Detective Noire - Page Four (last one)  

ProFotoFreak 45M
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9/30/2005 4:05 pm

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Detective Noire - Page Four (last one)

Detective Noire
- Page Four

(Continued from Detective Noire - Page Three, which ended with: )

She pulled back a bit and looked up at me:
“Darling, is the note what you really want to talk about right now?” and my pants came down to my ankles followed closely by my shorts.
“Not really, but it could be im-”
- angels sang in heaven -
“Mmm” she managed to acknowledge indifferently.
“I ... need to .... Oh yeah.... know ..... w... w.... what ........the note.......mmm… looked like......Oh God!....... Nadia.”


If you have not read:

Detective Noire - Page one ,
Detective Noire - Page Two , or
Detective Noire - Page Three ,

I highly recommend reading them first (and in order).

You will definitely get more out of it (them) if you do. The story was not originally written with this blog format in mind, but there are links in each post to help get you from one to the next with the least amount of grief. Enjoy!

(And now, the rest of the story: )

She stopped for a second, but kept teasing.

“Nice” She said.

“To say the least.” I replied.

“No silly,” She said with a grin and a lick, “The note. More of a card really - like an invitation. It had a fancy envelope with nice silver lettering. To just make one, it certainly was a lot of effort. Whatever girl this guy was trying to impress, when he finally does get to her she is going to be one lucky lady. Now enough of that. I’ve been thinking about this all day, and now you have work to do.”

She got into position.

I took her hips in my hands while she reached back through her legs with her delicate fingers. Then I was in her. I kissed up her back, across her neck and then found her ear. It was then that I told her what I really wanted.

We were like animals. Had I ever had sex this good? I don’t think so. We were all over the room. Furniture was knocked over. We broke the table lamp but kept at each other in the dark without skipping a beat.

I buried my face in her on the desk. Then I took her from behind while she held onto the filing cabinet. Later, she rode me by the coffee table. Finally, we found ourselves back on the couch, and I was about to burst again.

The moment of truth came and I slumped forward over her breasts as I released inside of her.

Suddenly, the reason for my earlier suspicion became a palpable reality.

The second hand seems to sweep around the dial of the wall clock much slower than normal, meanwhile sweat trickles in rivulets down my back at full speed and the cold metal of the gun is gouging into my temple. For some reason, though, the smell of gun oil is what seems to stand out most to me. Funny what your mind latches onto at a time like this. Funny.

I believe this is where you came in.

I had never cheated on my wife during our entire marriage. Not once.
Technically, not even here with Nadia.

Despite what she would say, I wasn’t cheating. Not after signing those papers this afternoon. Of course what’s the point of arguing with a woman when she has a .45 to your head?

“Hello Rita.”

“Enjoying yourself, John?”

Slipping my hand over Nadia’s mouth to muffle her, I replied “I was.”

Slick with sweat, Nadia could very well cause things to turn out poorly if she didn’t calm down. Fortunately, I had her pinned in more ways than one.

“How did you know it was me and not one of your buddies from downtown?

That’s who I’m planning to put this off on you know. The blackmail paper trail goes straight to you.”

“Creative.” I said. “It also explains that little visit I had earlier.”

“Well, I’ve had plenty of time to think about it over the years while you’ve been here married to your work instead of to me.” she said, “It’s poetic that the police will think one of your clients killed you and your slut secretary.”

“I don’t think that’s quite fair to Nadia since you set up this little affair.”

“You’ve always wanted to fuck her.”

“True.” I said. (This solicited a giggle from Nadia despite herself.)

“And now you have. Call it a going away present from me.” she said backing up a bit and steeling herself.

“I would appreciate it if you’d take your dick out of her though. It’s not like I care, but it’s not really their style.”

I pulled myself out of the Russian and rolled to the side. Immediately the gun belched fire in the darkened room and Nadia screamed.

As the smoke curled up from the barrel of the .38 snub-nose I had been hiding in the couch cushions, my ex-wife of six hours slumped to the floor with my .45 still in her hand.

“You know if we’d have missed the table lamp this wouldn’t have worked.” I said. “She would have seen me grab the .38 from under the coffee table.”

“Good thing you keep spares. I thought we were goners when the .45 wasn’t on the desk and the filing cabinet with the other weapons was locked,” Nadia said while she reached for the phone and I went for the light switch.

THE END (whew!)

So what did you think? I hope you liked it. If you haven’t read what led up to this, please have a peek at:

Detective Noire - Page one
Detective Noire - Page Two
Detective Noire - Page Three
Detective Noire - Page Four (last one)

ProFotoFreak 45M

9/30/2005 5:48 pm

P.S. There hasn't been a whole lot of response to this series. That's fine, since I enjoyed re-reading it myself. I would like to hear the good, the bad, and the ugly from those of you with no attachment to it other than the time it took to read (wade through) it.

Hit me with your best shot... I can take it.

rockwriter58 56M
1389 posts
10/8/2005 3:23 pm

Actually, I think this is a very nicely done short story. It has a nice build, although the early tempo is a bit slower than once you get moving with it. Curious about who you are satirizing or emulating with this....Spillane?

If you are interested in some similar backstories, try: [post 26032] and [post 35326].


lifeisablast333 54M

10/10/2005 7:43 am

thanks dude......the redneck

ProFotoFreak 45M

10/12/2005 2:32 pm

Rock writer:
Actually, I haven't read much Noire at all. I think I read some in a Black Lizard several eons ago, but that's about it. I just was aware of the genre and ripped this off the top of my head for fun because that's what the images seemed to call for.

It was kind of like that old artists' exercise of making a random squiggle on a piece of paper, and then making something out of it. In this case, the photos were the "squiggle" and the story was written around them.

I'll have to check out your recommendations. Did you write the "Sam Spade" installments?

ProFotoFreak 45M

10/12/2005 2:33 pm

Redneck: Thank YOU! LOL If/when I get back to Oklahoma, we need to hang out my friend.

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