The year was 1925. It was a dull dreary day in Chicago and I was sitting on my window ledge in my office looking out over the city when someone walked in. I looked over and there she stood.
Of all the detectives’ offices in the Windy City she could have walked into, the dame had to walk into mine. She stood there, her legs slightly bent to the side with her hand on the doorknob.
“May I help you?” I asked.
“Are you Chris Jericho, private detective?” She asked. Her voice was smooth like the smoke floating up in the air off her lit cigarette. Her lips were full and soft under the brim of her large picture hat. She wore a low cut brown belted dress that came just under her knees and she had a mink stole sitting on her shoulders.
I got up off the window ledge and stood up straight. I fixed the black tie around my neck.
“Yes, ma’am.” I said.
“Then you can help me.” She said, closing the door.
“Please, have a seat.” I said, motioning to the chair in front of my desk. She moved to it, almost slithering like a snake, her curvy body swaying with every step she took. The woman screamed sensuality. I knew I was in for trouble the moment I laid my eyes on her.
I sat down behind my desk and put my feet up.
She took a long puff off her cigarette and lifted her chin to gaze at me with big brown eyes. “I need your help. I was told you were the only man that could help me.”
“What does a dame like you need with a PI?” I asked.
“Someone has stolen my jewels and I want them back.” She said, taking another puff off her cigarette.
“I see.” I said, putting my feet down and lighting a cigarette. “How can I help you get them back?”
“That’s for you to figure out, Mr. Jericho.” She said, crossing her legs, the split of the dress exposing her knees.
I looked at her knees and looked back up at her face. “I’ll need more then that to work with, Miss…”
“Davis.” She said. “Katherine Davis.”
I nodded and took a puff off my Camel. “Well, then, Miss Davis, do you have any idea of who stole them?”
“It has to be someone at the club I work at.” She said.
“Which is?” I asked.
“Club 36.” She said. “Down on…”
“I know where it is.” I said. “I also know it’s a gangster hangout, a very dangerous place.”
“Only if you mess with the wrong people.” She said. “So will you take my case?”
I paused, looking at her face. “It’ll cost ya.”
“Of course.” She said. “I don’t expect a free service. How much?”
“50 for starters.” I said.
She opened her handbag and pulled out some bills. “A bit steep, don’t you think?”
“That’s my starting fee, lady.” I said. “Take it or leave it.”
“Very well.” She said and placed the money on my desk. “I expect to see you there tonight.” She got up. “The code word to get in tonight is ‘cotton’.”
I nodded and watched her legs as she walked out.
That night, I made my way through the smoke-filled nightclub and found a table near the stage, my eyes searching the crowd. Lots of women had on flashy jewelry, I knew I wasn’t going to find Miss Davis’s jewels anytime soon, so I sat down and ordered a scotch on the rocks. There was a man talking over the club system.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Club 36’s very own Miss Kitty.” Everyone including me clapped as the curtain rose and a spotlight came on.
There stood Miss Davis in a long white beaded gown that had wide straps lying just off her shoulders. The bodice was low cut, showing off the creamy curves of her breasts. She was behind a microphone stand. There was a piano behind her with a man sitting at it. He started playing and she started singing, her hips swaying to every note of the song. Her voice was as smooth and sultry as her curvaceous body as she danced. During the course of the song, she traveled down the steps and interacted with the audience. She got to me and took the fedora off my head as she sang,
“Hey! Big Spender, spend a little time with me.” She sat my hat on her head and swayed her hips right next to me as she danced off singing. She went around the tables and soon, she came back to me as she walked back to the stage. She dropped my hat back on my head and made her way up the stage steps as she finished the song. The curtain closed and everyone in the place erupted in applause. I fixed my hat and made my way to the back. I found the door with her name on it and knocked.
“Come on in, Mr. Jericho.” I heard and opened the door. She was behind a screen. “Have a seat, I’ll be out in a minute.” I sat down and removed my hat, placing it on my knee. She came out from behind the screen in a feather trimmed white satin robe. She sat down at her makeup table and picked up a hairbrush.
“Well, any ideas?” I asked as she started softly pushing the sliver-backed hairbrush through her short wavy bobbed brown hair. She set the brush down and lit a cigarette.
“Oh yes.” She said. “I have ideas.”
“Well, Miss Davis, I need to hear them if I’m going to find who took them.” I said.
She smiled softly and purred, “Please, call me Kitty.”
My eyebrows rose and I looked at her with a little surprise. She got up and swayed over to me. She put the cigarette out in a glass ashtray beside me and leaned over me. She got right down close to my lips with hers.
“Like I said, Mr. Jericho, I have plenty of ideas.” Then she kissed me. Those full, velvety lips pressed on mine and I forgot all about professional decorum. Immediately, I responded, taking the kiss over and putting my hands on her upper arms. She sat down in my lap, making my fedora fall into the floor and put her arms around my neck and shoulders. I moved down the curve of her jaw and to her neck with my lips, tasting her skin with my tongue. I felt her shutter and I moved my hands up to cup her face. I overtook her mouth again and moved my hands up further. I opened her robe and buried my face in the curves of her breasts. I felt her hands go in my hair and her head fell back. I opened her robe up further and pulled down the straps to the wretched pointy bra she was wearing. She reached behind her back and unsnapped it. I took it off and tossed it. I looked down. Her breasts were full and round and her nipples were dark pink and large. I bent my head down further and pulled a nipple into my mouth.
She cried out and dug her hands into my hair. I picked her up and deposited her on the chaise lounge sitting next to the wall. I looked down at her and untied my tie, then took my jacket and shirt off. I covered her body and kissed her again. She pulled at my belt and finally got it unfastened, then took it off and unbuttoned my pants, pulled the zipper down and pushed them down. My organ popped up and hit her pubic region. She moaned and opened her legs to me. I pulled the high-waisted briefs off her and tossed them. She opened her legs again and I thrust in with full strength.
She moaned loudly and arched her back, her hands going into my hair. I buried my face in her neck and pumped in and out of her with all the strength I could muster.
There was a knock on the door. “You ok in there, Kitty?” Came a male voice. I stopped and looked down at her.
“Yeah, Johnny, I’m fine.” She called out. “Go away.” Footsteps faded down the hall and I started again. She closed her eyes, tossing her head back and moaned. Soon, I felt her walls quiver and contract around me and she moaned loudly, biting her lower lip. It sent me over the edge and I emptied myself inside her.
I collapsed on top of her, my chest heaving and I kissed her once more before getting up. I fixed my suit pants and looked over at her. She had turned to her side and she lay there smiling at me.
“Now about your jewels.” I said, putting my shirt back on.
“I found my jewels.” She said simply.
“Excuse me?” I asked, fixing my tie.
“Yes, I found them this afternoon.” She said. “There were in my safe the whole time.” She smiled. “It’s funny how things pop up in the last place you look.”
“Yes.” I said. “Funny indeed.” I dug in my pocket and pulled her money out.
“Keep it.” She smiled. “You’ve more then earned it.”
I put it back in my pocket and put my jacket back on.
“You can show yourself out.” She said.
I bent over and picked my hat up off the floor. I dusted it off on my pants and saw the hat she was wearing sitting on her makeup table. I arched my brows and started for the door. As I closed it behind me, I thought…
Of all the offices in the Windy City, she had to walk into mine….