"What's Your Case, Doll?" 

by littlemissjazz 

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Character Notes: A New York 1940s accent is recommended, BUT if you can't do a New York accent for your life, that's okay. Just have fun with it. :) 

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Scene Set-Up: You are sitting in a somewhat dark office in a small but well-known law firm in New York, NY. The hardwood floors to your office are polished, waxed & are the same cherrywood as your bookcases & the desk that sits in the middle of the room. You sit behind your desk, facing the two empty chairs across from you. Only a *** of coffee & some papers on the newest case face you. Behind you, there is a window that overlooks the city below. The skies are gray & ominous. The rain pitter-patters against the glass. It is a bleak, gloomy, rainy day. 

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***Script Starts Here 


{Narration: It was 1945 when I met her. It was raining just like today. There is always something about the city on days like these. Where the rain never stops tapping on your window like an ex-lover. And the smell of coffee becomes your alcohol. But that's a different story; truth is, the rain brings good stories. And this one’s a doozy.} 


{I met this girl while I was working on a case. This case in particular is one I’m still trying to crack. Story of a billionaire that got iced. Robert Petroski was his name. He was known for his business in the jewelry industry.} 


{He was murdered a week ago. Stabbed in the heart with a butcher knife the size of my arm. Found in his mansion across town. Can't really say I feel sorry for the guy; must've had it coming. Apparently, the man was known for beatin’ on his wives and drinkin’ too much. I wouldn’t figure anything less from a man with that kinda money.} 


{He had a wife; the fourth one. Apparently, she ran away and took all her things with her. She wasn’t there when her husband’s body was found. My guess is she did the deed, but it’s hard to pin it on the woman if you can’t find her. Word is she booked a flight, stole her husband’s diamonds, and left the state. No one’s seen her since. 


{I was workin’ on this case one rainy night at a bar last week when the woman who currently occupies my mind walked in. She came out of nowhere...like a thought in the middle of a boring conversation. A distraction I guess. But I paid her no mind and she noticed me ignoring her. This was the type of dame you just couldn’t ignore. As she walked over, every John in the place was locked on to her like a tracking missile. She hid her face under a low brim hat as she ordered a martini with three olives. She was poised and protective yet sensual.} 


{When I turned, we locked eyes at the same time. Despite the hat and the darkness of the bar, I could see her eyes. They were so bright and clear, filled with the sharpness of a cat. But they also seemed sad, like she was guarding something broken. It was like an electric shock struck me right at the moment our eyes locked.} 


{And then she smiled. Her red lips curled into one of mischief and trouble. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hard as a rock. I wanted to speak to her, but my mouth was full of cotton. Usually, I’m not too taken aback by dames, but this one...She was something else. When she left, she took my words with her. She left with fire on her heels and her glass half empty. When I went home, she haunted my dreams. I was completely enthralled by her memory and I couldn’t understand why. I thought I’d never see her again.}


{Until today...} 


[Sound of a knock on the door] 


Yes? [Door creaks open] Oh, hey, Barbara. Is my twelve o’clock here? [A pause] He canceled, huh? Not surprising. [A pause] *confused* A new appointment, huh? Who? 


[A pause] Hm. She doesn’t sound familiar… Whatever, send her in. I need to take a break from this damn billionaire murder case. Somethin’ tells me it’ll go cold. 


[Sound of a knock on the door] Yes, come in. 


[The door closes] Well…hello there. You didn’t sign up for an appointment, did you? Forgive me if I forgot. This week has been packed with appointments. [A pause] No? That’s strange. Well then…step into my office, ma’am. 


[Sound of footsteps] 


I apologize for the clutter. The janitor did most of the polish work on the floor, but I’m lackin’ when it comes to cleanliness, I’m afraid. 


[A pause] (chuckles) Well, thank you. The beauty point of this office is my impressive book collection. I’m a bit of a bookworm in case you couldn’t tell. 


Alright then. Let’s cut to the chase. Take a seat and don’t let your dress ride up on your way down. [Sound of footsteps] 


(chuckles) Hey, sorry for noticin’, but can you blame a man? That really is some dress you got on there, miss. Red is truly your color. Not just your dress, but your hair as well. It’s the perfect shade of auburn...almost like it isn’t real. 
And those diamond earrings really bring out your eyes. [A pause] You’re welcome. 


So...you’re here, which means you know about me and what I do. [A pause] So…let’s talk. 


[Sound of paper rustling & pen scribbling between dialogue] 


Why exactly are you here today? [A pause] You knew Robert Petroski, eh? Well, who didn’t? [A pause] You were a friend of his? So, you are aware of his murder, correct? 


[A pause] Let me ask you this, ma’am. Where were you when Mr. Petroski was murdered? He had just come home from a party so I am curious to see if you were there. [A pause] You were. Did you notice anything...suspicious maybe? Like anyone giving Pitroski shifty eyes, maybe someone following him and his wife around? 


[A pause] A man in a dark coat, hm? So you saw him at the party following Petroski and his wife around? Did he say anything to them? 


[A pause] Are there any other details you can give me other than the fact that he was in a dark coat? Maybe what he looked like, his height, size, etc.? 


[A pause] So where did you go after the party? And why didn’t you warn Piotroski and his wife about this suspicious character? And why did it take you a week to come in here and tell me all of this? 


[A pause] (snickers) You were scared, hm? Well, you certainly seem scared now. But not because of this man in a dark coat you speak of–but because I’ve uncovered your shit story. 


*sternly* Let me tell you somethin’, sweetheart. I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but I wasn’t born yesterday, alright? I’ve been doin’ this dance with chickens just like you for a long, long time. That is why I’m such a well-known detective. People come to me when they want shit done. But one thing you need to know about me, sweetheart, is that I know how to sniff out a shitty story. 


And yours belongs in the fuckin’ toilet, missy. So, you wanna hear my story? [A pause] You can shake your head all you want, honey, but I’ll still gonna tell you. 


So, my story is that you were at the same party as Petroski, but there was no man in a dark coat. There were no shifty eyes or stalking. You made it all up to hide your true story. 


You wanna know what I think? ...I think you know exactly who killed your friend. You know who stabbed him to death, stole his diamonds and then took off with his things before the cops could snag ‘em. 


And you know who was in that bar all those nights ago when I was working on this case. The night she ordered that martini with three olives. The night we locked eyes. It was a message. I know it was. 


You wanna know why? ...Because it’s you. 


You’re Petroski’s wife. You’re the one who killed him. You’re the girl who was at the bar the night I got the case. The one who sent me that drink. And you have the nerve to come in here in that awful wig, wearin' your dead husband’s diamonds. 


[A pause] (laughs) Oh, you wanna play dumb, huh? Then don’t mind if I get up...come around the back of your chair…. (grunts) and just take a lock of that red hair. Oh, you wanna get snippy, huh? (scoffs) Such pride for a murderer. Fine. Then YOU take it off. Let me see you. 


[A pause] I knew it. You were wearing a wig. You weren’t wearing it the first time we met. You wore a hat over your eyes...those beautiful eyes…those eyes that are hidin’ somethin’. 


You need to give me what good reason why I shouldn’t arrest your ass right now for murder and giving false information to a detective. I’ve got the cuffs right under my drawer, woman. Don’t try me. (scoffs in disgust) And those tears aren’t going to do much either. Just like that dress. 


What, you think I was just born yesterday? You come in here in those nylon stockings and that tight, little red dress that dips low enough to see the curve of those *******...and you expect me not to think you’re up to somethin’? I’ve been around the block before, honey. Don’t doubt me. 


So you ready to tell me the truth now, sweetheart? Now that you’re out of places to hide in? [A pause]No words, eh? (sighs) Jesus, stop crying already. Here, take a tissue. 


Wait, what are you doing? [A pause] Oh...damn, girl, who the hell gave you that black eye? And that bruise on your neck…Looks like someone might’ve choked you out. One of Petroski’s friends get to you or somethin’? 


[A pause] *mortified* Petroski did this? Okay, now you have to explain this to me. And no more lyin’ or it’s the slammer for you. 


*softly* Hey...hey, stop cryin’, alright? Come on, girl, please. I don’t do well with comfortin’ folks. Just take a breath and tell me what happened. 


[A pause] I see...So the motherfucker was beatin’ on you and you didn’t tell anyone because he threatened to leave you penniless. The night of the party, you found out he was cheatin’ on you, and the moment you both left, you packed up to leave him. He was drunk and already at his boiling point from too much alcohol so he grew violent with you. That explains the bruises. 


He tried to choke you so you grabbed the knife and stabbed him. When you realized he was dead, you panicked, packed your things, stole his diamonds, and left the scene. The night we met, you were at the bar because you knew I’d be there. 


But your story still doesn’t explain why you sent me that drink and how you knew I’d be there in the first place. [A pause] Oh…you’ve been watchin’ me, eh? Why? You plannin’ to kill me too? [A pause] *confused* You want me to help you? 


(laughs awkwardly) Look, toots, I appreciate the honesty and I’m sorry your husband was a violent asshole, but we’re talkin’ about murder here! I can’t just help you– [She kisses you] Mmph! 


*in a growly tone* Who the **** do you think you are, huh? Just kissin’ me like that outta nowhere? Is this your way of askin’ for my help still? 


[A pause] What’s in it for me? [A pause] You heard me. And no, I don’t want money or your deadbeat husband’s diamonds. I want somethin’ else from you. Somethin’ that I know you can give me. Somethin’ that I should’ve taken the night we locked eyes at the bar. Somethin’ that’s just underneath this sinful dress of yours. 


*whispers* I know what you really want for me. And I wanna give it to you. But you need to do everything that I say, understand? [A pause] *in a growly tone* I said. Do you….Understand? [A pause] Good girl. 


Now give me those fuckin’ lips. Get that red lipstick all over my fuckin’ mouth. 


[Kissing sounds between dialogue] You like me holdin’ you close like that? You feel my **** pressin’ up against you? Yeah? You know what to do with it, don’t you? ….Uh-uh, no, not yet, doll. Don’t be greedy. You want this ****? Then you need to do somethin’ for me. First, go and lock my door. 


[Sound of a door locking] Good girl. Now I’m gonna hit this record player here, take a seat and I want you to strip for me. I want you to move that luscious body and those curves of yours and slide your clothes off until you reach those nylons and those heels. Got it? ….Good. 


[Sound of music playing] Well? Go ahead, girl. The floor is all yours. 


That’s it, girl. Dance for me. Dance for me as you unzip that dress and let it fall to the floor. ****, why the **** must you be so damn gorgeous? 


[You undo your pants] (chuckles) Don’t mind me, baby. I’m just makin’ myself comfortable. These trousers have become quite uncomfortable on my hard ****, unfortunately. You like this? You like watchin’ me stroke my shaft while I watch you move for me? 


So far you’re doin’ quite well with makin’ me change my mind about arrestin’ you. Damn, girl, you’ve got some skills! But unfortunately, you’re gonna have to work a little bit harder. Speakin’ of hard...baby, I’m so hard that I could **** a hole in the wall. (laughs) Why don’t you come take care of it for me? 


Yes, that’s it. Get on your knees right in front of me. Go ahead and kiss it. Smear that red lipstick all over the head. Make that dick yours. [Moaning improv] You know what to do with it. So go ahead and do it. And don’t disappoint me. 


[Dirty talk & moaning improv as she blows you for a whie] 


Enough of this. If you go any further, I’ll cum down that pretty throat of yours. Stand up and sit up on my desk facin’ me. (chuckles) Such an obedient, pretty little thing, aren’t you? Takin’ orders from me. Funny; you seem like the type of dame who doesn’t take orders from any man. Perhaps that’s also why you iced your hubby? Can’t say I blame you. 


But we can save that business for later. My business right now lies between those legs of yours. Let me start by kissin’ up these legs. [Soft kissing sounds] Now spread ‘em. 


*in disbelief* Goddamn, you are soaked! Did it turn you on to dance for me, baby? (tuts) Naughty girl. But for puttin’ on such a good show for me, and suckin’ my **** so good, you deserve a reward. 


Let’s get these babies off you, shall we? My...you’re so pretty, sweetheart. Those lips are glistenin’. Well then...don’t mind if I do. [Cunnlingus improv] That’s it, sugar. Throw your head back. Grip my hair if you want to. I can take it. I like it a little rough. 


[More cunnlingus w/ moaning & dirty talk improv] 


Are you gonna cum, sugar? **** yes, do it! Cum all over my mouth! Don’t hold yourself back! Do it for me, gorgeous! 
[She finally climaxes] ****...you taste absolutely delicious. You came so much. I guess you really needed that, huh? Well, I needed it too. 


And now I need somethin’ else. (laughs) Ohh, noo, I’m not done with you yet, baby. You still have yet to change my mind. Now hop down and turn around facing my desk. Feel my hand caressing your back as I bend you over my desk. Mmm, that little moan…You really like this, don’t you? 


How about this? [Spank!] Oh, that little jump! You weren’t expecting that, were you? Mmm, but you like it though.

 
[Spank!] Was this your plan all along? You come in here wearin’ that damn dress and those stockings and those heels to get a rise out of me? [Spank!] Maybe to tease me? [Spank!] You didn’t just want my help, no. You wanted me. You wanted me to do this to you. [Spank!] To own you. [Spank!] To take you. [Spank!] Isn’t that right, sweetheart? [Spank!]


Such a good girl takin’ your punishment so well. You deserve a reward. [You sink inside of her] God, you are tight, baby! And so wet. Yes, take me. Take all of this **** into that gorgeous *****. 


[You begin to **** her against the desk] 


*in a growly tone* Stop squirmin’…I said stop squirimin’! [A pause] Alright…You wanna be a brat? Don’t fuckin’ move from that spot. 


[Sound of handcuffs] There. Now you can’t move at all. Now take all of this **** inside you like a good girl. 


You were just achin’ for this, weren’t you? You were just wishin’ I’d bend this ass over my desk, lift up this dress and **** the shit outta you, weren’t you, girl? That’s why you came in wearin’ those stockings with those sinful [Kiss.] red [Kiss.] lips. [Kiss.] 


I’m not usually the one for kissin’, baby. ‘Specially when it comes to fuckin’ somebody I don’t even know, but you…There’s something about you. And I don’t know what it is yet, but I know that I like it. 


[Moaning between dialogue] Pushin’ back onto me, hm? ****, darlin’! You’re really pushin’ my buttons here…Mmm, but I think you know that. You’re really workin’ hard for your freedom, but you’ve gotta work harder. Come on, clench that ***** around me. Take every inch of that dick.  


[Moaning & dirty talk improv as you continue to **** her] 


Is it really too much for you, baby? You want me to stop? (laughs) I can’t understand you, darlin’. You’re moanin’ too much. [A slight pause] You’re close? Good ‘cause I am too. I was holdin’ on for you, but…****, I can’t anymore. Where do you want it? 


[A pause] Inside of you? You sure? (moans in ecstasy) You’re clenchin’ around me so tight! You really want this, don’t you? Then work for it. Come on, work for my cum and work for your freedom, baby. Keep pushin’ back onto that dick. That’s it! Such a good girl! 


[Moaning & dirty talk improv as you continue to **** her faster] 


This is too much for me. This is really doin’ it for you too, isn’t it? You like the idea of bein’ controlled? [A pause] No? (laughs) Just by me? 


[Panting in between dialogue] ****, baby! You talkin’ like that has got me so close! Yes, cum with me. Don’t you dare hold back! Cum for me! Do it for me, darlin’! Take all of my cum! Take all of me! 


[Climax improv] 


[Heavy panting & sighing as you recuperate] Oh, ****…I feel so drained. Please…hold me. Hold me while I hold you. (sighs dreamily) Your arms feel so good around me. 


Sorry, I know that was a lot. I didn’t…hurt you, did I? ….You’re laughing. All of that really got you off? (laughs) ****, girl…you’re crazy. Here, let’s get you out of these cuffs. 


[A pause] Hm? You’re apologizing to me? For what? 


[A pause] *sternly* Hey, quit it with that, alright? I’m a detective, doll. It’s my job to help people, and you’re no different… Well, except for me bendin’ my clients over my desk and fuckin’ em. That doesn’t happen. (laughs) 


[A pause] No, I’m not gonna arrest you or throw you in the slammer. I never was. I’m gonna help and protect you as much as I can. I just wanted to know your story. I understand why you iced your husband. He would’ve killed you first if you didn’t. 


But from now on you can’t be lyin’ to me, alright? If you want me to help you get out of this, I need to trust you and know that you can trust me...Understand? [A pause] 


[Soft kissing sounds] You’re going to be alright. It’s okay….I’ve got you now.