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From: "Turner 2Corners" <turner2corners@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Sam Ped in The Shirley Temple Affair (Mf spoof)
Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2002 00:10:03 -0400
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This story uses Pedro Vila's characters - I'm afraid I haven't got his 
permission to use them directly, so I'm relying on his original posting 
where general permission was given, If I'm in the wrong I hereby apologise 
to Pedro Vila, and offer this in compensation.

Warning Sam Ped is a pedophile -

Please note the characters in this story are all trained actors, no people 
or animals were hurt in production of this story

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Sam Ped in The Shirley Temple Affair

It can be cold in the city, damn cold, especially if you're short of dough, 
I was researching some cases one night, Oh hell who am I kidding, I was 
looking through the horses trying to see which one would bring in the big 
bucks.

My name is Sam Ped, I'm a private detective, I've had a few highlights in my 
career, but nowadays I just keep stumbling from one case to another, I'm a 
soft touch for some dames, I mean I could go for broads, but still prefer 
them younger if you know what I mean?

I was musing over this small hiatus in my life when there was a noise at my 
door, it wasn't a knock, I've heard plenty of them in my life, naw this was 
more of a scrape,

"It's open!" I called out, and could hear the knob being rattled as the 
stiff handle was turned, then the door opened, and this mass of hair looked 
around the block of wood, I could make out the curls and then the freckles, 
shit the kid could have passed for Shirley Temple's twin.

"You Ped?" she asked, looking straight at me.

"Well I'm wearing his pants." I said - nothing not a laugh or even a twinkle 
in her eyes.

"Look mister, I'm in a hurry, are you Sam Ped or not?" her voice showed her 
fatigue.

"Yeah kid, I'm Sam Ped, you've got a problem?" I replied.

"Naw, I'm just walking around for the fun of it, whatcha think I'm doing 
here?" boy did she have a tongue on her.

"Okay kid, what do you want, my services ain't cheap you know!" I decided to 
play the detective, and then got beaten by her when she said.

"You could've fooled me, from this room I'd say you were the cheapest one 
around!" That was it, I could deal with the fact that I wasn't wealthy, that 
I had to scrape up a living doing cases that the normal dick wouldn't touch 
with a 10-foot pole, but I wasn't going to take no crap from a kid.

"The door's behind you, don't let it hit you when you leave!" I didn't say 
what I wanted to, but she got the idea.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I say these things, I just open my mouth and 
they come pouring out." She came up to my desk, "Mr. Ped, they say that 
you'll help anyone in trouble, and I am, I don't know who to turn to, you're 
my only hope!"

I'm a sucker for blonde headed kids with tears in their eyes, I looked over 
her body, she was thin in the normal 9 year-old way, her hair, as I've said 
was curly, her eyes blue, a small snub nose with freckles, a large mouth 
with angel-bow lips, she was a walking wet-dream with plenty left over for 
the night.

"So what's your problem doll?" I said trying to act casually

"I'm lost," She said, hell she could have gone to any street corner and 
asked a policeman if all she wanted was directions. My face seemed to have 
told her my feelings, "I don't mean that I don't know where I am, I mean 
that I don't know where I'm from!"

This was weird, was I suppose to sit down and tell her the facts of life, 
well I could lay her down and show her if she wanted, the look on her face 
told me she didn't mean that either, okay then I thought, lets start at the 
basics.

"You don't know where you're from? Okay what's your earliest memory?" - I 
didn't want to sound like a shrink but sometimes it helps.

She frowned and closed her eyes, "I'm lying in a bed, looking at some fat 
guy, who's pushing away in me, there's a guy by the bed with a camera, 
filming it all." I looked at her she said all this in a calm voice as if it 
was normal.

"How long ago was this?" I asked, you know thinking about years.

"Yesterday!" she said,

"When?" I couldn't believe what she said,

"It was yesterday, I can count days you know!" she was insistent.

"Whoa girl, Now what is your earliest memory, not what happened the other 
day!" I said to her, she was indignant.

"That is my earliest memory, I told you I don't remember anything else 
before then." She told me.

This was getting weirder by the minute, her mannerisms weren't those of a 
normal 9 year-old, and her knowledge was that of a much older person, this 
didn't make any sense to me, I decided to take her to Chan's he'd looked 
after one of my clients before, well a kid I was babysitting anyway.

"Okay kid I'm interested, but how are you going to pay for this, I don't see 
any purse in your hands." I had to ask her, just to see how she'd react.

"I know the asking price Ped, I'm willing to pay plenty, this body may be 
small, but it can handle you anytime!" then she pushed me back in my chair 
and undid the zip on my pants, pulling out my cock and inhaling it quickly, 
she was a pro I can tell you, it wasn't long before I came into her mouth, 
she pulled back her head, opened her mouth so that I could see the white 
sperm held in there, and then she swallowed it down, smiling.  "I think 
that's enough as an advance don't you!" she said, as I said before, she knew 
things that no normal 9 year-old should know. She looked at my cock hanging 
out of my pants, "You wanna put that away, the cops might get the wrong idea 
if we meat any while we're out." She said. Putting the emphasis on the word 
meat.

"Okay kid," I said, "You've hired me, now do as I tell you okay?" she 
nodded, we left my office and walked to Chan's place, when I told her it was 
a couple of  blocks she just looked at me.

"You mean we've got to walk there?" she said, I smiled.

"If you don't pay with cash then we walk, I need money for gas you know, you 
can't give the car a blow job and expect it to start the next day!" That 
shut her up.

We arrived at Chan's and I went down the alley to the back door, gave three 
knocks and then two, the door was opened by one of his daughters, when she 
saw who it was she cursed me in a stream of Chinese, I smiled.

"Nice to see you again Wang-su." I said, "I need to see your dad, is he 
available." I was saved the trouble of waiting for an answer as Chan 
arrived.

"Ped, what you want here?" He said, "We no want trouble like last time!" I 
raised my hands in a calming gesture.

"Chan, I didn't cause that man to start shooting, he did that on his own, 
anyway you got the bullet holes out of the paintwork, so there was no harm 
done was there?" I pointed to the girl with me, "This little darling's got 
some problems, she can't remember anything since before yesterday, can you 
help her?"

Chan stroked his beard as he studied the girl, "Ah, so. Little girl like 
movie star, little girl would make it very big in certain areas." He said 
suggestively.

"She doesn't need a screen test, just to find out what's caused her 
amnesia!" I reminded him, he nodded.

"So, so. You leave girl here, come back hour maybe more, Chan find out 
problem and cure it maybe." He said to me.

"Okay then Chan, I'll be back in an hour." I turned to the girl, "Okay doll, 
this guy's going to examine you, to see why you've lost your memory, I'll be 
back here later. Alright?" she nodded and walked through the door with Chan 
without a word. I decided to waste time at Farci's Bookshop, see what he had 
available, he still owed me some favours.

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The bookshop was open when I arrived, a few furtive men walking around the 
place trying to find that certain little something to brighten up their 
days, they should have asked Farci straight away, he always had a cache of 
prime books under the counter, and some 'educational' films in the back, 
well they've taught me a thing or two anyway.

I walked up to Farci and smiled, he leaned back.

"Hey Ped, whatever it was, I didn't do it!" he said, I was hurt, here I was 
just trying to be friendly and he was trying to cover something up, this 
could be interesting.

"Farci, Farci, did I say you had? Tell you what; I've a few minutes to 
whittle away and thought I'd spend them with you, maybe look at a few films 
while I'm here, anything new?" He seemed to calm down slightly but kept 
looking furtively around, he must have some prime stuff in to merit this 
reaction.

"Yeah sure Ped," He lowered his voice, "Just received some new films that's 
making the rounds, latest from the King Brothers. Just your type!" he called 
his assistant to watch the shop and took me into the back, where he pulled a 
video from its cover and slotted it into the machine. He closed the door, 
ensuring that the soundproofing was in place.

"Now this one is becoming a real favourite," He said as he started the 
video, there on the screen was my client, dressed in the sailor outfit, she 
was exactly like Shirley Temple, Farci saw my surprise and mistook it, 
"Yeah, some bitch looking like that's going to earn a fortune on the 
circuit." She was going through the 'Good Ship Lollipop' routine, this time 
the candy canes were made of flesh and she was taking each one of them 
without missing a word, then there was a crowd of them tap dancing, I looked 
at Farci.

"I didn't know the King Brothers were into special effects." I said, Farci 
laughed.

"They ain't, there's a whole group of these bitches, all looking like 
Shirley Temple, some dude's been advertising them on the net and the King's 
decided to make a few films with them." He kept laughing, "The deal is that 
he gets 20% of the gross profit as rental fees on the girls."

I smiled at Farci, "So what's the dude's name?" I asked him casually.

He thought for a few minutes, "Tom? errm, Tim? errm, Terry? Yeah Terry 
Malstrum, some foreign guy." I thought for a moment and shook my head.

"Doesn't ring any bells with me, where's he from?" I asked.

"Don't know!" Farci said, "Like I said he advertised on the net, not just 
these Temple lookalikes but he does other child stars as well, look try this 
one." He ejected the tape and loaded another of the King Brother's work, 
this time a young Natalie Portman was being fucked by a loan shark I 
recognised, he must have let the King's pay off part of a debt for this 
action, he was enjoying himself.

Farci looked on, "That moose is really going for it." He said.

I picked up the box and looked at it, "How old are these?" I asked him, he 
misunderstood the question.

"Oh the chicks are between 8 and 12 I think."  He told me.

I shook my head "No, the films - weeks, or days?"

He smiled, "Hell Ped, these are so new they're just off the copier, the 
Kings are filming at that old theatre on Main and Burdock." I smiled,

"Thanks Farci, you've been very helpful you know." His face dropped.

"Hey Ped, You're not going to tell them are you?" He was slightly anxious, 
he was one of their main dealers and didn't want to be dropped, or beaten 
up, by the brothers.

"Farci? Would I do that to you?" I asked him.

"In a second!" was his reply, I smiled, he did know me.

I left by the back door, it seems that my little break had helped me in my 
case, but then it started to raise too many questions. This Malstrum bloke 
had somehow created an army of Shirley Temples, although the idea was 
tempting just what would happen to the world if they were released en-mass?  
I shook my head trying to clear it.

I got to the theatre and looked around, there was one guard at the door, 
keeping a lookout for the cops, I walked along like I owned the place and 
decked him.

"You should have watched out for that!" I said, I knew the creep by 
reputation, always running away from a fight, 'Pretty Face' Reader was his 
name, which meant that he deserved a black-eye now and again.

I wandered onto the auditorium and watched the stage show that was being 
performed, three of the Shirley's were working away on one guy, and another 
one was being double-teamed by two men, there were no camera's rolling, I 
suppose they were on a break - the technicians that was. On the side of the 
stage some more naked Shirley's were just standing and watching, the place 
was like a candy-floss of curls down there, then I saw two of the brothers 
in the seats arguing I could just make out what they were saying.

"...could you let one of them get out? They're not supposed to do anything 
other than follow orders!" one was saying, the other one replied.

"Look they're just zombies, How was I to know one of them would wake up, 
it's not something that Terry told us about, it's a new process."  This was 
getting interesting, so the girls would only follow orders, I wondered if 
they would accept them from anybody or just particular people? I crept down 
to the stage area, making sure I wasn't seen.

I got to the flies and eased my way onto the stage, I went to the group of 
girls and whispered to them, "In two minutes run 'Good Ship Lollipop' 
routine, ignore any further orders until finished"

And then I left the area, without being seen, I returned to the auditorium 
and sat down, after a few minutes the girls started to enter the stage 
dancing away and singing.

"What the fucks going on! Who started them up?" The elder brother was 
throwing his cigar onto the floor in anger, the younger one was just 
watching the display of naked girls doing a bump 'n' grind to their singing, 
it was actually quite good, however the technicians on the stage were in 
their way, and just got trampled underfoot, they emerged from the stage 
bloodied and exhausted.

The brothers started shouting instructions to the girls who ignored them as 
ordered, finally the routine was complete and they stood there waiting for 
their next order, I started to clap my hands, causing everyone to look at 
me.

"That was very good, I especially liked the two goons being kicked in time 
to the tune." I said, the brothers looked at me.

"PED!" The elder one said, I bowed. "What the fuck do you want?" he asked 
me.

I considered his question, "Well Terry wanted me to make sure you had his 
correct address," I said taking a notepad out of my pocket, "He's interested 
in his goods you know," I made a show of counting the girls on stage, and 
then looking at my pad, "That's strange, I seem to be missing something."

The younger brother started to speak, "Yeah well she went off stage 
yesterday and we haven't see..." he was silenced by his brother.

"She's busy at the moment with a client, You can tell Terry that all the 
girls will be ready for collection at eight o'clock tonight, you got that 
Ped, 8 o'clock!"

I smiled at him, "Sure, I've got that." I turned to leave, "Oh, by the way 
guys, if you don't have her by then I suggest that you make sure you're not 
here, I know Terry and he's likely to take it out of you, or anyone else 
who's around at that time." And I left them to consider their options.  On 
the way out I came across 'Pretty Face' who was picking himself up from the 
floor, I helped him to his feet.

"You'd better take it easy pal," I told him, and the pushed him into the 
door frame, knocking him out again.

I returned to Chan's and knocked on the back door again, Wang-su was again 
on door duty I smiled at her and walked past her, she shouted in Chinese, I 
heard the sound of a zip being pulled up coming from one doorway, I walked 
to it and bumped into Chan.

"Ped, you early. I nearly finished with girl. Interesting she is." He said.

"I bet she is, now what can you tell me about her?" I asked him.

"She not girl you think." Came his cryptic reply, "She be operated on to 
make smaller, very long operation by expert. Her mind is fine, but memory 
damaged. Short-term okay. Done by drugs I think.  She need expert attention, 
not Chan, Chan not heal girl." He looked at me. "Men that do this need 
shooting Chan thinks. Or maybe police, but Chan not say that!"

Which for Chan was a lot to say, I looked at the girl in the room, she was 
looking at me.

"So Ped, you going to help me or what?" She asked me.

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"Kid, I don't know what's been done to you, but I know I can't do this 
alone, I'm afraid we're going to need the law on this" I hated to say this 
but then Chan was right, this time I hailed a taxi, we couldn't take the 
time to walk!

I had to drag her into the police station, I went past the front desk and up 
to the detectives, and once inside they started.

"Hey, did anyone order a Pedicure? Hey Ped found yourself a proper 
girlfriend then! Ped when did you get to the orphanage?" and so on I carried 
on into the captains office, she looked at me as if I was something she trod 
in.

"Samuel Ped, private eye, what the hell are you doing in my office!" she 
shouted.

"Nice to see you too, the promotion suits you, and now that we've got the 
insults out of the way meet today's mystery." I introduced her to Shirley, 
had to give her some name, I explained how I'd found out that there was a 
group of girls like this being picked up from a location at 8 o'clock, I 
didn't tell her how I knew all this, somehow I don't think it would have 
interested her.

"Let me get this straight Ped, someone is producing girls like Shirley here 
to order, and then renting them out to porno film makers, and then taking a 
cut of the money produced - why?"

"Chief if I knew that I wouldn't be here, all I'm saying is that there is a 
maniac out there making copies of people with no minds to speak of, and 
allowing them to do all sorts of things, Shirley Temple here is just an 
example, for all I know they've got a version of you when you were 12." That 
caught her attention, she flicked a switch on her intercom.

"Williams, get a fingerprint team in here now." She looked at Shirley, "Well 
girl I hope they've left some prints for us to use." She said.

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Half an hour later we were looking at a picture of a 18 year old, dark 
haired girl, Shirley looked at it, "Who is she?" she asked.

The captain looked at the sheet with it, "Victoria Williams, prostitute, 
aged 18, arrested for streetwalking and currently serving 4 years for 
possession." The Captain looked at me, Hell Ped this is a convict! What the 
blazes is happening there.

She went to pick up the phone, I stopped her

"Captain, what are you going to do?" I asked her

"I'm going to get in touch with the prison and ask them what the hell are 
they doing there." She said, I shook my head.

"Bad move, on two counts. One - they'll know we're on to them and they'll 
get away to do this to someone else, Two - they might decide to scrap 
everyone they've done this to. We need to prove this and grab hold of them 
with the evidence.  What's the name of the Warden there?" I asked her.

She consulted her Rolodex, "Her name is Teresa Maelstrom."  I rolled my eyes 
at her questioning look I said,

"The name of the promoter is Terry Malstrum - see the connection?" Her mouth 
opened

"Shit Ped if you're right then we have got problems, who knows how high up 
this goes?" she said.

I sighed, "Yep could even include the Governor, sorry Captain the ball's in 
your court now, what are you going to do?" I asked her; she considered her 
options and then opened her door calling all available detectives in.

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At quarter to eight we were waiting near the theatre, I could make out the 
figure of 'Pretty face' in the doorway again, he looked nervous for some 
reason. I'd hoped that the brothers had taken the hint.

A few minutes later a coach turned up the door opened and then 'Pretty face' 
started herding a pack of blonde headed girls into it, followed by two other 
girls, with dark hair, I heard the clicking of a camera as evidence was 
recorded, the captain spoke into her radio,

"Okay as soon as they leave team Delta take the outside man and then search 
the theatre, everyone else follow the bus, switch position every 2 minutes 
got that?" there was a brief bustle on the radio as the teams responded. She 
tapped the driver on his back and we were off following the coach.

We'd left the city and was heading out into the countryside, the captain 
consulted her map,

"If they turn off ahead then they're heading towards the prison, if not then 
the next town is 20 miles away. We'll know either way soon." We waited with 
bated breath watching the coach as it made its way down the road. It 
approached the turning, and turned down the road to the prison.

"Okay guys, this is it, when it gets to the gates we stop it!" The captain 
ordered, and so it was when the bus hooted its horn for attention the driver 
found himself surrounded by police cars and the object of several drawn 
guns. The prison guards found the captain and several uniformed officers 
waiting to be admitted, I was also lucky enough to be with them.

We were escorted to the Warden's office when Teresa Maelstrom greeted us, 
she was a 'butch' form, I wouldn't like to meet her in a dark alley, she (or 
was it a he?) didn't waste time.

"Captain, I don't understand your problem, we have a special rehabilitation 
system here, the prisoners agree to certain procedures to be carried out and 
we guarantee that they are returned to the streets with half their sentence 
served. They sign all the papers beforehand and are aware of what we're 
doing." She said.

The captain smiled at that, "And do they know what they are doing all the 
time?" she asked, "Do you know exactly where this latest group were and what 
they were doing?"

Teresa shook her head, "No, I've passed that over to an outside person, he's 
not here at the moment, but I'm sure he knows what he's doing." The captain 
just looked at her, If you mean Mr. Terry Malstrum then I'm afraid he 
doesn't exist, but you do. And as these are in your charge then I have to 
arrest you for pimping prisoners for prostitution, unauthorised use of drugs 
to coerce persons into prostitution. And abusing your position of trust." 
Teresa looked outraged,

"You can't do this!" she shouted, "I was told I had a free hand to improve 
the prison here, the Governor himself told me that he was happy with the 
improvements made so far, the girls are providing all the income, nobody's 
been harmed with this!"

I spoke up, "Nobody harmed, what about the poor girls who've been mutilated 
and brainwashed into doing this, they've been harmed!" I snarled at her, she 
just waved this to one side.

"They're just prisoners, nobody cares about them! Anyway they're happy this 
way, just ask them, they're tell you themselves." We were told.

The captain stood up, "Only because that's what they've been told to say, 
I'm sorry but this can't go on." She took handcuffs from an officer and 
approached the Warden, but as she got near to her the warden moved away and 
tried to make it to the door, I pushed out my foot causing her to fall, the 
room shook as she landed.

It took four officers to hold her down as the cuffs were applied, and as she 
was dragged away the captain looked at me.

"Well Ped, you've done it again," she said to me, "You've saved the damsel 
in distress and haven't taken a penny in cash for it!".

And she was right, I couldn't charge Shirley, I mean Victoria, as she was 
technically an escaped felon, I wasn't being paid by the state as I had 
brought their attention to the crime, so that night I returned to my lonely 
office and picked up the paper, maybe somewhere in there was the nag that 
could bring in a pot of gold.

It was several weeks later that I heard a knock on the door, I called out, 
"It's open." And in walked Shirley Temple - I mean Victoria, she spoke to 
me.

"Hello Sam, I'm glad you're still here." I smiled at her, although I knew 
she was over 18 she still was in the little girl's body, a perfect picture 
to me. "I'm on parole now, the hospital has manage to get my memory back, 
and I'm a witness against the Warden, but I do remember we had a deal, and I 
always repay my debts.

I had a smile on my face as she locked my door and started to undress, I 
mean I might not get money, but sometimes payment in kind, and hey how many 
can say they've slept with Shirley Temple?

The End.








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