Frank Chase, Private Dick : Skittles
Date: 12/31/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: sprite, Source: LushStories
The name’s Chase. Franklin Roosevelt Chase. I’m a private Dick in Pratchett or Fairyville as the locals call it. It’s not a profession for someone who’s averse to getting a little dirt on them. Suits me perfectly. It doesn’t pay well, but it puts enough change in my pocket to keep my vices going; drinking to excess, losing at cards, and pissing off good looking dames. Today I was on a roll. Not even happy hour and already I’d lost next month’s rent to a joker holding a trio of ladies and blown my last cheddar on hooch. Two for three. Not bad. Maybe I should give my ex a call and let her know the alimony check would be late. Again. I’d gotten as far as picking up the phone when a knock on the door stayed my hand. A glance through the frosted window with my moniker etched in copper had me setting the receiver back in the cradle. Looks like lady luck had a serious beef with me today and was sending me a doozy. “It’s open,” I called out, doing my best to straighten my tie into a semblance of dignity and give my hair a quick finger comb as the dull brass knob on my side of the office turned and in walked the nicest pair of gams I’d ever set eyes on. “Franklin Chase?” Her voice oozed of sex or maybe that was just wishful thinking. “At your Service. What can I do you for?” “I want to hire your services, Mister Chase.” “Pull up a chair, Miss…?” Third thing I’d taken notice of was the lack of a wedding band. I should mention the first two; she had legs to die for, not to mention she ...