Delta City PI #22 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. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Delta City and the super heroines such as Ms. Americana, Omega Woman, Amazing Babe, Lady Midnight and Jungle Babe are the property of Mr. X. Witchfire / Krystal is the creation of Silkcords. Nancy and the other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use Nancy in your own stories, but please keep her character in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Author's Note If you have been reading these stories, you probably noticed that I have been collaborating with Silkcords, another author on this site. We were trying to develop our stories in parallel with Nancy appearing in his Witchfire series and Witchfire / Krystal appearing in Delta City PI. Unfortunately, we have had to suspend the collaboration for the moment for various reasons and no we didn't do a Beatles thing and have a fight. At least for the time being, Witchfire is going to disappear from my stories starting with this chapter. Silkcords did give me permission to keep using Witchfire in my story, but I thought for the moment it might be too confusing. The chapter was already written before this decision was made and it has undergone some last minute rewriting to try and accomodate the change. My apologies if this comes off as an awkward hack. Hopefully, the next chapters won't seem so butchered. Silkcords still plans to continue with his excellent Witchfire series in the future and I encourage you to check them out if yu haven't already done so. They are available on this site or at his own site which is: silkcordsblog.wordpress.com If you read the original version of this chapter, most of the revised version is the same. The one big difference occurs just after the bank scene. Look for the first * * * where the bank scene takes a different leg in the trousers of time. "Take your clothes off bitch!" snapped the man. Nancy regarded the man who was pointing a gun at her head and then looked around the room at the other half dozen men carrying guns. "Why? she asked. "Because you got huge tits and I want to see them," responded the man with a leer. "And if your little brain hasn't realized it yet, I got me a gun aimed at your head and can blow your fucking brains all over this place, so strip!" "No, I meant why are you doing this in the middle of a bank robbery? You should be more efficient. Get in, get out, before the police or the She Legion shows up," replied Nancy calmly. "The She Legion?" sneered the man. "Those big boobed bimbos are no match for us. We are the ....," the man broke off to look at one of the other bank robbers. "Hey Sal, what name did we decide on again?" Sal scratched the side of his head with his gun barrel. "Er, I think we went with the Balaclava Gang?" he said doubtfully and then reached up to touch the concealing garment on his face. "Yeah, that's it Hank. We are the Balaclava Gang." Nancy did her best not to roll her eyes at these morons, but still they were morons with guns and needed to be handled carefully. She thought it was a pity that Sal hadn't blown the few brains he had out when he scratched himself with his gun. as he didn't even have the safety on. Hank, the presumed leader turned back to the detective. "The Balaclava Gang is not afraid of a bunch of overblown sluts like the She Legion. If they show up, we will soon have them on their knees blowing us and begging to be fucked. We ain't stupid you know. We brought a couple canisters of sleep gas just in case those twits show up. Show em Tyrone and Fred." Sure enough, two of the robbers brandished large cans of some sort of knockout gas. "Everyone knows that when those bimbos get a little whiff of that stuff, they go out like a light or get as horny as hell." "Frankly, I don't think you are being realistic," pointed out Nancy. "I don't think it was ever as easy as you seem to think to take out the She Legion, but if you haven't been paying attention to the news, it has gotten a lot harder lately. There are a number of gangs like yours now recuperating in the hospital after tangling with the She Legion recently." "Just shut up bitch and strip, or I will blow her head off," screamed Hank and grabbed a middle aged bank teller and held his gun to theside of her head. The woman looked terrified and was sobbing noisily. Nancy sighed and started to take her trenchcoat off. Her gun was in one of its pockets, so she wasn't keen on beingseparated from it, but glancing around the bank lobby, it didn't seem like starting a gun fight in such confined quarters with so many innocent people around was a very good idea. Her gun might be loaded with tranquilizer rounds by default, but she knew the robbers were only packing very lethal weapons and they seemed more than a little trigger happy. Her best option seemed to be to try to distract them with her body and entice them in closer, so she could take them out by hand if they got careless. Privately, she thought there was a very good chance that the soon to be defunct and unlamented Balaclava Gang was about to learn that messing with the She Legion was not the picnic they seemed to think it was going to be. The day had started off so well too, thought Nancy as she dropped her coat on the floor and trying to look as terrified as she could, she began to so very slowly unbutton her blouse. Her morning paper had screamed a headline about Skylar Bridge being arrested for the murder of Fancy Pope. Bridge had not nown about the discovery of the DNA test for Fancy that Cindy and her had found taped to the ceiling of a locker in the city morgue and he had smugly given Falcon a DNA sample when he finally came in for an interview. That had been four days ago and Bridge was still trying to get bail. Nancy undid a second button and glanced out the large plate glass window of the bank where she could see the police setting up a cordon around the bank to keep the gawking public at bay. Hmm, thought Nancy, if I was directing tactics for the new improved She Legion, what would I do? The blonde undid a third button on her blouse and noticed that Hank had his eyes glued to the emerging cleavage. Well, they can't bust in the front window as the flying glass would likely injure a lot of the hostages. So, maybe a diversion or distraction in front and then Witchfire could teleport in with support. "Hey it's Ms. Ameribimbo and another slut," yelled Sal pointing at the window. Nancy gave the window a quick glance and saw Omega Woman touch down with Ms. Americana holding on to her. Yes, those 38G boobs of the scantily clad raven haired Ms Americana and the nearly equally impressive globes of the blonde Omega Woman certainly qualified as a distraction for the Balaclava Gang, thought Nancy. The timing was excellent as all the gang members turned to the window and Witchfire teleported in with Lady Midnight, Jungle Babe and Amazing Babe. Good choices for a raiding party thought Nancy as they were probably the three fastest She Legion members. Not bothering with anything fancy, Nancy hauled off and smashed a right hook to Hank's jaw as the momentarily distracted robber turned back to her and he went down unconscious. Lady Midnight and the agile Jungle Babe took down a goon each before they could blink. Amazing Babe rocketed across the room to take down the two farthest away. Fred and Tyrone brandished their cannisters of knockout gas, but those blinked out of their hands, presumably due to a Witchfire teleport that left them staring at their empty hands. Lady Midnight and Jungle Babe mercifully put them out of their misery a second later. Nancy sighed and did her blouse back up. She hoped they got this mess cleaned up soon as she was already late for her office hours. Nancy gave Krystal a little finger wave of thanks and strolled over to the front of the teller line. [Author's Note: For more on Witchfire and the She Legion see the Witchfire series by Silkcords elsewhere on this site.] * * * Nancy had just reached the 'Please Wait Here for the Next Available Tellar' sign when things got decidably weird. It was like watching a movie being run in reverse with a side dish of flickering phantoms thrown in to make it even weirder. The Balaclava Gang all got up from their unconscious positions on the floor while the She Legion members turned intangible and vanished. Then there was a blink as if the universe had just ended and restarted. It was something Nancy had experienced before and it filled her with sudden dread. Nancy found herself standing twenty feet from where she had been and staring at the leader of the bank robbers.. "Just shut up bitch and strip, or I will blow her head off," screamed Hank and grabbed a middle aged bank teller and held his gun to theside of her head. The woman looked terrified and was sobbing noisily. 'What the fuck?' thought Nancy as she stared around in confusion for a few seconds. "Do it now, or else she dies!" screamed Hank and tightened his finger on the trigger of his gun. Nancy smelled the acrid scent of urine and realized the poor woman had just peed herself. She didn't have time to figure out what was going on right now. She needed to comply with the bastard before someone died and try to come up with a plan on the fly. "Ok, ok," said the blonde detective holding up a palm to the gang leader. "I'm stripping, just don't kill her. Please don't kill her," she begged. Nancy hurriedly took her trenchcoat off and dropped it on the floor making sure the pocket with her gun in was easily accessible. The private eye didn't like losing her gun, but glancing around the bank lobby, it didn't seem like starting a gun fight in such confined quarters with so many innocent people around was a very good idea at the moment. Her gun might be loaded with tranquilizer rounds by default, but she knew the robbers were only packing very lethal weapons and they seemed more than a little trigger happy. Her best option seemed to be to try to distract them with her body and entice them in closer, so she could take them out by hand if they got careless. Even as Nancy made plans as best she could, another track of her mind was still trying to figure out what the hell had happened to Witchfire and the She Legion. The obvious answer was that the reboot device had somehow been activated and she was now operating in a revised reality. As an outsider to this universe, she was immune to the direct effects of the mechanism, but not its consequences on others who wouldn't even realize something had changed. That didn't explain Witchfire though, since she was also not from this universe. Well, she had better worry about that later and start getting naked, because Hank was still looking antsy. Nancy worked the buttons on her blouse as fast as she could to give Hank and his buddies something to look at and keep them from doing anything fatal to the other hostages. On button number four, her boobs popped out of her blouse and she was sure she had their full attention. The detective stole a glance out the bank window and saw the police had set up a cordon around the bank. Armed officers were crouching behind their squad cars but otherwise were not making any other moves. That seemed sensible to some extent with hostages involved, but their interest seemed to be just as focussed on her now exposed boobs as much as were the Balaclava gang. There was no sign of the She Legion. "Hot damn, those are huge," said Hank and shoved the frightened woman he had grabbed away from him. Tucking his gun into the waistband of his pants, the gang leader stepped forward and grabbed one of Nancy's tits in each hand and gave them a hard squeeze. Nancy could have taken him out right then, but the other six were still too far away. She needed to get them in closer and she rather thought Hank was going to help her with that. "Ok bitch, now get down on your knees and give me a blowjob," ordered Hank. Yep, good old Hank was going to help her. Best not to be too quick to cooperate though. Even a dolt like Hank might get suspicious if she didn't act properly frightened. "No, no I couldn't do that!" said Nancy, letting her eyes go wide with fear and putting a tremble into her voice. Her eyes darted around the room in fright and she noticed all of the other men moving a bit closer. "I said suck my cock bitch," yelled Hank, "or I fucking will shoot one of these motherfuckers!" Nancy let out a sob and ever so slowly fell to her knees, making sure to kneel on her trenchcoat so her gun pocket was just below her right hand. "Smart girl," smirked Hank. "Do a real good job and maybe you and all these people will get out of this alive. Hell, it looks like you are even going to make the supper news," he said as he looked out the big front window to see television trucks pulling up behind the police cars. The police officers themselves didn't either notice the media as they focussed on what was happening in the bank, or didn't care. With trembling fingers, Nancy undid Hank's belt and the button on his pants. The blonde gave another heart wrenchingsob and let her frightened eyes look around the room. It wasn't just the other robbers who were watching her intently, but with only a few embarrassed exceptions, it was also the bank employees and customers who were leering at the unfolding scene in front of their eyes. "P, please don't make me do this," whimpered Nancy. "Just shut the fuck up whore and get my cock out," ordered Hank. Nancy gave a slight nod of acceptance and tugged Hanks pants down around his knees which was going to make it damn hard for him to move quickly. His gun clattered to the floor as it had still been in the waistband of his pants and thankfully it didn't go off. Hank ignored it as he stared down at Nancy's full, round boobs that were jiggling so enticingly as they poked out of her open blouse. There was a bulge in Hank's plaid boxers. It didn't look that big to the kneeling blonde, but she suspected Hank thought it was huge. Hmmm, still best not to move too fast here. Time to look up imploringly at Hank as if begging him to change his mind. Hah! Fat chance. "Get on with it bitch," snarled Hank on cue. Nancy put a bit more tremble in her hands as she slid one into Hank's boxers and grasping his cock, pulled it out. It was a rather average looking six inches. "You like the look of my cock bitch?" asked Hank with a grin on his face. "It, it's so big," replied Nancy , making sure to stammer and then run her tongue over her lips as if she was unconsciously drooling over the prospect of putting this rather average dick in her mouth. "All the bitches love my cock," laughed Hank. "Isn't that right Sal?" he asked his apparent wingman. "They sure do Hank" agreed Sal as he moved closer to Hank and Nancy. "I get her after you are done right? I bet she has a real sweet pussy too." "Everyone will get a turn with her," Hank assured Sal, "but I am going to be the first one to sample her cunt." Nancy had frozen in place in shock as she listened to this discussion and now Hank glared down at her. "Get sucking bitch," he demanded and grabbed Nancy's head and yanked it forward. His cock slid between Nancy's gaping lips and he let out a small sigh of pleasure. Hank kept a steady pressure on the back of the detective's head until he had shoved his entire length into her mouth. Nancy made her eyes go wide with shock which helped her peripheral vision as she saw the others edging in closer, guns held loosely at their sides now as they watched the big boobed blonde reluctantly start to bob her mouth up and down on Hank's cock. "Look at that boys, she is really starting to get into it now," said Hank. Nancy calculated she needed them a bit closer, a bit more off their guard, so she started to make some choking and gagging sounds even though Hank's cock was hardly the lethal oral weapon he fancied it to be. All of the robbers were edging closer for a better view as if they were watching a porn movie instead of robbing a bank. "What a fucking slut," said a female voice which Nancy realized was the woman that Hank had threatened earlier. Welcome to the new rebooted Delta City, thought Nancy, though it might be hard to tell it from the old one. A couple of the other customers had actually taken out their cell phones and were trying to discreetly take a video of her blowjob. From the looks of the robbers, they hadn't had to be discreet. "Oh fuck, honey, you are one great cocksucker," gasped Hank. "You really know how to use that tongue on a cock!" Oh goody, now he is giving the video an audio commentary track, thought Nancy. I hope Megan Fitzpatrick is still a sort of friend in this rebooted reality, or else some of those home videos will be on the supper news. Then again, she thought glancing out the front window of the bank at the cameras set up behind the police cars, they probably have plenty of their own footage without needing it from these amateurs. "Fuck, fuck , fuck, I'm cumming" screamed Hank, breaking her train of thought and sure enough as she felt his grip tighten on her hair, a blast of warm sticky cum shot into her mouth. Nancy dutifully swallowed that first wad and the next one, but then allowed some of the goo to trickle out the corners of her mouth which helped to rivet the attention of the other robbers just a little more. Finally, Hank let go of his grip on her head and Nancy pulled her mouth off his cock, making a show of looking disgusted and sputtering as she sank back on her haunches. Another quick glance showed this was as good a chance as she would get as even the farthest robbers had moved in closer to watch the money shot. Nancy remembered the night she had rescued Ms. Americana from the Flaming Skulls and now she was in the heroine's position. Well, a punch to the balls had served Ms. A well that night, so Nancy smashed a left uppercut into Hank's testicles with all her strength. She didn't much care if she turned his fucking balls to jelly at this point. At the same time her right hand pulled her gun from the trenchcoat pocket. The private eye took a millisecond to make sure it was her new gun, loaded with tranquilizer darts, that had been given her by Lady Kraft and that it hadn't disappeared in the reboot, before opening fire. Pfft. Pffft. The two farthest robbers went down with darts in their throats. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. Three more darts and three more men down. One to go. That was Sal who was bringing his gun to bear on her. No time to swivel and fire. Instead, Nancy lunged forward and tackled the man around the knees and he pitched over and fell on his face on the floor. Nancy twisted around, grabbed the back of Sal's head and smashed it hard once and then twice into the floor and he was out cold. Nancy looked down at the unconscious man. Hmm, it looked like Sal was going to need some dental work. Pity. People were screaming now that it was all over and Nancy could see the police storming across the street towards the bank. Now where the fuck was Witchfire and the She Legion? * * * Nancy put her briefcase and the morning paper on her desk and sat back in her chair as it moaned a protest underher weight. It had taken her two hours to make her escape from the scene of the crime. That fucking idiot Borden had shown up and had actually tried to somehow blame her for the robbery. She had finally slipped away out a side door of the bank while Borden was out front taking credit for the arrest of the Balaclava gang. Both Megan Fitzpatrick and Tonya O'Donnell had managed to corner her for brief interviews, so at least her side of the story might make it to air and not just her latest blowjob video. The blonde detective frowned at the headline in the paper. That part was good, at least Bridge was still in jail as were Oaks and Sandor. The details in the article were not so great, or at least one of them. According to the newspaper, it was Captain Nathan Hawk who had made the arrest and he was also credited with having saved her the night of the attack. Hawk had died trying to kill her, but now after the reboot he was alive again. Was he still an enemy? What had happened to Falcon? What else had changed that she didn't know about yet? Were the friends she had made in this reality still her friends? Did they even stillexist? Well, Tonya and Megan had seemed unchanged and knew her, so maybe that was a good sign. Her biggest concern at the moment was witchfire and the She Legion. What about that FBI agent Sullivan she had met the day before? He and the version of Brenda Wade with him had also come from another reality. In this reboot, had they ever come in answer to Witchfire's desperate prayer? If not, was she dealing with the same old high profile screw-up She Legion and not the improved version that had been emerging under Sully's coaching? Fucking Great. A thought occurred to Nancy at this line of thought and she reached in her coat pocket and found both the arcade token Witchfire had given her on the first meeting and the AA medallion that the witch had given her to access Sanctuary were still there. What the hell did that mean? Nancy took the AA medallion and concentrated on transporting to Sanctuary, but nothing happened. The chair squeaked again under her as Nancy considered this. Did that mean Sanctuary no longer existed or that she could no longer use the medallion to get there? If the latter, why hadn't the medallion just disappeared with the reboot? The detective had made a couple more trips to Sanctuary in the last few days since her first solo venture there. She hadn't taken pizza everytime she went, but yesterday Mr. Wong had handed her a large bag filled with Chinese food. He had winked at her and told her that not everyone ate or wanted pizza for every meal and perhaps her friends would like something different for a change. The old man had been right about that from the reception the food received at Sanctuary. A few of the regulars there had started to greet her by name and they had discussed mundane things like the weather and sports. It was a start and Nancy had hoped, given time, that some leads would come her way about the missing women. Did people like Dani, Berto and Dr. Weird still exist in this reboot? If so, where were they now? Would they still remember her? These were all things she was going to have to investigate in addition to the rest of her problems. For the moment, Nancy turned her attention bck to those other problems.. The first of those was something was still nagging her detective instincts about the Bog Thing and Dr. Deadmarsh. Going to Blackstone Bog and finding Boggy was not surprising since that was what she had been sent to find, though she hadn't known at the outset that it would be Boggy she found. No, the problem came with Boggy turning out to be, if she was right, what was left of Dr. Allan Deadmarsh, the one man in the world who had the key piece of information she needed to put Bridge away. The odds of that happening were astronomical and only happened in badly plotted mystery novels. While Nancy thought that Danielle and Danial routinely lied to her, she didn't think they had lied about the importance of saving Boggy. The proper operation of the nexus points genuinely seemed to be important to the demons. Witness them sending her to Valley Springs and then to Blackstone Bog. If the demons knew Deadmarsh was the Bog Thing then they had to know bringing the Bog Thing and her together would be risky. They had to know there was at least a chance that the Bog Thing / Deadmarsh could give her vital information that would implicate Bridge. Ergo, saving the bog thing had been more important than Bridge. Of course that assumed the demons were allied with Bridge and other humans of a similar intent which Nancy felt they were, but lacked any real proof to that effect. maybe she was totally wrong about the demons being allied with Bridge? If the demons were behind the reboot, why was Bridge still in jail? Nancy sighed. It was making her head hurt. Ok, forget about Bridge for the moment, she told herself and get back to Boggy. If she was not willing to accept the tremendous coincidence of the Bog Thing having been Dr. Deadmarsh, then the only way to explain things was to postulate another player in this game. The good news being that this player seemed opposed to the demons. Dr. Weird had said an underground spring had been blocked up, causing the bog to dry up. Weird hadn't been able to tell if the blockage was natural or not. What if it had been a deliberate action by someone? That person knew the bog drying up would endanger Boggy and that the demons could not accept that risk and would send her to find Boggy. In other words, there was someone else out there who had wanted her to find Boggy and get the crucial information from him. Who that someone was, however, was now the new mystery that bothered her. Nancy gave another sigh and the damned chair gave another squeak. How much of what she thought she knew changed with the reboot? For the moment at least, she would have to assume that events she remembered had happened such as her visits to Erotica Video. A quick check of her laptop showed her that data was still there which probably meant she could rely on at least that much still being true. When Nancy had a chance to look at the data dump from Erotica Video, she had found she had gotten their entire HR database of employees, including all the actors. She had not been surprised to find two of the cold cases Cindy had dug up, Gail Saunders and Sarah George. She had not been prepared for one other finding though. It had taken her several times through the data to spot it. Two of the actresses, Amy Charles and Eve Golden had the same address. At first Nancy had thought they might be roomates, with one of them introducing the other to the business. Then the private eye had looked up the address and found out it was Bridge House. That had floored Nancy. Coincidence? The problem was that both Amy and Eve seem to have vanished shortly after visiting Erotica Video and the financial records from Fancy's diary showed Bridge making sizable payments to Erotica Video shortly thereafter. Nancy had a sinking feeling she had identified the other two Naomis. The other odd thing that seemed to confirm this was that neither woman had actually made a video for the company. Apparently, Bridge liked his wives "pure". Nancy had to wonder if there was an insider at Bridge House referring the girls to Erotica Video? It made sense in that there would be less suspicion if the girls didn't go directly from Bridge House to the island. Once more, Erotica Video served as a "cutoff" and a form of deniability. Investigating Bridge House directly, however, would be a problem, thought Nancy. Detectives, even female ones would likely not be welcome and yet the thought of someone inside a shelter for battered women directing some of those women to a porn studio and to someone like bridge made Nancy's blood run cold. Looking at the pictures of the two women, they certainly appeared to be Aphrodites. Nancy sighed. She was going to have to try and find the family of these two women and that would not be a pleasant talk if she found them. Finally on the list of Nancy's concerns and definitely not in the good news catagory was her meeting the previous day with District Attorney Adam Parker. The DNA tests for Oaks and Sandor had come back as positive matches with the semen collected from her. That hadn't seemed good enough for Parker, who was still reluctant to lay charges against the two men. He had pointed out that Nancy's reputation was "hardly sparkling" considering her television porn performance and her stripping career. He went as far as to point out that she had been performing that very night she was claiming she had been attacked. How did he know that she hadn't had "buyer's remorse" after agreeing to some kinky sex. It had taken all of Nancy's willpower not to jump out of her chair and strangle the jackass. Fortunately, Assistant DA Angela Greer had also been present at the meeting. The alter ego of Lady Midnight had pointed out some of the facts that her boss was ignoring such as the evidence that Nancy had been run off the road and Lt. Falcon's statement about Nancy being held at gun point. Ms. Greer had quite forcefully pointed out that a woman's occupation or dress or even previous sexual history was not a allowable defence for sexual assault. In the end, Angela had prevailed and charges were laid with Ms. Greer appointed to handle the prosecution. The Assistant DA had then met with Nancy privately after Parker stomped out, washing his hands of the "whole mess" as he put it. In a less optimistic tone, Angela had confide to Nancy that a conviction was by no means a certainty and warned her that she would likely be in for a very rough time on the stand. The detective had appreciated and understood Angela's honesty, but privately she doubted even the worst case she could imagine would come close to matching Pervo's treatment of her. How would the reboot affect all of that? Most worrysome was that with no Falcon to corroborate her story, would Oaks and Sandor just walk? Nancy gave a start when her tablet made a noise she had not heard in a month. It was the special note indicating an incoming message from her employers. After Pari had fixed her tablet, Nancy had sent a short, terse report to them, not wanting to say too much in case the demons were still somehow monitoring her cmmunications. Hmm, her tablet was still working, so that must mean she had still met Pari and the busty techno wizard had still fixed her tablet. God, these reboots and their paradoxes made her head hurt. Nancy went through the security routine to unlock her tablet's special abilities and read the message. "Information received. Proceed with extreme caution. Contamination of the rest of reality is a significant possibility. Continue to investigate the Others and find a way to neutralize them." Nancy looked at the message and tried to remember an old saying she had read somewhere. It had gone along the lines of "If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined the army." The trouble was, she reflected, that she couldn't remember signing up in the first place. * * * The previous day, Nancy had made arrangements to meet Ellen and Christine at noon, so she would soon know about their status in this reboot, but there was one other person she needed to check on immediately. "Victim Services," said Cindy's voice when Nancy called her work number. "Hey Cindy, it's Nancy," said the private eye, holding her breath. "Hey Nancy," said Cindy lowering her voice to a whisper. "I heard about your adventure at the bank this morning. I am whispering, because Borden and Hawk are still screaming about your interference in police business. Instead of thanking you for foiling that robbery like they should be, they seem to think you should be in jail." Nancy realized she had still been holding her breath and let it out with a huge sigh of relief. Cindy still knew her and that meant a lot more to the blonde than she had realized. Maybe this reboot wouldn't be as bad as she had feared. * * * A little before noon, Nancy changed into her Black Widow suit, covered it up with her trenchcoat and locked up the office. The detective walked a few blocks to a dilapidated looking two storey building with a sign over the door proclaiming it to be Ed's Wrestling Emporium. The building was owned by Ed "the Executioner" Witkowski, a former professional wrestler who lived in the run down apartment on the second floor of the building. Ed claimed that he had once wrestled Stone Cold Steve Austin, but a knee injury had forced him to retire. Ed seemed to fancy himself as the next Vince McMahon and had bought an old gym and renamed it to the grandiose name on the sign. He had installed a wrestling ring which left room for a couple of hundred fans on folding metal chairs and on Monday and Thursday nights held his local amateur version of the WWE. Nancy doubted that those events paid his bills, but on Friday nights, Ed held another event that did bring in a crowd. That event featured all female wrestlers. It was no holds barred and the loser was the first woman to lose her costume and have an orgasm. Ed had tried to entice Nancy into taking part in the action, but she had gracefully declined. Since the former gym was not being used except for those three nights, Ed was willing to rent it out fairly cheaply to anyone who wanted to do so. Nancy had arranged to rent it for a couple of hours today to do some training with Ellen and Christine or rather Dolphin Woman and Ms. Patriot. While both young women were Aphrodites, with genuine super powers, neither had any training in hand to hand combat and Nancy had persuaded them to do something about that before it cost them dearly in their fledgling crime fighting careers. Christine and Ellen were in their costumes waiting for her and greeted her normaly, so that was more good news. Neither mentioned the bank robbery, apparently not having heard the news yet. Nancy was grateful for that as it spared her having to relate her most recent public humiliation for the moment, but she was under no illusion that the two younger women wouldn't demand all the salacious details in the future. They stepped into the ring and Nancy started them off with some basics. The detective went through how to roll with punches and how to fall properly without hurting yourself. After forty five minutes of this, the two budding superheroines were hot, sweaty and getting a bit impatient. "Come on Nancy, when are you going to teach us the cool stuff," complained Ellen. "Cool stuff?" asked Nancy arching an eyebrow. "Yeah, like fancy kick moves," put in Christine. "I loved that movie billy Jack and Jackie Chan is so cool too." "And those guys started with the basics, just like you two," pointed out Nancy. "It takes a lot of hard work and practice to be able to do those cool things." "Aw come on, let's just try something more fun," said Ellen. "I am tired of falling on my ass. I want to do something fun." Nancy sighed. She had never tried to teach before, but she knew this type of impatience was common among beginners who wanted it all right now. Had she been like that when she started learning? The blonde frowned as she tried to remember her first lessons in the martial arts and couldn't. Had it been that long ago? Nancy gave it up after a moment and turned back to her two charges. "Ok, we will see how you do on somethingmore fun," she said dryly. "I will play the heroine in this scenario and you two are the villans, intent on taking her down and raping her ass." Ellen snickered and looked down at her crotch. "That would be fun if I had the equipment to do it properly," she said. "Trudy told me she has a strap-on. I bet that I could borrow it for next time," added Christine helpfully. "For nice young women, you two have dirty minds," commented Nancy as she watched the two heroines circle around her. The private eye noticed the two were exchanging glances and little gestures, so they probably had cooked up something just for this kind of situation, perhaps thinking they were going to take their teacher down a peg or two. Well, the planning and team work was a good thing, but they were being a bit too obvious about it, thought Nancy. The two heroines moved around the blonde so they were on opposite sides and then both charged in with Ellen going low and christine high. Nancy leaped up in the air over Ellen's grasping arms and used Christiine's head as a pivot point to vault over her head and come down behind her. The detective then planted a foot into Christine's shapely ass which sent her flying into the ropes. The blonde bounced off the ropes just in time to meet Ellen getting to her feet from her attempted diving attack and the two collided and landed in a heap on the mat. Christine ended up more or less on top of Ellen and then impulsively leaned down and kissed the other woman on the lips. Ellen was taken aback at first, but then wrapped her arms around Christine and began to return the kiss with interest. Nancy sighed, and went over and pulled them apart and onto their feet. "Save it for the showers," she grumbled. "Preserve us from your Aphrodite genes and their impulses. We still have work to do." The two younger women both blushed a bit and nodded. Satisfied, Nancy started teaching them some more basic and slightly more fun moves that involved them tossing each other all over the ring. "You are both quick learners," said Nancy when she finally called a halt to the session. The detective was both impressed and a little bit surprised at how quickly the two had learned the moves she showed them. There must be something in the Aphrodite gene that allowed for such quick, instinctual grasp of unarmed combat. "Time for the showers," Nancy told her two beaming students. "And don't worry. I gave them a good going over to make sure there are no peep holes or hidden cameras. I trust Ed, but only to a certain point considering his Friday night show." "Maybe we should come see one of those shows," gigled Ellen as they trooped into the locker / shower room. "Maybe we should participate in one of those shows," smirked Christine. "Maybe you should both grow up," grumbled Nancy as she stripped off her body suit and walked over to the communal shower area and turned on the water. "If I didn't know better," said Ellen who had removed her gray swimsuit costume and joined Nancy under the water, "I would say you are turning into an old maid." "Old maids, don't end up naked and fucked as much as our Nancy," laughed Christine who now was also naked and standing under the water. "You two really need to learn to have more respect for your elders," complained Nancy as she began to shampoo her hair. "Oh, I respect my elders allright," said Ellen. "I listen to everything you say and I can prove it." With that, Ellen turned to Christine and pulled her friend in for a passionate kiss on the mouth. Nancy rinsed her hair under the water as she watched the two young heroines kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouth while their breasts and pussies ground into each other as they wrapped their arms tight around the naked body of their friend. "And just how is that listening to me?" asked Nancy. "You did say to save it for the showers didn't you?" giggled Ellen as she finally broke the kiss and ran her hand over Christine's ass. Ellen then closed her eyes briefly in concentration and her body changed with her skin taking on a sleek gray sheen under the water. She walked over to Nancy and grabbed the private eye's wrists in her hands and pinned Nancy to the shower wall and leaned in to lick her neck. "Mmmm, maybe I could be a bad ass villain and rape you afterall," she whispered. "Hey no fair using your increased strength when wet," complained Nancy faking a feeble struggle that made her breasts bounce on her chest. "All's fair in love and war," replied Ellen as she transferred her lips to Nancy's. "Hah, not so tough now," giggled Christine as she crouched down in front of Nancy as Ellen held her pinned and ran her tongue over the detective's pussy lips. Nancy moaned into Ellen's kiss as she felt Christine attack her pussy with her tongue and then her fingers as the perky blonde slid two of them into Nancy's slit and began to finger fuck her. Nancy decided the hell with it and let herself give in to the pleasure and temptation. "Oh fuck yes, rape me you two ruthless villains," she gasped. Ellen pulled her mouth back from Nancy's and did her best impersonation of an evil villain laugh. "Bwwwwwhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhaaaa, you my pretty are at the mercy of Dark Dolphin and her faithful sidekick," and she looked down at the pussy licking Christine. "Er, what is your name again faithful sidekick and fellow hero rapist?" Christine pulled her mouth off Nancy's clit and looked up at "Dark Dolphin" with her face glistening with Nancy's juices. "Er, Princess Porpoise, the pussy pummeler?" she suggested. "Way too many P's," said Nancy. "What, you dare make fun of my faithful sidekick?" said Ellen. "For that, you will be forced to lick my pussy!" "Oh no, I couldn't possibly," said Nancy in mock terror as Ellen pulled her away from the shower wall and laid the blonde private eye on her back as the water continued to shower them. Quickly Ellen straddled Nancy's face, lowering her wet cunt onto her mouth. "Eat me out you helpless detective. Acknowledge your defeat by servicing me with your tongue." an obedient Nancy stuck out her tongue and lapped it over Ellen's pussy while she felt Christine resettle herself in a kneeling position between her legs and resume her own assault on her cunt. Ellen clutched her new larger boobs playing with her much more sensitive nipples as she moaned loudly at the feel of Nancy's tongue sliding deep into her dripping pussy. "That's it helpless victim, lick my pussy and taste my juices. I order yu to make me cum." "Mmmmmmmhhhhh," was all that Nancy could muster as her mouth was smothered by Ellen's pussy and she flicked her tongue over the younger woman's inner pussy walls until she connected with her g spot and heard Ellen scream with pleasure above her. Meanwhile, between her legs, Nancy felt a new sensation as Christine demonstrated she had been practicing with her own new found powers as her body took on a faint red glow and her tongue became much warmer as it probed and licked Nancy's pussy. She has one hot tongue, thought the private eye as she didn't fight the orgasm building in her and exploded all over Christine's face and filling her mouth with her juices. That was followed a few seconds later by Ellen's similar release as she flooded Nancy's mouth with her nectar. As Ellen toppled off Nancy's face, overcome by her orgasm, Christine moved up to lie on top of the detective and kiss her on the lips. To Nancy's surprise, Christine still had a mouthful of her juices and the younger woman promptly dumped it into Nancy's own mouth and resumed the kiss, sealing the liquid between their lips. Needing to get off herself, Christine now ground her pussy into Nancy's with frantic speed until she got her release while triggering a second orgasm from the PI. "Oh thank god I came," moaned Christine. "I thought I was going to have to sneak one of our books from the erotic collection into the ladies room again and get myself off during coffee break!" Then the young librarian glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh damn, I better hurry up and finish showering or I am going to be late getting back to work." "That would serve you right for all your evil Princess Porpoise," said Nancy staggering to her feet. "And as for you Dark Dolphin," Nancy paused to run her tongue over her lips. "You taste delicious!" * * * The three women made arrangements for a date and time for their next session and Nancy had barely gotten in her office door when her cell phone rang. It was a number she didn't recognize. "Hello, is this Ms. Nancy Peye?" said a proper sounding female voice once Nancy had answered and said hello. Nancy agreed that was her name and the woman went on. "My name is Gretchen Zimmer and I am the shift supervisor for the ER at Delta City General Hospital. I am sorry to have to inform you that your brother Cyril Tate was brought in by ambulance an hour ago. He is alive, but seriously injured and unconscious. The information in his wallet listed you as his sister and next of kin and we would like you to come as quickly as you can in order to authorize any treatment that might be required." "My, my brother?" said Nancy in a confused tone. For a moment, the blonde wondered if this was some weird twist in the reboot, but more likely it was just Cyril's sense of alledged humour at work. Evidently Ms. Zimmer took this confusion for shock as she quickly went on trying to comfort Nancy. "Your brother is very much alive and we are taking good care of him. It would just be very helpful if you could get here as soon as possible." Cyril injured? Nancy had known Cyril's last name, but could never recall ever using it before and hearing it from the nurse had sounded so strange. Nancy realized she knew next to nothing about Cyril's life other than he owned the Pussycat Club and to be honest was a pimp. A good pimp to be sure by Delta City standards, but a pimp nevertheless. Nancy knew nothing else about his life such as where he was born, how old he was, nothing. Why on earth had he listed her as next of kin? In some ways that sounded incredibly sad that he listed a woman he had known only for a year and who knew so little about him as his next of kin." "Are you still there Ms. Peye? Are you alright?" said Ms. Zimmer. Nancy realized with a start that she had been silent for quite a while. "Yes, yes, I am ok. I will be right there." * * * "Hello, my name is Nancy Peye," said the detective coming up to the nurse's desk in the ER. "I received a call saying my brother Cyril Tate had been injured." The fifty something woman behind the desk with gray hair and the physique of a battle tank blinked and stared at the blonde, white woman in front of her. "You are Mr. Tate's sister? I wouldn't have...." she broke off and gave her head a shake. "I'm sorry. May I see some identification please?" Nancy produced her ID and the woman studied it for several seconds before handing it back to her. "Alright Ms. Peye, please follow me. I am not sure if your brother is conscious at the moment. He has been in and out since he got here." "What happened to him?" asked Nancy. "Was he in a car accident or what?" "I am afraid you will have to talk to the police about that," said the nurse and she gestured to a uniformed officer standing by the door to the ER. Nancy didn't think Cyril was alive, let alone awake when she went into the small examining room where he was lying with various tubes and machines hooked up to him and beeping away. His face was all bruised, one eye swollen shut and a huge bandage on one side of his head near the hairline. Nancy had tried to be as quiet as possible, but Cyril must still have heard or sensed her presence somehow as his one eye that could open flickered open and he gave her a weak smile. "Yo, babe, am I glad to see you." "Likewise brother dear, even though mom and dad always made you their favourite" said Nancy sweetly and Cyrils grin got a little stronger at that. Inwardly, Nancy gave another sigh of relief that Cyril also still knew who she was and that the reboot apparently hadn't affected their relationship. A rather strange thought, she reflected, for a private detective to have about a pimp. "What the hell happened to you?" asked Nancy moving to stand by the bed. "Just after closing," Cyril said in a weak voice. "I was taking a bag of garbage out to the dumpster and some goons were waiting for me there. Not sure how many, at least three I think. They jumped me and played some football with my head. Before I blacked out, the biggest one and the guy was huge, said they would be back soon with papers for me to sign and if I was smart, I would just sign them orthey would play the second quarter with my head." "Damn, one of the gangs trying to muscle in on the Pussycat?" asked Nancy though she already knew the answer. "The proverbial offer you can't refuse," agreed Cyril. "I hate to ask you this sis, but I am in no shape to do anything to stop them. I need you to look after the place until I am back on my feet." "Me?" said an incredulous Nancy. "Surely Frank can do that? I mean he knows your whole operation and all of the um aspects to it." "Frank is a great guy and he can fill you in on things," said Cyril. "But, Frank is no match for that kind of muscle. If he tries to stand up to them, he will just end up in the hospital bed next to mine, or worse. Pardon the expression, but I need someone with big brass balls to take care of things. You know what the gangs are like and what will happen to all my people if they take over the PUssycat." Nancy nodded, but was still trying to formulate all the reasons why this was such a bad idea when Cyril reached over to the bedside table and picked up his purple hat that she had never noticed sitting there. It was a little battered and dirty as he held it out to her. "Take this," he said. "It will tell everyone that you are in charge. Frank can tell you everything else you need to know." Nancy took the hat, not knowing what else to do and then Cyril closed his eye and slumped back on the bed and one of the machines started to beep much louder. Nurse Zimmer bustled back into the room from just outside where she had been waiting to give them privacy. She took Cyril's wrist and glanced at the monitors. "He is just unconscious again. I think he was just keeping himself awake so he could talk to you. I guess you two must be pretty close?" Nancy put the purple pimp hat on her head and nodded. "Please let me know when he wakes up. Whatever you do, if he wakes up, don't let him talk you into a game of crib." Nurse Zimmer gave Nancy a slightly uncertain nod as the detective left the room. * * * It wasn't a long conversation with the young, male policeman. Apparently, the outside cleaning crew that Cyril used found him when they got to the Pussycat Club. The police had no idea who had assaulted Cyril and from the attitude of the officer, they didn't much care. Someone beat up a pimp and strip club owner. Big deal. Nancy was only surprised the officer didn't say something about making sure the police protection payments kept coming under any new management. Nancy was just about to go out the main hospital doors, when a soft female voice called out to her. "Excuse me, are you Nancy by any chance?" Nancy turned around to find herself looking at a small African-American woman, dressed in a neat, smart looking business suit. "Yes, I am, what ....." she began, but her question was cut off by the woman slapping her hard across the face. "I needed to get that out of my system," said the woman still in that same mild tone. "Do you have time to join me for a cup of coffee?" "That depends on whether or not you have anything else you want to get out of your system," replied Nancy, glaring at the woman. The slap hadn't really been more than a mild sting, but it had taken her by surprise and getting surprised in her line of work was a sign of sloppyyness in her opinion. The woman shrugged. "I think I am good for now, but I can't promise about the future. I will try and give you some warning though." "Just who the hell are you anyway?" demanded Nancy, "and why should I even talk to you after you slapped me for no reason." "I had my reasons. My name is Veronica Tate," replied the woman. "Cyril is my son." * * * "So, why the slap?" asked Nancy a few minutes later in the hospital coffee shop as she added a couple of packets of sugar to her coffee and stirred it for some time to delay drinking it. "Someone who knows me and who works at the hospital phoned to tell me Cyril was in ER, but when I got here, they wouldn't let me see him. They said his medical information indicates his mother as "deceased" and his next of kin was his sister Nancy. Considering his only sister is Lily who lives in New York, I was a little bit put out," said Veronica. Nancy touched her cheek briefly. "Yes, I got that impression." "I'm not about to apologize for that yet," said Veronica. "I don't know much about you except I presume you are one of Cyril's girls." Nancy took a sip of her coffee and reached for more sugar. "I take it from your tone that you don't exactly approve of Cyril's occupation?" "What is there to approve of?" demanded Veronica angrily. "He runs a strip club and pimps out women. How am I supposed to approve of that?" "I don't think things are as black and white as you make them out to be," replied Nancy. "Well, that is an interesting turn of phrase coming from the daughter I didn't know I had," said Veronica dryly. Nancy sighed. "Look, I only met Cyril about a year ago, and I know next to nothing about his background or what led him to end up doing what he does." "Oh? I assume you are just one of those liberal white girls who wanted to show the world how liberal she is by sleeping with a black man?" asked Veronica hotly. "But of course, you never bothered to actually learn anything about him as a person." "I've never slept with Cyril," said Nancy trying to keep calm, but feeling her temper starting to rise. "If you want the honest truth and not the Bill Clinton evasion, I did perform oral sex on him once. Other than that, we have had mainly a business relationship." "And youexpect me to believe that?" retorted Veronica. "He named you as his next of kin and not his own mother!" As she spoke, Veronica's voice was rising and other people in the coffee shop were looking at the two women curiously. "I'm only telling you the truth", said Nancy. "And I am telling you the truth now," replied Veronica getting to her feet. "I think you are a damn whore and I am not going to allow someone like you to come between me and my son." Her hand drew back for another slap, but this time Nancy caught her wrist before it could connect. "Sorry, you only get one free slap," said Nancy who held the wrist as Veronica tried to tug her arm free. Finally, Nancy let go and the older woman turned on herheel and marched out of the coffee shop without another word. Nancy looked around the room at the faces staringat her. "She didn't like the coffee," she said and then also left. * * * Jerome gaped at Nancy as she walked acrosss the parking lot to the whores / strippers entrance of the PUssycat Club from her Honda. To be more precise, he was staring at the purple hat that she wore perched on top of her golden blonde hair. "Come inside Jerome," said the detective. "I want to have a quick meeting with everyone who is here in the change room." Jerome nodded and Nancy took that as a sign that the reboot had changed nothing at the Pussycat Club. The employees hadn't heard about Cyril's attack, but they had been wondering why he wasnt there as usual. Surrounded by the strippers, whores, bouncers and others like Trudy who was the head bartender, Nancy told them what had happened. . "When I left, he was unconscious and they were planning to move him to ICU," said Nancy. "I'm afraid they won't let him have any visitors there except his next of kin, which happens to be me." Despite the seriousness of thesituation, this brought smiles and a few outright laughs from the people gathered there. "Considering I once saw you blowing Cyril under the table, that makes for an interesting family relationship," snickered Trudy. "You don't know the half of it," replied Nancy unruffled as she remembered her meeting with Veronica Tate. "Well, I told Cyril I would look after the place until he got back, so that is what I am going to do. I am going to need all your help to keep things going. You should all know, however, that things might get dangerous if someone is trying to muscle in on the Pussycat Club. Don't decide now in the heat of the moment, but take some time to think about it. If anyone wants to get out of the line of fire, I won't blame you." Nancy paused and looked around the room, trying to meet the eyes of everyone there. Everyone looked suddenly somber, all humour forgotten as they looked back at her. No one said anything and after a few seconds, Nancy clapped her hands and spoke. "Alright then, just do your normal jobs and come to me with any questions or problems. Frank, can we meet in the office?" * * * Nancy sat back in Cyril's chair and it gave a loud squeak. The blonde scowled at the chair as it never made a sound when Cyril sat in it. She was beginning to think there was a conspiracy between all chairs in the world to squeak when she sat in them, but that sounded slightly paranoid she decided. "Are you ok with this Frank,?" she asked. "You are the assistant manager, and I was wondering if you felt passed over by Cyril asking me to look after things for him." Frank shook his head. "No, I am more relieved than anything. Oh, I am sure I could run the place under normal circumstances. I've been with Cyril for more than five years and I know this place inside and out, but these arent normal circumstances. We've known for a while that one of the gangs was sniffing around the Pussycat and those people play rough. I might be twice your weight, but I know damn well you could take me out without working up a sweat. I think you are our best chance to survive this mess." Nancy nodded. "I appreciate the confidence you have in me and your support. Do you have any idea which of the gangs is behind this?" Frank shook his head, not so much in a negative, but to clear his thoughts. "Thats kind of the weird thing. Gangs come and go in Delta City, but normally there are about half a dozen major movers and shakers. The rest are smaller fry who get by through alliances or associations with the big guys. Something has been changing lately. I don't know how to explain it since I don't really understand it, but it is almost like organized crime is operating on a franchise kind of model" Nancy arched an eyebrow and gestured for Frank to go on. Frank shrugged. "It is more like someone has been given permission to move in on us and take us over." Nancy frowned and thought bck to her recent meeting with Witchfire in Sanctuary where they had shared information. Krystal had been convinced that the criminal activity in Delta City had undergone a new level of sophistication and organization. How much of that was still true if Witchfire and Sanctuary had both disappeared with the reboot? "One of my sources has reported the same thing, but I don't know how reliable that information is," agreed Nancy then she gave her head a little shake. "Ok, I guess we wil just have to deal with stuff as it happens. Right now, I need you to give me the big picture and tell me what things I need to be doing that are the most important,". Frank nodded again. "Well I think you know pretty much all there is to know about the stripping part of the business," and he paused to grin at her. "Normally, I do the scheduling, but Cyril gives it a once over. Most nights we have two 'under table" girls on duty. If the customers want more than a BJ, they can make arrangements with them for a session in one of the back rooms. Most of the strippers also take private bookings. There are six girls who work the corners around the club," and here Frank gestured at the video camera monitors on the wall. "We try to make sure they are safe with the cameras. They generally work five nights a week, so on average we have four on duty at a time. Then there are the outside girls." Nancy nodded. "Yes, when I first started coming here, Cyril was passing me off as one of them since having a private detective around the place wasn't good for business." "Yeah, but now Detective Boobs is a Pussycat Club celebrity," said Frank. "Yes," rumbled Nancy. "I think that is what put me in the running for the most immoral woman inDelta City according to the polls. I only lost out to Dragon Queen by a bit and now that she might or might not be dead, that could leave me in first place." "Never believe the polls," Frank grinned. "There are a lot of other immoral women in the city like Panthress, KittyKat and even Esha. I am sure you won't be on top the standings for long." "Very comforting," replied Nancy sarcastically. "Tell me what I need to know about the outside girls." "They work by appointment. Much of their business is from travellers to Delta City. They get in touch with Cyril and he matches them up with the appropriate girl. Some of the girls havespecialties. Vanessa is our domanatrix Jaimie is our schoolgirl and so forth. The information about them and their schedules are on Cyril's computer and I can give you the passwords." "I trust all the girls are at least legal age?" Nancy asked. "Yep," agreed Frank. "Cyril verified them all and we have copies of their birth certificates. Cyril even took them to the best forger in town to make sure they were legit. . Jaimie is the youngest at 19, but she is small and looks younger so passes for 15 or so. You would be surprised how popular that makes her." Nancy made a face. "This is Delta City, so I doubt I would be surprised. Anything else?" "We normally have four bouncers on duty. One at the main door, one at the whore / stripper door and two rovers. Cyril and I acted as backup in case of trouble. Felicity is Trudy's relief at the bar, and also fills in as a waitress, under table girl or stripper depending on where we need her. Then there are Maria, Allison and the other waitresses. That is about it for the personnel side of things. Cyril normally does theMC work for the strippers so I guess that is your job now." * * * Frank and Nancy walked out into the main part of the bar as the first customers of the evening started to come in. "I forgot to ask about this outside cleaning crew," said Nancy. "They were the ones who found Cyril." Frank pointed down at the laminate flooring. "Cyril had this put in a few years back. It is easy to clean various bodily fluids off and it needs it every day. The cleaning crew comes in before noon and does all the floors in here, the stage, change room and so on. They also change the sheets in the back rooms. Cyril was real big on cleanlyness." Nancy frowned down at the floor and stomped on it with her boot. "Easy to clean I suppose, but it must be hard for the girls to kneel on," she said thoughtfully "I only tried it out that once with Cyril, but that was just a quickie.". "Take a look under one of the tables," suggested Frank. Nancy arched an eyebrow. "This isn't some kind of initiation trick is it?" she asked. "Nope," assured Frank. "Never a good idea to play a trick on a boss who can break you in two with her bare hands." Nancy shrugged and lifted the floor length tablecloth then crawled under the nearest unoccupied table and Frank got down on his knees to crouch beside her. Nancy had to laugh at what she saw. In a special little compartment under the table were a pair of foam knee pads, a little metal bucket and a bottle of mouthwash. "The girls can choose to spit or swallow," grinned Frank. It was a bit depressing, thought Nancy to have all the seedy details of the Pussycat Club spelled out and to become her responsibility. It made the private eye wonder if Veronica Tate had been right in herjudgement. On the other hand, Nancy was pretty sure the other clubs in town weren't worrying about niceties such as knee pads and cleaning crews, let alone nights off. * * * The first sign of trouble came just before the strip show was due to start in the form of two of Nancy's previous aquaintances along with a new friend. Panther and Tiger were a couple of punks she had previously evicted from the PUssycat as a favour to Cyril, and this time they pushed their way past the front door bouncer along with a third man. Nancy had been talking to Trudy by the bar when the trouble started and she quickly moved to intercept the trio. "You two were told you weren't wanted in here," said Nancy addressing Tiger and Panther. "That goes for any friends of yours too," she went on, looking at the newcomer. He was a tall black man who looked skinny because of his height which Nancy put at six inches over six feet, but he was in fact fairly muscular. It was just more of a basketball player physique than a football player. body "Let me introduce myself," the tall man said with a smile that showed a gold front tooth. "My name is Fritz like in the movie Fritz the Cat. I am here to assume management of this fine establishment, so now why dont you be a cool little bitch and get down on your knees and blow me?" "I take it you represent the people who beat up Cyril last night?" asked Nancy with an edge in her voice. "You got that right babe," grinned Fritz. "Cyril didn't want to listen to reason, so we had to make an example of him. Now this place belongs to us." "Who exactly is this 'us'?" asked Nancy. "I doubt you three losers are the brains behind anything more complicated than taking candy from babies." The grin vanished from Fritz's face and his hand started to move towards the inside of the black leather jacket he was wearing. Nancy caught that hand with her left hand as she doubted he was reaching for his business card. Her right hand made a fist and slammed into his stomach, doubling him over. and his chin met her knee on the way up. Panther and Tiger stood there looking stunned. Apparently they had been so confident that no one was going to oppose them with their new friend along that they hadn't even thought about doing anything. "Take your new pal and get out" growled Nancy. "Tell whoever you are working for now that the Pussycat Club is not for sale and is under my personal protection." "Tiger helped Fritz back to his feet and supported him as they turned to the front door. Panther stood his ground a moment longer to ask, "Who do we tell Kit, er our boss she has to kill?" Well,that answers that question, thought Nancy. "Tell her Detective Boobs is now managing the Pussycat Club, and if she is smart she will keep in her own litter box." Panther grinned at Nancy and gave her the finger. "Your funeral bitch," he said and followed the other two out the front door. * * * Nancy stepped out on the stage in front of the curtain to introduce Phoebe, who was the first stripper of the night. The sight of the busty blonde invoked cries of recognition from many in the crowd and more than a few cries of "take it off baby". Nancy flashed the crowd a grin. "Not tonight folks, I am just your MC for the evening." This brought on a few boos, so Nancy undid the top three buttons on her blouse which nearly had her girls popping into view and this made the crowd much happier as they hooted and whistled. "Now, now boys," went on Nancy, "let's give a big Pussycat welcome for our first dancer of the night. She is one of your favourites, Little Bo Peep, the lovely and enticing Phoebe!" Nancy gave her chest a final jiggle and slipped off stage as the curtain came up to show Phoebe in the most impractical sheperdess costume, but the crowd didn't seem to mind the lack of authenticity. "Funny how undoing a few buttons never calmed a crowd downe like that for Cyril," snickered Trudy as Nancy returned to stand by the bar. "I suppose not," agreed Nancy as they both watched Phoebe make some rather suggestive uses of her sheperdess's crook. * * * The second bit of trouble came in the form of a phone call. Cyril used a dedicated phone for his outside girls and Debbie was calling and sounding very scared. Before the show started, Nancy had sent text messages to all the corner girls and the outside girls that she was standing in for Cyril until further notice, so Debbie was expecting Nancy to answer the phone. "Nancy, this is Debbie," said the woman in a breathless rush. "I'm at the Twilight Motel by the airport. I was supposed to meet my client here, but when I got to the room, he was unconscious and there are three men here with knives and they told me to call you and I am soscared. Please, help me Nancy." "It's going to be alright Debbie," said Nancy calmly. I'll make sure they don't hurt you. I assume they want to talk to me?" "You got that right bitch," said a male voice as apparently one of Debbie's assailants had grabbed the phone from her. "We are going to have us another talk bitch, so haul your booty out here or something nasty is going to happen to Debbie here." * * * Nancy pulled into the parking lot of the Twilight motel and shut off the engine of her Honda Civic. Frank had wanted to come with her, but she had made him stay at the PUssycat in case this was just some kind of diversion to lure her away from the club. Nancy didn't think it was, but it was the best arguement she could come up with to keep Frank out of danger. When Nancy knocked on the door of room 118, she was hardly surprised to see it answered by Fritz. "Come on in bitch," he sneered and stepped aside to let her in. A very frightened Debbie was sitting in a chair while Tiger held a knife against her throat and Panther just stood there looking smug. A fully dressed man was lying on the floor in one corner. Nancy hoped he was unconscious and not dead. She started towards him, but Fritz had got between her and the man. "Don't worry bitch, he is alive. He is just going to have a headache in the morning and a story to tell his buddies," said Fritz as he moved to sit on the bed. "You weren't very nice to me earlier, but I am going to give you a chance to make up for it. Let's start by showing me those boobs." There was a squeak from Debbie and Nancy glanced that way to see Tiger had moved the knive closer to the woman's throat so it was now indenting the skin, but not cutting it. "That's right bitch. You do as I tell you," said Fritz, "or my boy Tiger there cuts her throat and we can all watch her bleed to death." Nancy took off her trenchcoat, feeling a sense of deja vu from that morning's bank robbery. The difference here was that there wasn't going to be any helpful intervention from the She Legion. Her current position as acting pimp seemed to preclude involving the She Legion and most certainly the police. All three men had their eyes glued to the blonde as she began to undo the buttons on her blouse and they were practically drooling by the time Nancy got to the fourth button and her nipples popped out from behind the concealing cloth. Nancy finished taking off the blouse and tossed it away as the gaze of the three thugs locked onto her 38F melons and the large pink nipples. Nancy noticed that Tiger had relaxed his grip a bit on Debbie and let the knive move an inch or so from her throat. Good, she was going to have to count on their baser instincts. Fritz was obviously the leader of this trio and while a little brighter than the other two, he couldn't be all that bright if he was going to rely on those two for backup. "Crawl over here bitch, I want to see those big titties swaying back and forth," ordered Fritz God, could these morons never come up with anything original, thought Nancy. I mean what is this whole "crawling" thing they seem to have? A good therapist might tell them it was all due to their own insecurities over their masculinity. Oh well, this probably helped her plan, so let me get down and crawl and put on a good show for them. The private eye got down on her hands and knees and put as much sway into her boobs and as much wiggle into her ass as she could on her way over to Fritz where she stopped in front of him and looked up with the proper look of respect and fear for her better. "That's much better bitch," laughed Fritz. "Now take my cock out and show it some love with that smart mouth of yours." Nancy gave the proper amount of hesitation and then put a bit of tremble in her hands as she fumbled with the belt and the button on Fritz's jeans. Her fingers slipped when she tried to pull the zipper down and she had to make a second attempt at it which brought a gloating sneer from Fritz. "You see what happens when a woman tries to do a man's job?" jeered Fritz and Tiger and Panther grinned and nodded. Panther had his eyes fixed on Nancy's ass as he started to ege towards the bed. Nancy finally managed to get the zipper down and reach inside to pull Fritz's semi hard cock into view. Well, the bastard was hung alright. It was already nine inches and promised to be bigger when fully erect. "Yeah, you like that big black dick don't you girl?" laughed Fritz. "I can tell when a bitch is hot for my baby boy. Just open up your mouth and use it for what it was designed for." Nancy wrapped her lips around the dribbling head of the cock and sheheard a sigh of pleasure from Fritz while she sensed Panther now standing right behind her. As the detective began to slowly push her mouth down onto the throbbing ebony shaft, she felt her skirt being lifted and her panties beingyanked roughly down around her knees. They were going to get in the way if she left them there, so she spread her legs wider apart and let them get pulled all the way down and off. Before coming to the motel, she had exchanged her plain cotton panties for a lacy little black thong and Panther couldn't resist holding it up to sniff it before stuffing it in his pocket as a keepsake. "Mmmmm, look at that shaved white pussy," said Panther as he ran his hand over Nancy's ass. "I love putting my big black cock in those tiny white cunts and stretchingthem out." By now, Nancy had most of Fritz's cock in her mouth and moving into her throat. The thing was now fully hard and she judged it to be about eleven iches, so it was taking a bit of effort on her part, but she had swalowed bigger ones. Looking in the mirror on the wall which she had managed to position herself for a good view, she could see Tiger's eyes were glued on the action on the bed and he had almost completely forgotten about his hostage and his knive hand was now positioned a good foot away from Debbie's throat. Nancy felt the head of Panther's cock rub over her pussy lips and start to push inside her and she intensified her oral attack on Fritz' cock, getting the entire thing down her throat and caressing it with her tongue. Panther was grunting and had grabbed her hips as he began to push his cock deeper into her. In the mirror, Nancy could see Tiger had now fully turned away from Debbie to watch the blonde get spit roasted like she deserved. Nancy did two things simultaneously. She closed her teeth hard on Fritz's cock which made him scream in agony and she smashed a fist back into Panther's face making him stagger back, pulling out of her as he fell on his ass. Nancy pulled her mouth free of the cock, noting the blood in passing and flipped herself backwards, one hand smashed down on Panther's stomach knocking the wind from him and she continued the motion until a foot connected with Tiger's jaw and sent him flying into a wallwhere he slumped down unconscious. Nancy got to her feet and reached down to grab the gasping Panther by an arm and lifted him up and flung him hard at Fritz who was clutching at his bleeding cock which was definitely no longer hard. The two men ended up in an unmoving heap on the bed. "Are you ok?" Nancy asked a wide eyed Debbie who could only nod. Nancy put her blouse and trenchcoat back on. She didn't especially want the panties back that Panther had sniffed, so she left them in his pocket. The detective crossed over to the unconscious john, felt a strong, steady pulse and found a bump on the back of his head. Nancy dumped the two unconscious men off the bed and laid their victim on it, so he could rest comfortably. Being careful not to leave any fingerprints, Nancy eased the man's wallet from his pocket and placed it in Tiger's hand, closing his fingers around it. Nancy then rifled the pockets of the two goons and took enough money to cover Debbie's fee plus an extra hundred as danger pay and gave it to her. "Keep it all for this one. The management values your services and hopes this unpleasant incident won't discourage you from working for us in the future." Despite her recent terror, Debbie couldn't help but laugh at the formal language and took the money. "Thanks, I can use the extra bit of money for my kid's dental bill." Nancy then offered Debbie her arm and they slipped out of the motel room to Nancy's car where she put in an anonymous call to the police to check out a possible robbery in room 118 of the Twilight Motel. A patrol car with flashing lights passed them going the other way when they were a block from the Motel. Hmmm, must be a rookie keener to have responded so fast to a call, thought Nancy. It would be interesting to see how the police wrote this one up. Courageous victim fights off three muggers before being knocked out? Of course explaining why two of the muggers were naked and one had his cock half bitten through might be hard to explain. If it was a rookie, he was about to get a lesson in the creative writing of a police report. * * * After dropping Debbie off at her house, Nancy returned to the Pussycat Club to thankfully find everything there was quiet and normal which meant Frank was hauling a client off the stage who was trying to get frisky with Octavia, a stunning latino stripper who was currently only halfway through removing her "gunslinger" costume that belonged in an X rated version of a Clint Eastwood spaghetti western. "Everything go ok little tits?" asked Trudy as Nancy leaned on the bar and surveyed the room after doing a quick check of the security monitors in the office. She also had those monitors hooked into her tablet now and it would beep if anything unusual was detected. "Yep, all looked after and that is Boss little tits to you," smiled Nancy. "Lick my pussy," replied Trudy. "Maybe later darling, maybe later," said Nancy and went back to her office. This is going to be interesting, she thought. The End