Wet Johnny

"Monica, are you sure you want to do this?" asked Tillie the bartender....."I'm sorry I even called you....Three of my friends went off with this guy and were never seen alive again..." she said.

''We have to be sure.. Tillie...I'm a cop.. It's what I do.. If this guy is killing girls...." It's my job to take him off the streets....This is what I do....Don't worry...I'm wired and I have people watching me." she said.

Monica had three female plain clothes cops watching her...They too were scantily dressed and blended in with the bar crowd...

She was wearing a wire....they all could hear every whisper....

There was a male plain clothes cop on the team also...

Monica felt a little self conscious of him...He couldn't keep his eyes off of her rear end...

And three times when explaining the set up....She had to tell him to focus...."He was worse than you when you first met me.." she would laughingly tell me later..

I wanted to be with her, but I couldn't.....

Monique...Dr. Monique Talbert, her identical twin sister was worried too...

"I'm worried for Mo-Mo...This guy could be very dangerous...I'm locked into her....I'll know where she is.." she said.

"We have her wired up well....We can track her too.." I said.

"Well what if he finds it?" asked Monique..

"If he gets that far...They should have him in cuffs by then..." I said with a smile...

At the strip club....the crowd had come....Monica was at the bar talking to Tillie...

''So what do you know about this guy Tillie?"asked Monica..

"He's a semi-regular customer...He owns several different businesses......Not married...At least he told me he wasn't..White guy...about 48, 49 years old...maybe 50...but I don't think so... He comes here when he's in town.....Always has a lot of money to throw around....Used to stay until closing...He got a lot of lap dances.....The girls said that he used to cum in his pants and get them wet....Some thought it was funny,other s thought he was disgusting...They refused to give him lap dances....He started dating some of the girls...He paid well, they said...but there was something scary about him...None of the girls who dated him ever went back for a second date...And he was fixated on certain ones...HE CALLED THEM..Some reported that they saw him outside of their apartments at their straight job...They were afraid of him...I should have thought about this, about him sooner.." said Tillie...

"That's okay...I'm glad that you remembered now....You think he's coming in tonight?" asked Monica..

"I don't know....I told him that you would be working tonight..." said Tillie..

"Okay...All we can do is wait.." said Monica.

She felt so self conscious in these super short booty shorts and these stilletto heels...She really didn't like all of the guys ogling her and hearing their salacious thoughts about what they wanted to do to her...
She hoped she never had to go undercover as an exotic dancer/stripper/hooker again...

II-

And back at the squadroom....Kylie and I had come up on something...

"Kylie....This Lycoming Plastics Company.....Multi-National..Multi billion dollar company...One of several owned by an eccentric Multi -Millionaire named John French...." I said..

"Actually founded and owned by his late Father, John French Sr. and run by his uncle, James French...The son, John French Jr. has a loft here in the city, but he really has little to do with that company...He gets a huge stipend every quarter.... A quarter of a million dollars... From what I learned...Neither the Father ,Nor the Uncle trusted him to do much, business wise..." said Kylie..

"Yeah, he's quite the party goer...Has a loft in Miami and one in Los Angelas...Drinks and parties with the upper-crust... has several arrests for drunk and disorderly, assault and battery, a couple of DUI's in Pennsylvania, New York, Florida and California...he paid stiff fines and charges were dismissed...HE got at least three women pregnant in the last decade....All had abortions...and all three girls were compensated by his family's attorneys..." I said.

"Must be nice...Havin that kind of dough.."said Kylie.

"But look at this...Credit card purchases in May for a Body Bag from his father's company....Another purchase in July for two body bags....and a purchase in December for another body bag.....and look...a purchase of one last bag , three weeks ago, right around the time Polly Hamilton vanished......"I said.

"Look Nate...the serial numbers we found on the body bags match the purchases......This is him....This is our guy...And look..Apparently ,he has purchased one more body bag!" said Kylie excitedly....

"That cement company is right across the street from the Plastic company......Very easy for him to get cement cinder black..."I said.

"This is all a little circumstantial ,but it's enough...I'll get a warrant for that loft..." said Lt. Cotton.



III-

A tall, well tanned white man in his mid 40's walked into the bar...He took one look at Monica and nearly fainted...He motioned her over to him...

"Hellllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooo Baby!" he said...

He reaked of alcohol...

"Hello." said Monica..

"Michelle right?" he said..

"Yes..." she said.

"Let's go in one of the private booths..." he said..His eyes were nearly coming out of their sockets...His trousers were standing out like a circus tent...

"You're not going to buy me a drink first?" asked Monica..

"Of course..." he said.

He ordered several drinks...

They sat at a booth and quaffed down the drinks...

"I was looking for you....I haven't seen you in about a week..." he said.

''Yes...I had stopped dancing..." said Monica..

"You uh took a little break huh?" he said..

Monica could hear his thoughts...They were very salacious...and it was obvious he wanted more than just a lap dance...He wanted sex.....He was very horny...

"I was going to quit this business...three of my friends have vanished...Girls are talking about some freak killing girls...I have to admit..I was afraid.." said Monica.

"Uh...No need to be afraid....I'm sure it's nothing." he said.

Monica could sense and feel his uneasiness and a quick scan of his mind showed horrific scenes of him strangling girls and stuffing them in body bags and weighting them down late at night and dropping them in the water....

She had found the killer...She had to play it cool....

After they finished the drinks..They went in one of the booths...She kept her cool...She gyrated on him and he breathed heavily...He was good and hard...

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...ohhhh baby you are soooo sexy.....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ho ho ho hooooooooooooooooooooooh.." he moaned...

She closed her eyes and tried to think of something else...

He smelled like alcohol and sweat and his breath was so bad, she was about to collapse....

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph...Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." he moaned...
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm about to blow my load......LAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" he cried out and came like a river in his pants......

She could feel the wetness on her legs....He held her tightly and began to shake...

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! she thought...Now she knew why the girls called him "Wet Johnny."

"Uh ...Oh...I-I appear to uh have gotten a little too excited..." he said and gave her $100.00, which was $40.00 more than the initial $60.00 charge.

"Thank You.." she said and got up...

He grabbed her arm...

"I want to be with you...Tonight..!!!" he said.

"I think you've already been with me.." said Monica..She looked at the wet stain down the leg of his trousers....She wanted to giggle ,but she didn't..

He wouldn't let go of her arm...

" No...NO...I want to put it in you...For real...." he said.

"I don't date." she said.

"$2500.00 says you will." he said..

"I don't date sir.....I'm married..." said Monica showing him her wedding band...

"I don't care...You're in here grinding on men for money..." he said angrilly...

"$3000.00..." he said.

"You don't give up do you?" said Monica..

"I have to have you...I've been wanting you since I first saw you in here a few weeks ago,...I couldn't get your attention...

"Well ,I don't date...I just dance..." said Monica..

"You're going to turn down $3000.00?" he said.

"$3000.00, Hmmmmmmmmmm...Let me see your money.." she said.

He pulled out $1500.00 and gave it to her...

"That's half.....You get the other half after we sleep together..." he said..He was getting angry...

"You're funny....I don't think so....$3000.00 up front or you don't get inside these panties..."said Monica..

He grabbed her arm, She pushed his arm away...

 "You're a little tease aren't you?" he said...

"Goodbye.." she said and walked out....

He stomped his foot...and stormed out of the bar...

Tillie looked at Monica..

"He didn't look too happy.." she said.

"He came in his pants...wet my leg up...." said Monica.

Tillie laughed...

"That's him.....Wet Johnny.." she laughed..She passed Monica a wet cloth....

"He wanted a date...I said no...He offered $2500.000 ,I said no...He offered $3000.00 ,I asked him to show me the money...He showed me $1500.00 ,I said no deal, $3000.00 up front or no love...He stormed out.....Which is what I wanted him to do..." she said.

"Your smartphone is ringing..." said Tillie..laughing...She liked Monica, even if she was a cop...She thought and acted like someone who had grown up in the hood...

Monica smiled..

"It's him..He left a text..... "I have $3000.00, I had to go out to my car to get it..Meet me down the block.." he said...

IV-

Using the warrant, Kylie, Lt.Cotton and I and 10 uniformed police officers raided the loft of one John French....

He wasn't home...

" Search this place thoroughly...." said Lt. Cotton...

Upon entering his bedroom our search had ended...

"Guys...come here...look..." I said..

Next to his computer was photos...Not only of the five dead girls, but of more...All clad in panties and bras..or nude...Some of the girls were engaged in oral sex with him....others were photographed selfie style...but the most bizzare photos was of three of our five girls...photographed in death...

"Oh My god!!!....There is a stack of these photos....We are going to have to check to see if any other girls are missing and if they're in this pile...." said Kylie...

"There is a shredder...He was getting rid of evidence....This is our guy..." said Lt. Cotton....

"Oh My God...Mo-Mo..." I said.

"Go Get her Nate....Kylie..you and these guys...get this stuff packed up, bagged and tagged..." said Lt. Cotton..

And back at the Strip Club-

"Monica please be careful." said a worried Tillie..

It had been an hour....Monica hadn't left...She wanted to give the impression that she was working...

"I'm good...He's playing right into my hands....I'll be fine..." said Monica..

"You want me to call the police?" asked Tillie..

"I AM THE POLICE TILLIE!" said Monica..

"Oh yeah, right!" said Tillie as Monica walked out...She was crisping twenties and tens..Playing the Exotic Dancer to the hilt..She slipped the money in her small purse..

She was greeted by whistles..and cat calls by the guys hanging around on the street corner..

"Dayyyummmm!"

"Dayyyummmmmm baby!  Whooooo, how much for a night with you?"

She laughed and walked down the street...

A white car followed her slowly...She walked  four blocks down...When she went to cross the street, the car blocked her path...

"Get in the car!" came the voice of John...

"You got the money?" she asked..

"GET IN THE GOTDAMN CAR!  I AINT ASKIN...." came the voice...

"Ouuuuu no you didn't....You didn't talk to me like that...Money Honey or no lovin" said Monica..

 "GET IN THE GOTDAMN CAR! "he snarled...

Now he was beyond angry....He grabbed her arms in a vice lock grip...and put his other powerful hand on her neck...

He felt a cold steel nozzle of my glock nine on his neck...

"Take your hands off of her Johnny!!!!....You're under arrest..." I said.

He looked around and four plain clothes cops...one man and three women had guns aimed at him...He let go of Monica...

He laughed..

"You apparently don't know who I am..." he said quietly...

"Save that ,you freak...I know all about you John French Jr.. More than I want to know...You're under arrest for five counts of first degree murder...Now get out that car..." I growled...

Monica pulled him out of the car and slapped handcuffs on him...

He looked surprised..

"You????...You're a cop?" he asked.

"Uh huh and that's my husband....and my partner...I told you I was married." she said.

He looked at me...

"You're too sexy to be a cop..." he said.


"My husband tells me that every night..." she laughed...


"Damn...He's a lucky guy...he gets to sleep with you..." he said and smiled..

"Officer, get this dreck out of my sight..." I said...

I tossed Monica a duffle bag...

"I uh thought you might want this..." I said.

She looked in the bag and smiled...I had brought her a dress...I figured she wouldn't want to go downtown dressed like a stripper...

"Thank you baby....You always look out for me.." she said and planted a nice wet kiss on my lips..

"I love you bae...Let me change my clothes..." she said... She ducked into the ladies room in the bar and changed her clothes...

A few minutes later....Monica took me back in the bar...

"Hi Tillie...We got him....And I'm 100 percent sure he's the freak that's been killing the girls...He won't kill anybody ever again.." said Monica.

"WOW...You sure look different in street clothes..." said Tillie..

"Tillie , this is my husband and my partner...Detective Nate Nellis." said Monica.

"Pleased to meet you.." I said.

"He's cute Monica....You're a lucky man Nate...You have a gorgeous wife...She could have made a lot of money working here.." joked Tillie...

"I know....and I know.." I laughed..

"Thank you Tillie, for all your help...Here's my card...It's what we call a "Get out of jail free card"  Any problems under a felony, you give me a call." said Monica..

"Thank you Monica..." said Tillie.

"Thank You Tillie." said Monica as she and I walked off into the night...

"We got him babes." I said silently...

"Yes we did..." she said softly....and then hugged me... "And I got you." she said..

"Always bae!..." I said.

EPILOUGE-

John French Jr. was tried and convicted of five counts of first degree murder and sentenced to five life sentences without the possibility of parole...

He confessed to another murder we didn't know about...The maid in a South Jersey Motor Lodge , who went missing in 2038......He led police to the body....

He was tried and convicted in New Jersey and also sentenced to life without the possibility of parole.. He is currently in the Pennsylvania Diagnostic Center for the Criminally Insane.. His family completely disowned him and does not talk about him or visit him!

We enjoyed drinks at Zig's spot ...

"Thank you guys for catching that freak, John French Jr.... I was getting a little nervous myself.." said Ziggy...

 "He was a frightening charactor.." said Monica.

"He had too much money and too much time on his hands.." I said.

"Yeah, it brought the freak out in him." said Kylie..

"What a disgusting man...I heard they called him "Wet Johnny" because he...he..." said Monique..

"It's true Sis...He couldn't control himself...I sat on his lap for five minutes and he exploded..." said Monica..

 "Ewwwwwww." said Monique..

"Oh My God..."said Kylie ,laughing...

"Oh stop...You mean to tell me that none of you girls have ever gotten a guy over excited ?/" asked Lt. Cotton..

Monique smiled..

"Do you really want us to answer that ? And have any of you guys ever gotten over excited?" she asked..

"You know this is great weather we've been having." I said.

"Indeed ,great weather for this time of year." said Lt. Cotton..

Monica, Kylie and Zig all busted out laughing....


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