kkkkkDelta City PI #14
by DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction.  It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.  Ms. Americana, Flag Girl and Green Spectre are the creation and property of Mr. X.  Nancy and the other characters in this story are my own creation.  Feel free to use them in your own stories as long as you keep their character in line with what has been shown in these stories.  You can send all feedback to:

troi@hotmail.com

Nancy's eyes fluttered open and she stared up into the familiar face of Roberta Sanchez.  The dark haired paramedic was crouched over the private detective as she lay on the beach, trying to measure her pulse.

"I just want to tell you," said Roberta looking into Nancy's eyes, "that I nearly fainted when we got the call and got here to find you lying here on the sand looking dead, just like the woman three years ago and in almost exactly the same spot."

"Sorry about that," replied Nancy in a raspy whisper.  "Very inconsiderate of me."

"Damn rights," agreed Roberta then gestured to a muscular lookingblonde man kneeling beside her in the sand.  "This here is Vic, my partner.  He's ok for a man."

Vic gave Nancy a small smile.  "Pleased to meet you Nancy.  Um, we got a small problem.  It's hard to do much with that suit you got on.  We can't even do a blood pressure let alone an IV or anything.  I um had to try and cut it off, but," he held up a bent pair of shears.  "I don't know what that thing is made of, but its too tough for these."

Nancy coughed.  "Just take it off then," she said and her hands fumbled to find the zipper in the front.

Roberta reached out quickly to restrain Nancy's hand.  "Take it easy, we don't know the extent of your injuries.  You might have some broken bones or internal injuries that can be aggravated by too much exertion."

"Nothing broken,"rasped Nancy, "and you can't do much with it on.  Give me a hand."

Roberta looked around.  It was early in the morning, but there were a lot of rubber neckers already on the beach.  On the other hand, the old woman with the guidedog had somehow produced four large beach umbrellas and planted them in the sand around them which pretty much blocked the view of all the curious.  Roberta glanced at Vic who just shrugged as if reading her mind and agreeing with his partner.

Carefully, Roberta began to pull down the zipper in Nancy's body suit and it took every ounce of herprofessionalism  not to stare at the huge round breasts that soon popped into view.  Vic averted his eyes briefly then moved to help Roberta ease Nancy's arms out of the sleeves.  Once that was done, the male EMT picked up a folded blanket and draped it over Nancy's torso as Roberta continued to pull the body suit the rest of the way down and off.  Then Vic quicly spread out the blanket to cover the rest of Nancy's body.

Once the body suit was off, Roberta and Vic set to work checkingNancy's vital signs.  "Can you tell us what happened to you?" asked Roberta as she made some notes on her tablet.

"The short version is I jumped off a tall cliff and spent a few hours in the water." managed Nancy after briefly closing her eyes to marshal her thoughts.

"During that storm?" exclaimed Vic, his eyes going wide.  "It was one hell of a storm out there.  It just broke up about half an hour ago."

Suddenly Nancy's eyes flew open wide and shetried to get up.  "Blue Bird!  Is she here?"

Roberta held Nancy down by hershoulders.  "The other woman?  The one with the blue hair?  I'm sorry, but she was long gone when we got here."  The dark haired woman nodded at a form covered by another blanket laying on the sand near-bye.

Nancy relaxed back onto the sand.  "I know.  She died just after we hit the water.  The dolphins brought us to land.  I just needed to know she was here, so I can be sure she gets a proper burial.  Whatever you do, don't let anyone try and disappear her body.  She was murdered and they might try and hide the evidence."

Roberta clearly wanted to ask more about this rather incredible story, but she reminded herself that her job was to treat the injured and to let the police do their job.  "ok, your vitals are not the best Nancy.  Before we start any treatment, I need to ask you some questions.  You might not like them, but I have to ask.  Did you take any kind of drugs?  They might interfere or interact with anything we try and give you."

Nancy made a face.  "They shot me full of drugs, but damned if I know what.  Some of them I think were supposed to make me more compliant and obedient."

"Who are they?" asked Vic.

"It's better you don't know," replied Nancy.

"Because then you'd have to kill me?" jested Vic.

"No, because they, the ones who killed Blue Bird, would probably kill you," corrected the blonde.

Vic glanced over at the body of Blue Bird and gulped visibly.

"One other thing," said Roberta keeping her voice low, so there was no chance of anyone else overhearing, though the police had arrived and were now trying to push people further back from where Nancy was being treated.  "You have bruising around both your vagina and anus.  Were you raped?"

"Not by anything human this time," said Nancy with a weak smile.

Roberta and Vic both looked shocked, but they were professionals.  "Ok Nancy, we are going to start an IV to get some fluids into you.  I don't think we dare try any medication until we know more about what is in your system.  Unfortunately, that includes pain medication.  Are you in alot of pain?"

Nancy nodded.  "A fair amount, but I heal fast and can handle it.  Mainly it feels like my insides are on fire."

Vic took Nancy's right arm and was about to try inserting the IV needle, but stopped.  "Looks like you had one in this arm recently and whoever did it, did a really crappy job," he said angrily and switched to Nancy's left arm.

Suddenly there was a commotion from beyond the enclosing screen of umbrellas.

"Let me go, I need to see her.  That's my sister." cried a female voice.

Nancy recognized Ellen Pope's voice and gestured at Roberta.  "Tell them to let her through.  She's my kid sister," Nancy lied.

The dark haired medic looked doubtful, but waved to the cop who was preventing Ellen from reaching them and the man let the young woman through.  Ellen fell to her knees on the sand beside the detective.  "Oh my god Nancy, are you alright?  I was so worried when the storm came up and then I saw the commotion on the beach in the same spot where Fancy, where Fancy...." she couldn't finish the sentence.

Nancy managed to pat the girl weakly on her knee.  "I'm fine  Just a bit worn out.  My phone is in one of the pouches of my body suit.  Call Mr. Wong.  He will know who else to tell.  But now, I think I am going to pass out."  With that, the blonde detective slumped back onto the sand unconscious.

Roberta passed Ellen the body suit and then gently moved her out of the way.  "We need to get her to a hospital for treatment as quickly as possible."  Vic and Roberta then quickly and efficiently bundled Nancy onto a stretcher and into the ambulance.

* * *

"You're not bringing her in here," said the brunette with a clipboard clutched in one hand as she blocked the stretcher's way to the ER doors.  "At least not until we find out what her insurance status is."

"She could be dieing," protested Roberta, who unfortunately had been a party to this type of scene a few too many times.

"You should have thought about that when she was conscious and gotten her insurance details," snapped the woman.  "I have a budget that doesn't allow for free loaders."  This woman looks like another hooker who ODed, and she is not coming in here."

"Get your bureaucratic ass out of the way before I have you arrested for obstructing justice and impersonating a human being," snapped a new voice and Officer Cindy Kelly appeared suddenly with her hand resting on her holstered gun.  "In case you didn't get the memo, if you get public money, you are obligated to provide treatment."

"You can't threaten me like that," replied the hospital administrator holding her ground.

"Well then Ms. Eunice Hanks," said Cindy reading the woman's name tag, "you have the right to remain silent, you have the right to..." began Cindy as she took her handcuffs from her belt and advanced on the other woman.

"Oh fine, bring the bitch in," said Ms. Hanks backing out of the way.  "But I am going to report this and there damn well better be someone paying for this."  With that, the woman stomped off, presumably to find a small animal to torture, thought Cindy.

Nancy opened her eyes again an hour later to find herself in an ER bed with the IV still hooked up and a bunch of machines beeping and humming while Cindy Kelly looked down at her with a worried face.

"Hey," said Nancy weakly.  "How did you find me here?  I think I woke up briefly there when you put the fear of god into that woman."

Cindy tried to smile.  "I was on duty and heard a call about a big boobed blonde being found on the beach.  I figured who else could it be?  I remembered you asking me about the woman three years ago.  Can you tell me what happened to you?  I thought you were damn near indestrubtable afterwhat happened at the hotel and with those cultists."

"I'm not sure how much I can tell you," said Nancy and gave a weak gesture when she saw Cindy frown.  "It has nothing to do with not trusting you.  It just might not be safe for you to know too much.  This is Delta City and I think there are some nastier things going on, more than we ever suspected."

Cindy wanted to say more, but just then a doctor came bustling up to the bed.  "Ms. Peye?" he asked and went on when Nancy nodded.  "My name is Dr. Singh.  I am the resident on duty.  I just got the toxicology report back."  Dr. Singh looked down at his tablet.  "To be honest, there is a lot of, well for the lack of a better way to say it, a lot of weird shit in your blood.  I have never heard of most of these things.  Are they some new kind of designer drugs?"

Nancy shook herhead.  "I got kidnapped.  They shot me full of stuff.  I don't have a clue what they are.  I was just explaining that to Officer Kelly here."

Dr. Singh glanced at Cindy then looked back to Nancy.  "Well, yourvital signs have stabilized, you don't have any broken bones or internal bleeding that we can detect.  How is your pain level?  We don't really want to give you anything that might interact negatively with what is in your blood.   Are you experiencing any other symptoms?"

"The pain isn't as bad," said Nancy.  The blonde paused as she took a mental survey of her body.  "er, well there is one other thing."

"What is it?" asked Dr. Singh.

"I, um feel unusually horny," admitted Nancy.

Dr. Singh blinked and then he blushed.  "I, um don't think there is anything I can do about that Ms. Peye."

"I wasn't expecting you to do anything about it personally," said Nancy dryly.  "I think some of those drugs they shot into me were supposed to be aphrodesiacs."

"Oh, I see," said Dr. Singh who busied himself making a notation on his tablet.  "Look, I am really sorry about this.  I think you should stay in hospital overnight for observation, but I have been told there are no beds available.  I am going to have to discharge you.  I strongly recommend you have someone stay with you for the next 24 hours and that you see your regular family doctor."

Cindy started an angry protest, but Nancy cut her off with a gesture.  "Thank you Dr. Singh.  I suspect, this wasn't your decision.  As soon as I can get some clothes, I will get out of your hair."

The doctornodded a grateful thanks for her understanding and hurriedly left to check on his next patient.

Nancy turned to Cindy.  "Have you seen a young woman, about eighteen, dirty blonde hair, green eyes?  She is sort of my little sister."

"I am sure that was her wearing out the rug in the waiting room," responded Cindy.  "I can send her in.  They only allowed one person in here at a time, and at the very least you are going to have to fill me in on this sister I didn't know you had."

"That much I can do," agreed Nancy.  "Butfor now, can you get my keys from her and get me some clothes from my apartment?"

Cindy nodded and a few minutes later Ellen came in to replace the departed policewoman as Nancy's official watchdog.  "I called that Mr. Wong and told him what I knew.  He was very nice and said he would let your other friends know  Then he said something about gathering the clan to come rescue you if needed, but I think I convinced him you were more or less ok at the moment."

Nancy wouldn't have minded having Ms. Hanks meet Mrs. Wong, but decided she would have to forego that pleasure.

Ellen fidgeted a bit, obviously reluctant to bother Nancy, but just as obviously dying to know more about what had happened to Nancy.  "Did, did you find out anything about my sister?  I mean about who killed her?" Ellen finally said, unable to contain herself any longer.

Nancy took Ellen's hands in her own and tried to ignore her pain  "Listen to me Ellen.  This is going to be hard on you.  Yes, I found out Bridge was responsible for Fancy's death, but I have no proof that would stand up in court.  He admitted it to me, but it would be my word against his and he is the rich man and I am the woman who tresspassed on his private island."

"So, he will just be able to get away with murder?" cried Ellen in anger.

"No, he won't get away with it," contradicted Nancy.  "We just have to investigate more and find the proof.  He killed at least three other women besides your sister.  I can't believe he could have covered everything up so completely.  There is also Fancy's diary and any other evidence she and your dad found.  We will keep looking for that.  I justwant you to continue being smart and not try to do anything rash like going to that island."  Nancy shuddered.  "I was lucky to get away alive and that was only because of Blue Bird."

"The other woman on the beach?" sniffled Ellen

"Yes.  Your sister tried to save her.  I tried and failed, but it was really too late for anyone to help her.  She died free and I think in the end that was enough for her."

* * *

A half hour later, Cindy returned with a bag of clothes and looking disgusted.  "Nancy, you have to have the most pathetic wardrobe in the history of womankind!  Besides your hooker outfit, you have five identical white blouses and afive identical denim skirts.  I brought the cleanest ones.  You really need to do laundry.  I couldn't find any clean panties and on the way out Mrs. Wong grabbed the one bra I found and wouldn't let me bring it.  She said it was  the wrong size.  And oh yeh, one of those white blouses has a real bad red stain on it.  Did you get shot or something and not tell me?"

Nancy sighed and shook her head.  "Cherry strudel," she confessed.

Nancy got to her feet a little unsteadaly.  A nurse had taken out the IV while Cindy was gone and the blonde took off the skimpy hospital gown which made Ellen blush and look away.  With a bit of help from Cindy, Nancy was able to get a blouse, skirt and boots on.  Ellen said she had rushed out of her house without bringing the trenchcoat, but would go home to get it.

"It can wait until tomorrow," Nancy assured her.

The three women were just leaving the ER when Ms. Hanks stopped them and handed Nancy an envelope and stalked off without a word.  Nancy opened the envelope and took out the paper inside.  It was a bill for her treatment.  Cindy peered over Nancys shoulder and gave a whistle.  "Wow, I think that is more than the federal deficit."

Nancy nodded glumly.  "I think I might have to go back on stage to pay this off."

Cindy and Ellen grinned at each other.  The two seemed to have become friends in a very short time.  "As long as we get to watch," smirked Cindy and Ellen nodded in agreement.

Nancy rolled her eyes.  "You are a couple of perverts," she accused.  "Especially you young lady," said Nancy trying to look sternly at Ellen.  "I am your big sister  afterall."

"Adopted," corrected Ellen.  "I don't think that counts and I already saw you on television.  Remember?"

"Perverts," repeated Nancy and pushed open the hospital door.

* * *

There was a brief argument in the hospital parking lot before Nancy persuaded Ellen to go home since her mother and brother would be worried about her.  Cindy's shift was over and the red head announced she wasn't going to let the blonde stay alone in her apartment.  Nancy was not up to another fight and gave in

Cindy said she had talked to Cyril and had promised to let everyone at the Pussycat Club know how Nancy was doing.  The policewoman had also had to promise Roberta and Vic to keep them updated.  The two paramedics had been loathe to leave, especially after their encounter with Ms. Hanks, but there was always another emergency call for paramedics in Delta City.

Nancy's pain had receded, so she figured her healingfactor must be trying to purge the drugs from her system.  The detective, however still felt incredibly horny which was a new sensation for her.  It was far more intense than what had prompted her to make out with Rose, and the onlything that kept her from doing something to relieve the itch was that she was just so fucking tired.

When Cindy an Nancy pulled up in front of the restaurant, they were met by a delegation of Wongs, including Mr. and Mrs. Wong, Judy and Becky.

Judy gave Nancy a hug and then stepped back and stared at Nancy.  'Holy crap, Detective Boobs.  Those things are hard."

Nancy blinked down and saw her nipples were pretty much pokingright through the fabric of her blouse.  Either she was overly tired, thought the detective or her nipples seemed to be bigger than she remembered.  "Must be the cool night air," mumbled Nancy and Mrs. Wong looked up at the brightly shining sun and no one mentioned the temperature was about 75.

In her apartment, Nancy stayed awake long enough to change into her oversized shirt she wore for sleeping, the same one she had worn in the motel with Rose and that brought a smile to her lips and a twitch to her pussy.  Then the blonde private eye fell into her bed and slept for twelve hours straight.

When Nancy woke up, she found the pain had further receded to a mild ache, but she was still horny as hell.  Nancy glanced over at Cindy who was sound asleep and snoring in her armchair.

Nancy lay there awake fighting it for several minutes, but finally her fingers found their way down to the hem of her sleepshirt and she pulled it up in a bunch around her neck.   Damn, her nipples were still hard and the blonde had to stifle a moan as she touched them.  Nancy's fingers began to rub and tweak her nipples until she was writhing silently in her bed.  One hand left her breasts and went south, trailing lightly down her stomach as she spread her legs apart in anticipation.

The detective was not surprised to find her pussy was wet, but she took things slowly, savouring the sensations.  A finger ran around her pussy lips a dozen times, gently stroking them, letting the pleasure build but trying not to push herself over the edge too soon.

Gently the horny blonde parted her nether lips with her fingers and first slid one digit inside and then another.  She could feel her juices dripping from her pussy now, making a puddle on the sheets.  Damn, she hoped she had enough quarters for the laundromat and then she erased all thoughts of washers and dryers from her mind as she began to slide the two fingers in and out, going faster and faster.

Now her other hand left her aching nipples and she found her clit which seemed a big bigger than she remembered and began to rub it in slow gentle circles.  Nancy was panting and moaning now, having quite forgot about the sleeping policewoman a few feet away.  Fingers slid in and out of her dripping slit while other fingers rubbed and stroked her to a climax as sweat ran off her body and her breasts heaved and jiggled.  

With a loud gasping cry, Nancy came to a thundering climax and lay back on her bed spent.  Then she realized she couldn't hear Cindy snoring anymore.  Warily, the blonde opened her eyes and saw Cindy staring down at her in astonished wonder.

"That was fuckingawesome," said Cindy and smiled broadly at the mostly naked private detective.

"Er, sorry if I woke you up," said Nancy making no effort to cover herself.

"Better than any alarm clock I ever heard," rejoined Cindy.

"Care to join me?" asked Nancy, feeling the desire and need rising in her again, so soon after her orgasm that it astonished her.

"I really am tempted," admitted Cindy.  "I said I was curious to try it with you, but I think something has happened to you.  Something is affecting your judgement, and I can't shake the feeling that getting in bed with you in this condition would be more sexual assault than an act of love."

That seemed to sober Nancy up a little and she pulled down the sleepshirt to cover her body and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.  "I think you are right.  I can almost count on my hands the number of times I have masturbated and I never did it in front of someone before."  Then Nancy remembered doing it for Danielle.  "Well not voluntarily anyway," she amended.

"I think you should have a shower, preferably cold if you can stand it and then maybe we should talk a bit.  You are looking a lot better today and I promised to update your friends.  I can do that while you clean up."

Nancy nodded and headed for the shower.  With luck, it wouldn't open a dimensional portal and swallow her up.  The concept of having friends who cared about her was taking some getting used to.

After her shower, Nancy dressed in her cleanest clothes again and pulled up a kitchen chair to sit facingCindy who was sitting in the lone comfortable armchair in her small apartment.  Nancy's duty to her employers precluded her from mentioning her other universe status to anyone, but there were some things Cindy should know if she was going to hang around her.  Nancy described Danielle and Danial to the policewoman as well as Tendril and Moonsilver.  "If you see any of them, get the hell away as fast as you can," cautioned Nancy.  "They are killers and incredibly dangerous  They make someone like Dragon Queen seem like a pussycat by comparison."
."

"But from what you just told me, you are sort of working for them," protested Cindy after  hearing an edited version of Nancy's trip  to Valley Springs at their behest.

Nancy shrugged.  "I am trying to find out more about them and their plans.  Does that make me a double agent?  Triple?"

"I think it makes you fucking insane," replied Cindy.

"Yeah, that thought has crossed my mind more than once," said the blonde as one of her hands started to slip under her skirt and she caught herself and gripped her hands together tightly in her lap to keep them from roaming without her permission.

Nancy then told Cindy about her conversation with Roberta Sanchez, her discovery of Fancy's grave and the trip to Bridge's island.  Again she left out some of the more disturbing details so as not to alarm Cindy, but from the look on the red head's face, she was reading between the lines all too well.

"It is like I told Ellen, I have no real proof that I could use in court against Bridge.  I am still going to try and find some though."

"One thing I don't get," said Cindy when Nancy was done, '"is who was that old woman with the dog?  She directed you to Fancy's grave and Ellen said she was the one who actually found you on the beach."

Nancy shrugged.  "I don't know.  I wasn't too with it on the beach.  I am pretty sure she is trying to help me, but who she is and why she is are beyond me right now."

Not long after that, Heather, Ellen and Paul Pope arrived to return Nancy's trenchcoat and car which the detective had left parked at their house when she had gone to the island.  Ellen was fairly bubbling.  "Is that really a rocket propelled grenade launcher in your trunk under the sparetire?" she asked.

"Er, everyone is supposed to have an emergency kit in their car," replied Nancy  "And why were you looking in my trunk anyway?.

"Oh you know I am a bit of a snoop," said Ellen unabashedly.  "Remember who it was who read Fancy's diary a few times."

"An emergency kit mmeans things like candles and granola bars," said Cindy who was now sitting on the edge of the bed to give Heather Pope the good chair.

"Well, I have different types of emergencies," protested Nancy.

"Yeah, I don't doubt that," agreed Cindy.  "And by the way, I never heard this even mentioned."

Paul, who looked to be about fourteen was doing his best not to stare at Nancy's chest, but the detective noticed his eyes kept coming back to it when he thought she wasn't watching him.  Nancy glanced down at her protruding nipples and really couldn't blame the boy.  Ellen had told her mother and brother about what Nancy had discovered on the island and the blonde now added a few more details, mainly about how Blue Bird had talked to Fancy and had mistaken Nancy for her.  "I think at the end though, she knew I wasn't Fancy, but she still saved my life," concluded Nancy.

Cindy got up then saying she was back on duty in an hour and needed to go.  The policewoman said she would try and find out what Blue Bird's real name was and if she had any family they could contact.  The red head paused on her way out and looked  briefly at the Pope family before turning back to Nancy.  "Er, after I get off shift tonight, would you like to have dinner with me?  There is a late movie at the multi-plex too if you like."

Nancy hesitated, but then nodded.  "As long as some new weirdness doesn't happen."

After Cindy left, Helen Pope came back to the topic of Blue Bird.    If her family is willing, I would like to offer them a spot in the birch trees near Fancy," said Heather.  "I think Fancy would have liked that.  It is all legal and everything.  After Walter and Fancy died, we applied to the city for a private graveyard.  Fancy so loved the beach and the ocean, we wanted her to be buried where she could see it."

* * *

The Popes left soon after Cindy, though not before Ellen gave Nancy a elbow in the ribs and told her to enjoy her date with Cindy and winked in what Nancy considered a very lewd manner.

Once she was alone, the blonde detective then put in a call to Axanna Morgan.  This time, it took only half as much cajoling and badgering to get past the publisher's executive assistant.  Axanna seemed a bit distant and distracted, but she finally agreed to try and arrange the meeting Nancy was asking for.  A half hour after hanging up, Axanna called back to say it was all set.

Nancy parked her Honda Civic in one of the visitor parking spots outside the She Legion HQ, wondering briefly just who actually visited the super hero group.  Was there an Avon lady who rang their doorbell and tried to sell Ms. Americana perfume and lipstick?  Nancy crossed to the door and pressed said doorbel and saw a camera above the door zoom in to look her over.  After a few seconds, there was a buzz and Nancy pulled the door open and stepped inside.

Flag Girl was lounging inside the door and straightened up.  "You must be the private dick that Ms. A. is expecting." said the sidekick giving Nancy the once over.

"Private eye," corrected Nancy as she started to follow the girl's swaying hips down the corridor.

"I like dick better," replied Flag Girl with a grin and a wink.

"I guess the rumours on the street are wrong then" commented Nancy with a straight face which made Flag Girl blush a bit, but she continued her ass wiggling stride in front of the detective.

"Oh well, at least she hasn't tried to give me her phone number yet," thought Nancy as the young blonde led her into a large meeting room.  Considering the wealth of people like Brenda and Axanna, the detective was not surprised to see the long oak table with a couple of dozen very comfortable lookingchairs around it.  There were, however, only two other people in the room and they both rose as Nancy and Flag Girl entered.

"Thank you for taking the time to talk to me," said Nancy as she shook hands with Ms. Americana and Green Spectre.

The three of them sat down and Flag Girl hovered around the door, apparently keen on finding out what the meeting was all about and Ms. Americana didn't shoo her out.

"It wasn't exactly clear to me when I talked to Axanna Morgan about what you wanted to discusss," said Ms. Americana as she leaned forward in her chair and displayed what Nancy had heard some people refer to as the "grand canyon" over the top of her red, white and blue bikini top.

Nancy tore her eyes away from the fascinating sight and told her pussy that it was just the drugs talking and looked the raven haired heroine directly in the eyes.  Nancy told the other two women about her meetings to date with Danial and Danielle.  "I don't know if I believe half of what they said.  I am fairly sure they are exaggarating their abilities, but I have no doubt that they are extremely powerful and dangerous.  I also don't think there is any doubt that their intentions towards the She Legion are hostile."

"Demons who created the universe. seems like a bit of a far fetched story," said Ms. Americana and leaned back in her chair, tugging up her top.  Hexanna has often warned us that demons love to lie.  I think it would be best if we consulted with her about this far fetched story. of yours."

"I am only telling you what they claimed, not that it was true or even that I believed it, interjected Nancy.  "Regardless, they have demonstrated a very high level of power that at least gives some credence to their claims and at the very least makes them extremly dangerous."

"I see," said Ms. Americana, tapping her long fingers on the tabletop.  Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?"

Nancy nodded and proceeded to tell them about her investigation into the death of Fancy Pope.  When the detective was done, Ms. Americana gave her a goggle eyed stare of disbelief.

"Witchfire vouches for you," said Ms. Americana uneasily.  "But, you have confessed to tresspassing on a private island, violating the privacy of a respected member of Delta City society.  We cannot act without proof, and only too recently have we been reminded about the dangers of acting too hastily on unsubstantiated allegations."

As Nancy fought not to roll her eyes and to keep her hand out from under her skirt, she noticed a fleeting expression of what looked like regret cross Green Spectres face.  She also glanced down to make sure her trenchcoat was well buttoned up to cover those damn nipples which didn't seem to want to stop being erect ever since her island adventure.

"As I believe Ms. Wade has already told you," continued Ms. Americana, "Mr. Bridge is highly respected and has made generous contributions to several worthwhile charities.  Making accusations against him without proof would only backfire on you and us.  If he is guilty of what you are accusing him of, he has undoubtably covered his tracks well and that will make finding proof difficult."

"If you don't want to take my word for what happened and what Bridge said, I don't have a lot of proof," admitted Nancy, "but I do have some things you should consider.  First, here is a copy of the toxicology report on my blood and Blue Bird's."

Ms. Americana took the papers that Nancy had produced from her pocket and her brow wrinkled as she looked at them and then she shrugged which sent her massive boobs rolling and almost falling out of her top.  "I have no expertise on something like this," she finally said.

"I suggest you give them to Professor Werder," suggested Nancy.  "I suspect you will find a lot of it to be drugs that are designed to make a woman more obedient and compliant.  From the way they are affecting me, there are probably a lot of aphrodisiacs as well."

Ms. Americana arched an eyebrow.  "And why do you think that?"

"Because at the moment, I am fighting off images of how good you would look lying naked on this table with me kneeling between your spread legs," replied Nancy.

Ms. Americana blushed and Green Spectre, who to this point had not said anything tittered.  There was a sound from Flag Girl that sounded rather like a laugh which had been hastily turned into a cough when her mentor glanced at her.

That does sound like an aphrodisiac allright," said Green Spectre in a rather odd tone.

"Sorry," apologized Nancy.  "I am not myself at the moment and that is my point.  The other obvious proof, though I admit not necessarily of Bridge's guilt, is the body of the heroine Blue Bird.  If nothing else, that should tell you that something bad is going on there on that island.  If Bridge is the fine upstanding citizen you want to believe he is then he would have called the cops to come pick up a tresspasser he caught.  He wouldn't sexually assault said tresspasser, and have a sadist like Dr. Pervo pump her full of mind altering drugs.""

Ms. Americana gave a reluctant nod.

"It is also I think more than just Bridge.  He slipped and said 'we' were going to be coming for the heroines and then he realized his slip and clammed up.  Bridge frankly is a religious nut job and probably not all that dangerous, but I worry about who he might be working with."

"Like your demons?" asked Green Spectre.

"I have absolutely not a shred of proof," admitted Nancy.  "Call it a private eye's gut instinct or just logic.  Two powerful and totally independent groups gunning for you at the same time?  How likely is that?  Then there is the shapeshifter who killed Mitchell Wiggins at the Pussycat Club.  She was working for someone and she was too afraid of them to talk.  I know this is all very vague and unsubstantiated, but I felt I had to try and warn you to watch yurbacks even more than usual.  I have a lot of respect for the job you do and the price you pay for doing it.  Leave Bridge to me for now if you like.  I am going to try and find out who Blue Bird really was and who the other two heroines who preceded her were."

Ms. Americana and Green Spectre exchanged uneasy glances, giving Nancy the impression there were things not being said.  "Ok, we have been warned," agreed Ms. Americana.  "Anything else?"

"Yep, your nipples are showing again."  With that, Nancy got up and left. 

* * *

Cindy was already seated in the restaurant when the greeter escorted Nancy to the table.  Looking around, Nancy decided that greeter was the appropriate term as the place didn't look snooty enough for her to be called a maitre'd. On the other hand, it was a step or two above the usual fast food and  greasy diners that the detective often ate in.  It was nice that whoever had designed her had seemingly included the ability to subsist on her lousy diet without any ill effects.

Nancy slid onto the seat opposite Cindy and flashed her a smile.  The detective kept her trenchcoat on and Cindy looked at it speculatively.  "Still having that hard problem?" she teased as the waitress appeared with menus.

"Yes," grumbled Nancy.  "I did get my laundry done, so I have panties on, but all my bras have disappeared."  I suspect Mrs. Wong.

The waitress who was pouring them both water looked down and found she had filled the same glass twice and hurriedly tried to mop up the puddle, before excusing herself to give them time to peruse the now slightly damp menus.

 The two women had decided what to order and Cindy was just asking Nancy if she had been serious about going on stage again to pay her hospital bill.

Nancy sighed.  "Maybe.  It would be the simplest way to do it.  The PI business is spotty.  Sahara wants to do a 'cops and robbers' themed two girl act.  I think it is supposed to end with me eating her pussy."

At that moment, the waitress had returned carrying a basket of buns and promptly dropped them on the floor.

"She seems a bit klutzy," commented Nancy after the flustered woman had picked up the buns, taken their orders and hurried away.

"She is probably just having an off day," managed Cindy with a straight face.

Nancy shrugged then paused to think.  As far as she could remember, this was herfirst official date.  She didn't think the grilled rattle snake that she and the Texas Ranger had shared while tracking down those cattle rustlers counted as a date.  He had taught her a few good kick fighting moves though.  Nancy did like to prepare for missions, however, so she had done some research on proper dating etiquette while her laundry dried.  A common piece of advice was to show interest in your date and ask them questions about what he or she did, what their background was and so forth.  It sounded a lot to Nancy like conducting an interrogation, but without the bright lights and violence.

"So, um were you born in Delta City?" asked Nancy.

"Nope," replied cindy.  "I come from a small town in Montana called Nowheresville.  That is the real name," she assured Nancy when she saw the skeptical look on the blonde's face.  "I think some pioneers who were headed West to California just got tired of walking, looked around and decided to stay there in the middle of nowhere.  My folks are still there along with half a dozen brothers and sisters.  I couldn't wait to get out and away from the smell of cow shit.  What about you?  Where are you from?  What about your family?""

I guess there is a significant difference between small talk and interrogations afterall, thought Nancy.  With interrogations, the person you are asking the questions doesnt get to ask them back.  "I am not really from anywhere," the blonde finally said.  "I have travelled around a lot and never stayed in one place long.  I don't have any family that I know of."  Nancy wasnt sure that last statement was true or not as there might well have been many other Nancys before her.  But did clones count as family?

"Um, so how is work going?" asked Nancy casting around for another line of conversation.

Cindy shrugged.  "It could be better.  I have a degree in Criminology and have been on the force for three years now.  I wrote my detective's exam and passed it, but stil haven't been reassigned.  With Borden in charge, it is very much an 'old boys club' in the Delta City PD.  I would like to work homicide or vice, but they have got me stuck in HQ doing victim services work.  It can be rewarding at times, but not quite what I joined the force for.

"Well, if you get transferred to vice, I can give you some tips on being a hooker," said Nancy as she took a sip of her water.

There was the sound of a crash and Nancy looked behind her to see their waitress picking up the dropped plates of food from the floor.

* * *
Waiting for their food a second time almost made them late for the movie.  As it was, Cindy was starting to regret her choice of moviewhich was the latest in a spy action franchise.

"You can't get a silencer for that model of gun," complained Nancy in a loud whisper as she worked her way through an extra large vat of double buttered popcorn.  "I worked with this Police Captain in London who had one of them.  He tried to jury rig a home made silencer for it and blew his right hand off with it.  After that, all the cops in the squad room called him Captain Hook and used to hide ticking alarm clocks all over the place.  It drove the bastard nuts."  The teenagers in front of them stopped necking and turned around to glare at an oblivious Nancy.

'oh come on," griped Nancy ten minutes later during a fight scene.  "Not even Ms. Americana can do a perfect leg split like that and kick two seven foot goons in the face with each foot.  I mean, he didn't even split his fucking pants doing it."  The teen aged couple making out in the row in front of Cindy and Nancy moved away.

"That's thewrong wire," Nancy nearly yelled at thescreen as Cindy pulled her back down into her seat and a few more people moved away from them.  "That is a mercury switch timer" groused Nancy.  "If you cut the green wire, your brains are going to be smeared all over the walls.  Everyone knows you have to cut the red and blue wires simultaneously."

"Why is she sleeping with him?" asked an incredulous Nancy to an embarrassed Cindy who glanced around the nearly empty theatre.  "He slept with three otherwomen andtreated her like shit all movie.  I would have kicked him in the nuts and drove off with is sports car."

* * *

"That was fun," commented Nancy when they pulled up in front of Wongs and her apartment.

"Says you," replied Cindy as they got out of the car.  "I felt like I was dating a cross between Xaviera Hollander and Arnold Schwarzenegger."

"Sorry," said Nancy trying to look repentant.

Cindy waved it off.  "I like you and you wouldn't be you if you acted any different.  I mean how many strippers have a RPG launcher in their trunk?"

"Would you like to come up, er down for a drink?"  asked Nancy.

Cindy stared at Nancy.  "You do realize the only thing besides water in your apartment that even used to be drinkable is that chunk of milk that rattles in yourfridge?  You didn't even have wine with supper"

"I was driving," protested Nancy.  "Besides, alcohol doesn't seem to work on me.  I might as well just drink water.  I worked with this ex KGB agent in Moscow once.  He had a bigscar on his face and kept insisting I  drink shots of vodka with him.  Ok, actually we just drank from the bottles.  I left him passed out under the table and stuck him with the bar bill."

"How romantic," quipped Cindy.

"Not really, I am pretty sure he planned to rape and torture me when I passed out," replied Nancy.  The blonde paused and started again.  "Er, I did finally look up on the Internet what 'friends with benefits' meant.  I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get a benefit tonight."

Cindy studied Nancy's face closely.  "I, um would like to very much, but like I said earlier, I don't want to take advantage of a situation.  Those drugs are probably still affecting your judgement."

Nancy shrugged.  "I can't deny I am as horny as hell.  I think action movies turn me on for some reason.  And yeah, the drugs are having an impact too.  I have no idea if their effect is permanent ortemporary.  I don't think, however, that they are making me do anything I don't want to do.  I can put that in writing if you want."

"Ok," said Cindy in ahoarse whisper.  "Let's go in."

The two women were suddenly interrupted by a pair of voices from above.

"Make sure you take pictures Detective Boobs," yelled Judy Wong who had her head stuck out a window on the flor above the restaurant.

"Lots of pictures of everything," agreed Becky who was also lookingdown beside her sister.

"Go to bed you pervs," yelled Nancy and shook a fist at them in a mock threatening manner.

The two giggling teens were suddenly pulled back from the window and Katy Wong, their mother, stuck her head out.  "Sorry about that Detective Boobs," she apologized.  "Those two are not behavinglike proper young ladies.  Please ignore them"
  Katy's head withdrew for a second from the window and then poked out again. "But if you do take pictures, you have to share them with me," and her head disappeared again and the window was pulled down.

Nancy and Cindy gaped up at the window then turned to look at each other.  Then laughing, the two women linked arms and went down the steps to Nancy's apartment.

Inside her apartment, Nancy took off her trenchcoat and hung it up and turned back to Cindy who gaped at the detective's chest. "Those babies are still erect.  What is the world record for longest nipple errection?"

Nancy sighed.  "Your concern is touching.  They actually hurt a little from being like this.  If this doesn't change soon, I think I am going to wreck all my blouses."  The detective looked down at the two very noticable little hard bumps on top of her two very large round bumps.

Cindy cocked her head.  "So, um are you an Aphrodite then?"

Nancy shrugged.  "I'm not sure.  Probably of a sort.  There are a lot of Aphrodites in Delta City, not just the super heroines like Ms. Americana.  The heroines are the ones whose Aphrodite genes get fully activated.  There are a lot more who only get partially activated or maybe not at all.  The not at all' group tend to get most or all of the classic Aphrodite physical features like bigger tits.  The partially activated might get some small powers or abilities that may or may not be useful.  It is not totally understood why some people get activated and some don't.  Often it might be some traumatic event that does it."

"What about yu though?  You don't fly or shoot laser beams or stuff like that do you?"

"Nope.  I am stronger and faster than normal.  I probably match up with someone like Lady Midnight or Green Spectre in those things, I am about as strong as two or three very strong men.  and my healing factor is pretty decent.  I also have had a lot of training in the martial arts, weapons and explosives."

Cindy nodded  ""But you never had the urge to put on the uniform and mask and go fight evil like that?"

"Not really my thing," replied Nancy.  "There are a lot of ways to fight evil.  You do it as a policewoman."

"Thanks for telling me that," said Cindy sincerely.  "I really didnt know much about you.  I guess your sharing things like that with me makes me a lot less nervous about what we are going to do."

"We can just play crib if you prefer," replied Nancy gently, putting a hand on Cindy's shoulder.  "Cyril taught me how to play and I even bought a crib board of my own."

Thanks," said Cindy.  "I am just a bit nervous.  Do you mind me asking if you are a lesbian or bisexual or what?"

Nancy shrugged again which drew Cindy's attention briefly back to those massive mounds in her blouse.  "Damned if I know.  I generally don't worry too much about labels or what others call me.  Almost all of the sex I have had, whether with men or women or whatever, has been job related.  I like you and am lookingforward to having sex with you.  I think I would feel the same about a guy I liked, so whatever that makes me is just something I don't worry about.  I said I moved around a lot, so long term relationships are not something I have ever thought about.  I don't want to mislead you.  I would like to have some fun with you, but I don't think I am likely to settle down and get married or commit to some exclusive arrangement."
Cindy nodded.  "I appreciate you being so up front about things.  I don't think I am ready to settle down with one person either yet, but I do want to give this a try."  Cindy licked her suddenly dry lips.  "What now?"

"How about this?" asked Nancy and she leaned in and gently kissed Cindy on the lips.  The policewoman seemed to tremble for a moment then a shudder went through her and she slowly started to return the kiss.

"Well, I kissed my first girl," said Cindy breathlessly after they broke apart and stood looking at each other.

Nancy looked at her watch.  "Yes and a full twenty seconds later, you have not been struck down by lightning or anything."

Cindy laughed lightly and this time it was her who leaned in first to initiate the kiss.  The two women wrapped their arms around each other and the kiss intensified and went on for some time.  Neither was sure whose lips parted first or maybe they did at the same time and tongue slithered and explored each other for several minutes more.

"It's different than kissing a guy," whispered Cindy when they came up for air.

"I certainly hope so," replied Nancy as she started to undo the buttons on her blouse.  "You already saw all my goodies earlier today and on stage, but now I get to see yours too."

Cindy gulped and swallowed hard, partly at the sight of those wonderful 38F melons coming into view which she found she never got tired of seeing and partially because she knew it was her turn and her fingers trembled a bit as she undid her top.  Unlike Nancy, she had a bra on underneath and she reached for the clasp once her shirttumbled to the floor.  Cindy released the catch as Nancy paused in unbelting her skirt to watch.

"Damn, I don't know how you did things like that television show or go on stage," said Cindy.  "My heart is pounding like mad just taking off my clothes for you by yourself."

"That's probably because I am a total slut," joked Nancy as Cindy's bra fell to the floor and the policewoman  fought the urge to cover her 34C breasts with her hands.

"You know, despite the things you do," said Cindy, "I would never consider you to be a slut.  You are, I don't know, you are just you."

"Thanks," said Nancy softly, "and for the record, you have a nice set of boobs."

Cindy blushed.  "Well they sure aren't up to Aphrodite standards like yours."

"They are a curse and a blessing," laughed Nancy as she stepped out of her skirt and slipped down her panties.  Cindy couldn't tear her eyes away from Nancy's naked body for a few seconds, but then undid her pants and pulled them off and finally her panties.

"A true redhead," giggled Nancy as she took the blushing woman by the hand and led her over to her small bed.  "This might be the first time I wished I had aQueen size bed so I could share it with you."

"This is just fine," said Cindy  as Nancy laid down on her back on the bed and she moved to get on top of her a little awkwardly and unsure of herself.

Nancy smiled up at Cindy and for a fleeting moment remembered the erotic images Danielle had put in her mind on one of her visits. One of them was identical to the real life one in front of her as a smiling naked Cindy Kelly lowered her warm body on top of her own.

Nancy quickly forgot all about Danielle and her other worries for the moment as the two women's lips met again in a long kiss with their naked bodies pressed ful length into each other.  When they broke the kiss, Nancy gestured down at her breasts.  "Now I want you to try sucking on those nipples you have been making fun of all day!"

"Yes ma'am," said Cindy meekly and then shifted down slightly to envelop one of the detective's hard nipples in her mouth and started to suck gently on it.

Nancy reclined her head on the pillow and moaned softly.  "Oh damn, you don't know how good that feels.  My nipples have been killing me all day and your mouth is the magic cure."

Cindy shifted to the other breast and then alternated between them several times then looked up into Nancy's eyes.  "You know, I watched a few porno movies and they all had at least one lesbian scene.  I used to wonder what it would be like, and here I am actually doing it.  You don't know how hard that is for me to believe."

"Well, for a beginner, you are doing a damn fine job," said Nancy.  "Are you ready to go lower, or would you rather I did that first?"

Cindy grinned.  "How about we do it at the same time?"

"An excellent idea," agreed Nancy and the blonde guided Cindy into a 69 position with Nancy on top.   The blonde stared down into the red head's wet pussy for a second then lowered her tongue and began to lick the swollen lips and taste the flowing juices.  Nancy heard a gasp from Cindy and then a few seconds later the woman's first tentative lick at her pussy.

"That's it sweetie," encouraged Nancy.  ""You are doing just fine."  Then the PI went back to work on Cindy's cunt, now sliding her tongue into it and probing with little flicks of her tongue until she found the g-spot, drawing a louder gasp from the woman under her.  Nancy felt Cindy trying to duplicate her motions and spread herlegs wider apart to give her better acess.

After a few minutes of this licking, Nancy transferred her mouth to Cindy's clit and began to nibble and suck on it gently.  A moment later in an erotic game of Simon Says, Cindy followed suit and nancy gave a muffled moan of pleasure of her own as Cindy quickly warmed to her lessons in eating pussy.

Nancy switched back to sliding her tongue as deep into Cindy's slit as she could and again the policewoman followed her lead.  For another ten minutes, they alternated between licking and sucking on each other's clit until both women were panting and close to climaxing.

"Now for the big finish," murmured Nancy and shoved her tongue back into Cindy's pussy while using her fingers to rub her clit.  Cindy mimicked this erotic end move to perfection and there didn't seem to be a millisecond between their orgasms as both women gave their loudest moans yet and covered each other's faces in their warm honey.

Exhausted for the moment, they moved to lie beside each other, arms wrapped around the other woman, fingertips gently caressing bare skin.

"I think we made a pretty good start," whispered Nancy as she caressed and stroked Cindy's body.

"Just a start?" asked Cindy as she looked into Nancy's blue eyes.

"Oh yes baby, its going to be a long night.  I have got a lot to teach you," replied Nancy.  "Are you ready for lesson two?"

Cindy nodded.


The End