knowing full well she’ll take a swipe if give her the opening. I still feel her fingers taking a firm hold of me late at night, and even now, like a phantom tease from the last time I let my guard down around her. Still, I came out on top last time… I got the collar I sought, but only because my resistance held up long enough, to the very last second. Any longer and I would have fucked her so hard the rickety floor of her apartment would creak, bend and shake… but then the great Mr. Wayne would be out a fortune when the heist paid off. I… I won that round, didn’t I? Did I?

With certain visions of a past unlived suddenly seeping into my imagination, it makes it hard to notice the delicate placement of her hands upon my shoulders. I only realise my coat being disrobed from me when my hand that is so tightly curled around my snub instinctively let’s go and my jacket it thrown from my body to the ground. Shit… that pistol was my main defence.

With it gone, I allow Cat to dance her way up close to me with her feline like steps, readying myself to come to blows if it should so happen. Instead, she continues to play with her toy, like only the Cat that leads the Rats would, stepping closer every time I inevitably step back. Our moves culminate in a sudden stumble, and just like that I find myself seated on some abandoned doorstep, Selina’s hands pinning down my knees as she leans forward to look me in the eye… with the occasional sly glimpse down to… my ‘coin purse’.

Despite the heavy, polluted air of the slums around us, I can smell the scent of the heated woman now. Her whispered breaths tickle my neck, and my ears, with each of her purrs. My pants gentle scratch my thighs as she paws and rubs them so delicately… it’s only been a moment and I’m suddenly yearning for her to slowly relieve my lower regions of this awfully heavy sensation that is my weighty, and tightly fastened belt buckle… but instead she only asks me a single, pointed question.

‘What do you want, Roy? The city is in upheaval what with that Mark bigshot dead… my time’s at a premium now.’

She snaps me from my thoughts before I can truly get lost in them. She’s right, I’m here for a reason, and it’s not a happy one. Right now another beautiful woman needs me, and unlike this gutter skank, she deserves a helping hand.

‘That’s why I’m here… I’m in need of a lead. You’re the one in the know, if you’re as good as I think you are.’

‘You flatter me… as well you should if you want my help. What case of yours got all twisted up with that rich scum’s death? He had his hands all over everything, and everyone, now didn’t he?’

‘It’s his murder actually. I’m looking into it.’

‘Pity. I liked you… I’ll make sure to spit on your grave if I ever come across it.’

As her face turns to a disinterest scowl, the sudden shift in her posture sees to it that her pert nipples breach the edge of her tube top like a breaking wave, appearing before me like two radio dials that ache for a hard twisting. Her bare chest is so small and fragile it takes me some effort not to let a chuckle loose… but that would mean my untimely end here, a lot earlier than I ok with. She senses my peering glance and with a scoff, she decided her seductions may not be worth it… or maybe she only changed tact. 

She turns away from me, and I can’t help but run my eyes over her form. Her small frame is lithe but toned, and I never could understand how her skin-tight pants could plump up her ass like that. How easy would it be to bury your cock to the hilt in it? Would the hot, twitching rod glide right though her cheeks like a firebrand through soft butter? Or is it firm, would it resist the pushing, would it fight back and encase you like two balls of rubbery latex squeezing you as you joust her? It’s so hard to tell by just looking…

Twice today I am take by the feminine form… I understand her sudden reluctance to talk, sticking one’s nose into the upper echelon’s business is as much a death sentence as it would be to walk in the moonlight amongst the streets of the Rat’s Nest. But for some reason I find myself compelled to do it… Asana’s pull on me overcomes my doubts… if she tells me this city can still be saved, I somehow believe it.

‘You’ll be buried right next to me if my hunch is correct. I fear Marco is back in town…’

‘What…? You mean?’

‘Yes, Marco Malocchio… ‘Evil Eye’’

‘Shit… I might have fucked up badly last night.’

This putrid city of sin and vice, it may be a Hell on Earth but it was a home to many and had a place for all. But not Marco. This place lifted up grifters, exhaled men and women who stole and intimidated their way to wealth… it casted down those who sought the better angels of human nature, like myself, until they look up from the muck. But even this place could not tolerate Marco, my oldest friend, my biggest regret, and my most dangerous foe.

We once worked the police force together, right here in our home town. We were rookies who were determined to see a new world bloom, but little did I know his was darker than what already stood. His power of authority turned to madness, turned to murder, turned to slaughter. He killed to pick up money that would help him rise to the top, and then because it was a new way to his vision, and then… to silence those who would see him stopped. His calling card was a special stiletto blade, standing up from the throat as if to say… ‘Ssshhhhh’. 

‘Why are you asking me? ‘Evil Eye’ left a daughter behind… she’s changed her name but she makes it no secret who she is… go deal with her and leave me out of it.’

‘You’re already knee deep in this… I know you, and I know I’m right.’

‘God damn it, you are. Yes, a certain… knife… may have passed through my hands last night. I never thought it had anything to do with that psychopath, lots of people use stiletto blades to get their job done.’

‘I need to see that blade, now’. I press on her the seriousness of the situation with a grim expression.

‘I buried it… somewhere safe. Outside the Rat’s Nest. It made sense to me.’

‘Where is it? I need that blade… Give it to me.’

I push her off me. This is not time for playing games I remind myself. Things have already gotten out of hand. If what Selina says is true and she buried it, it’s already contaminated as evidence… but maybe I can still gleam something if I get my hands on it immediately.

‘Take me to your hiding place Selina. Now.’ I growl. She may be the cat that keeps the rats in line, but right now I’m the bulldog that keeps that cat in part honest.

‘And let you lead that monster right to me? Forget it.’ 

I stare back at her with a fearsome scowl as she returns my gaze.

‘Hold on… I’ve just had an idea. C’mon… follow me, I’ll show you’ she purrs, a fresh smile breaking out on her lips.

She straightens out her clothing, once again covering up her nipples, and with a swagger she walks a few paces ahead of me in the direction of Memorial Park. We make it half a street away before she turns a corner, and in the moment it takes me to follow suit, I make a critical mistake. Actually, I made it long ago, when I trusted The Cat to begin with… I step around the bend only to see an oversized, full-metal wrench in full swing at head level. I hear her words before I feel it’s impact.

‘Call us even Roy, now eat dirt while I disappear!’

I hit the concrete ground with a meaty thwack. All goes dark… he cackling laugh is the last thing I hear.”

Be hard boiled and beWilder!