Delta City PI #21
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.  Delta City, Ms. Americana and the other heroines of Delta City belong to Mr. x. Witchfire / Krystal, Lt. Falcon, Sanctuary and its denizens are the creation of Silkcords.  Quinton Sullivan is the creation of Comix Fana.   Nancy and the other characters in this story are my creation.  Feel free to use my characters in your own  stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in these stories.  You can send all feedback to:

troi@hotmail.com
 

It was just after eight in the morning when John Smith stepped off the elevator at Erotica Video.  It promised to be a good day as they would be shooting a first movie with that big boobed pink haired bimbo.  He had sent pictures of her to his "special client" but had not heard back from him which had been a bit disappointing since those deals were highly profitable.  On the other hand, he was sure he could talk the ditz into working for half the normal rate and with tits like she had, he expected big sales from the video.  Who knows?  The girl could be the next Marilyn Chambers.

Smith said good morning to Carol and went into his office where he was surprised to find a nondescript looking man sitting in his guest chair.  "Who the hell are you?" asked Smith as he stopped dead to glare at the man.

"I'm your 8:10 appointment," said the man calmly.  "I'm here for the head cameraman position."

A puzzled look came over Smith's face.  Maybe he had forgotten about this appointment?  Was he really hiring a new head cameraman?  Wasn't that supposed to be camera operator now in these days of political correctness?  He crossed to his desk and hit the intercom button for Carol.  "Er, Carol do I have an 8:10 appointment?"

"No, you don't have any appointments this morning," began Carol and then she seemed to hesitate.  "Oh wait, sorry, I forgot you do have an appointment for hiring  a new cameraman.  I just found it on your schedule  I had forgotten all about it."

"Thanks," said Smith and he sat down and looked at his guest.  "So, what is your name and can I see your resume?  I had forgotten that Ted quit yesterday and we have a shoot today."  Of course Ted had quit yesterday, it was right, right after lunch wasn't it?  He had gotten a better offer, that was it.

The man in the guest chair handed Smith a piece of paper, but didn't answer the question about his name.

Smith studied the totally blank piece of paper he had been handed.  "This is a pretty impressive list of movies and people you have worked with.  You really worked with Ebony Ayes and Seka?"

The nondescript man nodded.  "Yes, among others.  I have worked with just about every big name in porn except Ron Jeremy.  Thank god.."

Smith put down the blank resume and leaned across his desk to shake the man's hand.  "Welcome to Erotica Video, we are shooting a new film this afternoon.  I hope you can start right away."

The man smiled at Smith.  "I wouldn't miss it for the world," he replied.   "The movie is going to end with a big bang.  A very big bang."

* * *

The dream was different tonight, but hardly comforting.  Instead of the scene where she straddled a man in bed and cut his throat, Nancy found herself covered in heavy chains whose very touch burned her.  She struggled to be free, managing with a great effort to wrench one hoof free, but then a red sphere of fire and pain decended on her and she woke screaming.  Hoof?  Nancy couldn't help herself and peered under the covers at her two very normal looking human feet.

Groaning, Nancy stumbled out of bed and headed for the bathroom  It had been yet another late night and capped off once more with her getting raped.  It was a pattern the detective didn't much care for and one she was determined to put a stop to.  The apartment and especially the shower seemed quiet and lonely this morning with both Christine and the Bog Thing gone.  Being by herself had never bothered her before, she reminded herself sternly as she showered and dressed.

Nancy picked up her paper from her apartment steps and glanced at the headline.  "Flying Pirate Ship Evades Coast Guard!"   Nancy skimed the article as she walked to her Honda.  It seemed there had been a few local fishers who had spotted the Mary Sue flying away from the oncoming Coast Guard cutter, though Nancy had to wonder what they had been fishing for after dark.  The story quoted some anonymous crew members on the Coast Guard ship, though the official release from the Coast Guard said only that one of their ships had responded to a possiblemayday and said nothing about flying ships.  One of the sailors claimed to have seen a big boobed naked blonde riding on the back of a dolphin which made the reporter question the sailor's blood alcohol level and his reliability as a witness.

* * * 

At her office, Nancy made a pot of coffee and then immediately regretted having done so when she took her first sip of the vile brew.  The detective sat at her desk pondering the number 12.  Why had the Bog Thing drawn that number on her mirror?  The underline was surely just to emphasize its importance, but what did it mean?  The first thing that came to mind was something like a bus locker, but in this day and age of terrorist bombs, all such lockers were checked and emptied on a regular basis.  If something had been left in such a locker, it wouldn't be there now.

A safety deposit box?  But without knowing the bank, let alone having a key that would be pretty much impossible to find.  Sports teams had numbers on their jersies, but so what?  A seat number?  In what arena or concert hall?  An apartment number?  A house number?  The possible meanings of the number wereso overwhelming, that Nancy didn't see how she could ever find out what Boggy had meant.

Nancy looked up as Ellen Pope burst into her office, eyes alive with excitement and carrying a bundle in her hands.  "I found it, I found it," she cried."  The young blonde practically skipped and danced across the office to stand in front of Nancy's desk, beaming down at her.

"Found what?" asked Nancy arching an eyebrow.

"Fancy's diary," exclaimed Ellen.  "I was out for an early morning swim with Raz and Taz.  I was just about to climb on board the Grey Lady when I saw some kind of box attached to the hull below the waterline.  I got it open and inside was something wrapped in waterproof wrapping.  When I got on board and opened it, I found it was Fancy's diary.  I couldn't wait to bring it here for you to see."

The younger blonde dropped the diary onto the desk and pulled one of the guest chairs around so she could sit beside the detective.  "I didn't even open it.  I wanted us to see it together."

Nancy thought Ellen had shown more restraint in this situation than she could have and reached out to open the diary.  Inside the front page were a number of loose sheets that the private eye put aside for the moment as they started to read some of the entries.

"I had to find a new hiding place for my diary.  I am sure Ellen has been reading it again..  This is the fourth time I had to find a new hiding place.  I love that kid,but damn she is a snoop.  If you are reading this right now Ellen, you are in bigtrouble!"

Nancy looked at Ellen who looked a bit sheepish.  "I thought you said you only read her diary once or maybe twice?"

"Ok, maybe it was four times or maybe five or six.  But I never saw it after she found the last hiding place,"  blurted out Ellen.

"Well since being a private eye is pretty much the same thing as being a professional snoop, I can't throw too many stones," said Nancy and they went back to reading the diary.  a lot of the stuff was personal and Nancy skimmmed over that out of respect for Fancy as she looked for information about anything the woman had discovered about Bridge.

"I talked to Dr. Deadmarsh again today.  He gave me some papers with the test results he ran on the four women he told daddy about.  Dr. Deadmarsh says he is being pressured to not waste time and resources on such unimportant cases, but Dr. Deadmarsh thinks there is a serial killer.  He had to send the blood samples to a private lab and pay for the work himself, so it wouldn't show up on the city books."

Nancy paused her reading to look at the loose pages she had found.  The detective was not surprised when she saw the names of the women.  They were the four cold cases Cindy had found for her:  Virginia Clover, Gail Saunders, Trisha Hemsworth, and Sarah George.  Nancy was wishing she had got a chance to meet Dr. Deadmarsh.  He seemed to have been both an intelligent and honest man and the latter seemed to have cost him his life.

A quick review of the lab reports showed all four women had the same neurotoxin in their blood.  If they could get a semen sample from Bridge and it showed the same neurotoxin, that might be enough to get an inditement, if not a conviction.

The last entry in Fancy's diary sent a chill down Nancy's spine.  She felt rather like Gandalf and Frodo reading the last entry in Balin's journal in the dark mines of Moria.

"The financial records daddy found link Bridge to EV.  I am sure he has killed at least four women and maybe more.  I tried to convince Ms. Americana, but she wouldn't listen, so I am going to use the secret entrance to the island and try to find the proof to convince her.  I also think Bridge is holding another woman there against her will and I have to try and save her."

Ellen and Nancy stared at that last entry and the blank pages that folowed it then looked at each other.  Nancy didn't say anything, but fished a tissue out of her desk for Ellen and one for herself.

"What is EV?" asked Ellen after giving her nose a blow and dropping the tissue in the wastebasket.

Nancy was looking through some of the other loose pages that appeared to be financial records. They showed money being transferred to and from Bridge involving several numbered companies.

"Some of these numbers look familiar," muttered Nancy and pulled up the research she had done the day before.  "Yes, they match.  EV is Erotica Video.  Bridge was paying them a good chunk of money."  Nancy looked at the dates.  "Two of them were a week before two of the cold case women died, Gail Sanders and Sarah George.  There are two more payments made after he moved to his island."

"Erotica Video?" asked Ellen.  "I don't understand.  Who are they and what do they have to do with anything?"

"A porn company I have been looking into," replied Nancy.  "In fact, I am going there this afternoon to try and find out more.  I think they were sort of a clearing house or whatever you want to call it for the girls Bridge killed, or at least some of them."

"So, what do we do now?" asked Ellen.

"First we go to a print shop and make photocopies of everything and hide them in the  best places we can think of.  We'll also scan it and store it on the cloud to make doubly sure.  After that, it might be best to put the originals back where you found them.  If a snoop like you couldn't find them until now, I doubt anyone else can."

Ellen nodded in agreement.  "No one is going to find them unless they are swimming under the Grey Lady, and Raz and Taz will make sure they are safe."

"The other thing I want to do is find out more about Dr. Deadmarsh's death.  I know he was shot, but surely the police could not have ignored the murder of the city's chief coroner like they did some fairly anonymous women."

"What about this secret entrance that Fancy mentioned?" asked Ellen.

"I don't know," admitted Nancy.  "That mansion of his is huge with lots of doors and I don't see what the purpose of a hidden door would be on an isolated island like that.  Bridge didn't even have a huge security wall around his house, so why a hidden entrance?"

Ellen frowned.  "The way Fancy wrote it, the secret entrance almost seems to be to the island and not the house, but how do you have a secret entrance to an island?"

* * *

Nancy put in a quick call to Cindy who had been busy at the moment, but said she would look up the details on Deadmarsh's shooting when she got a chance.  After the photocopying and scanning had been done, Ellen left with the originals to return them to their hiding spot on the Grey Lady while Nancy pondered her next move.  A quick Internet check had told her that the currant Delta City Chief Coroner was one Dr. Frederick Worthington and that he had been an assistant to Dr. Deadmarsh.  Perhaps the current coroner could shed some light on the death of his predecessor.

Dr. Worthington was not happy to see Nancy.  The detective had caught up to him just as he was exiting his office and told him her name and showed him her PI license.  Dr. Worthington was a tall skinny man who seemed to have little more flesh than some skeletons she had seen and he was as bald as a skeleton as well.

"A private eye?" the man practically sneered and pronounced private eye in the same tone that someone might say "dog shit" when asked what they had stepped in.  "I can't imagine what I might have to say to a private eye or even why I should even talk to you at all."
"I'm looking into the deaths of four women who were killed when Dr. Deadmarsh was the Chief Coroner and you were his assistant," said Nancy trying to keep her voice calm.  "Obviously, I can't ask Dr. Deadmarsh about them, so I was hoping you could shed some light on them."

"I don't know anything about them," declared Worthington and he turned away to head to the main examining room.  "I am an extremely busy man, and I have an autopsy to perform, so if you will excuse me."

"You don't know anything about the deaths of four women whose names I havent even given you yet?" said Nancy which caused Worthington to spin around and glare at her.

"Their names don't matter," snapped Dr. Worthington.  "I am obligated by the law to protect their privacy, even in death."

Nancy shrugged.  "Interesting you mention the law.  I guess if you won't talk to me, my next stop will have to be to see Lt. Falcon and let him talk to you about them in a more official setting.  I also wanted to talk to you about Dr. Deadmarsh's death as well."

"Just what the hell are you suggesting Ms. Detective," thundered Worthington.

"I wasn't suggesting anything at all," replied Nancy calmly.  "You were his assistant at the time of his murder and I was wondering if he had confided anything to you about being worried or concerned over his own safety."  Nancy regarded Worthington steadily, but the man's reaction had wheels going around behind her eyes.  Why did this man seem so defensive over an innocent question?  She had absolutely no reason to suspect the good doctor of anything, until he reacted the way he did.

"Very well, if you insist on talking to me, then you will have to do it while I carry out my autopsy," grated Worthington and he set off once more with Nancy following after him.

The main examining room was pretty much what you saw on television shows.  Along one wall was a bank of temperature controlled lockers that kept the deceased in pristine condition, or at least maintained the condition in which they entered the morgue.  In the center of the room was a large stainless steel table with gutters to collect and channel blood.  On top of the table was a figure covered in a white sheet.  Worthington examined the tag attached to the toe of the subject.

"Alexander Harris," he muttered more to himself than Nancy and then whipped the sheet off to display a naked man in his early twenties.  The coroner glanced over at Nancy to see if she had reacted to this, but Nancy was simply putting on the mask and gloves one of Worthington's assistants had handed her.  What did the man expect, she wondered.  Did he think she had never seen a naked man before?  Or perhaps she was supposed to  react to the fact he was dead?

"Alexander Harris," repeated Worthington looking away from her, this time in a louder voice as the assistant had started the mandatory audio recording.  "Male, age unknown, but he appears to be in his early twenties and of African-American descent."

Worthington then picked up a scalpal and began to open up the chest of the deceased, peelingback the skin to reveal all the organs.

"So, what were the names of the four women you are so concerned about?" asked Worthington as he muted his mic with a touch.  Nancy told him the names of Virginia Clover, Gail Saunders, Trisha Hemsworth and Sarah George, but he shook his head at each name.  "No, none of those names ring a bell.  We get so many bodies through here though, I can't be certain."

"Dr. Deadmarsh thought their deaths were suspicious and wanted to carry out more tests, but he was getting pressure from above not to waste time and resources on them," commented Nancy as Dr. Worthington removed the subject's heart and held it up where she could see it.  apparently, he is going for the Quincy effect, thought the blonde.  Too bad, I haveprobably seen more dead bodies than he has.

"Who told you that? demanded Worthington, seeming to forget about the heart he was holding in his gloved hands.

"I have my sources," replied Nancy evasively.  "Hmmm, the left ventricle doesn't look too good does it?"

Worthington seemed to remember the heart and glanced at it before dumping it onto the scale for weighing.  "I thought you said you were a private eye, but now you seem to think you are a doctor," he said sarcastically.

"So, you do remember Dr. Deadmarsh being pressured to not investigate the deaths of those four women to carefully?" asked Nancy, ignoring the doctor's comment.

Worthington tried to shrug it away.  "We are always getting pressured to cut costs.  To do more with less"

"I would like to see the records for those four women," said Nancy as Worthington removed the heart from the scale after the assistant had noted the weight and the coroner began to remove one of the lungs.

"I can't allow that," replied Worthington.  "that is something you will have to discuss with your Lt. Falcon.".

Nancy nodded, but didn't push the issue.  She already had the records that mattered, but there was no point in letting Worthington know that.  "What about Dr. Deadmarsh himself then?  Had he seemed nervous or worried in the days before he was killed?  Did he talk to you about anything that was bothering him?"

"No," said Worthington.  "We didn't socialize outside of work.  Now if you will excuse me detective," and the sneer was back in his voice, "but I have work to do here."

Nancy glanced around again at the room and shrugged.  The meeting had brought more questions than answers which sometimes could be a good thing.

* * *

After checking to make sure no one was in sight, Nancy stepped out of the bushes onto the path in the park as she wiped her lips with a tissue.  Before leaving home that morning, she had phoned Reggie, her supplier of the weird and unusual.  Reggie never asked what she wanted it for, he just named a price and a place to meet.  She had gotten her usual discount and the item was just what she needed.  The detective took her restored tablet from her trenchcoat pocket and slipped it into the lead line cover that Reggie had sold her.  She had kept it powered off since Pari fixed it until she could get this protection for it since she doubted even demons could do anything to it without it being powered up.

Nancy checked her watch. and saw she still had a couple of hours before she was due at Erotica Video.  That gave her time for a quick visit to Sanctuary.  Of the dozen missing Aphrodite heroines, she had only managed to identify two, Blue Bird and Megan Fitzpatrick's sister.  She was afraid that she knew two more of them if her suspicions about the connection between Amy Charles and Eve Golden with Erotica Video turned out to be true.  She or rather Candy, would hopefully learn more this afternoon.  That left at least eight missing women and Sanctuary, now that Witchfire had introduced her to it, was a promising source of information in her quest to find them.  Nancy hoped that they would all turn out to be living peacefully in retirement, having decided the super heroine life was not for them, but was not betting on it after seeing the haunted looks on the people in Sanctuary.

Thinking of those looks gave Nancy pause.  Just blundering around from table to table, trying to get people to talk to her would most likeley scare the people off she needed most to talk to.  A more subtle strategy was required.  In part that would simply be to become a known and recognized quantity in Sanctuary, but another avenue was suggested to her by her stomach rumbling.

Fifteen minutes later, Nancy stepped into her apartment carrying six extra large pizzas from Wongs.  Mr. Wong had given her the "clan discount" as well as the usual boob grope which he assured her was just to make sure she was the genuine Detective Boobs and not a shape shifter or anything nefarious.  Nancy clipped her business card to each box which read: 

Nancy Peye Investigations
#401 1369 Holmes St.
Delta City
(555) 555-5555

No case too large, no case too small, no case to weird

The detective then took out the token Witchfire had given her and a second later was standing in Sanctuary.  Dani, the First Nations woman she had met the day before was behind the bar as Nancy dropped the pizzas on top of the smooth wooden surface.

"I was getting hungry and thought maybe some of the people here might be to," explained Nancy at Dani's raised eyebrow.

Nancy opened one box and took a slice of pizza from it and found a vacant table to sit and eat.  One slice wasn't normally enough, but she suspected that acting in a porn movie was something like stripping and best done without having eaten too much beforehand.

Nancy left an hour later.  No one had come over to talk to her except Dani who had introduced a handsome young man she called Berto.  Nancy didn't think it required a professional detective to see that Dani and Berto were an item.  The blonde also suspected that Berto was that rare sought after Adonis male.  The lack of progress in learning anything had been expected and so didn't worry Nancy.  The detective hadn't even tried to show photos of the missing women to Dani or Berto.  The pair were friendly, but too much too soon might put them off, and Nancy was prepared to be patient. Some people had glanced her way when going to the bar to get the free pizza and a few had discreetly read the business cards she had attached to them.  Nancy had left some more of her cards on empty tables before leaving.
* * *

Danielle and Danial stepped out of the large downtown office building into the street and Tendril and Moonsilver  stepped out of their concealment to trail along after them.

"I find working with humans to be extremely distasteful.  The man is a fool with delusions of godhood," complained Danielle.

Danial shrugged.  "He is a useful tool," he said and paused, "at least for now."

"True," agreed Danielle.  He and his pathetic group have harassed and assaulted the Aphrodite cows so as to provide us with an abundance of sexual energy, but we could easily have done that ourselves."

"We have discussed this before," said Danial.  "The humans provide a useful buffer for us.  If the Aphrodite sluts learn of the organized attack on them, they will go after these expendable humans while we regroup in the shadows and formulate new plans."

At that point, the pair of well dressed and rich looking demons passed by the mouth of an alley and two silent men krept out, knives in hand behind them.  There was a pair of strangled cries from behind the two demons and the interrupted their discussion long enough to briefly glance over their shoulders.  The two would be muggers were dangling in mid air with black and silver tendrils wrapped around their obviously broken necks.  The tendrils deposited the bodies in an overflowing dumpster and the four of them moved on.

"Do youthinkthey were sent by our erstwhile allies?" asked Danielle indifferently.

"Probably not," replied Danial.

"Those allies have been much less productive recently," complained Danielle.  "Ever since the arrival of that red haired witch."

"Agreed," said Danial.  "The Aberration was most disappointing.  I had hoped he would publically rape the entire She Legion herd, but all he managed to do was scare one paltry newswoman.  It didn't even give me a mild tingle."

"And much the same from that useless Golden Qilin.  All she managed to do was rip the top of Amazing Babe which hardly requires any skill at all.  The dumb slut is fully capable of losing her top all by herself."

"And it was the witch who spoiled the fun in both cases," growled Danial.

"Maybe it is time we dealt with her ourselves?" suggested Danielle.

"No, that is too risky," said Danial.  "The humans say they have plans for her.  Let them try first."

"She was up on the mountain the other day when we detected interdimensional activity.  Do you think she has summoned reinforcements?  Other witches to aid her perhaps?" asked Danielle.

Danial shrugged.  "If she has, then all the more reason to let the humans try to deal with her.  Let them stick their head in the lion's mouth while we stand back in the shadows and observe."

Now it was Danielle's turn to nod in agreement.  And what about our own personal slut?  Her activities are starting to negate her usefullness to us.  I do not like the way she appeared to totally disappear for an hour or so yesterday.  It was as if she was no longer in this dimension.  We know we still have her communications blocked with her thrice damned employers, but then where did she go?  Also, it was extremely dangerous for her to encounter that bog creature.  It is a powerful wildcard that we cannot control."

"We had no choice," shrugged Danial.  The mechanism is damaged as it is.  We could not afford to lose a nexus point.  Perhaps though, it is time to fully convert her to our service.  We anticipated that need when we sent that statue to Hood.  We can activate that plan any time we choose."

"I think that time is now," said Danielle.

"Agreed," said Danial.

[Author's Note:  See Witchfire 8 for her fight with the Aberration and Witchfire 10 for the fight with the Golden Qilin.  Both stories by Silcords.  Golden Qilin first appeared in Delta City PI #9 where she got her super powers by stealing slices of a unicorn horn.  A Qilin is the Chinese name or version of a unicorn.  Sandra decided that Golden Qilin was much more dignified than Horny Girl!]

* * *

Nancy followed the same precautions as the last time Candy had visited Erotica Video.  She wanted to take no chances on anyone seeing the pink haired bimbo leaving either her apartment or her office building, so after making sure she was not being tailed, the detective checked into another hooker motel where she could change into her Candy Floss persona.

So it was that a short while later Candy Floss strutted into the reception area of Erotica Video and Carol's eyes lighted up at the sight.  "Ah there they are, er I mean there you are," said the blonde licking her lips and staring at Candy's jiggling boobs.

Candy smacked her gum noisily and then blew a bubble as big as her head whichpopped and the pink haired woman sucked the gum back into her mouth.  "Yep, I'm here to become a big star.  I figure I am gonna be bigger than that blonde Jenna something or other."

"Jameson?" asked Carol who picked up her wastebasket and held it out to the bimbo.  Candy looked blankly at the outstretched receptacle for a few seconds and then a light seemed to come on dimly in her head and she spit out her gum into the wastebasket.

Carol indicated the door to her right.  "Go through there, the HR office is the first door on your left.  After you are done um filling out the forms, Mr. Jones will bring you to the set which is at the far end of that corridor.  I will see you there."

"Cool," said Candy, "You going to be in the movie too?"

"Yes, we have a scene together," smiled Carol in anticipation.

"Awesome," replied Candy.  "I loved eating out your pussy last time.".  Candy then gave Carol a lewd wink and wiggled and jiggled her way through the door.  The pink haired woman found herself as Carol had said in a corridor lined with offices, change rooms, and at the far end it seemed to open up into a large studio area.  The HR office door was partly ajar, so when Candy knocked on it, the door swung all the way open.

Candy saw a near clone of John Smith sitting behind the exact same desk.  They must get them in bulk, thought Candy, both the men and the desks.  The man was another middle aged, dark haired guy with the start of a paunch and a greasy look to him.  The name plate read "Jack Jones".  You would think these guys could come up with an original false name at least, but Candy supposed such a common name might make it difficult for law enforcement to find the right guy.

Jones looked up as the door swung open and he smiled, though the smile never made it to those watery blue eyes.  "You must be Candy, come on in and close the door.  I have some forms for you to fill out."  Candy went to sit in the single guest chair, but Jones shook his head and patted his lap.  "Come sit here baby, so I can help you with the forms.  Some of them are pretty complicated."

I'll bet, thought Candy but she just gave the son of a bitch a broad smile and bounced around the desk to sit on his lap.  As she settled herself, Candy could already feel his erection pressing into her ass.  Jones handed her a pen and as Candy leaned forward to look at the forms, the HR manager cupped one of her tits in each hand and began to squeeze them through her thin top.

Candy began to grind her ass into Jones hardon while she filled out the oh so very hard question of her first name.  By the time she got to her last name, Jones had pulled her top up over her boobs and was playing with her nipples.  As Candy started to fill in her made up address, she felt Jones lift her up off his lap by her hips for a moment and heard a zipper being pulled down.    His hands pulled aside her thong as she was settled back onto his lap and his cock pushed up between her pussy lips into her before she could write her zip code.

Jones gave a moan of pleasure and started to bounce Candy up and down on his cock.  Candy could see his eyes were half closed as he stopped paying attention to anythingexcept the pleasure his cock was getting from hersqueezing her pussy tight on it.  Still writing with her right hand, Candy leaned down and slipped the USB drive she had palmed from her top into the front USB port.  With her programs now running, Candy went back to moaning softly and seeming to be having problems concentrating on the form.  It took her a good five minutes to remember and write her social insurance number.

Candy did her best to stretch the fucking out as long as she could while her search programs roamed through Jones' computer.  When Jones finally blew his load into her pussy, Candy was just signing the form.  She gave Jones a few more minutes to enjoy the sensation of his cock being cradled in her love box before sliding off him and sinking to her knees in front of him.  She then took her time cleaning his cock off with her tongue before finally reaching behind her to slip the USB drive from the computer and hide it in her top as she stood up and Jones started to focus on the world again.

Jones glanced down at the completed form and gave the girl a smile.  "You did a very good jobMs. Floss.  I think that is all the forms I need filled out for today, but there might be more the next time you come in."

"I sure hope so Mr. Jones, lied Candy and beamed at him.

* * *
 
Having filled out all the necessary forms, Jones took Candy down to the studio area and turned her over to a young African-American woman who introduced herself as Marla.  "You probably need a shower after visiting HR," said Marla with a sympathetic smile and directed Candy to a bathroom with a shower.  "Don't bother with clothes when you are done," she added.  "Just wrap a towel around yourself and I will do your makeup and the towell is your wardrobe for the first scene."

After a quick shower and her makeup done by a very efficient Marla, Candy found herself standing on the set for the first scene with only that towell and her hair still slightly damp while around her lights were turned on and cameras started.  John Smith came over to Candy along with two other men.

"This is Nick, who is in the first scene with you" said Smith gesturing to a fairly good looking young blonde man.  Nick smiled at her and offered his hand for her to shake.  "And this is um, this is our head cameraman," continued Smith introducing a nondescript short haired man.

The cameraman didn't offer his hand or his name.  "We will be using three mounted cameras," he said "and a hand held unit for closeups.  If you don't know where else to look, look at my camera.  The perverts who buy porn love it when the bimbo looks directly into the camera, especially for those sticky money shots."  With that, the man whose name Candy still hadn't gotten turned away and walked back to his camera.

"Don't mind him," said Nick.  "He has always been a jerk."  Then a puzzled look came over Nick's face and he glanced over at the cameraman. "Or at least I think he always has been," he muttered to himself.

Candy gave a vacuous nod and then looked at Smith.  "Um, what is the movie about?  I wasn't given any script to memorize or anything."

Smith reached out and behind her to pat Candy's ass.  "Don't worry about it.  The movie is called 'Candy Floss Saves the World'  It will be a great debut vehicle for you.  There will be three scenes.  In the first, you are making out with your boyfriend Nick in his dorm room and then you get beamed up to an alien spaceship.  You got a scene in the prison cell with Carol and then to cap it off, you makeout with the alien.  It decides Earth is too nice of a place to conquer and so you save the Earth.  Great idea huh?"

"It sounds great," enthused Candy, "but what about my lines?"

"Just act natural baby," replied Smith and gave her ass another pat and squeeze. "Just make sure to moan a lot when you are getting fucked and say how much you like it.  That is all the wankers who buy it really want."

This moron wasn't even trying to make good porn, thought Candy, assuming that good porn wasn't an oxymoron.  Smith was just turning out schlock and pocketing as much money as he could.  Candy wasn't sure why this bothered her.  She wasn't here for the acting, but she needed to complete the movie to maintain her cover and it was just her nature to do the best she could at whatever job she was given, even acting in a crappy porn movie.

So, when Smith yelled action, Candy strolled sexily onto the set through a door that supposedly led to a nonexistent bathroom and over to her "boyfriend" Nick who was sitting at a desk pretending to be studying.  "Oh come on baby," said Candy, still wearing only a towel, as she leaned against him and pressed her boobs into the back of his neck.  "You have done enough studying, lets have some fun."

Nick put down his book and reached out to run a hand over Candy's face.  "In a while babe, I have a midterm tomorrow."

Candy pouted her lips and then stepped back dropping the towel to the floor to stand there naked.  "Well would you rather study that silly old book or study me?" she asked and turned her back on Nick and gave her ass a wiggle as she walked over to the bed.  Nick looked from Candy back to his discarded book and then back at Candy as she climbed onto the bed and began to run her hands over her giant melons.

"No real choice at all," sighed Nick and he got up from his chair and walked to the bed, removing his clothes as he went.  "No choice at all."

A moment later, a naked Nick was crawling on top of Candy and kissing her as his hands groped and played with those large soft boobs.  Candy remembered her instructions and began to moan softly as the blonde man squeezed her jugs and pinched the nipples until they were hard.  "Oh yes baby," that feels so good," moaned Candy and she pulled Nick's mouth down onto her tits and he began to suck her nipples.

After a minute or so of Nick alternating between Candy's boobs, he kissed her deeply before they changed positions to put Candy kneeling between his legs.  Nick's cock was standing up straight and proud, a nice robust eight inches of meat.  Candy opened her mouth wide and then slowly lowered her face onto the upthrust pole and engulfed it in her mouth.  "Oh yeah baby, suck my cock," gasped Nick as he stroked Candy's long pink hair and watched the woman start to bob her mouth up and down on his shaft.

Candy had Nick's entire length in her mouth and was sucking and licking on it  feverishly when the "dorm room" door opened and two other guys came into the "room". 

"Hey Nickbuddy, whose the talent?" asked a large African-American guy.

"Hey guys," moaned Nick as he shot his eyes briefly to the newcomers and then back to Candy's mouth where his dick had disappeared.  "This is Candy.  Candy, these are my buds Ben and Mike."

Well this sure wasn't in the script she didn't have, thought Candy as she knelt there with her mouthfull of cock, but she had no choice but to roll with it.  Candy pulled her mouth off Nick's cock and drool dripped from her chin as she gave the newcomers  a smile and a little finger wave.  "Hi guys."

"So you gonna share bro?" asked Mike who was a small skinny asian.

"Of course," agreed Nick as he ran his hands through Candy's pink hair.  "You don't mind do you baby?"

"No, of course not," gushed Candy, not that she had any option as Ben and Mike were already stripping off their clothes.  Surprisingly, despite their relative sizes, it was the skinny Mike who had the longer cock at nearly ten inches while Ben was a couple of inches shorter, though he made up for it in thickness.

As Ben and Mike joined them on the bed, there was a shuffling of bodies and positions.  Candy found herself being lowered onto Ben's thick black cock which thankfully he had lubed up good and he began to push it into her ass.  Mike moved to crouch over the pink haired woman's face and Candy opened her mouth as he started to slide it in deeper and deeper until it was pushing into her throat.  As the "boyfriend" Nick got the first crack at her pussy, and he was soon inside her.  

Well, I don't have to worry much about those lines I don't have thought Candy as Mike began to pump his hard ten inches in and out of her mouth making it pretty much impossible to make anything but gurgling choking noises.  Ben thrust his hips up into her, pushing his cock as deep into her ass as he could get it and Nick was now pounding away at her pussy to complete the triple penetration.  From the corner of her eye, Candy could see Smith standing behind the cameras looking very pleased with his little surprise.  The cameraman she had met had an intense look on his face as he worked that Candy found disturbing though she couldn't say why that was.

Apparently the male actors had been given a bit more direction on how things were to proceed than Candy as their money shots had been sequenced in advance.  Mike was the first to go, pulling his long cock out of Candy's throat and blasting a thick load of cum over her gasping face and leaving white gobs in her pink hair.   When he was done, Candy was pulled off Ben's fat cock with an audible pop that the cameras picked up and Nick moved out of the way so he could explode all over Candy's quivering breasts in a near volcanic like erruption that left a huge puddle of warm spunk.  Last came Nick, who slid his cock from Candy's cunt and aimed his cock upwards to splatter mostly on her stomach and pubic mound.

"Cut," yelled Smith and stepped over to the bed grinningdown at the cum coated Candy.  "That was great baby, simply great."

Candy gave the director her best bimbo smile while she mentally castrated him with a rusty penknive.  "That's great Mr. Smith.  I loved it."

The second scene in this less than high budget drama was to take place in a prison cell on the alien ship.  Apparently after getting triple teamed, the spunky (quite literally) Candy Floss was beamed aboard the alien ship on her way to the shower.  The alien had apparently been attracted by the intensity of the human female's sexual action.  Smith assured her they would handle the transportation using special effects and CGI after having Candy pose briefly in front of a green screen.

The crew then rolled out the dorm scene and rolled in the prison cell scene which consisted of a couple of cots and a very fake looking set of bars.  Like any self respecting alien ship used steel bars anymore, thought Candy.

The second scene started with Candy suddenly appearing in the cell and lookingconfused, still naked and with cum drying on her skin.

"What?  Where am I?  What is going on?" cried Candy looking around in fright.

"It's ok baby," said the already naked Carol who got up from one of the cots where she had been laying and put her arms around the pink haired girl.  "You got beamed aboard an alien spaceship."

"Sp, spaceship?" said Candy with a trembling in her voice. "How is that ok?  I want to go home. I was just in my boyfriend's dorm room and now I am on aspaceship?"

"Looks like you and your boyfriend were having fun," smirked Carol as she dipped her fingers in the large puddle of cum on Candy's chest.

"You don't get that much cum from one cock," said another female voice and a second naked woman got up from the other cot to stand on Candy's other side.  "I think the new slut was entertaining at least three cocks to get that much spunk on her."

The newcomer was a huge breasted asian woman with quite obviously pumped up siliconbreasts that had to be at least an H cup thought Candy.  Smith seemed to favour actresses who imitated more famous porn stars.  If Carol looked like Kascha then this woman looked a lot like Minka who had often been known to boast of having the biggest boobs in the world.

"You could be right Jade," said Carol as she leaned down and dipped her tongue into the puddle of cum.  "What about it sweetie?  Were you getting it on with a whole gang of guys?"

"Well kind of," admitted Candy as Jade also began to lick at the cum on her boobs.

"That explains why they grabbed you then," said Jade.  "The aliens always pick the sluttiest girls to abduct."

"Are you two both slutty girls then?" asked Candy as the other two women continued to lick the cum from her neck and tits.

"What do you think?" asked Carol and turned Candy's head and captured her lips in a long deep kiss.

"Yeah, I think you are both slutty girls," moaned Candy as she reached down and rubbed the pussies of her new friends, one with each hand.  Carol and Jade giggled and led Candy over to one of the cots where they laid her down with her legs spread wide.  Carol positioned herself between Candy's legs while Jade lowered her shaved asian pussy onto Candy's face.	

Candy stuck out her tongue and began to lick Jade's already dripping wet pussy while the asian woman played with her own massive boobs and began to moan in the proscribed pornographic manner.  Between her legs, Candy felt, but couldn't see, Carols tongue slide into her own pussy and begin to lick.

"mmm, you are so tasty honey," moaned Carol as she went to work sucking on Candy's clit which elicited muffled moans and gasps of pleasure from Candy who continued to tongue Jade's pussy.

"Oh fuck, she eats pussy real good," gasped Jade. "You have got to give her a try."  Carol nodded and got up and she and Jade switched positions.  Carol settled herself on Candy's face and the pink haired woman went to work on her new subject who was soon nearly screaming with pleasure.  Between her legs, Jade took one of her huge nipples and began to rub it over Candy's clit.  After doing this for a minute or so, the busty asian took over the job with her mouth.

 Carol rode up and down on Candy's face for several minutes, alternating between groping her own boobs and reaching down to fondle Candy's jugs as they bounced and jiggled on her chest.  Finally with a still louder scream, Carol began to squirt her juices all over Candy's face and filling her mouth multiple times as the pink haired woman swallowed every drop she could.

Jade now moved up to lie on top of Candy, kissing her on the lips and grinding her pussy into that of the other woman.  For once, Candy's large breasts almost looked small as they were smothered by Jades massive udders.  Jade and Candy came almost simultaneously as their pussies continued to slide over each other and their juices drenched their thighs and ran down their legs in a steady trickle.

The scene ended as the three women kissed each other, switching partners to invoke all the possible combinations.

The third scene in this almost laughable movie, even by the low standards of the porn industry, was to involve Candy getting it on with the alien shipcaptain.  This turned out to be another actor named Tim who was dressed up in the most unrealistic, cheap lookingcostume money couldn't buy.  It was a putrid green colour which Nancy supposed was to represent slime and had a bunch of tentacles made out of foam, though the only two tentacles that could really do anything were Tim's arms which were also covered in foam.

"We painted his dick green," said Smith.  "There is a little hole in the costume for it to poke out of.  You will have to thrash around a lot to make it look like his other tentacles are fucking you."

"It had better wash off like you said it would," Tim said in a petulant tone.

Smith ignored the disgruntled actor who was already cooking under the hot lights as they readied the set.  That didn't take long as it consisted of a large king sized bed.  It seemed that the aliens must have shopped at Ikea thought Candy as she moved into position, getting on the bed.  Unable to see very well in the ridiculous costume, Tim flopped onto the bed partly on top of Candy.

"Ok, action," shouted Smith and Tim began to rather clumsily grope Candy's boobs with his foam covered hands while Candy did her best to thrash about and moan.  Candy was looking for Smith to see if he would stop this farce when she saw the cameraman making some weird gesture with his hands that reminded her more than a little of what Dr. Weird had done in her shower to magically strengthen the wards to the hellish portal.

A change seemed to come over Tim as suddenly his tentacles were moving with much more purpose and dexterity as they squeezed Candy's boobs, stroked her body and began to vibrate against her pussy and ass.  Candy took a closer look at Tim and quickly realized she was not in bed with Tim anymore as a pair of glowing yellow eyes were regarding her with malevoance as it groped her and dripped very real slime onto her bare skin.

Surely Smith and the others watching could not have  missed this transformation, but everyone else was carrying on as if nothing unusual had happened though there seemed to be a kind of glassy look to Smith's eyes and those others she could see.  Then she saw the cameraman smirkingat her and giving a little wave of his hand.

Before Candy could decide what to do, the creature she was now sharing a bed with grabbed her with its tentacles and flipped her over onto her hands and knees and rammed a very large slimy tentacle into both her ass and pussy.  Candy arched her back and opened her mouth to scream for help, but a third tentacle rammed down her throat and only a very muffled choking sound emerged.  There was still no reaction from Smith or any of the other watchers and the three tentacles began to piston in and out of the pink haired woman.  Candy's boobs swayed and bounced crazily and the bed creaked under her.  The thing seemed to be actually trying to somehow fit a second tentacle into Candy's ass and her face was thrown into the pillow where it banged on something hidden under the pillow.

Candy mentally cursed whatever idiot had left a prop or whatever it was under the pillow as her face was now beingsmacked into it with every thrust of the thing fucking her.  Candy managed to shift the pillow a bit to see what the object was and froze.  It was not a dildo or some other sexual accessory that had been forgotten under the pillow.  It was in fact a bomb.

From the continued glassy stares of all the watchers except the smirking cameraman, Candy decided she was not going to get any helpfrom them.  Now the cameraman held upfive fingers and grinned at her.  Fuck, he meant there was five minutes until the bomb went off!  That was when the thing got its second tentacle into Candy's ass and things went gray for a moment from the pain.  By the time things steadied down, the cameraman was only holding up four fingers.

Trying to ignore the mixture of pain and pleasure cruising through her body, Candy slipped a hand under the pillow trying to explore the bomb.  She had only had a glimpse of it, but she thought it was using a Delta 54T type timer.  Yes, there were the three wires leading to it and oh holy fuck,it is trying to get a second tentacle into my pussy now. Healing factor, don't fail me now, thought Candy as she felt her pussy beingstretched impossibly wide.  The damn tentacle was rubbing over her g spot now as if deliberately trying to distract her from the bomb.

Candy felt her body convulse in an orgasm and then another one and another one.  The only good thing was that all the juices she was gushing out were lubing those tentacles in her pussy and making them slide easier.  But how much time had she lost?  The cameraman held up two fingers.

Candy desperately tried to remember what she knew about the Delta 54T timer.  Let's see three wires.  One green, one red, one black.  Pull the right wire out and all was good.  Pull the wrong wire and kaboom.  She had a one in three chance of doing it right.  Which wire was it?  Damn, she couldn't see the wires at all, so it would be a blind guess with lousy odds.  That was when the tentacles began to blast off inside all three of her openings.  Candy gagged and swallowed what felt like a gallon of slimy cum as her pussy and ass filled to overflowing.

Now the cameraman was holding up only one finger and giving her a wave goodbye with the other hand.  

Candy had a sudden moment of clarity as she forced back what would be a life ending orgasm.  It had been the Delta 54S timer that you disarmed with one of the three wires.  The T version would go no matter which wire you cut or disconnected.  That was how her old friend Lavoie had died in Paris when he tried to defuse a terrorist bomb and they hadn't known about the  T upgrade.  To disarm a T, you had to find the little resistor just below where the wires connected and you gave it a yank like this.

Absolutely nothing happened.

Had she done it?  Candy looked at the cameraman, but he was gone, or rather another very confused looking man was standing behind that camera.  On the bed, the creature was gone and Tim was back also looking confused with one of his foam hands shoved in her pussy and the other in her ass while a large puddle of cum formed on the sheets.

* * *

Candy walked very stiffly out of the elevator on the ground floor of the Erotica Video building.  Smith had been estatic when he looked at the rough video of the last scene.  He couldn't stop gushingabout how realistic it looked and what a great job the costume designer and Tim had done.  Candy had grabbed some towels to help clean the cum from her body and slipped the bomb from under the pillow and hid it under one of the soaked towels that no one really wanted to touch.  She had dressed quickly, not even bothering to shower and gotten the hell out of there.  Candy didn't know exactly what kind of explosive the bomb used, so timer deactivated or not, she was not going to just leave it around.  No one seemed to care or even notice her leavingwith her towell wrapped bundle.

Back in her hourly rental motel room with her pink wig off, Nancy breathed a sigh of relief when she got a better look at the bomb.  According to the analysis from her tablet, it used a type of very powerful liquid explosive, but there was no way for it to go off without the spark from the timer to detonate it.  There was, however, enough explosive to have made sure Erotica Video was going to be nothing more than a glowing ember and likely the floors immediately above and below would have gone as well.

"You're no fun at all," said a male voice in Nancy's ear as she was bent over the bomb lying on the desk in the motel room.  With sheer reflex, the detective smashed a fist back at the figure, but he leaped back out of range with remarkable speed.

"Now, now that's not very friendly of you," said the nondescript man who had been the cameraman for her shoot.

"Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?" asked Nancy, more out of an attempt to stall for time than any genuine curiosity on her part.  What she wanted was her gun in her trenchcoat that was lying on the bed, but the man was now between her and the bed.
Well, it looked like a man, but Nancy was guessing he was something else entirely, maybe another demon like Danielle and Danial.
"I told you what I wanted," said the man or whatever he was with a smirk.  "I wanted some fun and yu went and spoiled it again."

Again?  Nancy didn't know how she had spoiled this asshole's fun before.  "I take it you are an associate of Danielle and Danial? hazarded Nancy to see what reaction that got.

The man shook his head.  "Oh, I know them.  I wouldn't call them friends or associates, but you could say we are sort of neighbors in the multiverse.  Their dimension and mine are right next to each other.  I can't say they are very good neighbors, but they can be entertaining.  When I saw that they were fooling around in this world, I had to come see what they were up to.  You seem to be one of their favourite playthings, and I can certainly understand why from your performance today.  That Zaxian who you fucked should have ripped you in two and yet yu just walked away like a bow legged sailor back on dry land after six months at sea."

"Well now that you have had your entertainment, why don't you just buzz off home?" snapped Nancy.

"Sorry, I am having way too much fun," chuckled the man.  "In the spirit of the game, however, I can tell you that if you can make me say my name backwards, I must return to my home dimension for 48 of your hours."

"And what is your name then?" asked Nancy remembering the malevolent little imp that plagued Superman in the comics.

"Ah, no you won't trick me so easy," snickered the man.  "If I don't tell you my name, there is no way you can make me go back.  I am having way too much fun to want to leave."

"That hardly makes for a fair game," pointed out Nancy.

The man shrugged.  "Sue me," and he actually gave Nancy a raspberry.

"I think I will call you Seymour then," said Nancy.  "You know like that porn guy Seymour Butts.  You look like a seymour and you are a pain in the butt."

"My name is not Seymour," snapped the man.  "I won't answer to a silly name like Seymour."

"Hmm, how about Cedric then?" asked Nancy.  "You seem like a rather annoying guy and Cedric always struck me as the name for an annoying overbearing moron."

"I am not a Cedric," said the man getting angrier.  "I don't like the way you are insulting me."

Nancy shrugged.  "What do you think of Pee Wee then?  You know like the little twit pervert who used to have a cartoon show for kiddies.  I think you would be a great Pee Wee and that name would probably match your dick size too."

"My name is not Pee Wee," said the man who was now yelling with anger, "and my dick is much more than average I will have you know."

"Well, I doubt your name is Rumplestiltskin," snickered Nancy.  "You couldn't even spell that, let alone pronounce it."

"Shut up you stupid fucking bimbo," screamed the man.  "My name is Bob and....oh fuck."  The man vanished.

Bob?  The demon's name was Bob?  Nancy felt herself becoming almost hysterical with fatigue, pain, and relief.  The fucking moron had a palindrome for a name and saying his name backwards...or even forwards would send him home.  It was just too much for the detective and she collapsed onto the bed laughing until her sides hurt almost as much as her pussy and ass.

* * *

Nancy was sure no one had followed her back to the motel and she didn't feel like sitting in the dingy room with just a bomb for company, so she changed back into her normal attire and headed for her car.  The detective had no idea how much Bob had told her was true, if any.  If he was at all related to demons like Danielle and Danial, then he might lie just for the sake of lieing.  Once in her car, Nancy phoned Lt. Falcon and arranged to meet him outside Police HA, as it didn't seem like a great idea to carry a bomb unannounced into a place where people carried guns.

"What's up now?" asked Falcon giving her only a slightly suspicious look as he slid into the passenger seat beside her in the Honda.  Their little adventure the other night seemed to have mellowed him somewhat in her favour.

"Someone put this under my pillow," said Nancy pulling the towel off the bomb she had been holding in her lap.

Falcon made only a small start as he took the bomb and looked it over.  "Delta 54S timer," he mused.  "No, wait it is the new T model, but the resistor is missing."

Nancy fished the resistor out of her trenchcoat pocket and handed it to him. "I wouldn't reconnect that," she advised.  "There is less than a minute left on the timer."

"Nice," commented Falcon dryly.  "So, you want to tell me where you really got this thing?"

Nancy sighed and picked up her pink wig from the back seat.  "Without boring you with all the details, I was doing some undercover work at Erotica Video."  Nancy paused when Falcon gave a snort and then went on.  "You already saw some of what I gathered on my first trip.  I don't know if the bomb was meant to take care of me or to tidy up loose ends at Erotica Video or both or even neither."  Nancy fished out copies of the financial records showing the money Bridge had paid Erotica Video.  "I think Smith is a minor player.  I suspect somebody uses Erotica Video to launder some money and do small jobs, but that's about all.  They have been a bit careless and it might be that someonedecided their usefullness is at an end and they are now more of a liability."

"Bridge? asked Falcon sceptically.

Nancy shook her head.  "Bridge is a nut job with a sexual and religious fixation.  He might be a bit higher up the food chain, but I don't see him masterminding things.  I do think he was paying Smith to recruit Aphrodite women for his special needs."

Falcon grunted.  "Anythingelse?"

"I might have something more by tomorrow," said Nancy as she thought about her USB drive.  She wanted to take a look at what she had got herself before turning it over to the cops.  "What is happening with Oaks and Sandor?  Have you talked to Bridge yet?"

Falcon shook his head.  "Bridge is being evasive.  He says he might be able to come in tomorrow.  I might have to get a material witness warrent for him if I can find a judge to give me one.  Oaks, Sandor and the thugs have all totally clammed up.  I thought I could turn at least one of them, but so far no luck.  Despite what happens on television, DNA tests take time.  Once I get those results back and match their DNA to samples taken from you, I should have a pretty big club to hit them with."  Falcon wrapped the bomb back up in the towel and got out of the car.  "Keep in touch Ms. Detective," he said and went back into the station.

* * *

Nancy's cell phone rang before she could pull away from the police station.

"I assume that is you in the piece of junk out front?" asked Cindy after Nancy had answered the call.

"It still runs just fine," replied Nancy.

"Well if you will wait a minute or so, I will be right out and you can buy me coffee and I will tell you what I found out about Dr. Deadmarsh," said Cindy.

Ten minutes later, they were sitting in Rick's Place, where one of them was enjoying coffee and the other making faces as she drank.

"Why don't you just give up on coffee if you don't like it?" asked Cindy as she watched her blonde friend's face contortions.

"I am trying to acquire a taste for it," said Nancy.

"And just how long have you been trying to do that?" asked Cindy.

"About ten years," admitted Nancy.  "So, tell me what you learned about Dr. Deadmarsh's death.  I assume it must be interesting as you seemed rather excited on the phone."

Cindy nodded.  "It is a bit weird.  Dr. Deadmarsh is presumed dead and is legally dead according to the courts, but there is no body and no autopsy was ever done."

Nancy arched an eyebrow.  "Do go on," she invited.

"There was a witness to the shooting," said Cindy as she took a sip of her coffee.  "He is an artist type who has a loft condo near the morgue and he often walks his dog late at night.  He knew Dr. Deadmarsh by sight as he had run into him a few times on these late night walks and apparently Dr. Deadmarsh was a dog lover.  The witness says he had just come around the corner and saw Dr. Deadmarsh come out of the morgue when a car pulled up and someone in the car fired two or three shots.  The witness wasn't sure, but the cSI people later found three cartridges.  The witnesss ducked back around the corner, scared for his life, but peeked at the scene while dialing 911.  He says that two men got out of the car and put Dr. Deadmarsh in the back seat.  The witness didn't know if Deadmarsh was still alive at that point, but there was an awful lot of blood left on the sidewalk."

"And no one knows what happened to the body?" asked Nancy as she put another package of sugar in her coffee and tried it again.

"Nope.  There was only one other thing worth reporting.  The witness got a partial license plate and a description of the vehicle.  It went out right away and a highway patrol car thought they spotted it on the shore road going south.  By the time, the patrol car turned around and tried to pursue it, the car was gone.  They figured it had turned off into Blackstone Bog and there are miles and miles of twisting, intersecting roads in that place as you well know.  Blackstone Bog has been a favourite place for criminals to dump bodies for decades.  When it recently dried up, there was some talk at HQ of sending out a team to take a look and see what or who they could find, but nobody in their right mind goes into that place."

"Blackstone Bog?" echoed Nancy as she thought of the recently departed Bog Thing.  Suddenly a blinding visionseemed to hit her as she saw the examiningroom that morning when she met with Dr. Worthington.  The cold lockers.  The numbered cold lockers.  Each locker had a number on it, just above a horizontal handle.  The Bog Thing hadn't underlined the number, he had been drawing the handle as best he could."

"Earth to Nancy," said cindy waving a hand in front of the blonde's face.

Nancy came back to herself and focussed on Cindy.  "This is going to sound weird, but I have to look inside one of the cold lockers at the morgue."

"Nah," replied Cindy.  "Sounds about normal for  you."

Nancy gave the red haired policewoman a mild glare and then related what Boggy had done and about her trip to see Dr. Worthington that morning.

* * * 

Nancy went home to eat and freshen up after making arrangements with Cindy to meet her later that night.  Still feeling a little sticky from her day at Erotica Video, Nancy was in the shower shampooing her hair again and letting the hot water soothe some of the aches and pains from her exertions when Witchfire teleported into the bathroom.  She didn't come alone as Nancy's first clue to her arrival came in the form of a deep male voice.

"What the hell Witchfire?  We are in her bathroo!" rumbled the voice.

"Ooops," said a voice that Nancy recognized as Krystal's.  "That shouldn't have happened.  It must have been due to the lay line nexus point in her shower screwing up the transport.  We should have ended up just inside her apartment door."

"Well, at least we didn't end up in the shower with her," said a third, female voice that continued on with what sounded like a bit of a smirk,  "and Iam sure the error was not due to any distraction from great make-up sex with Jessica."

At that point, Nancy stuck her head out of the shower.  "If people are going to keep popping into my bathroom for sneak peeks, I am going to have to start charging admission."

The man, whom Nancy assumed was this FBI Special Agent Quinton Sullivan mumbled something that sounded like an expletive while Witchfire smirked and the other woman, presumably the other Brenda Wade just smiled pleasantly.

[Author's Note:  For more on what is going on with Witchfire and QuintonSullivan, see the Witchfire series by Silkcords.  Sullivan (spoiler alert!) appears at the end of Witchfire 8.  Quinton Sullivan is a character created by Comix Fana and you can find his well written stories elsewhere on this site.  You probably want to start with the first story which is Sully's Return.]


"Like I told Dr. Weirdo when he also 'accidently' popped into my bathroom , you can go wait in the main room and I will be out shortly, or if you really want to take a good look, I can just get out now," said Nancy.

Sullivan made another mumbled expletive and turned towards the bathroom door just as they all heard a knock on the main apartment door.

"That will probably be Judy with a pizza.," predicted Nancy.  "I didn't order it yet, but Mr. Wong probably thought my unexpected guests would be hungry and sent one down.  Don't ask me how he knew as the Wongs all swear they have no magical ability.  It must be a cook thing.  You Better let Mr. Macho answer the door unless you want to get introduced to the Red Dragon Clan handshake," she added, directing the last at Witchfire and Brenda.

There was indeed pizza sitting on Nancy's little table when she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later wrapped in a towel and she grabbed a slice of the extra large pizza.  "Despite what most men in this city think, a woman cannot live on semen alone," said Nancy taking a large bite and sitting on the edge of her bed while Witchfire and Sullivan sat in her wobbly kitchen chairs and Brenda had the armchair. 

"Oh?  You have been getting a lot of semen today?" snickered Witchfire and Sullivan actually blushed a bit which said something interesting about his character thought Nancy charitably.

Nancy sighed.  "Give me a couple of weeks and i can probably literally show you the movie," replied Nancy as she recalled her day at Erotica Video.  As she spoke, Nancy pulled out her tablet from her trenchcoat pocket and activated the screening app.  "Ok, you can say whatever you want now and no one is going to overhear anything," said the detective.

Witchfire nodded.  "The bathroom didn't seem like a great place to make introductions, and they probably aren't really needed, but Nancy this is FBI Special Agent Quinton Sullivan and the Brenda Wade from his reality.  Quinton and Brenda, this is Nancy, the most um active private eye in Delta City," and she snickered again.

Nancy rolled her eyes.  "Let me guess, Weird told you about Boggy?"  The detective waved her own question away.  "Never mind.  A thought just occurred to me.  If I had a double on this world and so obviously does Brenda, what about you and Special Agent sullivan here?"

"My friends call me Sully," interjected Sullivan.

Nancy arched an eyebrow.  "Are we friends?  Well Krystal is and so the old saying applies I suppose.  We are on the same side and saying Special Agent Sullivan all the time would probably get a bit tedious, so nice to meet you Sully," replied Nancy and she took another bite of pizza.

"It is an interesting point you raise about there being doubles of Krystal and me on this world," said Sully, "and one we will probably explore at some point.  The more important question is are we on the same side?  What are your intentions towards this reality?  Or more accurately, I suppose, what are the intentions of these mysterious employers of yours?"

Nancy shrugged.  "Who knows?  They sent me here to investigate this reality and report back to them.  It is an extremely odd reality or should I say an extreemely odd set of realities where sex has become distorted, especially the tendancy toward sexual violence.  I am starting to lose track of how many times I have been raped since I got here."

"There is a lot to talk about in that short statement," cut in Brenda speaking for the first time.  "What do you mean by 'set of realities' though?"

"Well, as you are obviously aware, there is more than one Delta City reality where things are totally out of whack," replied Nancy.  "I am not an expert on the multiverse, but I am a big comics fan.  The standard theory is that there are turning points in history where if a different decision is made, it can spawn an alternate reality.  The Nazi's might win World War II or Justin Bieber might become a huge star.  If you read Terry Pratchett, he calls it the 'trousers of time' where sometimes time goes down one leg and you get a certain result and sometimes it goes down the other leg and you get a different result."

"But, how does that apply to our current situation?" asked Brenda.

"Well from what Krystal told me, in your reality, you and Quinton got back together and started to turn the She Legion around so they were no longer just rape bait screwups," said Nancy.    "That hasn't happened here yet.  Another thing about realties and the multiverse is that they can split, but they can also merge.  If the She Legion here is brought up to speed, as in your reality, the two realities might merge back into one.  Hard to say for sure since other factors are different such as there not being a Witchfire in your reality.  Frankly, the whole thing makes my head hurt if I try to think about it too much, so I generally leave that kind of thing to my employers."

"Which brings us back to the possible hostile intentions of your employers and whether we are on the same side exactly or not," said Sully.

Witchfire seemed about to object to this statement, but Nancy merely nodded.  "It is possible that if my employers decide this reality is a threat to the rest of reality,that if the infection can spread so to speak, they might take steps to pinch out this reality.  Sometimes, the only way to save the patient is through an amputation."

"Pinch out?" asked Brenda.

"Imagine a soap bubble between your fingers," said Witchfire grimly.

"OK, I get it...  You don't have much control over how these mysterious employers react," Sully said.  "On a more direct level though, we still need to know who's side you're on."  His look turned completely serious.  "How far can we count on you to help us with the situation here, and how far are you willing to go to delay these employers from doing something extreme if worst comes to worst?"

"Sully!" exclaimed Brenda, putting a hand on his arm that he ignored for the moment.

"I doubt there is anything I can do to stop or even delay my employers if they decide to act against this reality," answered Nancy truthfully.  "On the other hand, my employers have always understood that I am not a robot they can program, but that I will act according to what I think is the right thing to do.  They realize situations are fluid and their instructions cannot cover all contingencies."  Nancy smiled.  "Perhaps it is another of my obscure and arcane references that my employers sometimes complain about, but it is like what Nero Wolfe tells Archie Goodwin when he sends Archie out on an errand when the situation is uncertain.  Nero tells him  'to use your intelligence guided by your experience'.  Like Nero, my employers don't always like my decisions, but they are stuck with them.  I am not normally in one place long enough to form serious attachments to people, but this time I have done so.  People like Cindy, Cyril, Ellen and the Wongs are my friends and family now.  I would die to protect them.  Does that answer your question as to whose side I am on?  I want to see this reality saved and improved, not destroyed." 

[Author's Note:  For those not familiar with detective fiction, Nero Wolfe was created by the great Rex Stout and is an eccentric genius of a private eye who drinks beer, grows orchids and reads books when not solving murders.  Archie Goodwin is his trusted legman as Nero never leaves his office on business.]

Sully glanced briefly at Brenda and Witchfire who both nodded.  He returned the nod, gave Brenda's hand a reassuring pat  and turned back to Nancy.  "And how do you see us doing that?" he asked.

"By workingtogether for starters," replied Nancy. "Witchfire brought you here, maybe not intentionally, but she did bring you here to help get the She Legion up to speed.  I think you should do that and then you can start dealing with the super villains and the ones behind them.  I am not a super hero and I am most used to working alone, but you can count on me to do what I can to help.  I will do what I think I do best which is to keep poking around under rocks and turning up the things that hide there. I have been looking into the disappearances of several Aphrodite women.  I want to try and find out if they are alive or dead and rescue any that I can find who are still alive.  In the process, I will probably turn up information that can be useful to you such as the identity of those behind this."

"So, you agree with Witchfire that there is some kind of secret organization behind everything?" asked Sully a bit doubtfully.

"Everything is a big word," replied Nancy.  "I do, however, think the evidence shows there is some kind of secret organization who are orchestrating much of what is going on."

"And where do these 'demons' of yours come into this?" asked Sully.

"My best guess is that they are somehow allied to this secret organization," said Nancy.  "They are so arrogant, I can't see them being subservient to any mere humans, but I can see them working together at least on a temporary basis."

"Temporary?" asked Brenda.

Nancy nodded.  "I am sure both sides have a double cross in mind when they think the time is ripe.  For now, they share a common interest."

"This reset or reboot mechanism you told Witchfire about?" asked a skeptical Sullivan.

Nancy nodded again.  Krystal and I don't totally agree on that point.  The reboot mechanism is my hypothesis for what I have seen.  In the year I have been here, I have seen Ms. Americana unmasked eight times.  Four times she has been sold into prostitution, and four times into white slavery."  Brenda gasped and put a hand to her mouth in shock and Sullivan put his arms around her to comfort her.

Nancy gave an apologetic look to both of them, but went on.  "Yet, as you have seen, she is back and still fighting crime in her own unique way.  I have seen Wade Enterprises taken over by various criminals and looted for their purposes, yet today this reality's Brenda Wade is back in control.  Something has facilitated this.  I have called it a reset or reboot mechanism, but Witchfire thinks it might be more of some kind of mass hypnosis.  I don't know for sure ,so I am trying to keep an open mind.  It is something we need to investigate further.  Krystal's idea is certainly a lot more comforting than some type of reality altering device of unknown origins.  I also have to say that I have not seen it in use for the past few weeks, whether that means it wasn't needed or that it is broken is also up in the air.  I do know my demon friends have been concerned enough about whatever it is to send me on repair missions to Valley Springs and Blackstone Bog which I think Krystal has told you about."

Sully nodded.  "She has."  The FBI agent stood up and offered a hand.  "We better get going, but for now I think it is safe to assume we have a common goal, if maybe somewhat different methods of achieving it, at least if I am going to believe some of the stories Witchfire has told us."  Sully glanced at Krystal as he said this and the witch tried to look innocent, but didn't totally succeed.

Nancy stood up and took the hand, making sure to keep the towel in place and she also shook hands with Brenda.

"We'll be in touch," said Witchfire as she grabbed the last piece of pizza and the trio blinked out.

* * *

"I must be fucking insane," said Cindy several hours later.  It was just after midnight as she and Nancy stood together on the sidewalk outside the morgue.

"I do believe that is my line," replied Nancy calmly.  "Besides, it is not like we are doing anything illegal, or at least not very.  You are a police officer afterall.  You go in on some pretence to check the place over.  They don't do autopsies this time of night unless it is an emergency and we know Worthington has gone home.  If the coast is clear, we go in and check out locker 12."

"Which may or may not have a dead body in it," grumbled Cindy, but the red head went into the morgue and returned a few minutes later.  "Ok, the main examining room is empty.  There is just a single night attendant in the breakroom.  I think he is playing video games on his laptop."

Shortly thereafter, the two women were huddled around locker 12 and Nancy opened the door and pulled out a thankfully emptytray.  The blonde private eye shone a flashlight into the long cold space.  "Do you see anything?" she whispered.

Cindy peered inside.  "No, oh wait.  I think there might be something taped to the ceiling at the back, but there is no way I can reach it."

"Ok, hop on the tray and I will push you in so you can reach it," said Nancy.

"Me?  Why me?" asked Cindy.

"I might be claustrophobic." replied Nancy who didn't want to admit her ass and pussy were still damn sore and wasn't feeling much like hopping up onto that tray if she could avoid it.

Cindy rolled her eyes.  Yeah, and I might be Elvis's long lost love child.  Fine, just to save time," whispered Cindy and climbed onto the tray and Nancy handed the policewoman the flashlight and pushed the tray back into the locker.

"It's fucking cold in here," whispered Cindy.

"Then I suggest you hurry up," Nancy whispered back.

"Ok, yeah, there is something taped to the roof," whispered Cindy.  "Give me a few seconds to get it, my fingers are frozen.:

Nancy cocked her head.  "I think someone is coming," she whispered.  "I will distract them.  You get whatever it is and meet me at my car."  Nancy, pulled off her trenchcoat and shoved it on top of Cindy and closed the door, making sure it didn't latch.

"Say what?" called Cindy as the door closed on her.

* * * 

Zachery Williams gave a disgusted snort when his piece of crap laptop froze in the middle of his Fortnight game.  If the cheap bastards who ran this city paid him half decently, he could afford a more reliable game machine, he thought bitterly as he reset the laptop.  Well, maybe I should go do rounds while it reboots.  Who knows, maybe some of the customers had got up and were walking around, he snickered to himself.

Zach paused outside the door to the main examining room.  He could have swore he had heard voices coming from inside and suddenly his laughter at the "clients" moving around didn't seem so funny anymore.  Ok, I will peek in the door and if I see any corpses walking around, I will make a run for it, he thought and pushed open the swinging door.  What he saw stopped him cold, but it sure as hell wasn't a zombie.  It was a blonde woman with the biggest hooters he had ever seen and they weren't hard to miss as her blouse was half undone and she clearly wasn't wearing a bra.

"Who?  What are you doing in here?" Zach said after clearing his throat to get his voice working.

The blonde gave him a spaced out look and staggered a few steps towards him making her boobs jiggle and bounce.  A nipple peeked out for a second and Zach felt himself start to get a boner.

"My name is Sally," gigled the clearly drunk woman.  "They bet I wouldnt have the nerve to come into the ....what do you call this place with all the dead bodies?" slurred the woman and she staggered a step closer.

"Morgue," replied Zach automatically, unable to take his eyes off those heaving tits.

"Yep, that's the place," agreed the blonde.  "Are you, the what do you call em?  You know like that guy Quincy that used to be on tv?"

"Coroner?" asked Zach.  "N, er I mean yes, I am."

"Cool, I always wanted to blow a coroner in the what did you call this place again?" said the woman stumbling up to him and one of her boobs popped fully out of her blouse.

"M, Morgue," stammered Zach as he stared at the huge round pink nipple topped wobbling piece of tit flesh.  Then his brain fully caught up with his ears and he blinked.  "Er, what did you say again?"

"I said," giggled the woman as she slowly sank to her knees in front of him, holding his legs to keep from falling over, "that I wanted to blow you here with all those dead bodies watching."

"Oh," was the best Zach could do as he stared down at those massive breasts and watched a pair of delicate, if unsteady, hands undo his pants, pull down his zipper and pull his erect cock out of his boxers.  Surely he had fallen asleep and was having a wet dream?  If so, he sure as hell never wanted to wake up as he watched the blonde lean forward and open those soft lips to wrap them around his cock.  Zach had to rest his hands on top of the woman's head to keep from falling down as his legs suddenly went weak.

The twenty two year old morgue attendant had never felt anything so wonderful in his young life as this.  The woman's mouth was warm and felt oh so fuckinggood as she began to glide her lips up and down his shaft.  Zach never noticed or even vaguely thought about the fact that the blonde had maneuvered him so he couldn't see the bank of cold lockers.  It was probably just as well as he likely would have had a heart attack when one of the locker doors swung open and a small red haired woman climbed out with some difficulty and lightly landed on the floor.  Any noise the woman might have made was drowned out by the loud sucking slurping noises coming from the blonde angel's mouth.  The red haired woman stared at the sight in front of her for a moment, then gave her head a shake and slipped out of the room clutching a file folder in her hands.

Zach clutched at the blonde hair as he felt the woman's tongue slither and slide over his cock and then he blew his load into her mouth with a loud moan.  He slumped back onto the floor with his eyes closed as he fought to regain his breath.  When he opened his eyes again, the woman was gone like she had never been there.  Only her saliva on his still glistening cock told him otherwise.

* * *

"I can't believe you did that!" exclaimed Cindy as Nancy slid into the driver's seat of the Honda.

"Well, I had to do something to distract him" reasoned Nancy.

"Whatever," said Cindy rolling her eyes.  "All I am saying is it looked like you were really enjoying yourself.  Also, you should button up your blouse, because it is damn distracting."

"And we can't have that," agreed Nancy as she did up her buttons and wondering if Cindy had noticed the new yellow blouse she had bought to try and diversify her wardrobe.  The detective decided that Cindy had been too busy staring at what was nominally inside her blouse to notice the blouse.  Nancy also took her trenchcoat back from Cindy and tossed it into the backseat.

The detective was impatient to see what they had found, but it didn't seem prudent to do so while parked in front of the morgue, so Nancy drove a few blocks before parking under a streetlight to make reading easier.  "So, what did we get?" she asked as Cindy peered at the paper in the file folder.

"More lab records," said Cindy as she scanned the papers.  "Holy fuck, these are the blood toxicology and DNA reports for Fancy Pope.  He must have had them done despite being ordered not to.  He must have hidden them in that locker, and that was probably why his killers took his body and didn't leave him lying there on the sidewalk.  They were looking for these papers."

"But how did Boggy know about them....." trailed off Nancy and a look of horror and excitement flashed across her face.  "They dumped Deadmarsh's body in Blackstone Bog, but that means that Boggy is or at least was Dr. Deadmarsh!"

The End