Friday, February 1, 2013

FFF: Hazy

She took a lazy drag on her cigarette. "So, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

I smiled thinly at the insincere pleasantries, while cursing internally at the captain who made me follow up on this complaint. I reserved a few more curses for the big-shot businessman who'd lost his expensive watch and the contents of his wallet this establishment.

I explained the nature of the complaint, and she smirked. "I'm sorry, inspector, my memory is hazy. I'm afraid I don't know anything about that."

We both knew there was nothing I could do. She had high-level political connections, and she knew I wouldn't dare bust her. So the little vixen taunted me. She slouched in the chair and her legs moved slightly apart. "I guess you'll have to search me, won't you, inspector?"

I didn't answer that. This line of questioning was as fruitless as I expected it to be. "Perhaps I could ask a few questions of the young lady who was with the alleged victim at the time of the incident?"

She called, and a blonde goddess walked into the room and sat on the arm of her chair. "Inga, the inspector here thinks we relieved a gentleman of his valuables one night last week." She slouched further down into the chair and spread her legs wide, her red dress riding high on her thighs.

Inga looked at me, but said nothing.

"I assured the inspector that we don't know anything about that. But he's a suspicious man, and he's not going to take our word for it. We're going to have to...satisfy him...that we're not hiding anything." Inga smiled seductively.

The next morning I could honestly tell the captain that I had searched everywhere and found no trace of the missing valuables.
(300 words)

The challenge this week was: up to 300 words.
The phrase "...hazy..." must be used.
Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.


  1. Max! So great FFFing with you! And what a story! I adored the teasing, the taunting and the twist! Yum.

  2. Inspector, Policeman, Mayor, how are such powerful men reduced to putty around a pair of beautiful women. Whoever invented the phrase, "the weaker sex" had no idea what he was talking about.

    In defense of the Inspector, I'm sure he look hard and long and in every nook, cranny, and crevice and found something much more valuable than jewels.

    Thanks for writing!!!

  3. Great story, I loved the powerful men involved, too! I agree with Advizor, putty! Nice ending, too! : )

  4. I adore this sexy noir-like approach to this image (which is a favourite of mine).

    You can frisk and search me anytime, Inspector...

  5. ROFLOL! Ah, The Inspector is at a loss! :) Great story!