The early morning light streamed through the windows of O’Callahan and Lang Investigations. Jenn let herself into the office and hung her coat on the coat rack. She noticed that the door to to the office was ajar. Curiously she stepped toward it and pushed it open. Jack was laying on his desk, snoring. She stepped closer and placed her hand gently on his shoulder.
“Mr. O’Callahan? Jack?” she cooed. Jack jerked awake and looked around sleepily.
“Whuts goin’ on?” he mumbled.
“Late night?” asked Jenn.
“Hmm?” Jack rubbed his eyes, “Uhh yeah. Got a new case.” He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He began to pat himself down, searching for his lighter. He heard a click and looked up. Jenn held up his lighter. He leaned forward and held the cigarette to the flame.
“Thanks” he muttered.
“So, What’s the case?” she asked, leaning on the desk. Jack picked up the flash drive.
“Alderman Malone has hired us to find out who is blackmailing him,” said Jack. Jenn picked up the letter from the desk and looked at it. Her nose wrinkled. Jack looked at her. “What?”
“It’s that smell.”
“What smell?” questioned Jack.
“The perfume on this letter,” replied Jenn.
“Huh?” Jack took the letter for Jenn and held it up to his nose. Sure enough the faint smell of cherries and peaches were present. Jack looked up at his secretary. “Well that narrows down our suspect list. Could you get David on the phone?”
“Sure!” quipped Jenn smiling. She walked out of the office. Jack to a drag off his cigarette, picked up the flash drive, and looked at it intently. He stood and walked into the waiting room. Jenn hung up the phone as he entered.
“David will be here in a bit,” she reported.
“Good.” Jack held out the flash drive, “Can you plug this in? I need to see what’s on it.”
“Sure.” Jenn took the flash drive and plugged it into the computer. She opened the file and a list of image files displayed on the screen. Jenn looked up at Jack.
“Let’s just start at the first one,” said Jack. Jenn double-clicked on the file. A picture of the alderman naked, locked in a chastity device and bound to x-frame with leather cuffs. The frame was leaned against a wall, a mirror was against one wall and what looked like a four poster bed of dark stained wood could be seen; presumably against the wall opposite of the x-frame.
“Oh!” exclaimed Jenn as her cheeks flushed to a deep crimson. Jack blinked.
“Well that wasn’t what I expected,” mumbled Jack taking a draw from his cigarette. Jenn rubbed her neck nervously and shifted in her chair. Jack leaned forward, surveying the image. They both jumped as the door opened. David stepped in.
“Morning! So what’s the big case?” David moved behind the desk to hang up his coat and hat. When he turned around he spotted the image on the screen. “What’s this? Caught Jenn looking at pornographic content?” asked David smiling, “Didn’t figure you were into that kind of thing.” David nodded at the screen. Jenn’s face flushed to an even deeper red, and she stared at the floor.
“This is part of the case. Alderman Malone has hired us to find out who is blackmailing him,” explained Jack. David leaned against the desk.
“Oh. So do we have any leads?”
“Well, we know that its a woman,” replied Jack.
“How do you know?” asked David.
“Smell of perfume on the letter,” stated Jack.
“So what’s this?” asked David.
“These are the pictures that the alderman is begin blackmailed with. I’m hoping we might be able to discern some details from the pictures,” explained Jack. Jack turned back to the computer, “Alright Jenn.” Jenn reluctantly advanced to the next picture. A woman appeared in the picture. She had black hair tied back into a tight braid. She was perched atop five-inch stiletto pumps. Fishnet stockings were held up by a black garter belt. Her waistline was accentuated by a tightly laced corset. A tattoo was visible on her left shoulder blade. Jack leaned close to the screen.
“What’s that tattoo? Jenn can you zoom in on that?” Jenn nodded and zoomed in on the woman’s shoulder blade. The tattoo was of a pair of Chinese characters. Jenn crossed her legs and began to chew on her thumbnail. Jack squinted at the characters, he didn’t recognize the characters.
“David, do you know what these characters are?” he asked. David moved to look at the image.
“Yeah, they are in traditional hanzi. It says, ‘submit’,” informed David. He pulled a cigarette out of his jacket breast pocket.
“Do you think this is a service or a private agreement?” asked Jack, standing up. He held out his lighter for his friend. David puffed on his cigarette to light it.
“Jenn, could you zoom out?” asked David. She complied and David leaned in next to her. “It looks like a professional dungeon.”
“Jenn could you pull up a search on InfoNet, for ‘dominatrix with a Chinese tattoo on her left shoulder blade.” Jenn closed the image viewer and opened up an InfoNet search window. She typed in the query and hit the search button. The first entry in the search was a website for “Mistress Joy’s House of Pain”.
“Click that,” said Jack. Jenn clicked the link. The site opened and the page that opened was a mature content warning page. Jenn clicked the continue link. The front page had the woman from the pictures stretched across the screen, wearing nothing but a garter belt, stockings, and stiletto heels. Jenn began to twirl a strand of her hair around her finger.
“Let’s see, is there and address?” asked Jack. Jenn scrolled down the page.
“Not that I can see,” said Jenn, “But there is a CommNet Address.” She pointed to it on the page. Jack looked to David with a sideways smile.
“You up for a date with a dominatrix?” he asked grinning. Jenn buried her face in her palms.
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