This is a work of fiction. You must be 18 or over to read this story. In real life, sex with ghosts often causes ectoplasmic discharge. This story is provided for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone any sexual activity with ghosts under 18 in real life.KitKat was arranging various personal knickknacks on her brand new desk of her brand new paranormal investigations business. Her dream of seeking out the paranormal... and investigating it had finally come true. The name plate on her desk was well polished and let everyone who looked at it know she was lead investigator. She moved the plate a little to the left, then to the right, then back to it's original position. She sat back waiting for her very first call to come in. But minutes turned into hours, then days without a single call. She occupied herself by sticking sharpened pencils into the ceiling above her. She passed out on her desk, and pencils fell from the ceiling onto her head. She had stuck a pencil up her left and right nostrils. Suddenly the phone rang waking KitKat up. She answered the phone with the pencils firmly lodged up her nostrils.
"CJ and KitKat's paranormal investigations! We'll believe anything you say if you pay us!"
She pulled the pencils out.
"Yes, sir, we're serious. Yes, we most certainly do investigate creepy old places."
She writes the information being given to her down.
"Oh, yes, absolutely! We can be there in just a couple of hours. We'll see you then!"
KitKat hangs up.
"We got one!"
KitKat slams her desk, not realizing there's no alarm button there.
"Oh, right, we don't have an alarm."
She puts an empty plastic cup on her desk.
"We got one!"
She smashes the plastic cup making a loud crushing plastic sound.
it was a couple of hours later and KitKat was outside of the building to be investigated. She was waving an EMF detector around in an attempt to make it look like she knew what she was doing. A car approached. It was a Delorean that had been tricked out to be an identical replica of the back to the future 2 time machine. The car stopped just a few feet from KitKat and the gull-wing door flew open. An insanely beautiful young blonde woman
stepped out. She was dressed in a screen accurate Ghost Busters jump suit with all the equipment. Her extremely expensive proton pack replica was already on her back.
"Never fear, I is here!" CJ said as she closed the gull-wing door of her Delorean.
"Did you just get back from Comic-Con, or is it Halloween and I forgot?"
"No, it's the fourth of July."
"It is?." KitKat said, genuinely perplexed.
Fireworks are exploding in the sky nearby.
The owner of the haunted property approached and noticed CJ.
"Thank god! The Ghost Busters are here!"
"We're ready to believe you." CJ said.
"Seriously? You're seriously gonna go with this?" KitKat asked.
CJ shrugged. The owner told them his story.
"I want to renovate this property, but I know it's haunted!"
"Work crews running, screaming?" KitKat asked.
"No, they refuse to leave! I had to call the police just to get them out."
"People don't usually refuse to leave a haunting." KitKat said as she took notes.
"This building used to be a house of ill repute."
CJ stood there with a puzzled look on her face, then she pulled her smartphone out of her pocket.
"He means it was a whore house." KitKat said.
"Oh! You mean this is where homeys got dey freak on, and bitches got paid?" CJ said.
"Please don't act black in front of the client."
"You have to help! No work is getting done! I'm losing hundreds of thousands of dollars!"
"I lost eighty grand helping her start a fucking paranormal investigation business." CJ said angrily.
"Please, I need your help!"
"We're here to help. Just leave it to us." KitKat said.
"Thank you! Thank you, Ghost Busters! Here are the keys to all the locked doors that lead to rooms where horrific Hooker murders occurred."
The property owner goes to his car and leaves.
Kitkat inspects the keys.
"Who ya gonna call?" CJ asked.
"Take that shit off!" KitKat demanded.
"Ok." CJ said completely dejected.
CJ Goes back to her car to remove her "shit".
To be continued.