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Subject: {ASSM} Rough Cut: Chap 6 by Desdmona (Hard-Boiled Mystery)
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The following story contains scenes that may be offensive to some. Read at
your own peril.
The year is 1940. Tailing Kitty Winslow was supposed to be an easy gig.
Cincinnati dick Moe Gafferson finds out that nothing is ever easy.
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Rough Cut - A Moe Gafferson Mystery
Written by Desdmona
Edited by Poison Ivan
Chapter 6
According to Jonas, Rolf Metzger was known as The Butcher.
He had few loyalties and could be bought by anyone with
enough capital. Most nights Rolf could be found at
Apollonia's, a notch-house on the dirty end of Vine Street.
Moe had never been to this particular brothel, but he
figured it the same as most: worn out whores hiding years of
damage with heavy paste and bad lighting. Not that Moe gave
a rat's ass - knowing the pickings didn't keep him from
partaking on occasion.
Metzger's main gig was playing the muscle at Apollonia's. He
kept the second-hand Sues on their backs and the tricks
paying. Metzger wasn't afraid to use whatever was handy to
accomplish that goal. And his shiv was always handy.
Apollonia's was like most of the chippy houses in Cincy - you
could only find them if you already knew they were there.
Backdoor entrances were the norm, with an extra exit or two
on each of the other sides. Most had been juice joints in
the twenties-speakeasies that lost their trade with the end
of Prohibition. People seemed to like the underground
aspect, so natural evolution had turned the joints into hump
houses.
Mid-afternoon was usually a down period, so it gave Moe
plenty of time to snoop around, maybe find out more about
Metzger before a face-to-face. Thanks to the payroll from
Dutch, Moe had plenty of cash to encourage a canary to sing,
and if spearing her clam became part of the agenda, he
wouldn't complain.
When he pushed open the door, a bell chimed. The foyer was
clean but cramped. Two settees of glossy wood and pastel-
colored chintz lined either side of the narrow space. A
second door, further back, was closed. Standing in the foyer
was a peach-a brunette with painted eyes and pouty lips. But
a man's eyes weren't drawn to her face so much as the
knockers that barely fit in her flimsy nightie. She shivered
with the cool breeze let in from the outside, and her
nipples perked up like ripe raspberries.
"May I help you, sir?" She spoke briskly and held the flaps
of her shiny robe, but she didn't bother to close it.
Moe deliberately skimmed her entire frame before looking
back into her whiskey eyes. "I'm depending on it."
She turned soft with Moe's perusal and let go of her robe.
She used her hands instead to outline her hourglass shape.
"Something special you're after?"
"I hear a man can get a little half-and-half here without it
being up for scrutiny."
"So this your first time?"
"Yeah, doll. I'm a virgin."
She giggled a high pitch sound that reminded Moe of the door
chime.
"Well, Sugar. I'm a good teacher, but I doubt you need many
lessons."
"How much?"
She eased back and folded her arms across her chest. It
forced her two fleshy globes together and deepened her
cleavage to below sea level. "You a copper?"
"Not a chance."
"You smell like one."
Moe dug in his pocket and flashed a fat roll before stuffing
it back in his pockets. "And you smell like roses and
heaven, doll."
She smiled. Her hands fell to her hips and her robe pulled
apart like matinee curtains. "Okay, honey. What do you
like?"
"Besides you?"
She giggled again in that high-trilling way that only movie
sopranos do. "I'm waiting for a special friend. But if you
want to come back in, say, an hour?"
"I'm not a patient man, doll."
She sighed and absently ran a finger along her well-defined
cleavage. "Hold on, I'll get Lily Mae."
"Is she like you?"
"Honey, there's no one like me," she said it with a wink.
"But she'll do for an impatient man."
She left, leaving Moe alone in the closed off foyer. He
looked around, but there wasn't much to see. The action took
place behind the oak door she had disappeared through.
Minutes later the door opened. A different brunette entered,
this one with coltish eyes. She was dressed in the same
fashion as the first gal, but this one filled her nightie a
little differently - less tits, less hourglass, and less
bravado.
"Lily Mae?"
"Uh-huh. You looking for something special this afternoon,
Mister?"
"Call me Moe."
"Moe." Her voice was soft, kittenish.
"Yeah, I'm all pent up and itching for a little release." It
wasn't entirely true. Moe was still battling with the aches
in his gut, but Katarina's peep show proved Moe was up to
playing the part.
"This way."
Moe followed her into a long corridor with walls papered in
dark damask. There were eight doors, four on each side, all
but one closed. Lily Mae led him to the one that was open.
He stepped inside. The room was an interior room with no
windows. It was small but as spit-shined as the rest of the
brothel. A small bed with a white chenille coverlet was
tucked in the corner. A flickering lantern sat on a table
next to the bed. And a high-back chair was propped in the
corner opposite the bed.
Lily Mae closed the door behind them and stood with her
hands held behind her back, still holding the doorknob.
"Apollonia said you had cash."
"Apollonia? The dame at the door?"
"That's her."
Moe figured he'd caught a lucky break. He doubted the madam
of the joint would have given up much on Metzger, seeing as
she probably paid his salary.
"I got cash if you're the right dame."
Lily Mae was shorter than Apollonia and younger. Her robe
hung loosely without getting caught on flaring hips and
ended at the top of a great-looking pair of gams. She had a
heart-shaped face that hinted at dimples if she would smile.
"I can be anything you want me to be," she said. Her words
were bolder than her actions. She stared at the floor with
her hands still clasped behind her back.
"How long have you been here, Lily Mae?"
"I'm older than I look."
"Yeah, how old?"
"Old enough."
"A pup."
"Hardly." She laughed and moved away from the door. She
pushed her robe off her shoulders and let it puddle at her
feet. When she turned to face Moe, the light from the
lantern added depth to her eyes. And years.
"Come here, Moe. Help me get bare." She was a more confident
Lily Mae when it came to her trade. "And let me help you
too," she added.
Moe moved closer. Close enough to smell that Lily Mae didn't
wear rosewater like Apollonia did. Lily Mae had one of those
spring smells, like lilac or honeysuckle.
She tugged on the tails of Moe's shirt and pulled them from
his trousers. She moved to the buttons and started yanking
at the buttonholes. Moe held her hand.
"No need to rush Lily Mae."
She shrugged. "You do know how this works, don't you?'
"How?"
"Ten bucks for half an hour. Twenty for the whole sixty
minutes."
"I got time. I got cash. How about you?"
She stared up at him with her coltish eyes. "I got whatever
you got cash for."
Moe reached in his pocket and pulled out five sawbucks.
"Will this square us?"
"Two and a half hours worth?' Lily Mae fingered the bills,
brought them to her nose, closed her eyes, and inhaled. When
her eyes sprung open she looked at Moe. "You got a slow
pecker or something?"
"Maybe I like a little chatter."
"Jiminy! You're not one of _those_ freaks, are you?" Whores
were the only dames in the world that thought chitchatting
was weird.
"Okay, Lily Mae. You want to fuck? Fine." Moe grabbed her
and jerked the last slip of material off over her head. She
stood perfectly still, and he thought he'd scared her until
he looked at her face. She was grinning for the first time
since he'd met her.
"So, Lily Mae, you do know how to smile."
"So, Moe, you do have fire to go with those rugged looks."
She smirked and reached again for the buttons on his shirt.
This time she sneaked from one to the next. Button by
button. Until the last one gave way. She shoved his shirt
down off his shoulders and moved to his belt, slowly
loosening it.
As she bent to slide his pants down, Moe glanced at the
walls of the room. Too many of these creep joints had secret
panels that could open while a man was too busy to notice.
Someone would enter, empty a man's pockets, and leave
without the sucker suspecting a thing. To be on the safe
side, Moe kicked his trousers under the bed.
Lily Mae continued working her way around Moe's body. Moe
stopped her when she went for his undershirt. No need to
share his Frankenstein torso. She just shrugged her
shoulders and moved on. Moe willingly helped her get rid of
his drawers and when they did, his cock bobbled free, semi-
erect.
"Nothing weird about your pipe, Moe."
"I get no complaints."
Lily Mae pulled back the coverlet on the bed, sat herself in
the middle, and let her legs fall open. Her pubic hair lined
up against the bed linen - coffee brown against crisp white.
Her plump nipples were rouged to a fiery red.
"See anything you like, honey?"
"Plenty, doll. Plenty."
She opened herself further, pressing through her pubic hair,
and fingering deep between her fiery inner lips. Lips the
same color as her nipples. First with one finger, then two,
She dug deep and then slipped out again. She finger-tipped
to her clitoris, rubbing tiny circles over its head. She
dipped inside again, wiggling her fingers to a squishy tune.
When she pulled them out, she made a creamy trail up her
belly as she dragged her fingers upward.
Moe bent over her and followed her path with his tongue,
licking her jism from her soft belly to her rouged nipple.
He kissed her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting
while she writhed under him.
"Mmm, Moe. You do have fire," she said.
He licked the valley between her tits and continued to her
other breast. To his surprise, where he expected to find a
nipple, he found only puckered titflesh. The rouge had done
a good job of camouflaging the mangled nub.
"What happened here, Lily Mae?"
"Ignore it, please."
It was easy to forget when her warm hand surrounded Moe's
cock and stroked him hard. But he pushed her hand away and
dragged her hips to the edge of the bed. He wanted to feel
hot pussy stretching around him. He lifted her feet to his
shoulders and lined his cock to her slit. He jabbed between
her folds, searching for her hole. When he found it, he
shoved hard, burying himself as much as would fit.
Lily Mae bucked her hips and dug her heels into Moe's
shoulders. All the while she squeezed him tight. Again and
again. Milking his pecker and pulling it further into her
depths. He grabbed her legs, pushed them together, and held
them close to his chest. Her ass snuggled close to his
balls.
And then he fucked her. In and out. Hard and slow. Shallow
and deep. The stitches in his gut pulled and burned, but he
refused to stop until her pussy quivered around his cock and
he'd pumped the last of his gravy into her.
Moe was breathing like a locomotive. He let go of Lily Mae
and slumped to the bed beside her, exhausted and sweaty.
"You okay, Moe?"
"Give me a minute."
Lily Mae bounced off the bed and grabbed a pitcher from
inside a bowl on the table. "I'll be right back." She left
the room naked with Moe's sticky semen between her legs.
Moe lifted his undershirt and did a once over on his
stitches. A small amount of blood seeped at a spot near his
navel. But the rest of the jagged line seemed pretty jake.
Sweat trickled between his pecs, and Moe mopped at the sweat
and the blood with his undershirt. His breathing had settled
down, but his legs were gelatin.
Lily Mae returned with a rag thrown over her shoulder and a
full pitcher of water. She poured the water into the bowl,
dipped the rag, and then turned to Moe.
"Let me clean you up." She sat down and she got a look at
Moe's undershirt. "Oh, jiminy! You're bleeding"
"It's nothing, doll."
"Let me see."
Moe wasn't in the mood to fight over it, so he let her raise
his shirt. Lily Mae drew back, cringing at the criss-crossed
lines of sewn together flesh, but then righted herself. "So
that's what you're hiding."
"Hiding? Nah, I'm just not ready to display it like a
trophy."
"What the hell are you doing here with something like that
still percolating?"
"Looking for the carver who did it."
Lily Mae gasped. Her hand flew to her left breast and she
jumped from the bed. A mask of true fear settled over her
face, and she began to pace. "You gotta get out of here."
"I see you recognize the handiwork. Metzger?"
She nodded. "He'll kill me. He'll kill us both if he finds
you here."
"Why?"
Lily Mae paced, wringing her hands. Gooseflesh had popped up
on her skin. She jammed on her robe and pulled it tight
around her body. "Don't you see? It doesn't matter who you
are, or why he sliced you. He won't like it that you're
walking around. You're a reminder that he failed."
"Tell me about him."
"He's bad."
Moe grunted with the understatement. "Tell me. Maybe start
with your nipple."
Lily Mae talked, her nervousness a real motivator. Moe
gathered his clothes and dressed while she continued to pace
and spill her guts. Metzger had sliced off her nipple
because she'd tried to hoard money he said belonged to him.
He'd tied her to the bed and fucked her up the old brown
road. And when she thought he had finished he whipped out
his blade, pinched her nipple to a hard bud, and with one
cut, sliced it off, his cock still crowding her backdoor.
Lily Mae sat down in the chair, trembling with the telling.
"He'll kill me."
"He's got no reason to know I was here with you."
She huddled herself into a ball. "He'll find out. He always
does."
"I'm a john. In and out. You've got your pay. What's for him
to know?" Moe walked around the room, tapping on the walls.
All of them thudded solid. "Doesn't feel like there's a
feeble wall here."
"No, not this room. We never stiff a guy on his first
visit."
"Is Metzger here?"
"No, or at least he wasn't. He usually shows up later when
traffic picks up."
"Then he knows from nothing. You don't even have a name for
me."
Lily Mae unballed and let her legs relax. "That's true,
except for Moe. Unless - did Appollonia get your name?"
"Not unless you gave it to her."
"No, I didn't. If you leave now..."
"I'm not leaving til I got the whole scoop, sister."
"I don't know what else I can tell you."
"Think of something."
"You don't understand what kind of monster he is." She
sprang from her chair and stood wild-eyed in front of Moe.
"Do you want to know what he did with my nipple after he
sliced it off? He ate it! He ate it, and then he...he
slurped up the blood. And that wasn't even the worst of it."
Her face had caught the panic her eyes were dishing out.
"The worst of it..." Her eyes went dark and distant.
"..._that_ was when he had his climax."
She had a better sob story than most, and Moe wasn't immune,
but he still had business to take care of. "I imagine you'll
want me out of here as quick as possible, doll. So you'd
better start chatting."
Lily Mae's flowery smell had faded. Fear had raised her
hackles a lot more than the sex. She was edgy and spoke
quickly in short, choppy sentences, but she filled Moe in on
what she knew: Apollonia and Metzger were related. Cousins,
she thought. Apollonia owned the cathouse. Metzger was in
charge of "security." For the most part, things ran smooth.
The chicks were expected to stay clean and have regular
checkups with a doctor. Everything was fine as long you
passed your physical and turned over your grand a week. But
if anything went wrong, Apollonia called Metzger in to make
it right.
"If things are so tough, why do you stick around?"
"Why wouldn't I? Do you think it's different any place else?
I eat what I want. Wear what I want. And I don't have to
worry about sleeping on the streets."
Moe knew she was right. The life of a quiff was anything but
glamorous. Most of these joints had muscle, buzzards with no
qualms about using fists to keep the ladies in line. And a
lot of the places weren't nearly as clean as Apollonia's.
"How about Metzger's other associates?"
"If he's got any, I don't know them. He works alone as far I
can tell."
Moe figured it was all she had. Lily Mae had balled herself
up in the chair again, her arms hugging her legs like long-
lost friends. He needed a bite of air. Besides, Moe didn't
want Lily Mae on his conscience if Metzger found out about
his visit. But he needed just one more bit of info before he
could leave Lily Mae in peace. Moe spoke as he knotted his
tie.
"One last thing, doll, and I'll go. What's he look like?"
* * *
Moe stepped out into the late afternoon sun. The lack of
windows in Lily Mae's room had almost made him forget it was
daytime. The walk to his car was a short one, but he felt
like he was walking on jigglesticks. The sex had been brief
but still enough to drain him. Would he ever quit feeling
like a newborn?
Moe turned the corner and nearly bumped shoulders with _him_,
and that's when he realized how dead on Lily Mae's
description had been: short, wiry, with small eyes and skin
like a sheen of spoiled grease. And a scar - a scar that
started at his right eye and did a half moon curve over his
cheek before ending at his thin upper lip.
Rolf Metzger was one ugly mutt.
to be continued...
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This story was originally posted and illustrated at
http://www.ruthiesclub.com.
My eternal gratitude goes to Alexey for bringing Moe to life.
It has been re-edited since that posting.
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