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Black Nylons part 2
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Black Nylons
Chapter II
{This is a consensual, non-violent story with a little bit of
fetishism. It is NOT a submissive-dominant story by any means; no one
in this story is whipped, beaten, called "master" or "mistress", or
forced to do anything their free will dictates dangerous.
Bobbie Johnson (physically) can be thought of as a wisecracking Niki
Smith (The Guess? girl) who is very, ahem, voluptuous. Also, for all
those who lived in the Boston area during the 1950's, some of the
places I mentioned are as accurate as I can perceive them. Any
correction will be cheerfully corrected.
In Chapter II, about 5 years have elapsed (1957). Bobbie has been
promoted to Captain of Vice and Katie (the taxi dancer) works for her.
Also, two new females, Rikki Hamp and Marcia "Chi-Chi" Rodriques, are
undercover workers in Scollay Square (now Government Ctr.)
Copies? Mirth? Disgust? [email protected] is the address to
contact.
Brian}
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1957, the year that Bobbie got a brand-new Chevy after she foiled a
Mafia attempt in the North End. Nineteen mobsters, perhaps the most
wanted in Massachusetts, were sealed in Charles St. Jail for a good
long time.
But Bobbie had not changed one bit, except for a nicely cropped hairdo
and a pair of seamless lode green nylons gracing her legs. Katie
Samuel, once a taxi dancer and now Lieutenant of Vice, walked over to
Bobbie's desk and leaned into it. Bobbie smiled as she typed her
report.
"Hello, Katie. You seem to be free from your work."
"And not a minute sooner," Katie laughed as she sat down at Bobbie's
desk. "That horse-fixing/prositution ring case is driving me mad. I
had to become Little Miss Floozie for three weeks, which brought back
the good old days of waiting on the corner and lifting my skirt. So
much for being humble."
Bobbie laughed so hard, she had to cover her mouth. Katie went on to
describe the time a little old man, sweet as could be, asked if he
could "plug in his plaything" in the middle of a song; the time one of
the horses decided to take an unceremonious dump on her shoes, and how
one of the jockeys cleaned up her legs only to feel them up. Bobbie
was now crying and laughing uncontrollably, as Lt. Captain Joe Ross
came over to the desk in curiosity.
"Say, is Kate telling you the time Great Smokes took a great dump on
her feet?" he asked half-jokingly, as Bobbie dried her eyes and
composed herself. "I'm sorry, Joe, but it's such an uplifting
experience," Bobbie said. "The whole department could hear you, but
your Captain, and there's not much I can do." Ross extracted a
newspaper bunched under his suitjacket.
"I hope your legs are in filly condition," smiled Ross. "Madam Chao
in Cambridge heard about you and she needs some help."
"Madam Chao and the House Of Chao, " said Bobbie crisply. "We've
busted her fifteen times for heroin possession and eighty-three times
for maintaining a bordello. Yet she seems to be a nice, grandmotherly
woman."
"She's coming to the precinct about 2:30. It seems that her bordello
needs a little monitoring."
"Hmm...a captain undercover. Just like the good old days. Who else
will help me?"
"Chi Chi and Hamp."
Bobbie smiled. She liked the wisecracking Chi Chi and the
girl-next-door appeal of Hamp, and they would turn out to be good
foils. She nodded her head while she held her tapered fingers on her
lips. "Great. I think the old black silk-stockings will have to come
out."
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Madame Chao smiled as she was led into the office by her old, almost
withered husband. Madame Chao spoke no English, but her husband, a
mathematician at MIT, spoke almost accent-free English and was willing
to translate.
"[Good afternoon, Bobbie Johnson. Pleased to see you are well and you
are prosperous,]" said Mme Chao via Mr Chao.
"Have come here for your liquor license to be renewed?" Bobbie
quipped. Madame Chao laughed readily.
"[No, my little friend. You've busted me so many times I don't bother
to renew. I have a job for you. My wicked sons are trying to take
away brothel. Very corrupt bad apples, I say. Become madam for a
week and I will testify against them.]" Madame Chao walked over to
Katie and placed her hands squarely on her legs. "[My dear, silk
stockings on white limbs are most attractive. But even better when
seams are straight.]" Katie rolled her eyes as Mme Chao twisted the suntan
nylons, making the seams pencil straight. "[Honorable Johnson, would
you like to become the proprietor of my house so you can stop my
sons?]"
"Yes, I will. And I will try my best to bring them to justice. IF
you don't break any rules afterwards."
"[Rules? No rules when worm and womb are frolicking in the Mound of
Venus.]" Then Madame Chao laughed once more.
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Chi-Chi and Hamp had come in for the midnight shift. Chi-Chi was in
the middle of putting on a new pair of black silk stockings for the
brothel in Chinatown.
"Nothings more precious than black gold silk," cooed Chi-Chi as she
slipped a stocking up her smooth calves. "Up and around everywhere,
my legs hiss a Mojud morse code."
Hamp had already finished dressing, as she affixed a pair of strappy
heels to her ankles. "You have the address to this bordello, or are
we going to get lost like we did the last time?"
Chi Chi smoothed a hand up and down the seams of her stockings,
swinging her leg up and down for effect. "Relax. I didn't know there
was a Shriners convention at that bar last time," laughed Chi-Chi.
She clasped garters to each side of her stocking and walked towards
the locker. "I bought a pair of backless heels that go with the
dress. Out to be normal for that type of place."
Hamp twirled around in her floral print dress. "Ah always gotta be
the country girl!" she giggled, to which Chi Chi muttered, "And
obnoxious, too" as she zippered up her black dress.
"We've gotta meet Bobbie at nine. Let's get going so we can beat all
of the C1 traffic." Chi Chi applied a cot of mascara and pouted her
lips to apply a blood-red lipstick. After she clamped her lips
together to distribute the lipstick, she collected Hamp and they
headed to Chinatown.
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Bobbie was in the middle of directing girls when Chi Chi and Hamp
arrived. "Shriners Convention again, girls?" she said under a
strained voice. "Nope, and we're sorry we're late," said Chi Chi.
"Girls, would you mingle with the guests after you put your coats away
and freshen up." Hamp and Chi Chi did so, and the two retired to the
bar.
Two hours passed. Once in a while, as a signal to Bobbie, Chi Chi would tug at
the tops of her stockings in code. N o t h i n g 's d o i n g was
one code. Another was I f o r g o t t o b r i n g a n e x t r a
p a i r o f n y l o n s. D o y o u h a v e a p a i r ? Bobbie
tapped (with a pencil) in response Y e s, b u t t h e y d o n ' t g o
w i t h t h e s h o e s y o u ' r e w e a r i n g.
Bobbie then came over with two young, freshly scrubbed college men in tow.
"Chi Chi, Alicia, this is Tony and Steve. They wish to purchase your
services. Tell me, boys, are you at least eighteen?"
"Yes, Ma'am," they said simultaneously.
"The house rules are that you may not impose any harm on these ladies
or I shall have to call the police," said Bobbie seriously. Chi Chi
let out a snort of laughter as Bobbie continued. Chi Chi, you shall
go with Tony. Alicia, meet Steve."
"Rooms 19 and 20, if you please." Bobbie extracted two keys from her
pocket. "Protection is provided upstairs...have a good time."
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Chi Chi and Tony entered the room, and Chi Chi turned on the lights.
"Kind of warm, isn't it?" Chi Chi set the mood, and she found Tony to
be handsome. "My fee is $25 straight and $50 for other kinks."
Tony silently withdrew a $100 bill from his wallet and placed it on
the table. "Can we just talk instead? I'm not into sex all that
often...I'm getting married."
"No blow jobs? No around the worlds? Are you...no, you're not queer.
Are you afraid?"
"A little."
"You know what I'm afraid of?" Chi Chi softened. "Guys who make sex
too rough. It takes a tender touch for a man to make love."
Tony looked at her legs. "I like what you're wearing on your legs."
Chi Chi certainly couldn't bust this kid for being sincere. "Thanks.
Have you ever seen a pair of silk stockings before?"
"Ah, no."
Chi Chi began to undress, and she did as far as her bra, garter belt,
silk stockings, and backless heels. "Tell, me, Tony, are you scared
looking at me now?"
"No."
"Could you strip naked for me, honey?"
Slowly but efficiently, Tony became naked. He had a giant erection waving in
the breeze, and of course he felt uncomfortable. Chi Chi was
flabbergasted on how pure and strong his erection was, but despite
ethics she wanted to wrap her hand around it and feel it pulse around
her hands.
She led him over to the bed and lay him down. She placed a foot under
the scrotum of his already engorged penis and began to slowly rotate the bottom
of her stocking foot on it. "Does it feel good, Tony?" Chi Chi
moaned as Tony began to squirm. Her sheathed foot began to trace
shapes and forms of his penis and stopped long enough to unhook her
bra. She twisted her nipples as she continued to rub silk against
scrotum.
Chi Chi took her foot away and placed it on the soft bed. One by one
she unclasped her garters and unhooked the garter belt from her waist.
She placed a hand on either side of her stocking and rolled it down
seductively her thighs, keeping eye contact on Tony as he erection
grew very hard. When she reached her toes, she pulled her stocking
off with a flourish and placed it on Tony's erect member.
Then, she wrapped a warm hand on Tony's penis and began to stroke it.
Man, this boy is big, she muttered as she stroked the penis, which
when she bent it it resisted becoming soft. She heard him grunt, a
signal that he was on the verge of climax, and she blithely continued
until he erupted. Stream after stream of semen shot through the
stocking onto the heel, which amazed Chi Chi no end. When she touched
his penis again to remove the stocking, she didn't realize he was
capable of coming again, and how violent his eruption was.
Her hands and the reinforced foot of her stockings were coated with semen,
and to make show of it Chi Chi licked her hands sexily. After
Tony composed himself, he withdrew a $20 bill from his pants and gave
it to Chi Chi.
Chi Chi was tempted to bust him, but she didn't. To hell with ethics,
she thought as she retired to the women's room to pleasure herself.
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Two more hours passed. Chi Chi borrowed another pair of stockings
from Janise, an older woman who was like her grandmother, while Hamp
was sitting patiently at the bar. Bobbie walked over to Hamp and
bought her a club soda.
"Tough night at the races, Hamp?" Bobbie asked quizzically.
"You bet. I only made about 16 weeks of my salary tonight," she said
grinning. "I like the Chinese Dragon lady getup...very fetching."
Bobbie blushed as she twirled around. She had bought a black wig that
could be twisted and turned into a bun, and in that bun hung two
Chinese chopsticks. With a bow, Bobbie said, "I thank you, honorable
Hamp."
Just then two small men - dwarves - came over to the bar. "Excuse me,
madam...we would like to make an offer to you. Is there a place we
can talk in private?" said the first dwarf.
"Yes, I guess so." Bobbie suspected that these two cute little men
carried even cuter guns and had a cute thing for cutting people down.
These could be Mme Chao's cute little sons.
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"I am Ying Tso, and this is my brother Yong Tsi", introduced the first
dwarf. "We are sons of Chao, and we wish to give you protection."
"If our mother told us we are merciless, bloodletting theives with no
morals, well, that's heresy," said Yong. "We are not interested in
killing people for our own advancement."
Bobbie thought for a moment. "How much protection will you provide?"
she asked, hoping that they'd say for a few dollars and a percent of
the take.
"All we ask for is $500 per week and 25% of all the ladies' take,"
smiled Ying. "We are humble and honest people. There's no reason you
should not function without overhead."
"All right. But I'll make the deal even sweeter. $750 per week, and
35% of the take, plus my two best girls in the brothel." Bobbie
picked up the phone and told the operator, "please send in Chi Chi and
Hamp."
After a couple of minutes the door knocked. Chi Chi and Hamp came in,
but holding hands. "Chi Chi, Hamp, please meet Ying and Yong. They
will send us protection. Please, girls, show our new...guardsmen your
wares. I'm not paying $750 a week for just ordinary girls."
With that Chi Chi and Hamp began to undress one another. Each button
was taken off slowly and sensuously, every zipper unattached quietly.
Hamp set herself on the desk as Chi Chi unbuckled her shoes and placed
tiny kisses on her tan stockinged toes; then she began to lick the inner
part of the thigh were the garter and stocking met. Chi Chi made sure
to unhook the stocking slowly and bring it down while kissing each
part of the leg. "You see, my girls know how to love men as well as
those of their own sex," Bobbie hinted. Chi Chi placed two fingers
inside Hamp and almost immediately Hamp began to moan; then as Chi Chi
pushed them slowly in and out, Hamp arched her back and let out a
choked scream. Warm juice ran out of Hamp's sex, and as soon as Chi
Chi planted her fingers inside herself, she had her own juices running
out of her hand.
Ying and Yong laughed as Hamp and Chi Chi arranged themselves.
"[Wow, what an act!]" gasped Yong in Chinese, who was whistling as he laughed.
"[This young broad really has her act together. Nothing like Mom ever
did!]" chuckled Ying.
"All right. We are convinced. You girls will become stars in this
brothel, like Sacco and Venezuela."
"Sacco and Vanzetti," Bobbie corrected. "And I would like to add just
one more thing to this deal, but I must warn you that you may not be
pleased to see what I give you." In the desk drawer Bobbie extracted
a pair of handcuffs and her badge. With a flourish Bobbie took off
her wig, letting her cropped hair breathe.
"Gentlemen, I am not a madam. I'm Bobbie Johnson, Captain of Vice,
and this two girls are Marcia "Chi Chi" Martinez and Rikki Hamp, and
they work for me."
As Hamp and Chi Chi wrapped the cuffs around their wrists, Ying and
Yong spoke angrily to one another.
"[You sonofabitch! I knew that she stood out like a sore thumb.]"
shouted Yong.
"[Shut up,]" screamed Ying, "[We would have had two lovely broads
under our thumbs if you hadn't had a boner for the Hispanic one!]"
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Two weeks later, Mme Chao returned to the office. She was alone.
"I come to see Bobbie. Husband not home. He work today," she said to
Chi Chi as she walked over to Bobbie's desk.
"Bobbie, I come say thank you for putting sons in prison. Nice boys,
nice attitude, but attitude stink. No Chinatown gangster like my
father."
"They were nice, and I'm glad they didn't use their guns." Bobbie
smiled as Mme Chao laughed.
"Boys never had balls to use guns," Mme Chao continued, laughing to
herself. "I also come to say I quit madam business. Learning how to
speak English from my husband. You did good as madam."
Mme Chao extracted something from her pocketbook. It was one of Chi
Chi's black silk stockings that she had used on Tony. "One of friends
not discreet with seed. My girls always use towel or washcloth to
clean. But with little wash and hang, it'll be good and new." Chi
Chi's face was never redder as she picked up the stocking from the
table and muttered a curt "thank you" as Mme Chao bowed.
Bobbie looked at Chi Chi with a mock look of contempt, but Chi Chi
lost her composure and began to laugh. Ross walked over to the desk
and asked, "Did Katie tell you the story about the dumping horses
*again*?" But when he saw the stocking in Chi Chi's hands, he
caught himself. I gotta keep out of these inside jokes, he thought as
he went for a cup of coffee.
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Brian Colby Copyright 1993. This story may be posted on other
archives or extracted for personal reading pleasure. All requests for
this story can be made by sending electronic mail to
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Brian Colby/UMass Dartmouth/1993
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