The Insolvent Client

a Short Story

Copyright © 2006, Varangian

“I want you to find my brother,” the girl had said without preamble, twisting her fingers together and looking shyly aside at the floor of my office.

She was a college freshman, blond, blue-eyed and sweetly pretty.  Her fresh face exuded innocence, and her well-fleshed body, still slender with small boobs, seemed to have been untouched by lustful male hands.

I immediately fantasized about the circumstances of her defloration, which could not possibly be long in the future.  My cock stirred.

“Why me?” I asked.  “Have you tried the police?”

“No, no!  We can’t involve the police.  I saw your ad in the Yellow Pages, and I thought …”

“I usually work on marriage problems, if you know what I mean, Miss …”

“Colbert, Janice Colbert.  But you’re a private detective.  You know how to find people.”

“That’s true, of course.  How long has your brother been missing?”

“Since yesterday.”

“Yesterday!  You should wait a week or two before paying me good money to find him.  He may just be off on a lark.”

“I know that’s not the case, Mr. Ambrose.  He fled the house after an awful situation at home that I don’t want to discuss.  I know he’s hiding somewhere and I need to find him.”

“How old is he, Miss Colbert?”

“My age: eighteen.  We’re twins.”

“You should really wait a few days, Miss — may I call you Janice?  My services are rather expensive.”

“How expensive?”

“Three hundred dollars a day plus expenses.”

“Oh, my!  I don’t have that kind of money!”

“Then you should use the police.  They’re free.”

“No!  I can’t do that.  Besides they’d just push papers around and accomplish nothing.”

“Do you have any idea where he might be, Janice?  It seems you’ll have to find him yourself.”

She hunched her shoulders then shook her head.  She raised her eyes to mine like a beseeching puppy.  God, was she pretty!  I hadn’t experienced a virgin in twenty years, since I was her age.  I was out of practice in that regard, but here was a glorious opportunity.

“Maybe we can work something out, Janice.”

“I’ll do anything, Mr. Ambrose!”

“Call me Jack.  You understand you’re asking me to work for nothing.”

With teeth on lower lip the fresh beauty nodded, looking into my eyes, then away, and back again with determination.

“I’d really appreciate it,” she said without a quaver.

“You’re very pretty.”  I extended a hand to touch the unblemished cheek with my fingers.

She blushed, but she did not step away from the caress.  Instead her chin came up.  “Like I said, Jack, I’m ready to do anything to find Billy.”

I realized that she understood what I would demand for my services and that she was willing to accommodate me.

“It’s getting late,” I said.  “Let’s go to my place and share a bottle of wine I have in the fridge.  We’ll discuss your problem further.”

“You’ll help me?”

“Yes, of course, Janice.  I’m sure I’ll be able to find your brother.”

* * *

She was clad in jeans and a T-shirt under which modest boobs poked.  I felt like a youngster, ready to score for the first time.

We sat together on my couch with wine glasses in hand.  Guessing that subtlety and seduction were unneeded, I calmly placed a hand on her upper thigh.  She laughed nervously.

“I assume we understand each other,” I said.

“Yes, of course, Jack.  Except … I can’t go back home.  May I stay here with you until we find Billy?”

I gaped at the young beauty, scarcely believing my good fortune.  Just to be certain I pressed my fingers into the crotch of her jeans.

“That feels good,” she said and placed her glass on the side table.

This was no virgin!  Perhaps that was for the best, because I wouldn’t have to endure her weeping in discomfort as I fucked her.  She might even enjoy it!  I also put my glass aside and reached up to palm a soft tit.  Then we kissed.

She allowed me to undress her which I did slowly, relishing the exposure of genuine blonde flesh, young and fresh.  Her pale boobs, with pointy nipples surmounting pale red areolas, were firm like a younger girl’s.  I fell upon them and sucked each in turn as she fondled my head and moaned in pleasure.  Extended fingers definitely revealed no virginity.  Was she a screamer?  I hoped so!

I stood to undress, looking down at her loveliness — pale thighs, long and perfect, light brown hair between them neatly trimmed.

“You’re gorgeous!” I exclaimed, pushing down my boxers.

“And you’re well-hung, Jack.”  She reached up to enfold my turgid cock.  “I’d like to taste you.”

She leaned forward to tongue my knob then engulfed half of the shaft.  I played with her flaxen pony tail as she sucked.  She was good!  Not a virgin here either!

“Christ, Janice!” I called out. “I’m going to come!”

She responded with muted noises and sucked even harder.  I exploded into her mouth, spurt after ecstatic spurt.  My emissions drooled past her lips and coated her chin.  She continued to suck until it became painful and I pushed her head aside.

* * *

I ate her out that evening in bed after having explored her exquisite body with mouth and tongue.  She eventually, after noisy moans, screamed in orgasm — a full-throated howl.

Then I was upon her, between her lovely thighs, into her.  We kissed as we fucked.  She scratched my shoulders and back, meeting my athletic thrusts without inhibition, crying out again and again as pleasure repeatedly overwhelmed her.  God, was she hot!  I sucked her neck as I came, bellowing.

Afterwards, I lay raised on an elbow and gazed at her for long moments, amazed that such a fresh young thing could be so passionate.  She rested with eyes closed and a small smile on her gentle lips.  She had captured me totally.  Although completely spent, I still desired her.

“Why can’t you go home?” I asked, snuggling her to me.

“Do I have to tell?”

“Yes, if it has anything to do with Billy’s disappearance.”

“Billy beat up on our stepfather then ran away.  When Dad starting getting mean with me, I hit him on the head with a beer bottle.  He fell on the floor.  He might be dead.”

“I can understand why you don’t want to go to the police.”

“It’s worse than that, Jack.”

“How so?”

“Dad forced Billy and me to make dirty videos.”

“That’s awful!  With your own brother!”

“It’s the filming we didn’t like, Jack.  Billy and I have been having sex since we were about eleven.  We went along with Dad because we made money from selling the discs.  But things blew up last week when he made a special movie with us and another guy.  The guy wanted it for himself, but Dad kept a copy to use for blackmail.”

“Why did Billy beat up your stepdad?”

“Billy just got fed up with the situation.  He hurt Dad then ran away.”

“Who was the other guy?”

“I don’t know his name, but I’ve seen his picture in the newspaper several times.”

“Someone important?”

“I think so.  I stole the video.  Do you want to see it?”

* * *

After a few porno flicks they get boring, especially ones that feature slutty women and guys with round, hairy bellies.

The video that Janice and I viewed in my study was remarkable only because of the twins’ fresh beauty — that and the owner of the hairy belly, Thomas McKlinty, head of the state’s Republican Party, a ruthless and corrupt man.

The action was routine fucking and sucking, exciting only when the pretty twins went at it.  Although a firm heterosexual, I could not deny the sexual attraction of Billy, an androgynous blonde, almost hairless boy.  The hairy guy seemed to be more drawn to Billy than the boy’s sister, although he did fuck the girl as she looked at the camera with distinct boredom and no response.  The guy sucked then fucked Billy, who did not appear to mind the penetration.

“Is Billy gay?” I asked.

“Not all the way,” Janice responded.  “He’s had a few close buddies at school, but I’m the only girl he’s had sex with.”

“The man in this film is very powerful,” I said.  “Does he know your Dad has a copy?”

“Yeah.  Dad called him and demanded a hundred thousand dollars for it.”

“Shit!  I think you and Billy are in a heap of trouble, to say nothing about your Dad.”

“Do you suppose that guy is holding Billy?”

“It’s possible, Janice, but not likely.  If he does have your brother, he may want to exchange him for the disc.  We need to go back to your house and talk with your Dad.”

“He might be dead!”

“We’ll find out.”

* * *

Jed Colbert, whose forehead sported a bandage, met us at the door.

“What the fuck do you want, bitch?” he growled at Janice.  “You’re of age, and you don’t live here any more.”

“Janice is staying with me for the time being,” I said.  “We’re worried about Billy.  Have you heard from him?”

“I don’t care about that ungrateful faggot.  He ran off with a video that was going to bring me a big score.”

“Janice has it, Mr. Colbert,” I said.  “And we’re not giving it up.  What now?”

“Fuck those twins!  I’m out of here!  It’s gotten too hot for me in this state.”

“But what about Billy?” Janice wailed.

I pulled the girl aside and we retreated down the front steps.

“He’ll be no help,” I said.  “I have an idea regarding McKlinty.  He has the resources to find Billy, a vast organization.  I’m going to give him some incentive to find the boy.”

Just then a Mercedes screeched to a stop behind my car and two guys jumped out.  I knew them: Tony DeGrazia and his muscle guy, Dwane, two “security guards” on McKlinty’s payroll.

“What are you doing here, Ambrose?” DeGrazia asked with a menacing sneer.  “You better not be involved with this video matter.  The boss has told me to pull out all the stops.”

I calmly reached beneath my coat and brought forth a heavy Glock which I held beside me, pointed at the ground.

“I represent the girl here and her brother.  The boy is missing.  You tell McKlinty to find him.  Then we’re willing to make an exchange: the boy for the video.”

“It’s not that simple, Ambrose.  These kids and their Dad know too much.  I suggest you back off.  Just get into your car and leave.  You’ll live a lot longer.”

Just then a car sped down the driveway of Colbert’s house and skidded into the street.  With rubber burning it raced away.

“We’ll get him,” DeGrazia said.  “He can’t hide no matter where he goes.”

“That’s not my problem,” I said.  “I don’t represent him — just the kids.”

Dwane moved forward but stopped when I pointed the Glock at his chest.

“Playing hardball, Ambrose?” DeGrazia asked with an insincere smile.

“You know me, Tony.  I don’t back down.  Go tell your boss what I said, that I’ll trade the video for the boy.  He knows where to reach me.”

“You’re making a big mistake,” the man growled at me, but he and his companion turned and climbed into their car.

* * *

My cock in her felt so right!  Janice caressed my torso with her soft thighs as we fucked, kissing all the while.  She was building to her second orgasm, and mine was quickly approaching.

“Oh, Billy!” she cried into my ear.

I did not resent the misapprehension, and for a moment I imagined I was that sleek, hairless boy fucking his lovely sister.  My own climax soon followed.

We cuddled for long minutes afterwards, half dozing.  I was resolved to get the boy back unharmed, to have the two of them live with me as they attended college.  To have Janice I’d put up with the boy and his queer proclivities.

The ringing telephone brought me alert.

“That you, shamus?”

“‘Shamus!’” I repeated with a laugh.  “You’re an old-fashioned guy, McKlinty.  You watch too many old movies.”

“There’s only one movie I’m interested in, Ambrose, and I don’t trust you not to have made copies.”

“I’m not foolish enough to blackmail you, McKlinty.  I’m only interested in the boy and his sister.”

“You building a harem?”

“You give me Billy and I’ll return the disc.  It’s as simple as that.”

“Those kids know too much, and so do you.”

“If that’s your position, then I’ll make a copy of the video and arrange for it to be made public in case of my death or injury to either of the twins.”

“I figured that.  So you haven’t made a copy yet.”

“That’s for you to find out.”

“I’m in a car in front of your house, Ambrose.  My boys could come in shooting in less than a minute.”

“You won’t do that, McKlinty.  You know I’d blow them away, and where would that put you?”

The phone went dead causing me to fear the worst.  Still naked, I rushed to a closet, retrieved a shotgun, loaded it and ran to the front hallway.

“They’re in back!” Janice screamed just before I heard glass break and thump against the back door.

I moved quickly to the kitchen and took aim at the hoods on the porch.

“I’m armed to the teeth, you goons!” I yelled.  “Don’t come in any further.  Better yet, get the fuck out of my house.”

“I get your point, Shamus,” McKlinty called from the porch.  “Let’s talk and make a deal.”

“Go back to your car,” I replied.  “We’ll negotiate by phone.”

I watched them tromp down the porch stairs.  A minute later the phone rang.

“So,” I heard McKlinty say in a tone of exasperation, “you want me to find the pretty faggot.  I can do that, but I want the video.”

“Of course you do, but I’ll keep a copy just as insurance for myself and the kids.”

“That’s no less than I expected, shamus.  I’ll set the search in motion and call you later in the day.”

* * *

I rested on my elbows atop her, between those exquisite thighs.  We were slow-fucking, kissing and chatting.  We had both already come at least once.

“I’m worried about Billy,” Janice said.  “Do you trust that man?”

“Not at all, but we have him over a barrel.”

We kissed then thrust at each other with more determination.

“This is so good!” I exclaimed.  “I don’t want to give you up.  Will you live with me while you attend college?”

“What about Billy?”

“Of course, he’ll live here too.”

“That’s a relief, Jack, because he and I have nowhere to go.”  She twisted her lips then added, “We don’t have money for tuition.”

“That’s not a problem, sweetheart.  We’ll be a family.”

She laughed then grinned.  “An incestuous one!”

“Definitely!”

We began fucking in earnest, slapping our flesh together.  She stared into my face and allowed me to share her ensuing, noisy orgasm.

“Oh, God!” she cried, scratching my shoulders, and I bellowed in climax before she retreated from her high.

Afterwards we cuddled.  I fondled her perky butt with one hand and diddled her rear opening with a gentle finger.

“Billy puts himself in there sometimes,” she whispered against my neck.  “I enjoy it.”

From the video I had learned that Billy was no less long or thick than I.  Janice’s sexual appetite continued to surprise me, because she was such a fresh, innocent looking girl.

“I’ve never had two guys in me at the same time,” she murmured in my ear.

Just then, before I could explore that tantalizing subject further, the phone rang.  It was McKlinty.

He sighed.  “You got me over a barrel, shamus.  I’ve found the boy and he’s with me.  Let’s trade.”

We did it on my front porch.  Janice held out the disc to DeGrazia while grasping Billy’s hand.  I remained behind the screen door with a shotgun at the ready.

“Will they leave us alone now?”  Billy asked with a slight lisp, when we gathered in the house behind locked doors.

“Yes, McKlinty knows I have a copy of the video.  He won’t risk bothering us again.”

“We’re going to live here with Jack, Billy!” Janice exclaimed.

The pretty boy nodded.  “We need the protection.”  He stepped near to me.  “I think I’m going to like it here.”

END
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