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“Single Ladies” rings out yet again in the humid Miami night.
“Jackie Dollar.”
“Jackie, it’s Marcia McCracken, did you make it to Miami okay?”
“I did, but there’s been another murder. Someone hit Belle’s sugardaddy, Marcus Langford.”
“Well, keep on it Johnny, and be careful.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re in Connecticut.”
*click*
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Tonight, the transcribed adventures of the femboy with the action packed expense account. America’s fabulous freelance insurance investigator……
“Yours Truly, Jackie Dollar.”
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Expense account submitted by special investigator Jackie Dollar to the home office of the American Mercantile Insurance Company, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an account of my expenditures during my investigation of the Genovese Matter. Expense account continued.
Expense account
….eh never mind.
I now had two dead people. Lady Belle, a drag queen with connections to the mafia, and her sugardaddy, Marcus Langford. It certainly made the knots in my stomach, already full of brandy-laced coffee, a bit tighter. Cause now I had to figure out who killed 2 people, and I knew it was not gonna be a cakewalk.
I walked out of the crowd, turned my head and saw the police rushing down the street to reach the scene. Not like I had much to do but let them do their jobs and I knew I had to stay away from the police. However, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around. It was Sammy Jackson, the detective who met me here in Miami. He stopped when he saw my outfit.
“So this was what Marcia meant. You look like a bitch.”
“Thanks, Sammy. I certainly appreciate your kind thoughts. I told you I didn’t want to be near you. I could be found out as a dick or a cop.”
Sammy grunted. “Hmmph. Who is the dead person?” he asked as the EMS workers took check of the body and requested the medical examiner.
“Apparently, Marcus Langford, he was Genovese’s sugardaddy. Why a rich man with a background in the mafia would need or even want a sugardaddy is a tough one.”
“Probably didn’t want to let people know he was loaded. Part of the drag act. Anyway, I need to go investigate and hopefully the next time I see you, you won’t be in this gaudy outfit.”
Sammy walked away and I decided to follow some of the patrons back into the Club SB. The Club SB was a pretty big place, but otherwise, your standard Miami Beach nightclub, if it was built erzurum escort in an alternate universe where everyone is gay. The place was loaded in pink neon, pink walls, white roof. The bar was a solid pink as well, but made of porcelain on the top. The shooting had kind of ruined the mood so the music was muted and no one was dancing. Some of the patrons were carrying their drink and talking at a table. I, myself, walked up to the bar, where I was met by a bartender who was no smaller than 6-6 in heels. She had a large waist and hair that looked it was straight out of RuPaul’s Drag Race. I asked for a scotch on the rocks, expense account
, $8. When the bartender brought me the drink, she spoke up.
“You’re new here. I’ve never seen you here before. That dress is a little inviting isn’t it?”
“No, it’s standard nightclub fare for me. I like the hot bitch look. It fits my body well and I certainly can pack a punch. I call it my Hot Mistress look. You’d be amazed about the amount of guys who have drooled over me. Name is Jackie.”
“Shilo. I’m the owner and the bartender of the Club SB. Been a rough night, mind if I join you on the scotch train?”
“Pull up a seat, let’s talk the night away.”
And that’s what we did for a while. Shilo talked to me about her background and how she got possession of the Club SB in a tax foreclosure auction. It had previously been just an old tavern. She renovated the place and made it a special place in Miami. Some of the best drag stars had been coming through the club in recent years, along with some gay and lesbian actors and actresses. It was an improvement over the old raggedy tavern. Soon the conversation shifted to the last couple days.
“What was Lady Belle like? I heard she visited this club often.”
“She was the most popular drag queen to ever walk in here. She had every guy, gal and enby person all over her. She could make you the happiest person in the Miami night, but she also knew she was playing with some risky business. She did tell me but didn’t tell others, especially Marcus, that she was a member of the mafia back in New York.”
“And Marcus?”
“Marcus came to Miami a couple years ago. He won the lottery back home in Wisconsin and decided to leave Milwaukee for the warm Miami heat. He and Lady Belle hit it off well. Marcus was shy, timid when he walked into this bar. He clearly had no idea what living in Miami was like. She liked him, but she liked his money more. Belle used that to her advantage. She was having him buy her things like a Mercedes, a cruise of the Indian esat escort Ocean, luxury Jimmy Choo shoes and handbags. Why spend your own money when you can be sexy and just have this guy do it for you?”
“Unfortunately, it looks like he was paid off for it too. Did Belle have any other connections in the area?”
“Yeah, her brother, Marino, started showing up here in recent wee….”
There was a slam at the front door of the nightclub. A chunky set, gray-haired man stumbled into the door with a look on his face that made it clear he had been drinking tonight long before he got there. Based on the age in his face, it looked like he had been drinking for a long time. The wear of drinking yourself to death was showing. He walked in and stumbled towards the bar.
“Well, that’s Marino. And he’s drunk again. He’s come looking for sex after drinking. Most people avoid him, but with you here, he’s probably gonna ask you. He was Belle’s brother apparently from what she told me.”
“Brother? Hmm. Shilo, if you could put my drink in the fridge, I would appreciate it and I will finish it later.”
She complied and I grabbed my lipstick. I made my lips as bright red as possible for him to notice me. What better way to get answers for my case then to give this man exactly what he wanted. Drunk or not, he was gonna demand it.
Marino stumbled to the bar, and asked under his whiskey smelling breath who I was. He said I looked supremely hot and that he would fuck me until dawn. Shilo pointed to a back room where I could go with him. She also gave me a look of concern. I took the very drunk Marino to the room and told him to pull his pants down. He complied and I got to work. I kicked off my heels and strode his lap for a few minutes before getting on my knees to suck his cock. He had a small cock, maybe 4in on a good day. However, if I wanted information, I was gonna have to satisfy his lousy dick.
After about 5min of bobbing up and down on his pathetic member I grabbed a condom from my purse and placed something in my bra. Marino, far too drunk to put the condom on himself, just watched as I slid it on and starting riding him. While riding him I started by asking a basic question.
“So you are Pietro’s brother?”
Since he was so drunk he could barely ram me properly, I just kept running up and down his cock and waited for an answer. However, he was sober enough to understand my question.
“Yes, I am Marino Genovese, my brother is Pietro. We are from New York.”
“What brings you here?”
Rather than answer, he esenler escort slapped me across the face. Suddenly, drunk Marino enjoying hot sex was a very angry drunk. He pushed me off the small cock and tried to fuck me in the mouth. Apparently whatever I asked was enough to instigate something he did not want to tell, let alone get any more questions out of me. Since I don’t like the taste of condom, I backed off and reached into my bra for the taser I have placed in it before beginning the sexual adventure.
Marino raised his pants and I got up, taser in hand. He backed off from me, knowing I was armed, but before he ran for the door, he yelled something in Italian. “Chi sei, stronza? Perché ti importa di me?” Not knowing what he meant, I just presumed it was vile and walked near him with the taser. He stumbled out the door of the back room and out a back entrance into an alley. I put my taser away and walked back to the bar. Shilo saw the entire scence of Marino stumbling out the door and walked up to me.
“I’ve never seen him do that before. Usually once he gets his sex, he orders another drink and either leaves by foot or by police escort. What the hell did you do in there?”
“Gave him some sex, tried to learn some things.”
“You are a strange one Jackie. Hopefully you’ll tell me what’s so important about Marino Genovese.”
“Another time, Shilo. I’m gonna use the washroom then walk outside for fresh air. Here’s another $15 for keeping my drink cold.” (Expense account
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I stepped into the restroom, cleaned up my face and put the condom in my purse for safe keeping. I would probably need it later. I grabbed my vape from my purse and walked outside the same door Marino had run out. Once I stepped out, I started vaping and walking around the alley. Then I tripped on something near the dumpster. It was Marino.
Except he was very dead.
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There will be another story in our series, the Genovese Matter, next month.
“Next month, a mobster who sings is bad for the mob….or maybe for me. Join us, won’t you?”
Yours truly,
Jackie Dollar 😉
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This story is just really getting started. My love for “Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar” and Bob Bailey is deep and I’m thrilled that some of the people who read the first part were enthralled with the new idea of “Yours Truly, Jackie Dollar.” Maybe it would be fun one day to record these series as a podcast. I was asked about involving more sex because it’s . Sex is important on this site yes, but the story doesn’t need to always be about sex. It mattered for this part. It will come up again later. But maybe not for a long time. I’ll see you in July.
For “Yours Truly, Jackie Dollar”, Amanda Sadie speaking.
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