New Ink Pitt--Seeker of Specters pt. 5 of 6: “Bingo Hall Investigation”
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| Blacktoes & Sunny Big Breasts |
Trodemus, Belinda, and the camera crew for TRODEMUS: SEEKER OF SPECTERS entered Chief Blacktoes’ bingo hall, located within the same townhouse-style duplex as the Psychic Parlor of Doom. Bright lights and all sorts of mechanical sounds bombarded their senses. A look around revealed that the bingo hall had become a full-blown Las Vegas-style casino! There were 3 walls of slot machines surrounding several tables for blackjack, craps, and roulette. In the back, barely visible behind all the bright light, was Blacktoes’ wife, Sunny Big Breasts, pole dancing for some happy customers!
BELINDA--TRODEMUS’ ASSISTANT AND GIRLFRIEND
“My Troddie is all mad because he thinks Blacktoes had something to do with the haunting, but all I wanna do is go play the slots!”
“Bah! Blacktoes has improved his business! He finally learned that senior citizen Bingo night doesn’t pay the bills! Yet, all this costs much to acquire. Is it somehow at the expense of Trodemus? Where is Blacktoes? I demand to see him, now!!”
Trodemus was met by some vest-wearing bouncers who threatened to throw him out if he continued to demand things. Before things could escalate, Blacktoes came from the back to greet Trodemus. On his arm was his half-dressed stripper wife, Sunny Big Breasts!
“Trodemus! Welcome to Chief Blacktoes’ Casino! Are you here to try your fortune?”
Trodemus frowned. “Try my fortune?’ I’m a fortune TELLER! I don’t have to TRY at all! I have seen the future, and I know what is to come! What I didn’t see however, is the YOU are the cause of this “haunting” of Doom!
Blacktoes looked puzzled. “Trodemus. Of what do you speak? I know nothing of this “haunting.” The Indian spirits of my ancestors are at rest. There is nothing supernatural here…unless you caused it!”
“Bah! The Seeker of Specters demands that you admit the truth…that you are the one behind the “ghost” and the moving objects! Confess that you wish to see the profits of Doom shrivel and fade so that you can add the psychic parlor to your casino!”
“Yeah! Admit it, Blacktoes!” Belinda stood next to Trodemus, with her hands on her hips and her breasts shoved forward beneath the prison of her tight corset. “And who are you looking at, Pocahontas?” Belinda cut her eyes at Sunny.
“Belinda, Trodemus, what my husband says is true.” Sunny covered the bra and panties she was wearing with a blanket. “We’ve been here at the casino ever since our return from Peepers’ Whitespace, working on our business. Surely you’ve seen the constant traffic of customers to the casino?”
“Bah! Trodemus does not believe it! The Seeker of Specters thinks this casino would be the perfect front to hide the evidence of your manufactured ‘haunting!’ So tell us, Blacktoes, where did you hide your ghost?”
Suddenly, the casino went dark as the slot machines stopped working and the lights went out. Trodemus asked Blacktoes if he forgot to pay the power bill. Before he could answer, the white-sheeted ghost appeared in the air above them, visible to all! The camera crew tried to film it, but it quickly darted away towards the door! Trodemus and company ran outside after it, and saw it on the doorstep of the Psychic Parlor of Doom! They chased it inside, but upon entering, they beheld a frightening sight! The lobby of the Psychic Parlor of Doom was now filled with not one, but DOZENS of ghosts!
NEXT: SEEKER OF SPECTRES pt. 6--The Library
WEDNESDAY, JULY 23, 2014
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