Death is a Beautiful Blonde Pt. 03

Hauling the body of her old man, I followed Mimi out toward the bottom of the cliffs behind Helmsley Mansion. We got to the spot where she wanted him buried and I proceeded to dig a hole while Mimi watched and waited. "Big and wide," she had instructed of the grave I was to dig.

As I dug deeper into the ground, I couldn't help but wonder if Mimi was up to something. She was quiet, silently watching me. What was she planning? A million ideas crossed my mind as I dug, but none of them seemed to work out. As I threw each shovelful of earth over my shoulder, I kept thinking to myself: what was she thinking out here behind the house at the bottom of the cliffs? It was still dark, the sun wouldn't be up for hours yet.

Then I had it all figured out. "Big and wide," she had said. I wasn't digging one grave, I was digging two. One for the old man and one for me. Mimi thought she had it all figured out. She killed the old man. She killed him and then made up some sob story with a plan to lay it on the first sucker she could find that night. She'd lure him home, give him a little persuasion to sweeten the deal, get him to dig the graves, and then as soon as his back was turned, BAM, she'd put a bullet through his head. No witnesses, no accomplices, just a grave, big and wide, with the bodies already inside. It all wrapped up pretty neatly.

But there was one little flaw in Mimi's plan. She had jumped into my car, and I was no sucker. I had to get out of there! She didn't have a gun, at least as far as I could tell; I could easily make a run for it.

I forced the shovel into the ground and dug out a good, hefty load of earth. Mimi was looking at me, but off-guard nonetheless. Quickly, I threw the load of dirt right into her face. She fell back onto the ground. "Sorry, baby." I jumped out of the hole and made a run for it.

***

Back at my apartment I washed up. I still hadn't been to sleep and it felt like the walls were closing in on me. A few times I grabbed the phone, ready to call the police to report Mimi and the dead body lying near the cliffs, but each time I couldn't help but think of her. The fear I had seen in her eyes, the way she begged for my help, her breasts, her soft, pouty lips wrapped sweetly around my cock. What was I doing? I placed the phone back onto the cradle, I had no proof that Mimi murdered that man. I wasn't even sure if she would've killed me. It was all in my head.

So maybe she didn't bump off her old man. Maybe she really did need my help after all. Maybe someone was after her. Who could tell?

In bed, my head raced with thoughts of Mimi. Her perfume, her desperation. She was an incredible woman, strong, confident and mysterious. She had been married to Lewis Helmsley, Public Enemy Number One. But a double cross by a crooked detective landed him in prison, where he currently resided, leaving Mimi all alone in that lonely mansion by the cliffs.

What was she doing now? Was she back inside the mansion? Was she out looking for another chump to help her, sucking his dick? I fell asleep with Mimi in my mind, the thought of my face buried in those soft, enormous breasts. Of Mimi sucking my dick, draining my balls dry.

***

The next morning, on my way out for a cup of coffee, my landlord, Mr. Katz, stopped me as I passed his desk.

"Oh! Mr. Barkley!" he called out. "A letter for you. I have a letter for you!"

"A letter?" I asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Yes, sir," he replied. "This morning when I came into the office, this letter was sitting on the front desk. It has your name on it."

He handed me an envelope. 'Mr. Bam Barkley' had been written on the front; a woman's handwriting. I opened the envelope to find a clean, crisp hundred dollar bill. No note or anything. Just a new one hundred dollar bill.

"Oh, look at that!" Mr. Katz exclaimed. "A hundred dollar bill! You are a very lucky man, Mr. Barkley."

I gave Mr. Katz a tight smile and a quick nod. I shoved the bill into my pocket and walked out of the apartment building into the late morning sun on the busy city street.

I knew it had to have been Mimi. One hundred dollars for my silence. This dame was smarter than I thought. I knew I needed to be careful, she already knew where I lived. She must have been watching me for a while now, knew just where to find me. It was no accident last night on Derby Boulevard, no coincidence that she jumped into my car. I needed to find her.

***

I drove back up the coast, along that windy road leading up to Helmsley Mansion. There was a coffee shop just up a bit further and I knew I'd be able to get a good look at the house as I drove past it. Sure enough, as I got closer to the house I could make out two police cars parked out front. I didn't see any officers, and I didn't see Mimi, so I drove on.

I ordered a coffee and a newspaper when I sat down at the counter of the coffee shop. It was a little joint that didn't seem like it saw much in the way of customers. Just an old man tending the front counter and a young girl sweeping the floor.

"Hey, pops," I asked the old man as I waited for my coffee. "So what's going down at the old Helmsley place? I think I spotted a couple cop cars parked out front as I drove past."

The old man paused. "Oh, I don't reckon I know anything about that."

The young girl behind me spoke up. "It's that Helmsley woman. She's gone missing."

I turned around to face her. She was a young woman, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. Beautiful. Brown hair, piercing eyes, and a face that told the story of a young, bright girl eager to get of that dirty little coffee shop and make a name for herself. The shop dress she wore hugged her body tightly, her breasts squeezed inside her top. I was smitten.

The old man spoke up. "Now, Pamela, we don't go around airing other people's dirty laundry."

"But pa, that's what the officer said when he was in here earlier," she replied. "I think it's best that we discuss the affair. Besides, you never know, maybe this guy here knows something about it."

"Hogwash." The old man waved his daughter off and walked into the back.

"So, the Helmsley woman is missing?" I asked Pamela.

She stood there staring at me with those piercing eyes, fidgeting with her broom. "That's what the officer said. He also said something about a murder."

I feigned surprise. "A murder?"

She flashed a mischievous smile. "Yeah, that's what he said." She paused. "But, maybe my pa is right. Maybe I shouldn't be airing other people's dirty laundry. Who are you anyway?"

I shook my head. "Nobody. Just a guy."

"Are you with the paper?" She perked up.

"No, I'm not with the paper," I replied. "Just curious to know what's going on."

She propped her broom up in the corner of the shop and walked over to my seat at the bar. "You're from the city, aren't you? I can tell." She got up close to me. "Take me with you! Take me with you to the city. I have to get out of here!"

"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to back up from her in my seat.

"Please, mister," she pleaded. "I can't stay here, living like this? All day in this dirty coffee shop, working for my pa. I can't do it anymore, I tell you, I can't do it anymore!" She leaned in closer to me, placing her hand on my thigh.

"Listen, baby, I don't know what you think you're doing, but you're barking up the wrong tree. You got me all wrong. I ain't with the papers, and I'm no big shot Hollywood producer. I'm just a lousy sucker looking for a cup of coffee and some details about what went on in that house last night."

She popped the top buttons of her dress, exposing her cleavage. The tops of her breasts were like caramel covered sweet goodness. "You want to know what happened? I can tell you what happened."

I shook my head and took a sip of my coffee. "Baby, you ain't got nothing I haven't seen before. Just how old are you anyway?"

"I just turned eighteen last month," she laughed, popping open a couple more buttons.

I slid my eyes down toward her breasts. I hadn't lied about seeing it all before, but who was I kidding? She had some real knockers.

She took my hand, pulled me up from my chair and lead me to an empty phone booth toward the back of the coffee shop. I shook my head at the persistence of this girl. I watched her walk in front of me, her tiny waist and the curve of her ass. She was young and perfect.

She pushed me inside the booth and got down on her knees. I'd seen this show before. She pulled out my hog and went to town. She had a little mouth and struggled with my thick python, but she was eager to please. I didn't know what she could tell me, but at that moment I didn't care.

***

After the girl had finished me off, and gobbled up my kids, she looked up at me with her beautiful, piercing eyes. My cum hiding in the corners of her mouth. "Take me with you, mister, please!"

I looked down at her. She was giving me puppy dog eyes as she gave my dick a soft, gentle suckle, the last tiny drops seeped from my dick slit and blossomed on her tongue.

"Hey, baby," I replied. "I'm telling you, there's nothing I can do for you. I told you I'm not with the press, I'm not a talent scout, I'm nothing, no good to anyone."

Her face fell. "Ok then," she muttered. She got up from the floor, fixed herself up and walked toward the front of the coffee shop.

I stood there for a moment, leaned up against the back of the phone booth, my dick hanging low and heavy. My heart broke for her. She was so desperate to get out of that joint. I shook my head, put my dick back inside my pants and buttoned back up.

When I walked back toward the front of the shop, back to my seat, she was wiping down the counter. "Look, doll," I said to her. "I won't forget about you. And I won't forget about what you did for me back there."

She looked up at me.

"Maybe, when I get back to the city...maybe, I can make some calls."

She lit up, her eyes coming to life again. "Really?" she replied. "You would do that for me?"

"Sure, kid," I reached for a cigarette. "I may know someone who could help you out. You're a talented girl and I may know some guys who could use what you've got."

She beamed. "Oh, thank you, mister! Thank you!"

I approached the counter, took my seat and finished off my coffee. "Now what can you tell me about the Helmsley woman."

The girl leaned in, becoming very serious. "Well, a police officer came in first thing this morning. He mentioned that a neighbor had found a body along the bottom of the cliffs just behind Helmsley Mansion."

"A body?" I replied.

"Yes," she confirmed eagerly. "It was the body of Mr. Hathaway, Mrs. Helmsley's father. The police were called and when they arrived at the mansion, no one was home. They waited and waited, and when the servant arrived they questioned her but she didn't know anything about it either. But she said Mr. Hathaway and his daughter had exchanged some very harsh words with one another the day prior, something about a will. Mrs. Helmsley left and that was the last anyone ever saw of her."

I sat quietly.

"And now, poor old Mr. Hathaway is dead, and no one knows who did it or why. And Mrs. Helmsley is missing!"

"Fascinating," I replied, the cigarette dangling from my lips.

"Yes," she replied.

"And you say no one knows where Mrs. Helmsley ran off to?" I asked.

The girl shook her head. "Not a clue. That is, if she ran off at all. I'd hate to think that something happened to her, she was always a very nice lady. She came in here a few times. Talked with me about getting out of here, said she was sure she'd see me on the silver screen someday!" She paused. "I wonder if she ever made it out to that cabin by the ocean she talked about; she said she was on her way out there that morning I talked with her, something very important she had to do."

I looked at the girl intently. The cabin by the ocean. Mimi had mentioned something about that to me last night. I needed to get out there and find this cabin; there was a good chance Mimi may be hiding out there.

I placed my hands on the counter and pushed myself back. "Well, what can you say? It's a different set of people what with their mansions and money and diamonds."

"I'll say..." the girl agreed, shaking her head.

I got up, folded up my paper and placed it under my arm. I left a nice tip on the counter and gave the girl a wink and a nod. "Well, I better be going. You hang in there, kid. I'll make some calls on your behalf."

She flashed me a smile.

"In the meantime, you stay out of trouble."

***

As I drove along the coast, I thought about what the girl at the coffee shop had said about the quarrel between Mimi and her father. "Something about a will."

I couldn't put it together. Was Mimi the kind of girl who'd put a bullet through her old man's head over an inheritance? It didn't sound like Mimi. And the coffee shop girl said she had spoken to Mimi, said she was real nice lady. Another one of Mimi's tricks, or was she the genuine article and just found herself mixed up in something she couldn't get out of?

I noticed a car following me. A black sedan trudging slowly behind me, careful to keep its distance. Too careful it seemed. I think I may have spotted it back at the coffee shop waiting for me in the parking lot, but I wasn't sure. I couldn't make out the driver, either. I gripped the steering wheel tighter and focused on the road ahead of me. I shook my head, I must have just been paranoid. But still, something picked at my brain as I looked back at the car in my rearview mirror. Something wasn't right.

I kept driving, a little further and I'd make the next city. I could shake the car once I got off the highway. When I pulled off the main road, the black car was still following me. I made a right on the next street, and it followed. A few miles further and then a left, it was still behind me. When I approached the intersection I stopped for the red light. I looked back, the car kept its distance, three cars behind. I had to get out of there, I didn't like this. I checked the intersection, there were no cars coming in either direction. The light was still red but I went for it and stepped on the gas.

It didn't take long and the black car was on my tail again, making a run through the red light after me. I accelerated.

After a few wild turns through the small city's streets I lost the car and it was gone. I needed to get out of there fast, however, because I knew it would find me sooner or later.

I got back onto the highway and drove on. It wasn't long before I reached a small house by the ocean. I slowed down to have a look and just then I heard a voice in my head. It was my landlord, Mr. Katz, "You are a very lucky man, Mr. Barkley!" Lucky man, indeed. Parked right out front of the ocean house was Mimi's car.

***

Mimi's face lit up when she opened the door and saw me standing there. "Bam! Bam, it's you! How ever did you find me?" She rushed toward me and hugged me; I couldn't believe it. "I'm so glad to see you again." She was as beautiful as ever, and still smelled of the lilac and honey.

"Can I come in?" I asked, when she let me go.

"Of course, please!" Mimi opened the door for me. It was little place, but beautifully decorated for just a small house down by the beach.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night," I said turning to face her. "About that bit of...giving you a face full of dirt. I didn't know if..."

"Please, Bam," she spoke softly. "Let's not dwell on that just now. I know what you mean, you had no idea what to expect. I'm sorry to have put you in that position. I'm sure I can make it up to you."

I pulled out the envelope with the money from my coat pocket. "This morning I received this back at my apartment." She eyed it carefully.

"Yes, I left that for you," she started. "I hope it was enough for everything you've done for me."

"How did you know where I lived?" I asked quickly.

She paused. "Bam, I don't kn..."

"Just answer the question," I insisted. "How do you know where I live?"

Her eyes grew sad. "Bam, I'll be honest with you, completely honest." She walked over to the large windows overlooking the ocean. "I've been watching you for a couple of weeks now. I knew who you were, I knew your profession, I was desperate to find someone who could help me." She paused. "A few nights ago, someone broke into our house. I don't know who, but I am almost certain it was someone sent by my husband from prison. You see, I allowed my husband go to prison; when I testified against him, I knew my statement would put him away. I did nothing that would get him off. And he hated me for that. After the trial when I visited him he swore he'd kill me. He swore he'd kill me somehow."

I was motionless and stared at Mimi, her back to me as she gazed out over the blue waters.

"He wants my money. He knows of my family's fortune, of course, and he knows it's hidden in the house. I'm certain he sent someone up to murder my father and me. And when he's broke from prison he'll just walk right into the mansion, get his money and be off."

I moved toward her. "And where do I fall into this picture?"

She turned her head, giving me a sideways glance. "I found you, because I knew who you were, what you'd done. Detective Bam Barkley: you made some shady deals yourself in the past, worked with my husband. But then something happened. You had a change of heart, was that it? You double-crossed my husband and because of your betrayal he was caught and went to prison. I knew then that you couldn't have been all bad."

"Well, that's not what the fellas downtown thought," I chided.

"No, apparently not," Mimi replied. "True, you had your badge taken away, you're no longer a detective, but let's be honest, Bam; you barely got a slap on the wrist. After all, you brought down Lewis Helmsley, Public Enemy Number One; they couldn't punish you too severely. You're a good guy Bam Barkley. A good, honest man who, maybe lost your way in the past, but you've paid for your sins. You're a good man now. I knew I could trust you to help me, you knew my husband and what he was capable of. That's why I made an effort to find you. And last night, I knew you'd headed for Derby Boulevard, I knew I'd find you there. But while I was on the street looking for you, I saw a man coming toward me. I'm certain it was the same man who must have killed my father. It was luck that I finally saw your car when I did. I jumped into your car and together we fled. It's because of you I am safe from my husband, and I'm still alive. I owe my life to you Bam Barkley."

I was just behind her. I placed my hands on the small of her back, I couldn't help myself, I had to touch her. My hands wrapped around her waist and she turned around and threw her arms around me. We kissed passionately by the window, the sun streaming in, the endless blue ocean before us. She was soft and tasted sweet, our kiss could have lasted an eternity and that still wouldn't have been long enough for my satisfaction.

I looked at her. She was looking back at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers, they were shining. I reached up and wiped away her tears.

"Oh, Bam," she whispered. "What do we do know?"

I held her in my arms tightly. I never wanted to let her go. "Don't worry, baby," I replied. "I'll stay with you. Tonight, we'll head back to the mansion. I'm sure whoever's after you will be back tonight to finish the job. But this time, we'll be ready for him."

***

Alone in the ocean house, and not needing to head back up to Helmsley Mansion until evening, Mimi and I fucked on the living room floor by the huge bay windows overlooking the water. Her naked body was a soft, smooth, beautiful playground for my dick. She let me put it anywhere. In her mouth, in her pussy, between her tits, deep in her ass; it was all fair game for me. I fucked her face relentlessly over the sofa. She looked up at me lovingly as she tongued my balls, lapping up the salty sweat like a hungry kitten. I bent her over a small desk in the corner and pummeled her tight, little ass until she couldn't take it anymore. Back on the sofa, I reclined as she sucked my dick until my eyes nearly popped out of my skull. I slammed her up against one of the french doors overlooking the ocean as I buried my cock deep inside her pussy. Our hands held one another, fingers intertwined as I thrust myself deeper inside. When it was time, I showered her with my cum and she delighted in it as if it were a gift from the heavens. She was on the floor, playful as ever, and looked up at me as my dick fired, blasting her face and tits with thick, molten jizz. She caught a heavy batch of it in her mouth and relished in my gooey, salty, sticky mess.