The Erotic Murder Mystery Case Files of
DETECTIVE DICK NOIR
Detective Dick Noir
In a city where shadows whisper secrets, Dick Noir prowls the night—a private eye caught in a web of lust, lies, and murder. The cases? They’re as dangerous as the women behind them. Femme fatales with curves and cunning, who seduce, deceive, and leave a trail of blood in their wake.
Every case leads Dick deeper into a world of taboo, where sex and death collide in the most twisted ways. Betrayal is common, but truth? That’s a rare commodity.
Step into the dark, where pleasure and peril are one and the same. Dick Noir is on the case—but can he survive the crime-ridden chaos of this deadly game?
Case One
The White Widow
It was a damp dark night and a light drizzle of rain ran down the outside of the office windows as I sat at my desk filling out paper work. For some reason I put down my pencil and sat back and listened to the unusual silence of the night.
With scotch and cigar in hand I wandered over to the window and pulled down one of the blinds with a finger and stared out into the blackness. It was too quiet and I had a gut feeling it would not be long before my phone would ring and another case would fall onto my lap. This shit hole of a city with it’s nooks, crannies and gutters filled with the scum of the earth. How the fuck I ever ended up a Private Detective in this place, God only knows.
On the other side of town in a dirty back alley under a pale street lamp a John was bending a gorgeous brunette Whore over the hood of his car. Her voluptuous breasts burst out of her thin white blouse soaked from the evening rain, while water dripped down her face as he pulled her hair back and spread her long legs apart with his feet and reached between her legs and tore her panties off.
How was I to know that one of them would soon be dead and I would be trying to solve one of the most erotically twisted cases I had yet to encounter.
Case Two
A Dame To Die For
The night started off like any other usual mid winter night in this God forsaken shit hole of a city. Cold, damp, dark and with a relentless drizzle. Why the hell couldn’t Old Man Winter just put us all out of our misery and pour buckets of rain or shovel fulls of snow?
I took off my hat overcoat and scarf and hung them up, then walked over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of scotch and poured myself a shot. Next I walked over to the window to watch the drizzle run down my window, not being able to remember the last time I saw a sunny day, or any day for that matter.
Joey was a small time bookie. Just a few games, some horses, an occasional fight. He was like any small time guy swimming with the sharks. Dipping in wherever he could to grab a bit of the action then getting out quick before he got eaten alive. Leroy was a medium time bookie. He got a bigger piece of the action and would run over the little guys like Joey whenever he felt the need to do so.
Now as fate would have it, on this particularly dreary night Joey and Leroy were about to crash over one of those dames to die for and I was soon to be right smack dab in the middle of it.
Case Three
The Postman Rings Twice
There are three certainties. Death, Taxes, and the Postman ringing twice when he brings the mail in case you missed his ring the first time.
John sped away from the vineyard and down the winding canyon road gazing over each corner to see signs of a car leaving the highway and crashing over the 100 foot cliffs below. As he neared a sharp 90 degree turn in the road he thought to himself; “this must be the place.” But when he pushed hard on his breaks to slow down, sudden panic set over him as the brake pedal went soft to the floor. He pumped again and again but it was obvious his brakes were completely gone. He tried to think of what to do but it was too late as the car left the road and flew over the edge of the cliff becoming airborne. John knew it would only be moments before it hit and exploded on the rocks below bringing his life to an end in a fiery ball of flames and twisted burning flesh and melting metal.
They say just before death your life flashes by in slow motion and as his life slowly flashed by he remembered the first time he saw her. Lana was coming out of the pool, her naked body glimmering in the evening light from the house, unaware he was watching she slowly dried off and then wrapped the towel around herself.