Delta City PI #15 by DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Ms. Americana, Green Spectre and the other Delta City heroines are the creation of Mr. X except for Witchfire / Krystal who belongs to Silkcords. Nancy and the rest of the characters are my own creation. Feel free to use them in your own stories as long as you keep their character in line with what is shown in these stories. You can send any feedback to: troi@hotmail.com The first thing Nancy noticed when she woke up was that her nipples were still hard. Damn, she had ben hoping that her tryst with Cindy would have helped eliminate the effects of the drugs Bridge and Pervo had shot into her system. The second thing the blonde detective noticed was her bed partner of the night before standing beside the bed with a phone in her hands. "Say cheese," said Cindy with a smile and took a picture of the naked Nancy lying on the rumpled sheets of her small bed. "What are you doing?" asked Nancy with no particular sense of alarm. "Sending a picture to Judy and Becky," smirked Cindy which did somewhat alarm the PI. "Hold it, you can't sext those girls," gasped Nancy. "I'm not, you are. This is your phone you know." replied Cindy. Nancy started to reach for the phone, but it was too late as Cindy sent the picture before Nancy could grab the phone. "Damn it Cindy, what will their parents think about their teen daughters getting a naked picture of me." Nancy looked down at her body. "Especially with my nipples this hard and looking like I am sending an invitation. " Nancy sighed. "At least they are both over 18." "Oh don't worry," admonished Cindy. "I sent their mother Katy a copy too like she asked if you recall." Nancy glared at Cindy even as her phone began to beep and Cindy glanced at the text messages coming in. "Looking hot Detective Boobs," read Cindy. "That was from Judy." "Va va voom Detective Boobs," continued Cindy. "That was from Becky. Are you sure she is the shy one?" "You are our favourite filthy white whore," laughed Cindy. "That was from Katy, but she says she wrote it for Mrs. Wong since she doesn't text. You know the way she says it makes it sound almost like an official jobtitle. You know King, Queen, Knight, Jester, Cook and oh yes, this is Nancy our Filthy White Whore."" "Aren't you going to be late for your shift?" asked Nancy as she tossed a pillow at Cindy who ducked and threw Nancy her phne. "Yeah, but I gotta shower first," said the red haired policewoman who headed for the bathroom. Nancy debated yelling after the woman to look out for any opening dimensional portals to hell, but decided it would be more fun to join her in the shower. As a result, Cindy was nearly late for work. * * * Nancy exited her apartment a half hour after Cindy and stopped to pick up her morning paper from the steps leading up to the street. The story that still dominated the headlines was the assassination and apparent resurrection of Dragon Queen that had happened during her jaunt to bridge's island and subsequent recovery. One thing Nancy knew for sure was that the shot that had taken out Dragon Queen, assuming that had really been Dragon Queen, had required a superb shot. Nancy estimated the range at about a mile and a quarter from the top of Wade Tower to Police HQ, though what the hell they had thought they were doing taking in a prisoner through such an exposed route was beyond her. ][Shameless plug: For more details on the death and life of Dragon Queen, see Witchfire 6 and 7 by Silkcords.] At the bottom of page one was a picture of Blue Bird's face. The photo brought a brief look of sadness to the blonde, but she had been expecting to see the image. When she had talked to Axanna Morgan the day before, Nancy had asked the blonde publisher to run the picture, asking for information on the unidentified girl from readers and giving Nancy's number to call. Reaching her office building, Nancy climbed the three flights of stairs to her fourth floor office and glancing at the elevator was relieved to see the doors closed. The one thing she didn't want to deal with today was another visit from her least favourite demons which was a rather silly thing to think she thought as it implied she had a favourite demon.. Once in her office,, Nancy got the coffee pot going. The detective was still trying to acquire a taste for coffee and was undecided if the stuff she brewed was as vile as she thought or if it was all coffee that tasted horrible. With coffee brewing, Nancy took her laptop from her briefcase and started a search. There had been two other wives before Blue Bird and the detective was fairly certain they had been Aphrodites with minimal powers that Bridge had abducted. Thankfully, Axanna Morgan had been an early adopter of digital technology for the Delta City Times and made the last twenty years of the paper available online. It was tedious work, but after two hours, Nancy had compiled a list of a dozen "missing" super heroines over a period of the last ten years. None of these were big names and most had no name at all. They were "one shot" heroines who had been spotted catching a purse snatcher or stopping a mugger, but then never heard from again. Many and maybe most Nancy hoped had simply decided that a super heroine career was not for them and had retired. In that group, however, might be the two other women Bridge had killed and she was going to have a bitch of a time tracking down these women and trying to eliminate them from consideration. One of the hardest parts of her search had come when Nancy found a small item on page four from three and a half years ago. The harness of a window washer on one of the huge downtown skyscrapers had broken and he had been saved from death by what he swore was a flying woman with huge hooters and blue hair. The story had been buried in the paper as on the same day Ms. Americana had stopped a pack of robots that had been terrorizing the university. Nancy's cell phone rang and glancing at the display, the detective saw that the caller name and number had been blocked. "Is this the private detective who was asking about the girl in the paper?" said a quiet female voice after Nancy had said hello. "Yes," Nancy assured the caller. "Did you recognize her? I am trying to identify her, so I can contact any family she might have." "She doesn't have any family," said the voice in what sounded more like a sob. "She was at St. Lucifer's Orphanage when I was there." Nancy knew the place. St. Lucifer's was of course, not its real name. It had been St. Angela's Orphanage, but the more sinister nickname had been given to it by those who had survived it. Long before Nancy had come to Delta City, there had been a horrific scandal about physical and sexual abuse at the orphanage and it had been shut down and the buildings still sat empty. Nancy thought it had been Axanna Morgan and Green Spectre who had broken the story. "Would you be willing to meet and talk with me?" asked Nancy quietly. "I, I can't. It still isn't safe. But I knew her, the girl in the picture. Her name was Bonnie Bell. She, she started to mature early if you know what I mean. Then her hair turned blue one day and that just made it worse. Finally, she did the smart thing and ran away. I think she was maybe 16. She lived rough on the streets. I know that because I saw her one time after that. Blue hair you know? Hard to mistake her." "Do you have a rough date forwhen she ran away?" askedNancy. There was a pause on the other end of the line as if the caller was thinking. "I think it was about seven years ago, right around this time of the year." The phone went dead and Nancy sat back in her chair and it squeaked under her shift in weight. It had been hard to judge how old Blue Bird had been because of her poor health, but Nancy had thought she had been in her early twenties which seemed to jive with what her unknown caller had said. A shiver ran through the detective as she ran over the caller's words. Was the caller just paranoid and maybe for good reasons, but was there still something nasty going on about the closed St. Lucifer's? It was somethingmore to go onto her to do list. A phone call to Cindy at her desk in Police HQ confirmed that a Bonnie Bell had indeed been reported as missing from St. Lucifer's and had never been found. The description, including the blue hair perfectly matching Blue Bird. The reports listed her as an orphan with no next of kin. Nancy sighed when she hung up with Cindy. It was not that she had wanted to have to tell Blue Bird's family about their daughter's death, but she had hoped there had been someone who would at least mourn her. The poor girl had survived the horrible legacy of St. Lucifer's only to be snatched up by a monster like Bridge. It just didn't seem fair somehow. It reminded Nancy of one of her favourite author's favourite characters. As Death had said many times while speaking through Terry Pratchett, 'There is no fair. there is only me.'. There seemed to be only one thing left to do for Blue Bird and that took several phone calls. First, Nancy called Heather Pope and confirmed the Pope's still wanted to bury the girl in the private graveyard near Fancy. There seemed no good reason to drag the process out, so it was set for the next afternoon. Second, was a call to afuneral home to arrange for them to pick up Blue Bird from the morgue and prepare her body for burial the next day. The funeral director gave her an estimate of the cost and that made Nancy grimace. Between her hospital bill and this, she was now badly in debt. The detective thought briefly about approaching Brenda Wade to pay for the funeral costs, but quickly dismissed the idea Blue Bird had saved her life and this was her responsibility and no one else's. Hanging up with the funeral home afteragreeing to stop in and leave a deposit, she made one last call. Her third call was to Axanna Morgan who would both put the funeral announcement in the afternoon edition of the Times and let the She Legion know about the funeral. Nancy wasn't sure, but she thought the heroines might want to attend the burial of one of their own. Everything arranged, Nancy glanced at her watch. She needed to go to thePussycat Club, but it wasn't even noon yet, so no one would be there for at least another hour. After drumming her fingers on her desk for a few minutes, the detective decided it was time to tie up another loose end that had been dangling for too long. * * * Nancy pressed the button for Pamela Winston's apartment #608 and got no answer. She leaned on the buzzer a second time and finally a femalevoice said over the crackling speaker "Fuck off. I am still sleeping." Nancy contemplated the door lock. She could just ring buzzers until someone let her in, but maybe there was another way she hadn't thought to try before. The detective didn't know how she was able to get out of ropes and chains as she had several times in the past, but all it took was concentration on her part to open locks on handcuffs. Could she do the same thing with other types of locks? The blonde furrowed her brow and a few seconds later there was a buzz and she pulled the door open. Houdini, eat your heart out she thought as she headed across the lobby to the elevator. Not surprisingly, Pamela was less than happy when Nancy started ringing her doorbell. The dirty blonde had only a bathrobe on when she finally cracked the door to the width of the chain and glared at Nancy. "Who the fuck let you in the building?" she demanded. Nancy ignord the question and followed proper PI procedure by making sure her booted foot was firmly wedged into the door opening. "I need to talk to you," she said to the angry woman. "What the fuck about? No, never mind. I don't give a fuck. Get the hell away from here before I call the cops." "That might not be the best thing for you to do," said Nancy calmly. "If I have to talk to the cops about you, there are going to be questions about your being an accomplice to murder." "I didn't fucking kil anyone!" yelled Pamela trying to slam the door, but unable to budge Nancy's foot. "I didn't say you killed anyone yourself," said Nancy. "But Mitchell Wiggins did die and I rather suspect you know something about it. I think you should invite me in, so we can talk privately and not shout it all over the building." The comment about Mitchell Wiggins had been a shot in the dark, but Nancy saw Pamela's eyes go wide at the mention of his name and the stripper reluctantly undid the chain and gestured for Nancy to enter. Looking around the dirty apartment, Nancy saw into the bedroom where a man was trying to pull his pants up. A few moments later he stumbled into the front room on the way to the door, but Nancy put up a hand to stop him. "You might want to check your wallet before you leave," she advised him. The man flushed, but pulled his wallet from his back pocket and then he flushed even darker in anger and turned to Pamela. "Where's my credit card bitch?" he snarled and formed a fist. Nancy caught his fist and he struggled, but couldn't pull his hand free from her iron grip. "Give him his card Pamela," she ordered. Pamela flushed and pulled the credit card from her robe pocket and gave it to the man who took it awkwardly with his other hand. "I should call the cops," muttered the man as Nancy pushed him to the apartment door. "I doubt you want to explainto your wife about this," said Nancy glancing down at his wedding ring. "You got what you paid for, so just get out," and she closed the door on his back. "Bitch," muttered Pamela and sank down onto a sofa after shoving a pizza box off it onto the floor to make room. "Now what is all this bullshit about me and murder?" Nancy decided she would rather stand than sit on any of the grubby looking surfaces available to her. "It is about you snooping into things at the PUssycat Club." "You are out of your fucking mind. I just worked there for that jerk Cyril until he fired me for no reason." Nancy shook herhead. "That won't do. Cyril told me you tried to pump him for information about me. There was no way for someone like Megan Fitzpatrick to make any connection between me and the PUssycat Club unless it was someone at the club, and you are the prime candidate." "You can't prove that," snapped Pamela. "Oh get real. If I have to find proof, it wouldn't take long. You were probably paid in cash, but did you make any unusual deposits in your bank account? Or any unusual purchases with unexplained money? Did you exchange emails with anyone? I see your laptop over there. Have you cleared the cache? Text messages? They might still be on your phone or I can get them from the telephone company. Who is on your contacts list? Megan Fitzpatrick? Mitchell Wiggins? Have you thought to try and cover any of that up?" Nancy paused to let that sink in. She doubted Pamela would realize how much of what she said was bluff as a private eye certainly didn't have the authority of the police to do any of those things. At least not legally. Still, the blonde had seen Pamela flinch when she mentioned the names of Megan Fitzpatrick and Mitchell Wiggins. "What do you want to know? Pamela finally said in a sullen voice. "Just start talking and when you run out of things to say, maybe I will have a few questions." It took a few more threats and cajoling, but Pamela finally opened up. A client for one of herprivate performances in the little rooms in the back of the Pussycat Club had approached her. He offered her money for any information she could dig up about Cyril, the club, the patrons and so forth. He hadn't told her why he wanted it and she hadn't asked. Pamela had seen Nancy talking to Cyril several times and even witnessed the private eye sliding under the table to blow Cyril that one time. Pamela recounted that memory with a nasty sneer on her lips. The dirty blonde stripper had gotten Nancy's license plate number and passed that along. She had also told the man about Mitchell Wiggins and how he liked to patronize the Pussycat Club and the back rooms. "What about Megan Fitzpatrick?" asked Nancy. Pamela shook her head. "I never talked to her directly, but when I saw your porn special, I figured he had told her." "And what is the name of your sugar daddy?" asked Nancy. "I just knew him as John. I didn't care who he really was as long as he paid." insisted Pamela. "I wouldn't hold anything back if I was you," advised Nancy. "He probably was behind Wiggins getting killed and if you knew anything about that then that makes you an accomplice." Nancy doubted any court would buy that, but again she doubted Pamela would challenge it. "The only other thing he gave me was a business card," replied Pamela sullenly and she got up and went to a sidetable and opened a drawer. She rooted around and finally produced a small whiterectangle. Nancy looked at the card. "Erotica Video. Makers of high quality adult entertainment." "Porn?" said Nancy more to herself than Pamela. "Yeah, part of it was he was going to get me a movie deal," said Pamela. "If you think of anythingelse, you would be smart to let me know," said Nancy pocketing the card and heading for the door. "You can lick my pussy," snarled Pamela as she slammed the door after Nancy. * * * It was just before two in the afternoon when Nancy slipped through the whore / stripper entrance at the Pussycat Club. For once, she hadn't bothered to wear her hooker outfit as the club was still closed as they geared up for the evening. Besides for one of herpurposes today, her normal PI garb was what she needed. Nancy saw the office door was ajar, knocked and pushed it open. She was rather surprised to see what was going on and Frank gave her a sheepish look as he actually tried to hide the playing cards in his big hand. "Frank!" said Nancy sternly, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him. "You were the one who warned me about not playing crib with him," and the detective gestured at Cyril. "He is the boss," protested Frank. "He ordered me to play with him...er I mean to play crib with him. Frank looked over at Cyril who was counting up his points and moving the little pegs. "Well at least I didn't get skunked," said Frank smugly as he got up from his chair. "Now if you will excuse me Detective Boobs, I have to bring up a few kegs from the basement." "Fuck, did Trudy tell you about that nickname?" Nancy yelled at the retreating back of the assistant manager, but he only shrugged and laughed. Cyril waved Nancy into the vacated chair and held up the crib board as an unspoken question. "Not today, I will get my revenge, but too much to do right at the moment," said Nancy. "You know, you have got poor Jerome scared shitless?" asked Cyril. Nancy looked at him blankly and Cyril laughed. The club owner pointed to the bank of video monitors on the wall. "You should remember how many security cameras I have all over the place, including one that covers the whore and stripper entrance. You remember stopping last time to show your oral talents on the poor boy?" Cyril smirked at her. "Damn, I had half forgotten about that. I really don't know what made me do it. I just saw him standing there shivering and the next thing I knew, I was on my knees blowing him," replied Nancy a bit sheepishly. "But why has that got him scared?"" Cyril laughed again. "He knows I have a thing for you and he was sure I was going to fire his ass for that little bit of fun." "You didn't," protested Nancy. "Hell no, I loved the show. Jerome is a good kid and he deserved a little reward, but I suspect he will probably be calling you ma'am for a few weeks until he gets over it," said Cyril. "Now what can I do for you today Detective Boobs?" Nancy gave him the whole story about Fancy Pope, Blue Bird, Bridge and the island. "I am trying to find out who the other two women were that Bridge abducted for his sick little scheme. Have you any ideas about where I can find some of the marginal Aphrodites?" Cyril frowned and took a few seconds to think before replying. "look, I have heard a few very vague rumours about some place called Sanctuary which is supposed to be a safe place for, what is the politically correct term....metahumans, to be safe and let their hair down.. The rumours are so vague that I wouldn't give you more than a ten percent chance on it being real. If it does exist, it is kept very hush hush, but there is that old saying about two people can keep a secret if one of them is dead. The more people who know about something, the more likely it is that something slips out, intentionally or unintentionally. I didn't look into those rumours for two reasons. The first is there wasn't any money to be made from it except maybe to sell its location to scum like your friend Bridge. I don't need my thirty pieces of silver that badly. Yeah I know I am considered scum by most of Delta City. I sell sex which is dirty and nasty, but I make sure it is all done by consenting adults. I let them worry about their own morals. I don't allow hard drugs in here. You dont use drugs in my place and you don't sell them in here. Yeah, a lot of my customers probably use them before they come here or after they leave. That is their decision, but not here and none of my girls use drugs or they aren't my girls anymore. The second reason I never looked into Sanctuary more is the name itself and what it means. I don't know a whole lot more about the history of my people than watching Roots on TV. But I know sanctuary was an important thing to my people and I wouldn't violate it for someone else. It would be like me showing up at some house for battered women. I might be as pure as the driven snow, but I doubt I would be welcomed in and a cake baked for me. If the place exists and I kind of doubt it, then it is the kind of place you need an invitation to go in and not one you crash." [Shameless plug: To learn more about Sanctuary, see part 5 of the Witchfire story by Silkcords on this site.] Nancy sighed and nodded reluctantly. "I think you are right. It is just that I feel driven to find justice for those women and to make sure what happened to them doesn't happen again. If I have to, I will take an RPG and blow Bridge and his mansion into tiny little bits." Cyril looked startled at this and stared into the blue and very sincere eyes of the blonde. "Good thing I haven't pissed you off too much!" Nancy gave her head a shake. "Don't worry, I am not going Rambo just yet. I have another avenue of investigation to look into. Have you heard of Erotica Video?" Cyril made a face. "Porn company. They do a lot of regular porn. You know, two or three scenes of heterosexual sex and the one obligatory lesbian scene. They also do a lot of fetish kind of stuff like shemales and bukkake. Rumours are they also do some stuff that isnt legal like bestiality. What have they got to do with anything?" "I am not sure yet," admitted Nancy, "but they were the ones paying Pamela to spy on you and me. I plan to look into them and see what comes out from under the rocks when I turn them over." "Just be careful babe," admonished Cyril. "I haven't got a benefit out of our friendship yet." "I think that was your idea, not mine," corrected Nancy, "but that is not a total no on my part. I do have a business proposition for you though that might interest you." "Do tell?" said Cyril looking interested. Nancy explained about her hospital bill and the cost of the funeral for Blue Bird. Cyril shifted a bit uneasily in his chair. "I would like to help out, but frankly this place is just barely breaking even. When I opened it, I borrowed money from some people who charge high interest if you know what I mean. The banks wouldn't even give me an apointment. The money I made from your show let me pay off a chunk of what I owed, but you know how people like them know how to keep their suckers latched onto you." Nancy nodded. "Don't worry, I wasn't going to hit you up for a loan. My bills are my responsibility. I was just wondering if you wanted to market another show of mine. Perhaps a two girl act with Sahara. I heard she has some ideas and that is one reason I came here today, to talk to her." Cyril's eyes glittered. "You sure about doing this Nancy?" he asked. "I don't want to take advantage of you again, but another haul like the last time and I can pay off the sharks." "Oh, I won't claim to be estatic about resuming my stripper career, but I don't think I can count on winning a lottery and most of my detective work lately has been for nonpaying clients." Cyril nodded. "Ok, I will even throw in the house's ten percent on tips because I am a warm and wonderful guy." Nancy got up, leaned over the desk and pulled Cyril towards her and gave him a long passionate kiss. When she let him go, Cyril collapsed back into his chair looking slightly stunned. "Not really, but you are getting there. The funeral is tomorrow and I don't want anything to interfere with that, so leave the advertising until the day after. I am going to go find Sahara and I need to see Phoebe about something too." Nancy left a slightly bemused Cyril in his office and found the other women in the change room. Sahara was beside herself at the news and Nancy and her set up a time to rehearse the routine the day after the funeral. The black woman wanted to do a "high class" act with a cops and robbers theme. Nancy would be theprivate eye who caught a sexy cat burglur. Frank did the camera work for things like posters, so they called him in and they both posed for some photos. The one they chose showed Nancy with her trenchcoat on, but unbelted to display her white blouse unbuttoned down halfway displaying an acre or two of cleavage with her hands resting on top of Sahara's head as she knelt in front of her facing the camera and dressed in a black bikini that rivalled Esha's for skimpyness. The caption was to read "Detective Boobs gets her girl." Trudy picked up a little hand fan and made a show of fanning herself with it. "Oh fuck, you two are making me so hot." Nancy laughed and picked up the items she needed from Phoebe and headed out for her next stop. She met Jerome coming in and she gave him a smile. "It's all cool Jerome," she assured him. "I talked to Cyril and you aren't getting fired. Just let me know if you want a repeat some time." The young bouncer gave her a weak smile and nodded as Nancy went out the door to her car. * * * Nancy sat in her car for some time thinking. Even before the warning from Krystal, Nancy had come to the conclusion that there was some type of secret group orchestrating events in Delta City. After meeting Danielle and Danial, she had assumed it was the demons or Others as she had been calling them. Now it was starting to look like the demons might only be part of the conspiracy. There was Bridge and whoever was working with him. There was whoever had hired Leona Brown to kill Mitchell Wiggins and try to frame her. There was whoever was attacking the She Legion and blowing up buildings in Delta City. Some of it didn't make sense. It was like a jigsaw puzzle where there was no picture on the box to tell you what you were puttingtogether. Why and how would Bridge and the demons be working together? From Nancy's own experience with Danielle and Danial, they despised "mere humans", so why would they be working with someone like Bridge? The only obvious connection were the Aphrodites. Bridge needed them for his own twisted reasons and the demons were supposedly drawing power from their sexual antics. How did that translate into them workingtogether? Assuming they were and she wasn't jumping at phantoms It also made no sense why Leona Brown had tried to frame her. How did that really benefit anyone? Maybe it had been done to try and compromise her into their camp? Maybe Leona had just exceeded her authority like Tendril and Moonsilver? Nancy had been hurting the criminals with things like taking down the Flaming Skulls and rescuingheroines, so some "middle manager" had put together the Wiggins operation without consulting the higher ups? The blonde private eye sighed and started her Honda. She needed more information and that meant following up on the one lead that seemed left to her. Nancy drove back to her apartment and retrieved a couple of items from the safe hidden under her wardrobe. On her way out, Nancy caught sight of Mr. Wong in the restaurant and he came to talk to her by the door when she gestured to him. "Ah, would you like to help me make pizzas again today Detective Boobs," asked the man with a smile as he gave her what Nancy was starting to think of as the secret clan "handshake" by groping her boobs. Nancy let out an involuntry gasp of pleasure as her damn nipples were stil so hard and sensitive. "Not today, sorry. I am afraid I am off to live down to my reputation again. I just needed to tell you a few things and ask you something." Mr. Wong nodded and Nancy filled him in on the details of her trip to Bridge's island. She knew the Red Dragon Clan leader had contacts all around the city and it wouldn't hurt to have them alerted to listen for any information that might help her. "The drugs are starting to wear off I think, but as you probably noticed, they are still affecting me." Mr. Wong looked down at Nancy's nipples which were clearly protruding and making delightful lookingbumps in her blouse. "So I see," he said dryly. "I will alert my contacts to tell me if they hear anything useful regarding Bridge or anything that seems related. And what was your question?" Nancy told him about Judy'srequest for her to model nude for her portfolio. "I am sure Jake and Katy know about it, but I wanted to clear it with you as well. I think Judy has a bit of a crush on me, and she might be looking for more than just a model." Mr. Wong smiled. Do not worry Detective Boobs. Judy is 18 and I trust both her and you. It is natural for her to be curious and want to experiment. If the two of you decide to do so then there are no repercussions from us. I told you that Red Dragon Clan has a certain reputation for sexual openness. We feel it is a part of a healthy life. I will talk to Jake and Katy to be sure as they are her parents, but I anticipate no problems. Katy was quite eager to share that wonderful picture you sent her this morning." Nancy groaned. "Sorry about that. It was Cindy's idea." "Then please thank Cindy for her consideration," said Mr. Wong gravely as he turned back to the kitchen and Nancy left the restaurant. Back in her car, Nancy took a small device from her glove box and carefully checked the car for anybugs or tracers. The device was high tech, courtesy of her employers and she hoped their tech base was still more advanced than any native to Delta City, but she couldn't be totally certain. Bugs and their detections was always a game of spy vs. spy, always leapfrogging each other to try and gain the upper hand. As satisfied as she could be, Nancy then drove a convoluted route, doubling back often and checking for tails as she drove to a commercial area near Sugartown. Nancy found what she wanted, a hooker motel near her target and parked her Honda on a side street a few blocks away. Pamela had given them her license number and the detective was taking no chances of someone spotting her car. Nancy locked the car and carried her overnight bag with the items from Phoebe to the motel office. Before going inside, she undid most of her blouse buttons and when she came out with a key a few minutes later, she was pretty sure the manager could not identify her as he had never once looked at her face. Nancy unlocked Room 107 and went inside. Ten minutes later, the motel door opened and Candy Floss stepped out. The woman had long bright pink hair with matching eye shadow and lipstick. She had green eyes and wore a white, stretchy low cut top that displayed more cleavage than was probably considered decent and with the nipples pretty much poking right through the thin material. The skirt was short and the same neon pink as the hair. Six inch spiked pink high heels boosted Candy to well over six feet. She was wearing panties, but barely as the little pink thong looked more like a kleenex with a bit of string. Candy blew a large bubble of pink gum and sauntered down the street swaying her hips. A few minutes later, the woman emerged from an elevator on the seventh floor of a nondescript office building and crossed to the reception desk for Erotica Video. The woman sitting behind the large oak desk was stunningly beautiful with mainly oriental features but bright blue eyes and blonde hair that spoke of a Scandanavian contribution to her genetics. Being a bit of a fan of golden age porn, Candy thought the woman looked a lot like the legendary porn star Kascha. A small sneer fleeted across the receptionist's face for a second as she saw the pink haired bimbo walking towards her, but she gave the woman a cool polite professional smile as she jiggled to a stop in front of her. "Can I help you miss?" she asked. Candy blew another bubble which collapsed with a loud smacking sound before speaking. "Yeah, I came to apply for a job. You know in the movies." The pink haired woman made a point of looking from the receptionist to the large posters on the walls which depicted various hardcore sex scenes from movies the company had made. "Like those ones," she gestured to the posters of blow jobs, fucking, gang bangs, lesbians and even more exotic forms of sex. "Do you have any experience?" asked the receptionist. "Do I look like a fucking virgin?" asked Candy blowing another bubble. "I meant do you have any experience in acting," corrected the receptionist. "Nah, though my scumbag of an ex boyfriend took some video of me once," said Candy with another pop of her gum. The receptionist studied Candy a bit longer. Well the slut certainly had the body type they liked, so her obvious lack of brains was not really a problem and in fact was likely an asset. "Ok honey, show me your tits and if I like what I see, I can get you in to see Mr. Smith He is the producer and director," the woman said when she saw the vacant look on the bimbo's face. Candy shrugged and casually lifted her top up over her breasts and let the receptionist get a good look at her large round 38F boobs, topped with very hard and erect nipples. The woman leaned over the desk and cupped a boob in each hand. "Amazing, they feel natural?" "Of course," said Candy a bit indignant. "I never needed any of that silicon shit pumped into my girls, not like some people I know." The receptionist flushed a bit at this comment and a brief look of annoyance flashed over her face as she sat back down in her chair and pressed a button on her phone. "Yes, what is it Carol?" came a male voice. "I've got some new talent out here who wants to be a movie star," replied Carol who looked up at Candy who had let her top fall back down to cover her breasts as much as it ever could. "She seems to have the requisite assets, so I think you might want to see her." There was a pause on the other end. "Fine, send her right in. We can always use new talent. I might want your help in assessing her potential." "Looking forward to it," said Carol glancing once more at the pink haired bimbo in front of her. Carol gestured at the inner door behind and to her left. "Go on in," she told Candy and then watched that round ass swish by in the too short skirt. Just before Candy reached the door, Carol called out "Lose the gum baby," and held up her wastebasket. Candy gave the woman a blank look for a few seconds as if it took a while for thoughts to move from her ears to her brain and back into actions. Then the pink haired woman spat out a huge wad of bubble gum into the wastebasket and went into the inner office. The office was a couple of notches below those of Axanna Morgan and Brenda Wade thought Candy as she paused briefly to look around. The rug was thick, but looked a bit worn. There was a large overstuffed couch to her left that sagged a bit. The large oak desk had a few scratches marring its surface. The walls looked freshly painted, but the professionalism was ratherdetracted from by more of those large colour posters that had been in the lobby. Candy looked at one showing a large breasted blonde on her knees sucking a huge black cock. The next poster had a busty asian woman getting rammed doggie style by a large white dick. A third showed a black woman getting titty fucked with white cum spurting over her large chocolate brown melons. Candy turned her attention to the man behind the desk. The name tag said he was John Smith and Candy figured there really were people named John Smith, but she doubted this was one of them. He looked about forty with black hair that could use a trim and a bit of a gut under his off the rack black suit. Overall, he didn't look like the type of person you wanted to buy a used car or life insurance from, but more or less what you expected to find in a porn studio. He also matched the description of the man who had approached Pamela to spy on the Pussycat club. Smith had seen Candy looking at the posters and gave her a broad smile. "Good stuff eh? You like doing that kind of thing?" Candy nodded. "I like fucking, so I figured being in movies would be a good gig for me. I hear it pays more than hooking." "It can," said Smith, "if you are good at it and the viewing public likes you. Of course before we sign you to a contract, we would have to be certain of your abilities." "Yeah?" asked Candy. "Your lesbo secretary out there already inspected and felt up my boobs." "You can consider that just a preliminary evaluation," Smith told her with a hint of a leer. "Preliminary? What's that?" asked Candy. "It was just the first test," replied Smith. "Now we need to test out a few other things. For example, how good are you at sucking cock?" "I'm the best there is," declared Candy with no hint of embarrassment. "My boyfriends certainly never complained you know." "Well, I can't just take your word for it," said Smith and this time it was full on leer. "I also need to see those tits, so take off your top and get on your knees and show me just how good you are with that mouth." Candy shrugged again and started to pull up her top as she circled the desk. A glance had shown her that the man's desktop computer tower was located in a special little compartment on the right side of his desk, so she made sure to drop her top just in front of it. In spite of his many years of experience in the porn business, Smith had been unable to totally contain a gasp of delight when the woman peeled off her top and those huge soft boobs popped out. Fuck, they were huge and had no discernable sag to them. This bimbo had to be an Aphrodite. With a body like that, she could make him a lot of money making movies and maybe in other ways as well. The topless woman pushed his rollingchair back a bit from the desk to give her room to kneel and then her hands reached out to undo his pants. In the flash of an eye, she had fished out his cock and gave it a lick with her very pink tongue that sent a shudder running through his body. Smith looked down at the pink haired woman and felt a strange sense of anticipation rise in his jaded brain as he watched her open her mouth wide and then close her lips about his cock head. Fuck her mouth felt so good as she swirled her tongue around his cock, licking and tickling it. Slowly she began to slide her mouth down his shaft until it pushed into her throat and she held it there engulfing his full eight inches with no apparent effort. Smith closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair to savour the feeling. The pink haired woman had been watchingSmith and the instant he closed his eyes, a deft hand pulled a USB stick from her discarded top and slid it into one of the front USB ports on the computer she was blocking with her body from Smith's view. It took less than a second and all the while Candy kept her tongue sliding over the cock in her mouth and her lips wrapped tight on it. With her primary task accomplished, Candy began to really work over Smith's cock with her mouth to make sure he stayed totally distracted. She began to bob her mouth up and down on his cock applying as much suction as she could to enhance his pleasure and from the sounds of his moans, she was being very successful. There was the sound behind Candy of the office door opening and Smith briefly opened his eyes to look that way. "Come on in Carol. You are just in time to help me evaluate her talent." "It looks like she is passing her oral exam," snickered Carol as she watche Candy's mouth continue to suck and lick her boss's cock unabated. "So far, she is getting an A+," agreed Smith as he ran his hands through the pink hair. It must be a wig he was sure, but damned good quality as it felt quite real. Behind Candy, there was therustle of clothes being removed and then soft hands reached down to play with Candy's breasts as she continued to blow the movie producer. "Let's move to the couch," suggested Carol and Smith nodded. Candy pulled her mouth from his cock and a large string of saliva ran from her lips to the tip of his cock before it finally broke. Candy stood up and let them move her to the couch and neither of them were evenremotely worried about the computer under the desk that Smith was logged into with full administrative rights. Hmm, theproverbial casting couch thought Candy as Smith plopped himself onto it in a sitting position after quickly stripping off his clothes. Carol pushed Candy's mouth back down onto the throbbingcock that glistened in front of her with her own saliva. Candy set to work once more showing her love and adoration for Smith's cock while Carol played with her boobs some more before taking off Candy's little pink mini skirt. A few second's later, the secretary pulled down Candy's panties and slid them off. From the corner of her eyes, Candy could see that Carol was naked now and while probably not an Aphrodite, had a very nice body indeed though as she had guessed her natural boobs seemed to have been artificially enhanced to their DD status. Carol's fingers now slid down between Candy's legs and began to rub her pussy and clit. "Fuck, the slut is soaking wet already," commented Carol. "All primed to get her cunt filled." A moment later, Candy was surprised when she did indeed feel something hard rub ovr her pussy lips and start to spread them apart. Candy paussed in her sucking and took a better look at Carol to see she had strapped on a ten inch very realistic looking rubber dildo. Well, it was realistic in shape, but it was a neon green in colour. "I call it my Hulk dick," laughed Carol as she began to push the thick green monster into Candy's pussy. Candy gave a grunt and then Smith grabbed her pink hair and forced her mouth back down onto his cock and began to thrust his hips and fuck her face. Behind her, Carol gave a soft moan as if the rubber cock was real as she inserted it into Candy's wet love tunnel. Probably the thing was designed to rub on the wearer's clit thought Candy as she felt it slide deeper into her until it was fully sheathed. Carol grabbed Candy's hips now and began to pump her fake cock in and out of the aspiring porn actress as Smith continued to ram his cock down the woman's throat with increasing speed and force. "I think the little whore has star potential," gasped Carol as she slammed her strap on home over and over again making those big soft tits jiggle and bounce. "God her mouth feels fucking good," agreed Smith "I think this is the best blowjob I ever got. I am just about ready to pump a load into her stomach." "Give it to her then, smirked Carol. "A little slut like this one is probably used to swallowing spunk." Smith gave a nod and a louder moan and grasped Candy's hair tightly in his two hands and began to pour a thick load of hot cum into the woman's throat. Looking down, he saw the pink haired woman swallowing it eagerly as he continued to spurt thick wads of semen into her mouth. Smith could see Carol's eyes rolling back in her head as an orgasm overtook the blonde who reached down and pressed a button on the base of the strap on cock. Carol screamed out her climax and Candy was surprised when she felt a surge of warm liquid shooting into her pussy. "The Hulk is our deluxe model," gasped Smith as he started to slowly pull his cock out, now shooting his cum into Candy's mouth so it filled to overflowing. "We can fill it with all kinds of things. I think Carol has the sweet and salty mixture in it right now, but we can fill it with real cum or even animal spunk if we want." Marvelous thought Candy as both cocks slipped out of her and she felt a final blast from Smith take her across the nose and upper lip while gunk dripped from her pussy. Wouldn't it be nice if people put all this ingenuity to work solving real problems? While Candy caught her breath, Smith reached down and fished a small bottle from his pants pocket. He extracted a blue pill from it and swallowed as he grinned at Candy. "Still more testing to do. I want to try that pussy and ass of yours." Smith got up and moved behind Candy to replace Carol who now sat on the casting couch. The green rubber dildo was all shiny with the artificial cum and Candy's own pussy juices. "Clean it off real good sweetie," said Carol as she stroked Candy's face. "Then we will test your pussy licking skills." Candy suppressed a sigh and began to lick and suck the green rubber dildo in front of her face. The artificial cum tasted surprisingly good mixed with her own nectar and she didn't really have to feign her appreciation of the flavour as Carol watched her with a lusty gaze. Candy only gave another mild grunt as Smith parted her ass cheeks and began to push his dick into her anus. "She's got a fuckingtight back door," growled Smith as he pushed more and more of his cock up Candy's ass. "It's sucking me inside just like a fucking vacuum cleaner." Carol smiled and removed the now quite clean strap on dildo and pushed Candy's face down into her pussy. "Now show me how good you are at licking cunt slut." Candy set to work on Carol's pussy, takingturns probing and lickingwith her tongue and sucking on the blonde's hard little nub of a clit while Smith began to pick up the pace fucking her ass as hard as he could. The movie producer dumped his second load of the interview deep in Candy's ass about the same time Carol began squirting her warm load of honey on Candy's face. "One more hole to test," wheezed Smith and Candy was almost afraid the bastard was going to have a heart attack as he took another blue pill and then flipped Candy onto her back. He pulled the pink haired woman's legs up onto his shoulders and let her head and back rest on the couch as he positioned himself at her pussy entrance. Candy looked up at the bright overhead lights and saw Carol's pussy descending towards her face. "Make me cum again whore," demanded Carol and then Candy's vision was totally obscured by the dripping cunt that covered her face. "Fucking sweet cunt," moaned Smith as he slid himself home into Candy's pussy and began to fuck her as he reached up to grab two handfuls of tit flesh to help pull himself in deeper. The movie producer began to slam his cock in and out of Candy with wild abandon as he squeezed her breasts and watched the woman eating Carol out like a pro for the second time. Candy didn't know if the blue pills were Viagra or something more exotic, but they seemed to be doing the trick for Smith as he pounded her cunt for a good twenty minutes before he began to unload his third batch of jizz into her pussy. Candy squeezed his shooting cock tight with her pussy muscles and let herself go finally, climaxing and coating his shaft with her juices. A short moment later, Carol joined them with a loud cry and filled Candy's mouth with hotsquirts of her juices which the pink haired woman swallowed. The three of them lay there gasping and moaning for a few minutes before Candy finally staggered to her feet. She really wasn't that tired, but she wanted to make this look good. "So, did I pass my screen test?" she gasped as she left the other two by the couch and bent down to pick up her top, giving Smith and Carol a wonderful shot of her gaping cunt and the cum dribbling from it. With that to capture their attention and her body blocking the view of the computer, she slipped the USB stick from the computer and back into the little hidden pocket of her top as she put it on. "Yeah, I think we might be able to give you a try," managed Smith as he started to get up. "We need your contact information and have to check your ID and so forth to make sure you are legal." Candy found the rest of her clothes and got dressed, using some kleenex from a box on Smith's desk to wipe off the worst of the gunk on her face and legs, before producing the ID she had procured from her floor safe out of her purse. The ID and a few other alternate ones had been provided by her employers and she was quite confident they would hold up to any scrutiny. * * * Candy swayed her way back to her motel room, noticing as she walked that there seemed to be some type of major disturbance going on in the old section of the city. Candy could see a swarm of police and news coptors and now and then heard the faint sounds of gunfire or explosions. When the pink haired woman reached her pay by the hour room, she turned on the television to see what was going on and stood there appalled at what she was seeing. The Aberation was on a rampage, leaving a trail of destruction behind him. He was also taking on and apparently taking out the entire She Legion with relative ease. Candy took off her wig and Nancy continued to watch the unfolding one sided battle. Nancy's first impulse was to rush to the scene, but what the hell could she do? She was no match in a straight up fight with a monster like that. There might be sneaky, nasty, dirty ways to deal with someone like the Aberation and the blonde began to devise some that would inflict the most pain on the creature. If the Aberation killed any of the She Legion, Nancy hoped that the reboot mechanism would be able to restore them, but she wasn't sure anymore since Danielle and Danial appeared to be meddling with it. There had not been a heroine reboot for several weeks now though there hadn't been any need either as no heroines had been unmasked or sold off to a life of white slavery or prostitution. Despite the folly of doing so, Nancy was on the verge of going to the fight scene anyway when she saw Witchfire appear to confront the Aberration. The red haired witch finally took down the monster though she seemed to have been hurt badly in the process. Nancy watched the after fight reporting for another couple of hours during which the blonde was sure she saw both Roberta Sanchez and Vic among those tending the wounded. Nancy watched both Tonya O'Donnell and Megan Fitzpatrick reporting on the incident and as unfond as she was of the latter, Nancy had to admire the woman's bravery after what she had been through. dhe [Shameless plug: For details of the fight with the Aberration, see Witchfire 8 by Silkcords.] Once it was fully dark and Nancy was satisfied that no one was watching the motel room, she made her way back home to see what information her little journey into porn had netted her. The USB stick had been loaded with custom programs that would search and download designated information and files. By plugging it directly into Smith's computer while he was logged on, she had been able to bypass any security and encryption that was protecting it. The programs would leave no trace. Even a computer expert would see nothing unusual if they examined Smith's computer other than the rightful owner had been using it. The special programs had been given a list of priorities to search for. Nancy now had Smith's complete contact list and some of his email. Even her programs needed time to work and download, so she had not gotten everything, so Candy might have to return for more when she got her movie break. For the moment, Nancy looked at Smith's contact list. Most of the email addresses were numbered accounts at various free services, but Smith had oh so helpfully supplied an alias to go with each address to make it easier to remember and so much easier for a snooping private eye. Nancy ran her eyes down the list and was not terribly shocked to see the names of Megan Fitzpatrick, Pamela Winston and Mitchell Wiggins. A few of the other names on the list were a bit more surprising. There was Randy Oaks the TV evangelist who had been at her strip show, Carter Ashton an advisor to Senator Williams and Hector Dozer a known middle management gangster. then Nancy's jaw dropped open with surprise when she read the name of Gregor Sandor, Bridge's head of security. The End