AU Nancy
By DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction and contains material of a sexual nature that should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.  All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older.  All characters in this story are my own creation.  You can send any feedback to:

troi@hotmail.com

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[Author's Note:  This story has a few oddities that I feel I should explain.  It was written at  the request of someone who emailed me.  It's not normally something I do and no money was exchanged, so it's not really a commission.  The request just sparked enough interest that I came up with a plot (yes smut can have a plot) and it seemed to work out pretty well.  In a sense, it is a return to my original vision of Nancy as a private eye before I adapted her story a bit for Delta City.  That original version of Nancy had existed only in my mind and one lost story on a site whose name I have forgotten that no longer exists.  This story is not set in Delta City, though I suppose it could be if you wanted it to be since I deliberately never gave the city a name.  The character of James in this story represents the person who made the request, so essentially they wanted to be part of a Nancy story.  That was what made me a little leery of doing it, but like I said, it seemed to turn out ok.  The other odd thing is that I have included two endings which is not my normal wont.  There is both a "good" and "bad" ending.  If you have read my other stories, I always like to have good endings where the heroine prevails in the end , though generally after a number of mishaps.  I just can't get into the total enslavement and degradation endings.  What is really unusual about the "bad" ending is that it has almost nothing to do with Nancy, but with a bad ending for James.  Yes, the person making the request wanted a bad ending for himself.  I debated just leaving the good ending in, but decided it might make for interesting reading and comments to leave both endings in.  Authors really do appreciate comments you know …hint, hint.  Constructive criticism is always the best.  Is there some specific thing you liked or didn't like and why.]

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It was late afternoon and Nancy was on her thirty seventh game of Free Cell since lunch which said more than she liked about how busy she wasn't with work these days.  The economy wasn't doing well and when the economy wasn't doing well, one thing people cut back on was hiring private detectives.  Nancy didn't think that meant there were less cheating spouses, embezzlement and the many other things that normally brought clients to a private eye, just that people were finding what they perceived as better uses for their discretionary income such as rent or buying food.  Yes, she knew those items were not really discretionary, but no law said your thoughts couldn't be as ironic , as a song or book.  Nancy paused to glance at her watch, another two or three games, she calculated and she could pack up and go home for the day to aimlessly watch Netflix until bedtime.  That was bedtime alone and by her choice since she had booted her last useless boyfriend to the curb.  She had gotten tired of his obsession with titty fucks and trying to nag her into a threesome with another woman.  Maybe, she should stop and buy him a Get Well card on her way home, but that might be considered bad taste since the kicking had been literal as well as figurative.

Lost in these thoughts, Nancy looked up at the knock on her inner office door.  She was currently renting a set of small offices with an outer office for a secretary / receptionist and two inner offices for her and her non-existent partner.   The other office had belonged to Jacob Harley, her one time mentor.  Jacob had been a hard drinking, womanizing, tough son of a bitch who had been run down by a hit and run driver coming out of Mario's Bar late one night.  The driver hadn't stuck around and Nancy was more than half convinced it hadn't been an accident and was working on that when she could, though all her leads had dried up at the  moment.  The outer office was also vacant since with the way business was, Nancy simply couldn't afford to hire any help.  All that wool gathering explained why no one had been there to notify her of a potential client until he had nocked on her open inner office door.  He was young and not rich looking with his unkempt mop of dark hair, black leather jacket  and no name brand jeans, but maybe appearances were deceiving and this was some Silicon Valley billionaire whiz kid come to hire her at an outrageous fee.

"Can I help you? Nancy asked, using ALT TAB hurriedly to switch her computer screen from Free Cell to Microsoft Word and hoping the potential client hadn't noticed.

"Yeah, I'm looking for a private eye," said the young man.  "The sign on the outer door said ‘Nancy Jones, P.I. and said to just walk in."

"I'm Nancy," replied the blonde.  "Come in and have a seat," she said, gesturing to the slightly wobbly guest chair in front of her second hand desk.

"Thanks," said the young man, settling into the chair with a sigh and then looking slightly startled as it shifted a little under him.

Nancy winced and made a note to buy a new guest chair the next time she had some money to spare.  "Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked, trying to smooth things over a little.

"Yeah, I could use one," agreed the man.

Nancy got up and went to the battered filing cabinet on which the coffee maker rested and poured a cup into the cleanest mug she had.  Personally, she couldn't stand the taste of coffee, but most of her clients drank it and offering them refreshments helped to break the ice.  "Cream and sugar?" she called over her shoulder.

"One of each," requested the man.  His eyes were on the blonde and went a little wider when she bent over to get the cream and sugar from the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet where she kept them.  The action made the denim skirt she wore ride up a little and he caught a glimpse of her white, cotton panties.  Whoa, he told himself and the part between his legs that this was not the time or place for such thoughts.

"Here you go," said Nancy straightening up and apparently totally unaware of the brief glimpse she had given him.  "It's non-dairy creamer since I don't have a fridge.  I hope that's ok."

"It will be fine," replied the man as he took the coffee and tried not to notice the hint of cleavage he got when the blonde leaned down to give him the cup.

"Now, what can I do for you?" asked Nancy as she settled back into her own chair behind her desk.  "Maybe start with your name."

The man paused to take a sip of coffee and gather his thoughts, the coffee was a bit bitter and he wished he had asked for two sugars, but let it pass.  "My name is James McCall," he said.  "I work for, or rather I did work for Tasty Pizza.  I got fired about three hours ago and I've been walking around since then trying to decide what to do."

"I'm not sure I understand," replied Nancy.  "It sounds like you need an employment counsellor, or maybe a lawyer if it was wrongful dismissal, not a private eye."

"Oh, I don't think anyone would categorize it as wrongful," said James ruefully.  "I told the owner to go fuck himself at least three times.  That might have been the nicest thing I said to him too."

"Then I'm more confused than ever," confessed the buxom detective, "as to why you chose to come see me."

"It's about why I told the owner to go fuck himself," replied James after another sip of coffee.  "Er, could I have another sugar please?" he asked, telling himself it was the coffee and not just his desire to see more of the woman as she bent over.

"Sure," replied Nancy and went over to the cabinet and once more bent down to the bottom drawer.  James found it very hard not to stare at her chest when the blonde moved towards him to give him the packet of sweetener. 

James took the distraction of stirring in the new sugar to get himself back under control and focus on the important reason he had come.  "I think, no make that I am certain there is something hinky going on at Tasty Pizza.  I was doing deliveries and some of the places and people I was delivering too just were out of this world crazy."

"How so?" asked Nancy starting to get interested after her initial thoughts of this whole thing being a waste of her time.

"Places like what looked like deserted warehouses, pool halls where gangs hung out, the St. Francis club on Wellington and others."

"The St. Francis Club," echoed Nancy, now getting even more interested.  Most people weren't aware of it, but that so called ‘Gentlemen's Club'' was a front for the Mafia."

"Yeah, and I see you've heard the rumours about that place," replied James.  "I don't think the good saint would much approve of what types of things goes on in there.  From what I saw, strippers were the least of it."

"I certainly can't say I approve of that place, but even gangsters get hungry for pizza," remarked Nancy.

"I suppose that's true, but their order was always for an extra large #69 and we don't have any such thing on the menu.  The highest number is a#42 which has anchovies and pineapple on it."

"Yuck," said Nancy making a face.  "They have to be pretty disreputable to eat that."

"Anyway, I asked my boss Mr. Higgins, about the #69 order and he just laughed at me.  He asked if I was so naïve that I didn't know what a 69 was and if that was the case, he knew a nice young lady who would teach me for a hundred bucks."

"Charming fellow," commented Nancy, trying not to blush. As an image of the young man and some woman, no doubt a hooker, flashed through her mind.

"I let it go for a while then, but I kept a record of those deliveries after that," said James who had also blushed a bit.  "I kept it in a little notebook in my back pocket.  It must have fallen out somehow, because Higgins found it on the floor at the pizza place, or so he said.  He was really angry and grilling me about why I was keeping such a record."

"I take it that's when you told him to go perform a biological impossibility on himself," suggested Nancy.

"Yeah, that's about it," agreed James.  "I thought about going to the cops, but there are too many stories about the cops in this dump being corrupt and on the take.  I could have been spilling my guts to someone who would pass the info back to Higgins, or to others like those at the St. Francis Club."

"How do you know I won't?" asked Nancy.

James shrugged, "You helped a friend of mine.  Her name is Joy Michaels and she told me about you rescuing her and a couple of other runaways from a human trafficking ring."

"Oh yes, I remember Joy and the other girls," said Nancy and she coloured just a bit more.  She had been forced to go undercover as a prostitute on that case to try and track the girls down.  In the course of keeping her cover, she had been required to turn several tricks to prove her authenticity.  It hadn't been her proudest moment to say the least.  "How is Joy doing now?"

"Her step dad got ten years for the things he did to her and so now she is back living with her mother," said James.  "It's not all roses, but it's better than it was and a lot better than what it could have turned out without you.  Joy said that she was sure that someone who did the things you did to help her had to be straight, though she didn't want to specify what she had seen you do."

Thank goodness for that, Nancy thought as she remembered a certain blowjob she had given to one of the traffickers  in a dirty alley.  "Do you have any ideas, or suspicions about what the #69 orders are all about?" she asked to change the topic as much as for wanting the information.

"Beats me," replied James.  "I did look in the boxes and didn't see anything other than the pizza.  No drugs or anything like that.  I just am convinced it is something illegal and someone needs to look into it."

"I see," said Nancy, leaning back in her chair and regarding the young man closely.  "I hate to bring this up, but you don't exactly look like you are flush with cash and can afford to hire a private eye."

"I'm not," replied James with a downcast look.  "Delivering pizza is a pretty crummy job and I got fired even from that.  My life is a mess.  I dropped out of school and I don't have a girlfriend."

Nancy resisted the temptation to say something stupid like "that's hard to believe for a cute guy like you" since while it might be true, she didn't want to give the wrong impression.  The truth was though that while a little scruffy looking, James might not be so bad all cleaned up as it were.  "I just don't know if I have the time to take on another case right now," she said and ignored the little angel on her shoulder who chided her for lying and reminding her about the unending string of Free Cell games.

"Please," begged James.  "I know it could be dangerous, but I really think someone has to look into it.  Joy said you were really remarkable. And didn't take any crap from anyone!"

No, Nancy thought, that hadn't been what she had swallowed in that alley.  The blonde made the mistake of looking at those puppy dog eyes of the young man and was lost.  "Alright, I will look into it," she said with a sigh that made a button on her white blouse pop and display a lot more boob than she realized.

"Oh god, thank-you," said James and he wasn't sure if he was giving thanks for the detective taking the case, or for the glimpse of her tits the undone button afforded him.  "I don't know if this is a good idea or not, but I happen to know Tasty Pizza needs a new delivery driver," he said with a grin.

*

Mitchell Higgins was a pig  in Nancy's opinion and in more ways than one.  She had done a little bit of research  about Higgins and Tasty Pizza before going to apply for a job there.  Nancy had seen the rather tasteless ads for Tasty Pizza that featured a busty woman in a parody of a waitress's outfit
That most porn stars would be embarrassed to wear, but she hadn't realized just how fast Tasty Pizza was growing.  Tasty Pizza had started in the city and there were now four restaurants here plus seven more in neighboring cities in the state with plans to expand into at least three more states next year.  There was apparently money to be made in pizza and Mitchell Higgins was determined to get every penny he could and that started by paying his employees the least amount he could.

"Seven bucks an hour and you supply your own vehicle and gas," Higgins said from behind his desk clearly ogling her.  His gaze had only briefly raised from her chest to her face and then returned to breast level and stayed there.

"Eight bucks an hour," Nancy countered.  The money didn't really matter, but she figured it wouldn't look right if she didn't haggle a bit.  "With gas prices so high, I can't even break even at seven."

"Ok, eight bucks, but on one condition," said Higgins.

"What's that?" asked Nancy suspiciously.

Higgins got up from behind his desk and walked over to Nancy and undid another two buttons on her blouse.  "That you keep those buttons undone, so I can see your goodies better.  Do you want to try for nine bucks an hour?" he asked with a grin.

"Eight is fine," gritted Nancy with her best fake smile as she restrained the urge to kick the smirking asshole in the nuts.

"Too bad, but let me know if you ever want to change your mind or even go for ten bucks an hour," said Higgins as he gave Nancy a slap on the ass as she turned to leave his office.  That had been the total interview process, they hadn't asked for a resume or even if she had a valid driver's license.

"I see you got eight bucks an hour," smirked the high school kid running the cash register when he saw Nancy come out of the office and move towards him, his eyes fixed on the now abundant cleavage on display.

"Oh, and what did you do to get your job?" Nancy asked sweetly and saw the young guy blush.  Maybe she had scored a shot without realizing it.

"There's just one delivery," mumbled the kid as he handed her a pizza.  "It's a special order."

Nancy glanced at the slip attached to the box and saw with some surprise it was a #69 as she hadn't expected to encounter one of these mysterious pies so quickly.  "Horace at the Pussycat Club," she read the address.  "The strip club?  It's only one in the afternoon, are they even open."

The kid shrugged, "I think they are open 24/7 and 365.  Guys like to see tits no matter what time of day or year.  I bet, you could earn more money there if you wanted to," and he openly craned his neck to try and look down Nancy's top.

Nancy just rolled her eyes, took the pizza and left.  Her Honda Civic was parked down the block with James sitting in the shotgun seat.  He had insisted that he wanted to help her and so far Nancy hadn't been able to dissuade him.  It might actually be a good thing to have his help, she knew, but it took some getting used to as she had always worked alone since her partner's death.  What she had James doing was monitoring communications.  In the old days, you would wire someone up with a bulky tape recorder that any serious search would find instantly.  Now, you could put mics and cameras into just about anything and these were now fitted into the earrings and necklace that the blonde detective was wearing.

"Did it come through clearly?" Nancy asked as she got into the car and handed James the pizza to hold.

"Yeah, I could see and hear everything real good," James affirmed.  "I just checked the digital recorder and that's working fine too."

"Good, we might not be able to use secret recordings in court, depending on the lawyers, but the evidence it provides might be the thing that gets the DA to lay charges in the first place.  Then they can get search warrants and official wire taps to gather information."

"Makes sense," grunted James.  "Hey this is a #69.  That's amazing you got one on your first day."
 
"Yeah, lucky me," agreed Nancy.  "The Pussycat Club isn't my favourite place to visit and I know Horace Belton.  He's a pimp and probably a part owner of the club."

"Will that be a problem?" asked James anxiously.

"I don't think so," replied Nancy.  "He knows what the economy is like and my taking on a side hustle to pay the bills shouldn't be any surprise."

"If you say so," said James a bit dubiously.  "Do you want me to go in there with you?"

Nancy gave her head a shake as she put the car in gear and headed out of the Tasty Pizza lot for the Pussycat Club.  "That would look suspicious.  Your job is to monitor things from the car.  Don't come in trying to rescue me unless you hear gunshots."

"Ok," said James reluctantly and he settled back in his seat.  He had noticed the two extra undone buttons on Nancy's blouse and now as they drove, he kept sneaking looks at her cleavage.  He felt kind of guilty about doing that, but his eyes kept returning there over and over again as it was a mesmerizing sight.  If Nancy noticed his looking at her, she didn't say anything.

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"Well if it isn't my favourite PI and her girls," boomed Horace from a booth at the back of the Pussycat Club when he saw Nancy approaching with the pizza box.  Horace seemed to be trying to live up to the Hollywood stereotype of a pimp.  He was a large black man with a white suit and enough gold chains and other jewellery, including one diamond stud earring, to capitalize a Silicon Valley startup.   "Times must be bad if you are working on the side for Higgins.  The man is a pig."

"That's pretty rich coming from you Horace since you are a pimp and have your office in a strip club," countered Nancy.

"Yeah, but all my vices are out in the open," laughed Horace.  "Old Mitchell hides them behind a façade of semi respectability in his restaurants.  Why, I even heard he might run for city council next year."

"Just what we need," groaned Nancy.  "Anyway, here's your pizza, a #69."  Nancy deliberately used the number to see if there was any reaction from Horace, and saw a slight flicker of excitement in his eyes.  On the way over Nancy had carefully examined the box and found nothing special, nothing hidden.  If there was something in the pie itself, she couldn't tell without destroying it.

"You know you can always come work for me," said Horace with a lewd wink.  "You could earn me a lot of money with that body, either on the streets or on the stage."

"I've already declined that generous offer a dozen or more times," replied Nancy.

"And what would it take to get you to change your mind?" asked Horace with a huge grin.

"Nothing," said Nancy quickly and she held out her hand for the money for the pizza.  "By the way, what the hell is a #69 and don't give me any smarmy answers either.  Our menu which I memorized only goes up to 42."  Nancy knew she was taking a risk asking this question, but she didn't think Horace was bright enough to get suspicious.

"Curious eh?" asked Horace giving her twenty for the pizza.  "Keep the change as your tip.   Well, if you are curious enough I will tell you for a price."

"I don't like the sounds of that," replied Nancy on alert.

"Well, if you crawl under the table and use that pretty mouth of yours, I will let you have a piece to taste," smirked Horace.

Nancy hesitated and looked around to see if anyone was watching them, but the few customers at this time of day seemed more interested in their drinks or the black stripper on stage.  She wasn't sure this would tell her what she needed to know, but it might give her a clue if Horace let something slip in his lust.  Still, she didn't want to give in too easy or even Horace might get suspicious.  "I won't blow you for a lousy slice of pizza.  It will cost you a hundred bucks."

"Wow, times must be worse than I thought," chuckled Horace.  "Ok, you got a deal, but I get to see those tits too for that price."

"Deal," agreed Nancy as she took another quick look around and slipped under the table.  Only then did she remember James would be sitting in the car hearing and seeing everything she did. Well, she had caught him glancing at her breasts on the drive over, so she doubted he would really mind too much she thought as she undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse and let her 38G "guns" out.

"No bra," noted Horace looking down at Nancy crouched in front of him.  "That's kind of slutty isn't it?"

Nancy didn't reply as she knew any denial would be contradicted by her next actions as she undid Horace's belt then his button and pulled down his zipper.  I really shouldn't be doing this, the detective thought as she freed Horace's cock from his pants and held it in her hand inches from her face.  It was dribbling a clear precum and Nancy stuck out her tongue and lapped at it.  This brought a soft moan of pleasure from the pimp and encouraged by this and despite her misgivings, Nancy opened her mouth wide and took the head of the jet black cock between her lips.

"Damn, that feels nice," gasped Horace, "and that's coming from someone who has had a lot of girls go down on him.  You've got professional talent there Nancy."

Nancy blushed, but decided it was best to keep her mouth shut and not try and talk with a cock in her mouth.  What was she going to say anyway? There was that old trope about ‘how this wasn't what it looked like', but she knew exactly what it would look like to anyone who saw her as she swallowed Horace's black cock inch by inch. 

"having a good time sweetie?" asked a female voice.

A startled Nancy rolled her eyes up to see a waitress standing at the table bringing Horace a drink and staring down intently at her as she bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock.

"This here is Nancy, one of my best girls," said Horace to the waitress.

"Mmm, she looks hot and talented," said the waitress with a name tag identifying her improbably as Candy.  "Does she do girls too?"

"Sure does, laughed Horace as Nancy shot him a glare.

"Well here's my number honey," said Candy writing something on a napkin and leaving it on the table   "I got to get back to work, but that is one sexy sight."

Nancy couldn't recall anything more humiliating, but she continued to slobber and suck on Horace's cock like the prostitute he had claimed she was.  Ok, she had taken money for this blowjob, but only as part of her case she tried to tell herself.  Self deception can be a useful tool a little part of her brain snickered.

"Oh fuck yes, you are a talented little white cocksucker," gasped Horace as Nancy kept slurping on his large member.  "You are going to make me blow my load real soon now."

"mmmmmh," is all the blonde detective could manage with her mouth stuffed full of cock and then she hears Horace give a louder moan and a second later her mouth is filled with warm, thick goo.

"Swallow it all Nancy," gasped Horace, "you don't want a mess on your face or on the floor."

The blonde private eye gulped and swallowed several mouthfuls until Horace was drained.  
Nancy scrambled out from under the table and  buttoned up her blouse.  She reached down to take a piece of pizza and  saw  a look of panic in Horace's eyes and then he relaxed as she bit into it.  Now that is interesting, thought Nancy, there is something about the pizza, but not the pizza itself since this is really just a #23 with Canadian bacon.  Horace was worried about which piece I picked, so something is being hidden in the special pizzas, something illegal no doubt.

"Well, that was fun, but I have to get back to work," said Nancy as she turned to head out the door.

"Don't forget Candy's number," snicker Horace as he handed Nancy the napkin, "and don't forget my standing offer.  You just turned one trick girl, so don't be so stuck up."  Nancy gave Horace the middle finger and left.

*

"How did it go in there?" asked James when Nancy got back into the Honda.  "Did you learn anything useful?"

Nancy glanced at the young man in the black leather jacket a bit startled.  "Er, weren't you listening in? she asked blushing.

"Nah, it sounded boring, so I turned on the radio and listened to some music," replied James casually.

Nancy glanced down at the tent in the man's pants and didn't believe a word of that, but if he was too polite to mention her rather slutty method for getting information then she sure as hell wasn't either.  It had been a snap decision on her part and one she regretted a bit, but at the time it had seemed necessary.  "I better get back to Tasty Pizza and see if there are any more orders," she said.  "I am sure they are hiding something in the pizza, but I don't know what and I don't know how to find out yet without tipping them off that we suspect something."

James nodded and didn't say much on the way back to the restaurant.  It had been acutely embarrassing to listen to what Nancy had done in the strip club with Horace, but it had also been rather stimulating.  He wasn't sure how to reconcile those two feelings.

*

The next several deliveries were routine ones with James having to hunch down out of sight every time they went back to Tasty Pizza in case Higgins was watching.  Once when Nancy was there at the counter picking up an order, Higgins walked up behind her and began to grind what was obviously an erection into Nancy's ass, dry humping her.

"Just say the word, and you can have the beast in your pussy," whispered Higgins.

"That's awfully sweet of you," lied Nancy with her best fake smile, "but I have to make these deliveries before the pizza gets cold.

"How about I jizz all over a piece of pizza and you can eat it?" suggested Higgins with a grin.

Obviously no one had ever told this moron about the illegality of sexual harassment and he must have thought the #metoo movement was for putting up your hand and requesting more porridge.  "Another delightful idea, we'll work on that," Nancy said and managed to extricate herself from between Higgins and the counter and get to the door and her car.

"Now you know why I told him to fuck off," said James when she got back in the car.

"Ah, you were listening that time were you?" replied Nancy with a smile.

The last order in that batch was to a swankier part of the city, past iron gates and up a tree lined driveway to what could only be described as a mansion.  "I wouldn't have thought people living in a place like this would ever be ordering from Tasty Pizza," remarked Nancy as they pulled up in front of the house.

"Oh, I've delivered here quite a few times," said James looking around.  He had been lost in his thoughts, trying to think of some way he could repay Nancy for helping him.  He had heard every word and every lewd sound in the Pussycat Club and felt bad that the blonde had degraded herself to do something so disgusting.  Of course, if it was so disgusting, he asked himself, why did it have the effect it did on me?  "There is a nice old lady who lives here and I guess she likes Tasty Pizza for reasons I can't figure.  Personally, I think carboard covered in fake cheese would taste better."

"I thought that was what Tasty Pizza was," joked Nancy as she got out of the car and went up the many marbled steps to the large oak front door where she rang the doorbell.

The door swung open a few seconds later and Nancy found herself gaping at a busty, naked,  red haired woman.   Well, she's a natural redhead, thought Nancy as she glanced down and saw the red muff.  "Pizza delivery," said Nancy, probably unnecessarily as she was holding the large flat box in front of her.

"Eek!" said the woman, clearly as startled as Nancy had been.  "Oh god, I'm so sorry," apologized the woman, "but um all the times previously that I ordered from that place, there was this cute, young, delivery boy and …," she trailed off embarrassed.

"Er, he got fired, I'm afraid," replied Nancy.  

"That's a shame," said the woman and then gave her head a shake.  "Um, please come in and let me find my purse.  I was always going to pay for the pizza, I was just going to give him a um big tip."

"So I see," smiled Nancy as she stepped into the foyer of the mansion.

The woman looked around vaguely as if wondering what she could find to cover herself with and seeing nothing, but the curtains that she would have had to rip down, she just shrugged and picked up her purse from the hall table.  "Here's an extra twenty for the embarrassment," she said giving the bills to Nancy.  She hesitated then, and before Nancy could move, the woman kissed the detective hard on the lips.  "You weren't what I was expecting love," but you are very beautiful.

"Um, you're not so bad yourself," managed the stunned Nancy.

"Why thank-you dear," smiled the woman and she took out a pen and a scrap of paper from her purse.  "Here's my phone number in case you ever want to come for a visit.  I live alone except for a few servants , so any time of day or night is fine."

Nancy gulped and took the paper and as she did so, the woman wrapped her arms around Nancy and drew her in for a longer kiss, her tongue slipping into Nancy's mouth.  "Yes, very beautiful," murmured the woman finally breaking the clinch and stepping back.  "If you see that young man who used to deliver to me, tell him I said hi and pass that along if you like."

"Will do," Nancy croaked out and hurried back to the car.  This time she didn't think James had been listening, because he just sat there looking a little bored.  "Mrs. Robinson says to say hello to you?" Nancy told him.

"Huh?  Who?" James asked looking confused.

"The ‘old' lady you mentioned who lives here," said Nancy.  "She's five years older than me at best."

"Oh, if you say so," replied James a little confused.  "I didn't know her name was Robinson."

"It's not, I was referring to 'The Graduate'," smirked Nancy,.  "She was all set to play the Maggie Smith role and you were to be Dustin Hoffman."

"I don't think I ever saw that movie," said James.

"She asked me to give you something," said Nancy turning to look at James.

"What?" James asked, even more confused than ever now.

"This," said the blonde with a mischievous smile and she leaned over and kissed the young man on the lips.  She didn't use her tongue like the redhead had done since she didn't want to cause him to have a heart attack, which he might have from the startled look on his face when she drew back.

"um, she sent that for me?" James finally squeaked out as Nancy turned back to the steering wheel and put the car in gear.

"Uh huh," agreed Nancy.  "I think she would be very happy to see you again some time."  Nancy paused and remembered the naked woman opening the door, "In fact I am certain of it."

"But, she kissed you?" asked a surprised James.

Nancy fished the paper the woman had given her out of her cleavage and put it into her purse next to Candy's.   The detective told herself she had absolutely no interest in women and those papers would never be needed, but she kept them anyway just in case.

*

"I was thinking," said James after a while.

"Look, I'm sorry about the kiss, I was just teasing you," said Nancy throwing him a quick look.  "You were sneaking peeks at my boobs after all."

"No, not about the kiss, but that was kind of nice," replied James and then he blushed and hurriedly went on.  "I was thinking about the pizza.  If you are right and Higgins is hiding something in the pizza, maybe we could x-ray it or something."

"Hmm, that's a good idea" said Nancy thoughtfully.  "Do you know anyone with an x-ray machine who would let us use it?"

"maybe," replied James after a moment.  "There is a guy I know that I went to school with and his older brother is a Dentist.  He is the kind of guy that would probably do it for a few bucks."

"Well, I did get a hundred from Horace and an extra twenty from Mrs. Robinson," reflected Nancy.  "Why don't you see if you can get in touch with him for the next time we get a #69 delivery."

*

It wasn't until the following day, late in the afternoon before they got another #69 run.  The timing was fortuitous as Doctor David Hu had just finished his last patient for the day and was free.  The dental office was even between Tasty Pizza and the Acme Novelty Shop where it was to be delivered which meant they wouldn't be delayed long and the pizza wouldn't get cold.

Dr. Hu as Nancy had expected from his name was a Chinese-American, about her own age or maybe a couple years older.  "Come on in," he said when they arrived at his place and hustled them into the back.  There was an Asian woman in a white uniform there, but Hu was quick to reassure Nancy and James.  "Don't worry, this is Carol, my cousin and she will keep her mouth shut."

"Alright," said Nancy  holding out the pizza.  "James told you what we wanted right?"

"Yeah, but we didn't settle on a price," replied Hu.

"How much do you want?" asked Nancy reaching into her purse.

"Well now that I've seen you, I have a new price in mind," replied Hu with a smile.

"Oh?" asked Nancy, not liking the look in the doctor's eyes.

"Yeah, I'll do it for a titty fuck," said Hu.

"Are you nuts, there is no way I will do that," snapped Nancy reflexively.

"And I won't let her do it either," growled James getting angry.

Hu shrugged, "It's a seller's market.  You want the x-ray and I know what I want in return."  The doctor looked down pointedly at Nancy's breasts.

"And what if I just beat the crap out of you?" suggested James, balling his fists.  Nancy had degraded herself  once already for his sake and he wasn't going to let it happen again.

"Then I call the cops and have you arrested for assault," replied Hu calmly.  "That will also put an end to your little investigation as well I suspect."

"Here, hold the pizza," said Nancy giving it to James and starting to undo the buttons on her blouse for the second time in the cause of the case.

"Nancy, you can't agree to this!" raged an appalled James.

"We don't have time to argue, or the pizza will get cold," replied Nancy.  "We've come this far, I don't want to turn back now."  As she spoke, the blonde detective took off her top and her large breasts were fully exposed to everyone in the room.

James blushed and looked away.

"Fuck, those are the biggest tits I ever saw," said Doctor Hu as he took one breast in each hand and squeezed them.  "I told you all white women are sluts Carol," grinned the doctor.

Carol glanced at Nancy's boobs and then took the pizza from James.  "I;; do the x-ray while you transact your business," she said cooly and went into another room.

"WE don't have a lot of time, so you better get your dick out and get to work," said Nancy to the doctor, trying to ignore James and his distress.

"Mmm, such an eager little whore," grinned Hu as he dropped his pants  and guided the topless Nancy to one of the dental chairs where he laid her back and climbed on top of her, placing his hard cock between her breasts.

James stood there not knowing what to do.  He didn't want to watch this and yet he did as Nancy wrapped her tits about the dentist's cock and he began to pump it back and forth in that soft valley.

"Oh fuck, this is great," moaned Dr. Hu.  "I've always had a fantasy about doing just this with a big titted white woman."

Racist much, thought Nancy as she stared at the Asian cock as it slid in and out of her cleavage, just brushing her chin on the upstroke.  I suppose that's fair though since all the porn sites I've seen have Asian as one of their fetishes.  It's kind of a sad commentary on the human race when you think about it.

These thoughts were abruptly washed away as with Dr. Hu's cock just a few inches from her face, it exploded sending a blast of warm cum over her nose and lips.  The grinning dentist then pulled back and deliberately aimed his spurting cock at Nancy's breasts, slathering them in his seed with three more large, sticky splatters.  Breathing hard, Hu just kept rubbing his slimy cock all over Nancy's hard nipples until with a sigh, he climbed off her.

"If you ever need any dental work, I'll do it for free for a shot at that pussy of yours," Dr. Hu said.

"I'll keep that in mind," muttered Nancy as she got up and looked around for something to help clean the cock slime off with.  The private eye heard a whimper from somewhere and looked over to see James with his eyes squeezed tightly shut, though it looked like that boner was going to rip a hole in his jeans any second now.  At that point, Carol came back in with the pizza, which she returned to James  with the developed x-ray on top of it.

"What a hot mess you are," exclaimed Carol when she saw Nancy's dripping form and she went to a cupboard and pulled out some handi-wipes.  "Here, let me help clean you up," she said and began wiping at the cum on Nancy's face and breasts.  "So much of it," she muttered and an astonished Nancy watched as she licked some of it off her breasts.

"Er, thanks, but I'm afraid we are in a bit of a hurry," said Nancy as she took the wipes and hurriedly cleaned herself off.  "Come on Mr. Spock," she told James and dragged him out of the office and back to her car.

"That was extremely horrible," said James as he settled into his seat once more, holding the pizza box.

"Yeah, I noticed your partner between your legs thought so too," said Nancy, but without any heat or rancor.

"It has a mind of its own," muttered James.

"Yeah, it was hard to miss what it was thinking about," agreed Nancy and then she opened her hand to examine the piece of paper that Carol had slipped her.

"What's that?" asked James curiously and glad to change the subject.

"Yet another phone number," sighed Nancy and added it to the collection in her purse.  
"Well, I hope we got something out of it besides the phone number and a face full of jiz," said Nancy as she headed for their destination, driving a little faster to make up for lost time.  "What does the x-ray show?"

James peered down at the film and frowned.  "I don't know much about these things," he complained.

"I'm not looking for a cancer diagnosis," replied Nancy.  "The pizza is all soft tissue and the x-ray should go right through it.  Look for anything that shouldn't be there."

"Oh right, yeah, there are three black lumps of some sort," reported James.

At a red light, Nancy stole a look at the x-ray.  "Those look like diamonds," she said or jewels of some type anyway.  "I wish we could cut open that pizza and take a look, but we've learned something pretty important from my little facial."

"I don't think I understand," replied James.  "What is this all about."

"I would guess a scheme to move money in the form of jewels around without being noticed," replied Nancy.  "Payments for drugs seems most likely.  Now that I think of it, Tasty Pizza is expanding to a lot of new locations and Higgins could be using them as a front to peddle drugs.  The diamonds are payment for the drugs.  I don't think Horace is into drugs, but he might be buying them for his girls or helping to facilitate transactions or something."

"So, now what?" asked James.

"We deliver this pizza and keep playing the game, so we can identify all the players," replied Nancy.  "This one is going to some kind of novelty shop, so I wonder how it fits into things.  At least it should be a simple in and out delivery."

*

"Did you ever deliver to this place?" Nancy asked James when they arrived at the Acme Novelty Company store.

James stirred from his thoughts of how unworthy he was of Nancy's help and wondering how he could ever repay her and stared at the store.  "Oh , this place.  Yeah, I was here a few times.  The guy who runs the place is named Victor and he's a lot like Higgins.  Maybe, I should go in there with you just to be safe."

Nancy shook her head.  "If Victor knows you then he might smell a rat if he sees you with me.  Stay here and monitor the communications."

"I really don't like having you do the kinds of things you've had to do so far on this case," protested James.  "Maybe it would have been better if I had just left the whole thing alone."

"Better for my dignity maybe," Nancy agreed, "but there is something bad going on here and it needs to be stopped.  Evil just keeps growing if people ignore it, so it's better to nip it in the bud so to speak."

James nodded unhappily and Nancy took the pizza from him and went into the store.  As soon as the blonde stepped inside, she realized just what kind of novelties the store sold.  Nancy had been expecting things like whoopie cushions, truck nuts and a lot of the drabble that one saw sold in infomercials on late night TV.  The first thing Nancy saw was a life sized cardboard cutout advertising a realistic looking sex doll that looked amazingly like Pam Anderson.  There was a word bubble for the figure like you saw in comics that said "Hey sugar, want to try out my tight, wet pussy?"

Looking around further, Nancy saw large sections in the  store for porn videos, magazines, sex toys and clothing.  It seemed to be her fate never to find a store that sold wholesome things like Elvis commemorative plates and baseball caps.  Nancy spotted the sales counter where a buxom black woman in a lemon yellow bikini presided over the cash register and made her way over to the woman.  "I have a pizza delivery for someone named Victor," she told Brenda, whose name tag was almost as big as the top it was pinned to.

"Lucky you," replied Brenda with a smile that didn't reach her eyes as those eyes flickered briefly on Nancy's chest before looking her directly in the face.  "Victor is the jerk over there in the red shirt and good luck lady."

Nancy arched an eyebrow to indicate her puzzlement, but Brenda declined to say anything more as just then a customer came to the counter and dropped a copy of that movie classic "Deepthroat This" on the glass surface.  For a brief second, both Nancy and Brenda stared down at the cover of the video which showed a blonde with huge tits struggling to swallow a truly massive cock.

"Looks like a great video," said the customer with a grin.

"It's a top seller," Brenda said and began to ring the sale up as Nancy walked across the store to where Victor had been pointed out.

"Hey, it's about time you got here," said Victor with a scowl when he saw Nancy approaching.

"The traffic was pretty heavy," explained Nancy.
 
Victor just grunted and flipped open the pizza box and studied the contents.  He gave another grunt, apparently satisfied that the pie hadn't been monkied with which made Nancy glad she hadn't given in to the temptation to dissect the pie.  "Looks ok," Victor allowed.  "Come into the back with me, my money is back there.  Nancy shrugged and followed the large, blonde haired man through a curtained doorway into a hall line with doors on either side.  Victor stopped, unlocked one and opened it before gesturing for Nancy to precede him.  "The light switch is on your right," he told her when the private eye hesitated at the doorway of the pitch black room.  Nancy fumbled for the switch and suddenly felt Victor give her a shove which sent her stumbling into the room.  Before she could get her balance and turn around, Nancy heard the door slam shut and lock.  Feeling around, Nancy found the light switch and flicked it on to see she was not in an office, but a small room with just a cot and a small wooden chest.

"Let me the hell out of here," Nancy demanded, pounding on the door that she unsurprisingly found was locked.

"I will in a while once you've earned it," said Victor's smug voice from a speaker that Nancy now saw located in one corner of the ceiling alongside some ominous looking cameras.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Nancy called back.

"I'm short a girl for a few hours since the dumb bitch said she had to go to the doctor," replied Victor.  "Luckily, I was talking to your boss Mitchell and he told me you would be glad to stand in for her."

"I didn't agree to any such damn thing," thundered Nancy.

"Your word against mine baby," smirked Victor.  "Now, all you have to do is entertain folks for a couple of hours and then off you go.  I'll even pay you the eight bucks an hour Mitchell would have paid you."

"And just what form does this so called entertainment take?" grated Nancy who decided it wasn't worth it to comment on the ridiculous payment offer.

"Nothing hands on, if that is what you are worried about," laughed Victor, "but you can have that too if you want.  I imagine someone with a body like yours has lots of wants and needs."

"Get on with it," snapped Nancy.

"Fine, be snitty about it," replied Victor.  "You just have to do what the paying customers ask.  That box has some, well let's call them accessories from the store to help you."

"Just where are these paying customers?" asked a genuinely puzzled Nancy looking around the barren, little room.

"I'm glad you asked that question.  Well, there are a handful in the store, in some of these other rooms," replied Victor, "but we are also going live to the Internet.  You will be famous.  Maybe some porn producer will see you and you can be the next Seka, or Jenna Jameson."

"I should be so lucky," muttered Nancy.

"Well, it all starts now," said Victor as he pressed a button.  A panel slid aside on the wall in the room Nancy was in and a large, flat screen TV appeared showing Nancy standing there.  At the same time, a screen lit up in the main part of the store, showing the same view. To attract customers

James, meanwhile, had been sitting in the car outside, waiting for Nancy to return.  He was so intent on his own thoughts about how bad his own life was, that he hadn't really been paying attention to the conversation Nancy was having with Victor.  There had been something about the pizza being late, Victor telling Nancy to come to the back to get the money and then he had sort of tuned out.  With a start, James realized he needed to be paying better attention in case Nancy needed him, but it was at that precise moment that Victor pressed his button and something in the activated electronics severely interfered with the transmission of Nancy's signal to the car.  Straining his ears, James could only make out the odd word here and there through the static as he strained to listen.

Nancy looked at the screen that had appeared and saw there was a small inset window at the bottom where text was appearing.

"I'll pay $50 if she takes her top off, so we can see her tits"

"There you go," laughed Victor, "the first request from your fans."

Nancy knew she could refuse to go along with this insanity, but if Victor and Higgins were such good buddies, it would likely get her fired from Tasty Pizza and she needed to keep that job to work on the case.  Of course, no one was actually paying her to work the case, though she knew James was hoping to find a way to do that.  On the third hand, there had been that little lecture of hers to him about it being the duty too rout out evil when you came across it and it would be pretty hypocritical for her to back out just because it was an affront to her dignity.  Well, her dignity had taken a couple of blows already with Horace and then Dr. Hu hadn't it?  Maybe it wasn't her dignity that was the problem, but her pride.  If she stayed true to her beliefs then no one could take her dignity away from her no matter what she was required to do.  Ok, fuck her pride, she decided and began to unbutton her blouse.

"I thought a slut like you couldn't resist showing off your body," snickered Victor.

Just keep laughing you bastard, thought Nancy as she undid the last button and her breasts popped out the opening, we will see who is still laughing when this is all over.  Nancy tossed her top onto the floor and looked defiantly at the screen.

"$100 if she plays with her tits and sucks on the nipples."

Oh yes, I am going to make Victor and Higgins pay for this, thought Nancy behind her best false smile as she started to squeeze and knead her firm, round boobs.

Out in the car, James was dithering about whether to go into the store or not.  Nancy had ordered him not to, but what if she was in trouble?  What if by going in he ruined the case and put Nancy in danger?  What should he do.  James was so caught up in his ruminations, he almost missed Victor coming out from the alley that ran to the back of the store.  James saw the man look around furtively and then spot the Honda and move towards it.  James just barely had time to duck down out of sight as he wondered what Victor was doing.  He didn't dare look, lest he be seen, but he listened intently and heard Victor doing something with the top of the car.  What the hell?  Then it hit James, there was a magnetically attached Tasty Pizza sign on top of the car that Higgins had given Nancy for her deliveries.  Victor was doing something with the sign, lifting it up from the sounds of it and then what?  Could he be putting something inside it?  It took all of James' patience and restraint to wait until the noise stopped and peeking carefully over the edge of the dash, he saw Victor returning down the alley to the back door of the store.  Cautiously, James slipped out of the car and lifted the edge of the sign.  He couldn't see anything and he returned to the inside of the car where he found a small penlight in the glove compartment and checked the sign again.  This time he could make out a small cardboard box that had been wedged into the undercarriage of the sign almost as if the sign had been designed that way, which it probably had he realized.

*

"$250 if she takes off her skirt and panties."

Nancy had known that was coming and did a minimum of mental grumbling as she removed the last of her clothes and let the camera and all those viewing see her shaved pussy.

"$300 if she does twirls to show us her ass too."

I'm not just going to kill Victor and Higgins, I am going to slowly dismember them, Nancy thought as she spun around several times slowly, pausing to let the camera get a good view of her shapely butt.  Odd, she thought I haven't heard any snide remarks from Victor for a few minutes.  He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to let an opportunity like this go to waste to degrade me with his razor sharp wit.

$500 if she fucks herself with a dildo."

Alright, after I dismember them, I will boil them in oil decided Nancy as she opened the box of "accessories" that Victor had supplied her with.  Well, at least they are all new in the packages, she thought as she looked at the toys.  I wouldn't want to have to fuck myself with a used dildo.

*

"Hey you guys, no wanking off in the main store," called Brenda from the sales counter to three customers who had taken out their cocks and were stroking them openly as they watched Nancy on the large viewscreen.  "You have to pay and go into one of the back rooms because the health inspectors don't like stepping in jizz puddles when they come to do n inspection."  The three men looked annoyed at having their masturbation interrupted, but they all rushed over to Brenda and bought tokens for the back rooms.  It would have been nice if they had put their cocks back in their pants before doing that, thought Brenda.  She had experienced a brief moment of  panic and lust mixed together when she saw three hard cocks bobbing up and down as their owners rushed towards her.  Dealing with the trio had momentarily distracted Brenda from the view on the screen and she gasped when she looked at it again.  Now that is fucking hot, she decided as she saw the busty, blonde pumping a huge purple dildo in and out of her pussy.

"Oh fuck, I am going to cum," gasped Nancy and only then did she realize she had spoken out loud as the pumping of the dildo in and out of her pussy had overwhelmed her reserves.  She had always been a squirter and as her juices gushed out visibly, this drew excited comments from her audience.

$750 if she licks the dildo clean."

Nancy was running out of ways to mentally murder and torture Victor and Higgins as she slid the piece of purple plastic and rubber into her mouth, tasting herself on it.

"$1000 if she sucks a real cock."

Almost immediately a small hole slid open in the wall and a hard cock poked through it and wiggled to get her attention.  Nancy bit back a sigh, dropped to her knees and with her huge melons swaying back and forth crawled towards it.  Her mouth opened and closed around the anonymous penis and she heard a loud moan of pleasure through the wall.

"I just knew you couldn't resist sucking a real man's cock," said Victor and Nancy knew then whose member she had in her mouth.  Maybe she could kill them, resurrect them with some satanic spell and then kill them again even more slowly the second time, she thought as she felt a splurt of precum hit her tongue.

*

"How did it go in there?" asks James when Nancy finally stomped back to the car and got behind the wheel.

"Let's just say Victor is not going to be on my Christmas list," retorts Nancy.

"Why not?" asked James curiously.

"He drinks too much and it makes his cum bitter," replied Nancy.

"You don't mean you …," James began appalled and stopped unsure how to complete that sentence in a tasteful and respectful manner.

"I would rather not talk about it," says Nancy.  "It wasn't exactly the proudest moment of my life."

James considered this in light of what already had happened with Horace and Dr. Hu, then gave his head a shake.  "Um, did Victor leave you for a while there?"

Nancy thought back, "Yes, there were a few minutes when he wasn't around and I wondered what had happened to him."

"I know," smirked James.  He saw the puzzled look on Nancy's face and went on, "He snuck out here through the back door and hid a package under the sign on the roof."

"Son of a bitch," Nancy snarled.  "Did you open it?"

"No, I thought it best to leave it there until you came out," replied James.

"Ten to one it's drugs," remarked Nancy.  "It's kind of ingenious.  The diamonds go out in pizza to pay for the drugs and they come back to Tasty Pizza hidden under the sign where no one would think to look.  Well, we can't risk looking here with Victor so close, let's go somewhere where we can examine that package and decide what to do next."  Before starting the car, however, Nancy put a piece of paper in her purse.

What was that?" asked James noticing her doing this.

"Brenda gave me her phone number," sighed Nancy.

*

"Why are we stopping here?" asked James as Nancy pulled into the small parking lot behind the building that contained her third floor office.

"I have an experimental device I got from a friend in the DEA," explained Nancy.  "It can scan that package that Victor planted in the sign without opening it and tell us if there are drugs in it and if so, what kind."  Getting out of the car, Nancy pried the package out of the sign and led the way up to her office.  Opening the outer office door, Nancy had to stoop to pick up a pile of mail which she sorted through as she walked towards her inner office.  "Junk, bill, bill, junk, junk, bill," she mused as she threw the junk into the wastebasket and put the bills under a paperweight on her desk without opening them.

"How does this thing work?" asked James curiously as Nancy pulled a box like device with an attached wand of some sort from a desk drawer.

"Damned if I know," admitted Nancy.  "I think maybe it is like an electronic version of the drug sniffing dogs.  Unless you wrap something really airtight, some molecules escape into the surrounding air and while humans can't detect them, the dogs and this thing can.  I've never had a chance to use it before," she went on as she flicked a switch and then frowned as nothing happened.

"Does it need to be plugged in or something?" asked James helpfully.

Nancy flipped the box over and saw a little battery compartment.  "It looks like it needs 4 AA batteries," she said after inspecting it.  "I don't suppose you have any in those jacket pockets do you?  By the way, I do like the jacket, it suits you."

"I found it in a thrift store and fell in love with it," replied James.  "Sorry, no batteries included though."

Nancy thought for a second and then reached back into her desk and pulled out a large black vibrator that she opened and took four AA batteries from.  The blonde saw James blush and hurriedly look away from the fake phallus.  "There was a guy who came by selling these things door to door like Avon," explained Nancy.  "I didn't want to buy one, but he insisted for some reason on giving me a free sample.  I think he was a little disappointed that I declined to test it in front of him like he wanted."

Nancy put the batteries into the drug tester and this time a green LED light came on and there was a series of three beeps.  "That seems to indicate it is ready to use," said Nancy as she waved the wand over the package.  There were a lot more beeps and Nancy frowned.  "I haven't a clue what that means," and she pulled a sheet of paper out of the same drawer she got the device from.  "Always read the manual last," she mused and scanned the paper.  "Oh, it can translate the beeps to text that can be sent to a smart phone."  The private eye hit a button on the box and then consulted her phone.  "Jackpot," she announced.  "Fentanyl, cocaine and ecstasy.  It looks like about half a million in illicit drugs in the package."

"So, now we can take all this to the police," suggested James, hoping that would prevent putting Nancy in any more risk.

"Not yet," disagreed Nancy.  "For starters, there is the distinct possibility that some cops are in on this whole thing.  Second, we haven't totally unravelled things."

"What are we missing?" asked a puzzled James.

"Well, we know the pizzas are used to hide the diamonds to pay for the drugs and how the drugs get to Tasty Pizza which presumably is the front to distribute them around the city and state, but not where the diamonds come from," pointed out Nancy.  "I would like to close that loop.  I am betting that the drugs are coming into the country via Acme Novelty's imports.  I imagine there are lots of places to hide drugs in things like dildos."

James did his best not to blush at the blonde's casual use of such a device.  It had been bad enough trying not to tent his pants when she had pulled out the vibrator and mentioned testing it out.  The images generated by his imagination were still trying to force their way into his consciousness.  This, he felt was being very unfair to this woman who had already done so much and suffered so much indignity on his behalf without any renumeration.  Once more he renewed his determination to try and find a way to pay her for her work.

"So, what we are going to do is put the package back in the sign," said Nancy.  "Higgins obviously retrieves the drugs from the sign since I store it there between shifts.  I want to get a few more #69 orders and try to nail this entire organization down before we bring the law in on it."

*

The next day brought a new development to the case.  Instead of a #69, Nancy was given a #96 to deliver.  "What the hell is a #96?" she asked Greg, the high school kid as he peered down the front of her top while a little bit of drool escaped the corner of his mouth.

"Another special," Greg said with a shrug.  "I think it has double the Canadian bacon, or something."

"A #96 is just like a #69, but more intense," said Mitchell Higgins coming up unexpectedly behind Nancy and cupping one of her breasts in each hand and giving them a squeeze.  Come into my office after the delivery and I will be glad to demonstrate the difference."  Before Nancy could pull away, the man undid another button on her top and pulled her breasts out into the open.  Greg goggled at them and Nancy suspected the kid had just cum in his pants from the look on his face."

"I didn't ask for the raise," pointed out Nancy as she twisted free from Higgins's grip and rebuttoned her blouse to hide her breasts.  This brought a disappointed sigh from a couple of men who had been waiting for their orders.

"I don't understand where this fits in," said Nancy to James as she got into the car and handed him the pizza.

"Oh jeez, I forgot about the #96 orders," replied James with an apologetic smile.  "They always go to this same place, the St. Francis Club.  You said something about that place before as being like some kind of Mafia run thing?"

"Yeah, so it is obviously connected to our case, but exactly how I don't understand," replied Nancy as she signaled for a right turn out of the lot.

*

Once again, James was forced to wait in the car and monitor communications as Nancy took the pizza to the door of the St. Francis Club.  This passive role was really starting to get on James' nerves, but there didn't seem like there was anything else he could do to help at the moment as he would be recognized and blow the entire case if he was seen.  He just didn't like the danger this was putting Nancy in, though she seemed to accept it as just a normal part of her job.

The inside of the club looked fairly normal and respectable, as long as you ignored the small stage with the stripper pole at one side.  There were about a dozen small, round tables scattered about with half of them occupied by men playing cards and at one end were two large pool tables.  Finally, a large oak bar ran the length of one wall with several men leaning against it and drinking.  Nancy didn't see any signs of animals being helped and doubted Saint Francis would have approved of this place.

"I've got a #96 pizza order here," Nancy called to the room in general since there had been no specific person's name on the slip of paper attached to the pizza box.

"Over here," said a large man in a three piece black suit who was holding a pool cue and lining up a shot.
"If I make this combination, you have to show me those huge hooters of yours," he said.

"Heym, I never, " began Nancy, but the man didn't wait for her to finish as he took the shot, potting the seven ball in the corner and the ten ball in the side.  "Give Sal the pizza and pay up," said the man straightening up.

Nancy found herself surrounded by half a dozen large, muscular men and realized she wasn't going to get out of doing this without a fight which wouldn't accomplish anything except maybe getting her beaten up or worse.  "Fine," she huffed and gave the man who was holding out his hands the pizza and tried to ignore his grin of anticipation of what was to come.  Nancy's fingers worked her buttons and again she found her breasts exposed and on display for some gawking men.

"Really nice," said the man in the suit, reaching out to pinch one of Nancy's nipples.  "I'm Guido Stromboli, the president of the club."  The man then turned to another of the men.  "Put a tarp on the table, we don't want it getting mussed up when we fuck her."

Nancy didn't bother to ask what she knew would be stupid questions or make any protest as she turned and tried to reach the door, only to be grabbed by several pairs of hands.  The outraged blonde was held suspended in the air for a few seconds while the pool table was cleared and covered with a tarp and then was laid down on top of it on her back.  "Let me go you bastards," raged Nancy as she fought to get free, but hands ripped at her clothes stripping her naked.

"I like them feisty," said Guido as he dropped his pants and got onto the table.  He knelt between Nancy's Legs, stroking his cock.  "You are a hell of a lot better looking than the last loser of a delivery boy," he said as he positioned himself on top of the struggling blonde and rammed his cock home into her pussy.  Nancy grunted as she was penetrated and the gangster began to thrust in and out of her. 

"I told you that you would like her," said a familiar voice from somewhere behind Nancy's head.

"Higgins you fucker," cried Nancy, managing to turn her head enough to see who had spoken.

"Yes Ms. Jones," sneered Higgins.  "I am afraid the jig is up as they say in the movies.  Someone you sent to prison recognized your face from your performance at Acme Novelty last night.  It was a real nice clear close-up of your face with a cock in your mouth I might add."

"That would be my cock," said another new voice and Nancy saw Victor step into the room.  "I never would have guessed she was a private dick, cause she sucked cock like a professional whore." 

"Her cunt feels like she is a professional, the way its milking my cock," laughed Guido.

"Well I want to try that mouth of hers at last," said Higgins as he dropped his pants and underwear and he rested his semi-hard cock on Nancy's face.  "Be a good little private eye slut and open your mouth."  Nancy clamped her mouth shut, but Higgins just grabbed one of her nipples and pinched hard, making the blonde gasp and then he shoved his cock between her gaping lips.  "No biting now, or we'll really hurt you."

"Urk," came the gasping sound of the detective as Higgins pushed his cock down her throat  until his big, hairy balls rested on either side of her nose.

"Fuck, I could use some of that," said Victor as he pulled his cock out and wrapped Nancy's hand around it.  "Jerk me off bitch."

"We are all going to take turns fucking all your holes," moaned Guido as he kept driving his cock in and out of Nancy's pussy.  "Since you aren't going to be alive to tell anyone, you might as well know the whole deal.  We wouldn't want you to die curious after all.  Victor here brings in the drugs along with his novelty goods.  Higgins pays for them with diamonds he gets from me.  The #96 pizza is just a signal for him to come by this club which he is a member of and pick up a pocketful of ice.  All very neat and tidy and right under the noses of the police."

"Mmmmph," gasped Nancy, unable to form words with her throat so stuffed with Higgin's cock.

*

James had sat appalled in the car listening to all of what was happening to Nancy.  What could he do to help?  There were a couple dozen men in there, probably all armed and he had nothing.  Wait, that wasn't totally correct.  When he had taken the flashlight out of the glove compartment, he had seen Nancy's spare gun in there.  Feverishly, James yanked the door open and pulled out the gun.  He had never owned a gun, or fired one before.  Well, it was time for some on the job training he thought as he studied the gun.  He had watched enough movies and tv shows about cops to know these things had a safety, but where was it?  Maybe this slider thing?  He pushed the slider with his thumb and it moved easily, clicking into the new position since Nancy kept her guns well maintained.  He was going to have to assume it was loaded, since he had no clue on how to do that and there didn't seem to be any spare bullets lying around when he searched the glove compartment again.  There was a box of condoms which might also be useful given the current situation, but James doubted the men in the club would be wanting to make use of them.

"I'm coming Nancy," James spoke into the mic which he hadn't dared use before, but he wasn't sure the receiver in Nancy's earrings would pick up his promise over the lewd noises that sickened him.

"Fuck what a sweet cunt she has," gasped Guido as his balls slapped against Nancy's ass.  "It is almost a shame we have to kill her."

"Hey, we don't have to off her right away," grinned Sal.  "We can lock her up in a room in the basement and make use of her for as long as we want."

"I second that motion," laughed Higgins.  "If her mouth is this good, I really want to try that cunt of hers before we off her."

*

]Good Ending]

"Get the hell away from her you fucking animals!"" screamed James, as he stood just inside the main door of the club.  He was holding the gun in the two fisted stance he had seen so often on cop shows and hoped he was doing it right and that nobody  could tell he was shaking like a leaf.

"Who's the twerp?" asked Guido looking around  and pausing in his thrusts into the blonde detective under him.

"Fuck if I know," said Sal with a shrug.

"It's the loser kid I fired last week," cried Higgins.  "He must be working with this cunt."

Well stop staring you fucking morons," roared Guido at his men.  "Gun the little punk down.""

A dozen men reached for the guns in their shoulder holsters or pockets, but James already had his out and he began shooting, aiming at those immediately around Nancy.  He missed Guido,  the man he was aiming at, but the bullet took Higgins in the chest and with a scream, he fell backwards off the table, his cock yanked out of Nancy's throat.  James swung the gun towards Victor who dived under the table and the bullet hit one of the goons who had been holding Nancy's arms down.

Guns were clearing holsters and pockets now, but everyone holding Nancy down had fallen or dived for cover and she brought a foot up and kicked Guido as hard as she could in the face.  He was knocked off the table and in one of those weirdly erotic things that can happen, his cock blasted off at that exact moment, his ccum raining down on Nancy's naked body.  The detective didn't seem to notice as she lunged off the table and tackled Sal, who had been about to shoot James.  The pair of them crashed into two more of the gangsters and everyone turned to look at the flailing pile of bodies instead of shooting.  Nancy drove an elbow into Sal's throat making him collapse gagging and she scooped up his gun and began to fire.  She had much more practice and experience with guns than James and at this close range it was hard to miss as two men went down on two shots.

James was focussed on killing Guido for raping Nancy and saw the mob boss cringing behind the table.  He fired off a couple more shots at the man, one of them grazing Guido's arm and making him yelp in pain.  They were badly outnumbered and outgunned, but the gangsters were used to being in control of things and dealing mainly with unarmed shopkeepers and the like and not with two crazed lunatics who were shooting back.  The naked woman, covered in cum looked like a crazed demon and the kid looked like he had left sanity behind long ago.  They saw their leader, trying to pull up his pants as he ran for the back door and the fight went out of them as they abandoned ship.

When the shooting stopped, Nancy and James found themselves alone in the club except for Higgins who was dead and four other equally dead thugs.  One of the dead men was Sal, as apparently Nancy's elbow had crushed his windpipe and he had died clutching at his throat, trying desperately to breathe.

"What do we do now?" gasped James who was still trying to fire the gun, though it was just making a clicking sound as it was out of bullets.

"Get the hell out of here," said a new voice and both Nancy and James turned startled glances towards the large black man who had just walked into the club, stepping over a dead body.

"Horace, what the hell are you doing here?" exclaimed Nancy recognizing the black pimp from the Pussycat Club, "and aren't you in league with these goons?"

Horace gave a short bark of laughter.  "You don't think these pricks would let a black man in their precious club do you?  I admit, I sold them some information for which I was paid, but I guess you know about that seeing as how you were undercover delivering those pizzas.  I don't claim to be the world's nicest guy or anything, but even I think the world is a better place without these assholes in it.  The cops will be here soon, and it is going to be better for both of you not to be here as there are bound to be some awkward questions about who killed these bastards."  Horace took the empty gun from James' unresisting hand, wiped it clean with a handkerchief from his pocket and put the gun in Higgin's dead hand, closing his fingers around it.  Next, he fished in Guido's discarded jacket and took out a cloth bag that proved to be full of diamonds when he emptied it onto his hand.  He gave two of these to Nancy and two to James.  "For your trouble," he explained and then dumped the rest of them on the floor.  "It will look like the bad guys fell out, fighting over the loot," he went on.  "I'll make an anonymous call to the cops to check out Tasty Pizza and Acme Novelties.  Between what they will find there and here when they search, they will have lots to pin on Guido, Victor and the others.  Now, you better find your clothes Nancy and get the hell out of here since I think I can hear sirens coming."

Nancy hurriedly gathered up her clothes, not bothering to dress and grabbed James' arm and tugged him towards the door as the young man was seemingly too stunned to move without her prompting.  Nancy paused in the doorway and looked back at Horace, "Who are you anyway?  Are you really a pimp, or is that just a cover."

Horace laughed as he headed for the back door, "Come to the Pussycat Club again some night and maybe I will tell you if you ask nice from under the table again."  Then he was gone.

"You drive," Nancy ordered James as she got into the shotgun seat, trying to assemble enough of an outfit from her ripped clothes, so she didn't attract notice sitting there naked as they drove across town.

*

Nancy was once again ensconced in her office the next day when there was another knock on her inner office door and she saw James standing there, a backpack slung over his shoulder.  "Hey what's up?" she asked.

"I spent a lot of the night after I got home thinking about things," said James.  "I decided we were damn lucky to get out of that alive.  I'm also still really bummed out over the things you had to go through, because of my stupid quixotic quest."

"Hey, we won and took a bunch of bad guys off the street as well as a pile of drugs," replied Nancy.  "That sounds like a good deal to me, despite the things that happened."

"Yeah, but there are just going to be more rats to take their place," said James sourly.

"We can only do what we can do," replied Nancy with a shrug.  "I'm ready to fight the next batch and the one after that and the one after that.  Somebody has to."

"I don't know how you can do it," said James admiringly with a shake of his head.  "I'm not that strong."

"Hey, when the crunch was on, you came through," said Nancy looking serious.  "I wouldn't have made it out of there without your help."

"It's nice of you to say that," replied James, "but somehow I suspect you would have found a way even without me.  anyway, I've come to say goodbye."

"Goodbye?" echoed Nancy confused.

James nodded to his backpack.  "I'm going on a road trip.  Would you believe, I could pack everything I own in this backpack?  I'm going to take a tour of the country, see some sights and try and get my head on straight.  Maybe I will make it back here one day.  I just don't know."

"I was about to say you are wrong, but now that I stop to think about it, your plan seems like a good idea," said Nancy as she stood up from behind her desk.  "I can tell you've been a troubled man since we met and maybe this trip is the thing you need to get your head straight.  Personally, I think when you do, that you are going to do some good things with your life.  You are a decent man James McColl."

"I am going to try and find out if I am," replied James with a shrug.

"Can I give you something before you go?" asked Nancy.

"Um, sure, I guess," replied James turning back towards her.  He was startled when Nancy put her arms around him and pulled him in for a long kiss on the lips.

"Th, thanks," he said a minute later when Nancy finally broke the kiss.  "That was one hell of a present."

"That was just the ribbon on the present," purred Nancy as she started to undo her blouse.    "Why don't you help me unwrap the real gift?"

James stood there dumbfounded as Nancy tossed her blouse onto the floor and he saw her large breasts with their erect pink nipples.  Nancy's skirt and panties soon joined the blouse on the floor and then the naked blonde lay back on her desk with her legs spread, showing him a good view of her shaved pussy.  "I want you to fuck me before you go anywhere," Nancy said smiling at him.

"I, I couldn't do that," stammered James, but the bulge in his pants was making a quite different statement.

"I have faith in you," said Nancy as she cupped her breasts and licked her lips

Afterward, James didn't remember removing his clothes, but the next thing he did know was that he was standing between Nancy's spread legs with his hard cock poised at her opening.  "Are you sure?" he asked one last time.

"As sure as I've ever been," the blonde assured him.  "I got used by a lot of people on this case who were not a quarter as worthy as you, now shut the fuck up and stick that cock in me."

James did and it felt like heaven as he slid into Nancy's warm pussy.  "I hate to sound anything like that scum Guido," panted James as he began to thrust in and out of Nancy, "but he was right about how good you feel wrapped around my cock."

"I would never confuse you with Guido," moaned Nancy, "and as for feeling good, I'm not exactly complaining myself."

"No, I guess you are not," replied James with a grin as he reached up to grab two handfuls of boob and squeeze them gently, his thumbs flicking across the hard nipples.  "I just don't know how long I can last at this pace.  I don't want to cum inside you and risk knocking you up."

"I'm on the pill," so don't sweat it," gasped Nancy.  "In my line of work and the places I seem to end up in, there is no way I want to risk getting pregnant.  You can cum wherever you want though, cream pie or icing."

For just a brief second, James was sorry to hear he couldn't make Nancy pregnant as he wondered what their kid might have been like, but he gave his head a shake and pushed his cock as deep into the blonde's softness before starting to cum.  When he had emptied his balls and pulled out, James wasn't disappointed when Nancy took his softening cock into her mouth to clean it off.  With her oral talent, it was also hardly surprising when sometime later, James deposited his second load in her mouth.

*

James was still smiling an hour later as he road his newly purchased motorcycle out of the city to see the country.  Suddenly, he felt a motivation to come back to this cesspool of a city after all

In her office, Nancy opened up Free Cell and began a new game.  She hadn't bothered to get dressed or lock the office door, so she was startled and slightly embarrassed when her next client knocked on the door and looked in at her.

The End

*

\[Bad Ending\

"Get the hell away from her you fucking animals!"" screamed James, as he stood just inside the main door of the club.  He was holding the gun in the two fisted stance he had seen so often on cop shows and hoped he was doing it right and that nobody  could tell he was shaking like a leaf.

"Who's the twerp?" asked Guido looking around  and pausing in his thrusts into the blonde detective under him.

"Fuck if I know," said Sal with a shrug.

"It's the loser kid I fired last week," cried Higgins.  "He must be working with this cunt."

"Well stop staring you fucking morons," roared Guido at his men.  "Gun the little punk down.""

A dozen hands reached for guns in shoulder holsters and pockets.  James fired one shot, hitting Higgins as much by accident as anything, sending the man toppling off the pool table,, his cock pulling out of Nancy's mouth with a loud POP.  Then a hail of bullets slammed into James and he went down in a fountain of blood and gore.

"No!" screamed Nancy as she watched James fall, but the young man's stupid rescue attempt did serve as enough of a distraction as the goons holding her down had released their hold to go for their guns.  Nancy switched her grip from Victor's throbbing cock to his nuts and squeezed with everything she had.  Victor gave a high pitched squeal and fell to the floor cradling his crushed balls.  Nancy kicked Guido in the face as hard as she could as he turned back to her.  He also fell off the table and his cock slipped from her pussy, spraying her naked body with cum in a bizarre timing of his climax.  Nancy lunged for Sal and tackled him, slamming an elbow into the large man's throat with everything she had.  The naked blonde then rolled behind the cover of the pool table and began firing with the gun she had taken from Sal, cutting down three of the thugs before they even realized what was happening.
"She's fucking nuts!" screamed Guido as he ran for the back door of the club, trying to pull his pants up as he ran.

The rest of the goons hesitated, seeing their leader running away and Nancy shot two more of them.  That was enough for them and they broke and ran.  They were used to intimidating shopkeepers and anyone else too scared to fight back, but the naked, cum covered blonde was screaming like some kind of demon that had crawled out of the pits of hell.  In just a few seconds, Nancy found herself alone with a bunch of dead bodies and the puking and moaning Victor.

"You damn stupid fool," Nancy sobbed as she ran over to take James in her arms, heedless of the blood soaking her naked body.  "I told you to stay in the car, that I could handle myself.  Why the fuck didn't you listen to me?"  There was no reply from James, but another voice did speak.

"I think the dumb kid loved you," said a large black man standing in the doorway of the club.

"Horace!" exclaimed Nancy, recognizing the black pimp.  "What the hell are you doing here?  Have you come to finish what these guys tried to do?" she gestured to the bodies.

"Hell no girl," said Horace grimly.  "These fuckers never let a black man in their precious club.  I sold them some information alright, but I was never good enough to join them.  The police are on their way, even they can't ignore all this shooting, so you better get out of here if you don't want to answer a bunch of awkward questions such as who killed all these assholes." 

Horace took the empty gun Nancy was still holding and wiped it down with a hankie from his pocket and then put it in James' hand, closing the dead young man's fingers over it.  Next, he wiped the gun James had been holding and put it in Higgin's hand.  "There that should give the cops enough of an explanation that they won't bother looking for another one that involves you.  After a moment's thought, Horace picked up Guido's jacket and fished out a cloth bag that proved to be filled with diamonds.  He gave two of them to Nancy, pocketed two for himself and spread the rest on the floor.  "The reason for them all fighting and shooting each other," he explained with a grim smile.  "Now, you better find your clothes girl and get out of here, cause I can hear the sirens now.  I will make an anonymous call later and suggest they search Tasty Pizza and Acme Novelties.  With what they find there and what more they find here, it should be enough to put Guido and the others away once they catch up to them"

Nancy knew there was no time to argue, so she found her clothes and headed for the door, pausing just long enough to ask, "Who the hell are you Horace?  Are you really just a pimp, or is that a cover for something?"

"Come down to the Pussycat Club again one night and maybe if you ask real nice again from under the table, I might tell you," laughed Horace as he went out the back door.

In the car, Nancy drove away quickly without dressing, drawing more than a few lustful stares from the lucky ones.  After a few blocks, she pulled into an alley and sorted out her clothes, trying to assemble enough of an outfit to cover her  for the rest of the drive back to her office.

*

It was a week later and Nancy was once more ensconced in her office.  She had used some of the money from her two diamonds to pay for James' funeral, but she had been the only one there at the service beside the confused priest who had kept asking her how she was related to the dead man.  Nancy didn't think the priest wanted to hear that he was just someone she wished she had fucked before he died.  With a sigh, Nancy opened Free Cell and started a new game while she waited for her next client.

The End