1952 HOT DAMES ON COLD SLABS by MICHAEL STORME Paperback Pulp Thriller

Description: Has some staple rust as seen in the last 2 photos. Otherwise in Excellent condition. 128 pages HOT DAMES ON COLD SLABS by MICHAEL STORME [Edited by Lewis Thompson) LEISURE LIBRARY, INC. New York ----------- 2 ----------- AUTHOR OF UNLUCKY VIRGIN MAKE MINE A SHROUD MAKE MINE A HARLOT To Cathy and Lisle who like to go adventuring with me. COPYRIGET ----------- 3 ----------- CHAPTER ONE THE THREE dames, bags in hand, gazed up at the worn sign over the doorway. One of them giggled. "Harrow Hotel," she sneered. "Well, that kinda sounds right for us. Harrow for the harrowed!" Gloria Manning, the tallest of the three, and who was accepted "leader" due to it being her idea for the three of them to get away from the small and unexciting Mundane Town to the BIG CITY, pushed at the revolving doors, and the oil-hungry hinges screeched protestingly. She stepped through into the hall, her companions following close like ladies-in-waiting. Behind the reception desk a thin-faced clerk took time out to raise bleary eyes. Then he straightened, let his eyes go "pop." Three of 'em! Maybe customers." "Jeeze, dames. He stopped picking his nose; thoughtfully wiping a clot of moisture from his finger onto his right sleeve. He tried to smile, but his mouth did little more than drop open. Discolored teeth popped out like Jack-in-a-boxes. Gloria digested the expression of the clerk and then stepped closer to the desk. Satisfied that she was close enough she struck a pose that made her high-and-firm breasts swell excitingly near the top of her Hungarian-style blouse, the neck of which she 5 ----------- 4 ----------- HOT DAMES ON COLD SLABS THREE HOT DAMES from a Middle Western tank-town head for the Big City to find rich husbands they'd heard grew there on trees. With little or no money they hitch-hiked into Chicago, and got a ride from a trucker who thought any dame was his for the asking. One night in the cheap hotel in which they registered was enough. They moved on to more worldly spheres and soon found that the guys in Chicago were just as human as those back home-that is they wanted the same things from a dame. Almost in a single evening they had "arrived," that is they had each met a man will- ing and able to keep them in a style far beyond any- thing they were used to. What they didn't know was that they had to pay for what they got. Nothing is free and the rougher and tougher the man the higher the fee that must be paid. They wanted and found dough, but the price was steep. Just how steep is the theme of HOT DAMES and it makes terrific reading right from the beginning to the end where the hot dames cool off on the cold marble slabs of the morgue. They had tried to take Chicago, but it was Chicago that took them. Leisure Library, Inc. ----------- 5 ----------- 128 HOT DAMES ON COLD SLABS Mandran wasn't quite smart enough. He snapped a shot for Devine's head, missed. Then he was enroute for hell so quick he probably passed Leery and Moffin on the way. Devine blew into the end of his gun, and said: "Them guys won't talk. Now, that's a pity." After that he rode back to town with the bodies and dropped them at the morgue. He hadta practically get in line there was such a lot of business. Lotsa cops were all talking at the same time and making a helluva din. Devine forced his way into the slab-room. He got quite a lot to look at. The first corpse he stared at he recognized as Martin Lom- bard, then recognized Romano. Carmot he knew, the guy who had been driving Martin's car he didn't know and the three dames never seen 'em before. They looked like they'd been hot dames. That was a laugh, at any rate. They'd been hot now they was stone cold on even colder slabs. Yeah, Hot Dames on Cold Slabs! Maybe there'd be an interesting story if he checked up on what the dames had been doin' in Chicago. He got intrigued, spent several days rounding up information. He learned at lot. That's how this story got written, 'cause Devine told it to me. "Storme," he said, when he was telling me what to write.. "It happened just like judgment. The Frieda dame. She drives a hack she ain't familiar with, and she drives right over a cliff. Silvia, and that guy Carstairs, they were on the run from the T-men. They threw a skid straight in front of Ro- mano's car as it was escaping from Lombard, the guy chasing him. Boy, they all got spread out like farm butter on a french roll. Lombard's driver sure tried some fancy driving, but he made a mistake when he turned off the highway to avoid Romano's heap, 'cause he swept off Lake Shore and hurtled down to bury himself and his companions in the sands. "Then they all got transported to the slabs. I'm telling you, Storme, I never seen the morgue so full since the Valentine Day massacre. " He sure had said something. Even a guy called Nick Cranley who has a reputation for making morgues "overworked" couldna beat that night's record. By the way, Nick Cranley has another adventure coming up soon. Look out for it. It's called "Curtains for Carla." It sure is a hot number! So long, kind readers. THE END

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