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Thelma belle was waitressing, serving drinks to the five or six people cum scattered at small tables throughout the club. I stayed just inside the bellebrandicum entrance to the club belle until she returned to the bar and sat down, then bellebrandicum walked over belle to her and pulled out belle my lighter to start the cigarette she'd just placed in her bellebrandicum mouth.
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Anyway...on THAT particular day, I lit her cigarette, and bellebrandicum asked if I could buy her belle a drink. She looked at me at bellebrandicum of the corner of her eye, and, apparently liking what she saw belle, waved over the bartender movie. "Mickey, give me a straight shot of Johnny Walker." She turned to look cum at bellebrandicum me. "You want brandi somethin'?"
"The name's Sam, and it cum's P.I., not movie P.D. And what I'm belle lookin' for is information belle about this 'Mesmer' fella' who's performing here belle tonight."
She mulled this over a moment as belle Mickey brought movie back our drinks. She knocked hers back with one swallow, then stubbed out her cigarette in an movie ashtray on cum the bar.
"Why don't you come with belle me and you can ask him yourself?" she said, taking the sleeve of my trench coat in belle her hand and pulling bellebrandicum me toward a small hallway between the bar and the stage.
Inside the small room, a fairly large man sat with his back to me, making some final adjustments to his stage makeup in a lighted mirror. When belle he bellebrandicum turned around suddenly, I was startled by his appearance bellebrandicum. He was dressed bellebrandicum all in belle black from head to toe, even cum to wearing belle a black shirt under his tuxedo cum coat. His face was totally white; not pale, but painted white bellebrandicum like a mime movie. His hair was so black bellebrandicum and shiny against the white of his cum face it looked like someone bellebrandicum had taken obsidian and spun it onto his head.
"Spain...Sam Spain, private investigator. Nice outfit. Who belle's your tailor, Undertakers 'R Us?"
"And would one of these items happen to include belle a wallet bellebrandicum stolen from the person of one Artie Baker on belle April bellebrandicum 2nd of this year."
And then belle he belle started laughing uproariously belle. And I did the only sensible thing...I peed belle my pants.
PART TWO
"I just want to make belle sure I belle have this straight...you're the Devil, and you had a deal with Artie Baker that somehow involved this cum wallet?"
Lucifer walked over and sat on the couch beside me cum. "I had her lick up your piss because it bonded her to you cum. Now, she belle'll always be at movie your beck and call, ready and willing, for the rest of your natural life. And that 's just my special gift to you. You still haven't told me what you want...what I can give you."
"So belle be it." And with that belle, my balls released and I flooded Thelma's mouth with my cum cum.
This bellebrandicum is where you came in....
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And, in belle between, I'm fulfilling my contract, as I continue to bellebrandicum be Thelma's private dick, and a very dedicated one at that. She belle rents belle me out to interested parties...women and men...for $250 bellebrandicum an hour, plus expenses bellebrandicum. But hey, it beats shadowing cheating belle husbands and chasing down belle skip traces, like I used to do. And it pays a lot better, too. At least, I think movie so, since Thelma now has a very nice belle house bellebrandicum and a limo.
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