Delta City PI #23 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 belong to Mr. X. Nancy and the other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use Nancy in your own stories as long as you keep her character in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Author's Note Before reading this chapter, you might want to make sure you read the revised version of Chapter 22 or at least the first quarter of it. I accidently submitted the wrong version of Chapter22 after doing some significant revisions. If you would rather not do the reading, here is the synopsis of the changes. Reality has undergone a reboot. In the new version of Delta City, Witchfire and Sanctuary have disappeared. Lt. Falcon has been recalled to Washington and now Nancy's old foe Captain Hawk is back. The reason for the reboot? Silkcords and I were trying to collaborate on a storyline that shared characters between his Witchfire story and my Delta City PI. Unfortunately, the collaboration had to end and the reboot seemed like the best way to disentangle things. Hey, it worked for Spiderman didn't it? Didn't it? Sigh. Anyway, the reboot is explained a bit more in this chapter and then we forge ahead into the unknown. Please keep reading Silkcords' excellent Witchfire story when he resumes it. You can also check out his blog where he also posts his Witchfire and other stories at: silkcordsblog.wordpress.com And now on with our story ... Nancy lay there, afraid to move a muscle, afraid even to breathe. She looked down again at her naked body as it lay on the bed and wondered how she got herself into these situations. This was the worst yet, and there was no one she could call for help. "Don't squirm Detective Boobs," said Judy Wong regarding the blonde detective over the top of her sketch pad. "My nose is itchy," complained Nancy. "It is all in your immagination," replied Judy as she went back to drawing with her pencil. Nancy didn't dare sigh. She had been nervous about posing nude for Judy Wong's portfolio and had been putting it off until the girl had ambushed her last night when she got home from the PUssycat Club. Today was Sunday and she didn't go to her office on Sunday, Judy had pointed out, which made it the perfect time to do the modelling she had promised to do. Nancy had tried to protest about how she still wasn't sure it was a good idea and how her parents would react. Well, that had rather backfired thought Nancy as she cut her eyes to the chairs where Judy's mother Katy was sitting along with Judy's older sister Becky and their aunt Teri. All three were solemnly watching Judy paint the naked detective as she reclined tastefully on her bed in her apartment. There was a knock on the apartment door, but Nancy knew better than to move a muscle as Judy glared at her. Becky bounced up and went to the door and looked through the peephole. Oh, its just Grandma Wong, said the girl, opening the door. Just Grandma Wong, thought Nancy. That was rather like saying it was only Godzilla come for tea, which in fact might be the case as Katy and Teri were sipping on cups of green tea while a pot of the brew gently bubbled on Nancy's counter. " Grandma Wong looked over at the naked private eye and gave a snort. With Grandma Wong, a snort could mean just about anything from "the British are coming" to "look at the crazy white whore". Nancy thought that snort sounded rather more like the latter. The old woman walked over to stand behind Judy and eyed the sketch critically. "You have made her nipples too large," said the old woman. The other three also came to stand behind Judy and looked from her drawing to Nancy's nipples and back again. "They were larger when I started drawing," replied Judy. "Look, her nipples aren't even hard anymore. It is very hard to draw her properly when her body changes like that." Katy Wong nodded at her daughter and walked around to the bed and bent down to more closely examine Nancy's nipples. "You are right daughter, they are not really hard anymore." Having said that, Katy leaned down and took one of Nancy's nipples into her mouth and began to suck on it. "Er, what are you doing Katy?" asked Nancy. "I am getting your nipple hard, so Mother Wong can see that Judy drew it properly," said Katy reasonably. I must be fucking insane, thought Nancy as she fought back a moan and watched Katy switch to her other nipple. "It does look better," said Mrs. Wong grudgingly, though the first nipple is already not so erect. "I know, she is not cooperating very well," complained Judy. "Not cooperating?" said Nancy in a slightly peeved tone. "How do you expect my nipples to stay erect with everyone staring at them like they were a float in the Rose Bowl parade?" "Come here Becky," said Katy ignoring Nancy's protest. "You suck on one nipple while I do the other." Becky fairly skipped over to the bed and before an astonished Nancy could protest, the mother and daughter team were each sucking on one of her nipples. Nancy gave out another soft moan. "I thought torture was not allowed under the Geneva convention," she complained as she felt Becky and Katy's tongues slither over her now very erect nipples. Mrs. Wong gave another snort. "Stop squirming," admonished Judy. There was another knock on the door. "If that's Tonya O'Donnell or Megan Fitzpatrick wanting pictures for the supper news, I am not home," yelled Nancy as Teri Wong got up and opened the door after looking through the peephole. Cindy Kelly came in carying a huge vat of popcorn. The red haired policewoman surveyed the sight calmly and popped a handful of the popcorn in her mouth. "So, whats going on Nancy" "My nipples weren't hard enough apparently," replied Nancy. Katy and Becky took their mouths from Nancy's breasts. "Hmmm, they look pretty hard now to me," said Cindy popping some more popcorn in her mouth. "They are perfect now," said Judy. "Thank you mom and sis You can stop now." Katy and Becky both looked a bit disappointed as they went back to their chairs. Mrs. Wong gave another snort. "Is that popcorn I smell?" asked Nancy. "Yep, and I would offer you some, but I don't think Judy wants you to move," replied Cindy as she passed the bucket to the others who all took a handful and chewed on it while they went back to watching Nancy. "My nose is still itchy," whined Nancy. "I'm almost done," said Judy. "I think it is harder to draw a shaved pussy than an unshaved one." Perhaps it would look better wet?" asked Teri hopefully. Perhaps," said Judy, "but she would squirm too much." "I do own a gun you all realize," pointed out Nancy. "We're not worried," said Cindy. "Its in your trenchcoat pocket all the way across the room. Besides, you are probably more interested in the news I brought than shooting us." "Maybe," said Nancy doubtfully. When Cindy didn't continue, Nancy suppressed a sigh and asked calmly, "what is your momentous news then?" Angela Greer got another search warrant and went back to Oaks's place. "Do you know what the moron did?" "No," said a slightly cross Nancy. "I have been lying here naked and unmoving for the last two hours." "Not unmoving, you kept squirming," pointed out Judy. "Well you remember Oaks had you hung up naked with those chains in the big theatre where he does his television show?" asked Cindy. "I vaguely remember it," said Nancy dryly. "Well, the idiot actually used his television camera setup to video him and Sandor raping you. I saw the footage. It is pretty good quality." "Can we see it?" asked Becky with a gleam in her eye and both Katy and Teri appeared to be seconding the idea. "I am touched by everyone's concern over my getting raped," cut in Nancy. Hey, we care a lot," objected Cindy. "It is just that things like that seem to happen to you all the time. It is going to be a real bitch for their defence lawyer to argue that evidence away though." Mrs. Wong snorted. "All done," said Judy closing her sketch book. "At last," sighed Nancy and got up, scratching her nose. "Now give me some of that popcorn. The smell is driving me nuts." Cindy looked down at her empty bucket. "Ooops," she said. * * * Veronica Tate walked into the faculty dining room at Delta City University and the maitre'd hurried over to greet her. "Ah Professor Tate, your guest has arrived, may I show you to your table?" Veronica nodded and followed the fawning man to the table set for two in a quiet, secluded corner. "It is good to see you again Professor Tate," said the blonde haired woman who rose to greet her. "Please call me Veronica," said Professor Tate as she took the other woman's hand and they both sat down while a server placed menus in front of them and backed away. Veronica Tate studied her guest as she glanced at the dinner specials. Ms. Tawnee Lion was an impressive sight with her long mane of blonde hair and a full rich body that her prim attire simply couldn't hide while her hazel eyes appeared huge behind her glasses. "So, how did your meeting go with Ms. Peye?" asked Tawnee after they had both ordered. "I suppose about how I figured it would go after watching that video of her you sent me," replied Veronica. "I hadn't planned on talking to her in that environment, but when I got the call about Cyril and then saw the wh, er woman there, I couldn't not do it." "And how is Cyril doing?" asked Tawnee. "He is still unconscious," said Veronica. "Ms. Peye did at least tell the hospital that I was allowed to inquire about his condition. Can you believe the nerve of her? I am his mother and she had to give permisssion for me to learn how my own son is doing!" "Well, she was named the second most immoral woman in the city and a close second to Dragon Queen, in a recent poll," pointed out Tawnee. "That is one of the reasons we at the Delta City Improvement Committee are so concerned about her involvement with the Pussycat Club and your son. Likely, he would not be in the hospital at this very moment if not for her." Veronica nodded. "Quite likely, but I don't see what your committee thinks I can do about it." "The DCIC would like to see the PUssycat Club repurposed to a more wholesome environment as the first step in improving the moral character of the city," said Tawnee. "And change the name too I hope," replied Veronica. Tawnee hesitated, "er perhaps. It is more the nature of the entertainment it provides that we are concerned with." "I still don't understand what this has to do with me," objected Veronica. "Well, this is slightly in bad taste, but with your son incapacitated, his business interests should more properly be managed by his family and not some golddigger," said Tawnee. "Our lawyers believe that if you made an application to the correct judge, you would be awarded control of the PUssycat Club." Veronica frowned. "But, I don't want to run a nightclub, even one that is repurposed to more wholesome entertainment. I am the Dean of English literature and have no interest in getting into the entertainment business" "Hmmm, yes that is a problem," said Tawnee tapping her long manicured fingers on the table and looking thoughtful. "I am not sure how to get around that," she said finally. "Would the committee consider taking over the club?" asked Veronica. "Hmmm, I don't know," said Tawnee slowly. "They might be persuaded to do so on a temporary basis. I will have to be very persuasive, but I might possibly manage it. The first step, however, is still going to have to be going in front of a judge to get an injunction to allow you your proper control. Are you free tomorrow afternoon? I think Judge French is available." "I'm not sure I am comfortable with resorting to legal action so quickly," said Veronica as she took a sip of her water. "I agree it is most distasteful. One of my associates, Mr. Morris, is going to have a meeting with Ms. Peye in the hopes of persuading her to do the right thing, but considering her reputation, I am not sure how that will go." "I hope your Mr. Morris is very persuasive," commented Veronica Tawnee smiled. "Oh yes, he can be very persuasive, I can assure you, but we still need to be prepared for legal action if Ms. Peye is still being unreasonable." Veronica nodded and then the conversation stopped as the waitress arrived with their food. * * * Nancy stood there in Cyril's room in the ICU and stared down at the unconscious man as the blood pressure machine began its automatic and regular cycle while other machines beeped and whirred. The nurse had assured the blonde detective that her brother was stable, but they couldn't predict when or even if he was going to wake up again. Nancy wished for a moment that she believed in some god or goddess, so she might appeal to them on Cyril's behalf, but that kind of belief had never been part of her life. After a couple of minutes of watching Cyril's chest rise and fall, Nancy left the Get Well card signed by everyone at the PUssycat Club on the little table beside the bed and left. On the way out of the hospital, Nancy saw Veronica Tate in the parking lot, but the older woman stormed past her with only a withering glare and no words. It was obvious that the woman loved her son, but equally obvious that something had divided mother and son in the past. Nancy had no idea what that might have been and of the two people who could tell her, one was unconscious and the other hated her guts. Maybe she could pry the story out of Cyril when he woke up. As a licensed private detective, minding other people's business was her business afterall. "She doesnt like you very much," came a female voice that startled Nancy out of her reverie. Looking around, the blonde saw Roberta Sanchez. The latino woman had been the one who had treated both Fancy Pope and herself on the beach after their respective trips to Bridge's island. "I think you can safely say that is true," agreed Nancy as the EMT came closer. "Long story, but she thinks I am a gold digging whore out to ruin her son with my siren's call." "The guy from the Pussycat Club?" asked Roberta with a raised eyebrow. "Yes," replied Nancy who saw Roberta's raised eyebrow, matched it and called with her second eyebrow. "How did you know?" "Vic and I took the call and we brought him in after the cleaning crew guys found him in the alley," explained Roberta. "Then I owe you again, smiled Nancy. "Cyril is a good friend of mine." "You'r welcome," said Roberta, "but a strip club owner and pimp? I am not casting any stones here you understand, but he hardly seems like a pillar of the community." "No offence taken," Nancy assured the other woman. "Oddly enough, despite his professions, Cyril is one of the better guys in town." Nancy shrugged, "he sells sex, but he does it openly and treats people who work for him well. In his way, he is a lot more honest than most of the people in public office in this crap hole of a city." Roberta didn't look totally convinced, but Nancy figured she wouldn't have been either if their positions were reversed. "So, how is he doing? asked Roberta after a moment, thinking that was a safer topic. "Not great," said Nancy. "He is in ICU and still unconscious and they don't know when or if he will wake up. In the meantime, you are looking at the new manager of the Pussycat Club." "All aspects of his operation?" asked Roberta with a mixture of amusement and astonishment. "Yep," replied Nancy which made Roberta blush a little as she thought about some of those aspects. "Oops, gotta go," said Roberta as she caught sight of Vic waving to her across the parking lot. "It was good to see you again. We have to do coffee sometime when you are free and I hope Cyril comes out of it." "Thanks," said Nancy, "and by the way I saw you on tv when that fucking Aberration was on his rampage. Good job." Roberta blushed at the praise, nodded and then hurried off to where Vic was getting into the front seat of the ambulance. Nancy sat behind the wheel of her car in the hospital parking lot thinking about things after Roberta had left. She had spent some hours reading old newspapers and on the Internet to try and determine what exactly had changed with the reboot yesterday. The main change seemed to be that there was no sign of Witchfire, or that she had ever existed in this version of Delta City other than the arcade token and the AA medallion that she had given her. For example, Newspaper articles and even video showed the Aberration rampaging through the city and easily swatting down the entire She Legion. The videos very graphically showed the villain brutally raping Ms. Americana, Amazing Babe and several others of the heroines before disappearing into the sewers. About the only thing the She Legion managed to accomplish had been to distract him long enough for the toplesss Megan Fitzpatrick to escape. Likewise, there was no record of Dragon Queen or even a fake of her being shot by some mystery assassin. There had been some fight out at the old water treatment plant involving the She Legion and Dragon Queen, but no one knew much about what happened there and the She Legion had been very tight lipped about it. From past experience, Nancy knew that generally meant the heroines got their asses royally raped, but had somehow managed to stumble through it. Beyond the missing Witchfire, the only other significant change to history seemed to be around Falcon and Hawk. The latter had not died while attempting to kill her during the fiasco at the Ritz Hotel with that poor bastard Tod. He had merely been injured and for the last month or so, his newly arrived second in command, Lt.Falcon had taken over his duties. All of her dealings with Falcon had happened just as she remembered them, including his help in rescuing her from Sandor and Oaks. Hawk had simply taken the credit for that and Falcon had been shipped back to Washington to answer questions about some of his actions and the company he kept. The latter apparently meaning her. Whoever had backed Falcon and sent him to try and clean up the mess in the Delta City PD had apparently lost favour in the reboot, leaving Borden and Hawk firmly in charge. Nancy didn't think Falcon's recall was any coincidence either as Bridge and the others pushed for bail, New video evidence or not, removing Falcon's testimony would be a severe blow to the prosecution.. The other thing that worried Nancy was Dr. Weird and Sanctuary. Weird had been the one who had created Sanctuary and with him gone, apparently so was Sanctuary. The private eye hadn't dreamed that the reboot device could remove a Sorcerer Supreme as the kind of power required to do that was frightening. She could only hope that there were larger cosmic forces at work that would fill that void. The worst part was that there was no one she could tell about much of this. She was the only one who remembered how things had been before the reboot. Cindy, Ellen and some of her other friends might actually believe her if she told them, but Nancy didn't feel she could tell them. How can you tell people that everything they know and think is true can be changed on a whim by someone else? That type of knowledge might drive even the strongest minds to the breaking point and despair. There was too much to do and only one of her to do it. Nancy sighed and started the car to go pick up Cindy. * * * A naked Danielle stepped out of what at first glance might have been mistaken for a medium sized swimming pool, ecept the liquid it was filled with had the viscosity and colour of vomit and was streaked with blood red patches. "Everything seems to be working out as we expected," she said to her brother as Danial entered the chamber, came over to her and ran his hand lightly over her ass. "Indeed," he agreed. "I was somewhat worried about the reboot considering its age and the state of the mechanism, but the repairs to it in Valley Springs and Blackstone Bog seem to have stabilized it for the moment." "For which we can thank our Nancy whore," laughed Danielle as she began to help Danial remove his clothes, not for the first time thinking how silly it was to have to wear these things when they dealt with humans., something they had had to do too much of recently in her opinion "With the reboot, we won't have to deal much at all with the humans," said Danial, Almost as if reading his sister's thoughts. "We can probably delegate most of that to Tendril and Moonsilver, now that those presumptious twits have been dealt with. No more secret council," snickered the demon as he reached up to fondle Danielle's large breasts. "I never liked the idea of working with them in the first place," said Danielle as her hand grasped Danial's hardening cock and began to stroke it. "When we first came to this reality and discovered the mechanism, we needed their so called science to understand and make use of it," noted Danial as he moaned softly at his sister's caress of his member. "The fools never realized we could control the mechanism directly without their machines. Cromwell thought he could dispose of us when we were no longer of use to him and he was already making those arrangements when our preemptive strike proved him wrong. He and his allies still have their wealth and their positions, but they no longer have any memory of us or the mechanism. Who knows? They may even reform their secret council and make more grandiose plans. In fact, that would even benefit us if they continue to target the Aphrodite whores since it would generate more sexual energy for us to feed on." At this, both demons glanced at the bubbling pool and the large yellow crystal suspended above it that glowed now and then as it fed energy to it from the mechanism. Danielle pushed Danial onto his back beside the pool and climbed on top of him. "The witch and all the other outsiders are gone? Where is she now?" "Totally gone," confirmed Danial. "The reboot expelled all foreign beings from this reality except our dear sweet, contaminated Nancy. We don't understand the mechanism enough to know for certain what happened to the witch." She might have been simply sent back to her original dimension, or perhaps another reality was split off in which she can play her silly games. It doesn't really matter as she can no longer bother us. As long as we control the reboot mechanism, she cannot return to this reality. With the witch no longer protecting the She Legion cows, we shall sic our new tool on them once her conversion is completed which will be soon." "I don't think the dear little slut suspects a thing yet," laughed Danielle as she lowered her pussy onto Danial's cock which easily slid deepinside her wet tunnel. "She even believes that we are enemies, and has yet to realize it was all done to manipulate her into doing what we wanted. By the time she catches on, it will be too late for her." "Much too late," laughed Danial and he began to thrust his cock up into his sibling. "Humans like Bridge will serve our interests without even knowing we exist or at least not what we truly are, out of their greed and lust. Humans are so absurdly easy to predict and manipulate. We have no need for human allies when human puppets will suffice." * * * "Tell me again why we are going to a movie on a Sunday afternoon?" asked Cindy as they got their tickets and strolled into the lobby. "I wanted popcorn," replied Nancy steering them towards the canteen counter. "And?" asked Cindy. "And what?" asked Nancy innocently as she got a large bucket of popcorn with double butter and an extra large soft drink. "I ssmell an ulterior motive," replied Cindy as they gave their tickets to the usher and went into the largely empty theatre. 'I think that is a bit of burnt popcorn you are smelling," replied Nancy as she led the way to seats at the very back. "Well, I would like to think you let me pick the movie and that you are picking these seats for a bit of a movie makeout session, but my intuition says there is another reason," said Cindy as they sat down. "Well, I did tell Reggie to meet us here," said Nancy. "And who exactly is Reggie?" asked Cindy helping herself to some of Nancy's popcorn. "Hmm, let's just say, it wouldn't be a good idea to introduce yourself as a police officer when he comes," said Nancy. "Oh great, I get to witness a felony," grumbled Cindy. "Well, I don't know for sure that the stuff he sells is illegal," replied Nancy. "I just haven't asked too many questions. He can get the equipment I want for the PUssycat Club and at a good price." Cindy sighed. "Yeah, because it fell off a truck somewhere, hopefully not at gun point." The redhead paused her popcorn eating and gave Nancy a more serious look. "Are you sure you want to keep doing what you are doing at the Pussycat Club? I mean, if it hasn't occured to you, you are now a pimp and officially one of the people I am sworn to arrest. I belive the charge is living off the proceeds of prostitution." "That might be a fine legal point," replied Nancy. "I am managing the Pussycat Club pro bono. I am not taking a penny of money from it and all my income comes from my detective work." "And stripping," countered Cindy. "Which is legal in Delta City," said Nancy. Besides, what choice is there? Should I just step aside and let Kitty Kat take over the PUssycat Club? You know what that would mean for people like Trudy, Phoebe and the others. Cyril at least treats his people well and keeps out the drugs and other criminal activity. He just sells sex." "Which is still illegal," countered Cindy. "Technically yes, but I have seen the accounting entries and know exactly which cops are taking money to look the other way. Cyril has it all nicely documented and copies safely stored away. If they raid the PUssycat, a lot of cops will find out they just turned up the hot water they are in to boiling." Cindy gave another sigh. "You know I like all the girls there at the club. They are a good bunch and a hell of a lot better people than many of the cops I work with. It is just the nature of the job and this silly damn oath I swore to uphold justice." "Well justice and the law are two different things," pointed out Nancy. "I'm not saying that I think stripping and prostitution are wonderful career opportunities for women either. It is just that the world is not always black and white. Sometimes it has fifty shades of gray. In this case, Cyril and the PUssycat Club are closer to the side of angels than the people trying to take it over." Cindy tried to formulate another protest, but at that moment, the lights went out and the screen lit up with the first of many trailers. Ten minutes into the movie which was a popular romcom, as she had vowed not to take Nancy to another adventure movie after the last time, Cindy saw a figure slip into the seat next to Nancy. "Hello Reggie, you got the stuff?" asked Nancy in a whisper. "Of course love, though you specifying any brand except Bridge was a bit of a poser," whispered Reggi in what Cindy thought was a bit of an incongruous English accent as Reggie had such dark skin that she could barely see him in the dark theatre. Nancy took a roll of bills from her coat pocket and started to hand them over. "The agreed on price," she said as Reggie offered up a large plastic shopping bag. The detective had kept money from last nights sales for this purchase after she and Frank had deposited the rest in a night deposit box at the bank Cyril used. "Did you want the eight inch discount today love?" asked Reggie with a hint of hope in his voice. Nancy hesitated for a second then nodded. Reggie peeled some bills off the roll of money and gave them back to the blonde private eye. Cindy was about to ask what the eight inch discount was when she heard a zipper being pulled down and glancing over she saw Nancy's blonde head start to bob up and down in a rhythmic motion while a soft moan of pleasure escaped Reggie's lips. Cindy gaped as she watched her friend's mouth glide up and down the ebony shaft that glistened int the faint light from the screen. Reggie's left hand was resting on the top of Nancy's head, not applying any pressure, but just stroking her hair as his cock was sucked. "Oh god love, you give the best blowjobs in the city," moaned Reggie loud enough that a pair of teenagers in the row in front of them turned around and watched in fascination as the blonde gobbled up the black cock with her mouth. Cindy felt herself getting wet as she played voyeur to this scene. she watched Nancy slide her mouth all the way down until the entire cock disappeared between her lips and she held it there while Reggie bucked his hips and fucked her face. Suddenly the man gave a gasp and Cindy knew he was unloading his balls into Nancy's mouth. Cindy heard the sound of gulping and swallowing and finally after another minute or two, Nancy sat upright and there was the sound of a zipper being done up. "Always a pleasure doing business with you love," murmered Reggie and he got up and left. "Wow," said the teenaged boy looking at Nancy as she wiped her lips with a tissue. "I don't suppose you want to ....," but his girlfriend grabbed him by the ear and turned him around and back into his seat. 'I don't know whether to be grossed out or turned on by that," whispered Cindy to Nancy. "I saved Cyril a hundred dollars" replied Nancy calmly. Cindy gave her head a shake. "Eight inch discount eh? I don't imagine Wade-Mart is going to be advertising that in their flyer." "Actually reggie is more like seven inches," replied Nancy, "but you always expect a bit of hyperbole in advertising and I don't want to hurt his feelings. He can get me stuff that nobody else can." "What did you buy or do I want to know?" asked Cindy nervously. "Nothing illegal this time," Nancy assured her. "It is just some electronics equipment and it was a bit of a rush order." After a while, Nancy looked over at Cindy. "So which won?" "Pardon?" replied Cindy. "You said you weren't sure if you were grossed out or turned on, so I was wondering what the verdict was?" asked Nancy. "You are the adventuresome one," whispered Cindy. "Why don't you find out?" she joked. Her snicker was abruptly cut off as she felt Nancy's hand suddenly rub over the crotch of her jeans. "From the wetness, either you got turned on or you spilt some pop on yourself," whispered Nancy. "Um," was all Cindy could manage before she felt Nancy undoing her jeans and slipping a hand inside them and into her panties. A moment later, the hand pulled out of her panties and Nancy put her fingers in her mouth. "I think turned on won out," she said licking her fingers. "I think I should call a police officer and report I was just molested in a theatre," whispered Cindy. "So does that mean you don't want me to continue?" asked Nancy quirking an eyebrow. "I think I better gather more evidence first," replied Cindy and a moment later she got her wish as Nancy's hand slid back into her pants and began to rub her pussy gently. Cindy couldn't help but let out a moan when the blonde slid a finger inside her and began to stroke in and out. Apparently the moan was loud enough for the two teenagers to hear as they once more turned around to watch what was going on behind them. "For adults, the two of you are setting a terrible example for us teenagers," whispered the girl as she watched in fascination as Nancy's hand moved back and forth in Cindy's pants. Nancy pulled her fingers out of Cindy once more and started to bring them up to her lips, but hesitated. "Are you 18?" she asked the girl who nodded. Nancy offered her fingers instead to the girl. The teen hesitated and then her mouth wrapped itself over Nancy's fingers and cleaned them off. "Hey Mandy, how come it is ok for you to do that, but when I asked for a simple blowjob, I got my ear pulled," whined the boy. "Shut up Sydney," said Mandy. "If you ever want to get past first base in this lifetime, just shut the hell up." Nancy returned her fingers back into Cindy's pants and the redhead moaned again as this time two fingers slipped inside her pussy and another rubbed over her clit. Then without conscious thought, Cindy found her fingers sliding under Nancy's skirt and wandering slowly of their own accord northwards until they found the motherload. She slipped two fingers into Nancy slit and began to return the pleasure she was receiving. The movie totally forgotten, the two teens sat enraptured watching the two older woman finger fuck each other to an orgasm. As Nancy and Cindy finally removed their fingers from each other, Mandy leaned closer and whispered, "umcan I er do it again?" and when Cindy and Nancy offered their fingers, she greedily sucked them clean. On the way out of the theatre when the movie was over, the girl whispered one last message to the pair. "Thanks, you two were a lot more fun than that dumb movie." Sydney didn't say anything. * * * Captain Glory peered at the city rising up before him on the horizon. Under him, the engine of his motorcycle sounded rough to his ears and he hoped it wouldn't die before he got to Delta City. Some of the other heroes had tried to dissuade him from coming here. Yeah, the heroines there have the biggest hooters on the planet, they had said, but you won't find a more strident pack of self righteous feminists anywhere else in the world. Captain Glory gave a mental shrug. He wasn't sure exactly why he was coming here other than he had nothing better to do. The second rate secret government agency that had given him his powers and funded him had been wiped out in the last federal budget, leaving him high and dry. He had never been enthralled with his cover job as the manager of a fast food burger joint, so he finally told them where they could shove the all meat patties and hit the road. Delta City seemed like as good a place as any to go. He shifted the heavy weight of his square, red, white and blue shield on his shoulders. Square? Why had the idiots given him a square shield? Who cared about copyright? The thing was about as aerodynamic as a frozen duck. Adantium and Vibranium composite? Not a chance. The thing was a titanium steel alloy that was as heavy as hell andchipped around the edges. Just outside the city limits, it began to rain. Just fucking great, he thought as he felt himself get soaked. Just fucking great. * * * Nancy carried her plastic shopping bag across the parking lot to the stripper / whore entrance of the Pussycat Club. She supposed she could go in the front door now since there was no need for pretense and she even had keys for it, but somehow it just seemed right to use this door like she always had. In fact, she was wearing her hooker outfit under her trenchcoat tonight. Cindy had volunteered to come with her and help out, but Nancy had talked her out of it. Despite the reassurances she had given Cindy in the theatre, getting caught working at the PUssycat Club might be the end of her police career, especially with Hawk back in the picture. Inside the club, Nancy gathered the crew together and began to hand out and explain the equipment she had brought with her. The PI was sure that Kitty Kat was not going to simply give up after last night's setbacks. That had been their B team and she hadn't seen hide or fur of Morris who was Kitty Kat's main enforcer. Good communications was always crucial in a battle and that is what the new equipment was. There were small, wireless headsets for herself, Frank, Trudy and the bouncers. They consisted of a small earbud that went into one ear and a mic that nestled along the jawline at the corner of the mouth. As unobtrusive as these were, they still weren't suitable for most of the other girls. For them, Nancy had gotten earbuds so small that you would almost have to know they were there to see them as well as some built into earrings. The mics were separate, small disks that could be attached to a necklace or choker. The corner girls got units with a greater range, so no one was left totally on their own. Nancy had picked up and delivered new cell phones with new numbers to all the outside girls like Debbie. She blamed herself for that debacle last night, as in the rush, she hadn't thought about the possibility that Cyril's attackers had plenty of time to check his computer schedule, so they could set up the ambush. Tonight, there were only two outside appointments and Nancy had switched hotels and rooms and made sure there was no spyware on Cyril's computer. "If you need to broadcast to everyone, just say 'General Alert' into your mic," said Nancy. "Otherwise say the handle of the person you want to talk to and then speak. Just like on Star Trek." Everyone picked a nick name or handle to use with the equipment. Nancy had tried, without success, to pick a name other than Detective Boobs, but she had been voted down. So much for being a dictator, she thought. Trudy was Big Mama, Sahara was Black Beauty and Frank was Meat Man. Considering the package Nancy had seen the other night, he wasn't bragging though he claimed it had been his college football nickname. * * * Nancy went up to introduce the first stripper of the night. The dark haired busty Page was opening with her Ms. Americana act. Nancy felt a little guilty over this, but the Delta City heroines were a popular act for strippers and audiences. It was at least better than capturing and forcing the real heroine to strip as had happened quite a few times in the past, thought Nancy. Almost all the girls had one heroine in their repetoire such as Sahara who did an excellent Lady Midnight. Nancy did the introduction in her hooker outfit without her trenchcoat and while she spoke, she made sure to play with the tie on her halter so it "accidently" came undone and spilled out her boobs to the delight of the crowd. With them, suitably warmed up, Nancy scampered off the stage and let Page take over. The first excitement of the night had nothing to do with Kitty Kat or her goons. "Big Mama to Detective Boobs," said Trudy a while later when Sahara was on stage doing her Cleopatra routine, during which most of the audience thought that she owned one very lucky asp (defanged of course). "What's up Big Mama?" asked Nancy. "Table 12. Looks like a college girl here with a couple of guys to get a thrill. One of them just put something in her drink when she wasn't looking." Nancy didn't bother asking Trudy if she was sure. When Trudy, with all her experience as a bartender, said she saw something, Nancy wasn't going to waste time doubting her. The detective strolled over to table 12 and neatly took the drink from the girl's hand as she was rasing it to her lips. "Er, is something wrong?" asked the girl. "I'm 19, honest. The bouncer carded me on the way in." "Nothing you did ma'am," replied Nancy and turned to the guy who had doctored the drink according to Trudy. "I think you should have this drink and then we can time how long it takes you to pass out." Then we will take your pants off and draw things on you with permanent markers for shits and giggles. The man stared at Nancy though it did take him several seconds to get his eyes up to hers from her breasts in that hooker outfit. Then he looked at the drink, the girl and back to Nancy as he licked his suddenly dry lips. He finally decided on bluster. "I don't know what you are talking about you stupid fucking whore." "Oh, I think you do sweetie," cooed Nancy. "You either drink this drink or I can pour it down your throat or you and your wing man can get the hell out and we will make sure the young lady gets home safely." The idiot actually came up swinging and Nancy caught his fist with her other hand. The guy gaped at her at first, but then she began to squeeze and a few bones started to grind together. He gave a cry and Nancy let go of his hand. "The two of you have exactly ten seconds to get out and never come back," and this time Nancy's tone was flat and her eyes hard. The two men were out the front door in eight seconds. "They, theydrugged my drink?" asked the girl watching her two "friends" departing. "I'm afraid so," said Nancy. "I will get you a replacement drink, courtesy of the house. You are welcome to stay, or we can get you a cabhome?" The girl looked up at Nancy, eyes lingering on her chest for a moment and then back to the stage where Sahara was in the process of losing her top. "I think I'll stay for now," she said with a smile. * * * Phoebe was on stage doing her little mermaid routine when the next hint of trouble came. "Meat Man to Detective Boobs," said Frank who was on camera duty in the office. "Can you come take a look at something?" "What is it?" asked Nancy slipping into the office and glancing at the bank of video monitors. Frank pointed to one of the external monitors mounted near a corner. "That car is acting weird. It has been cruisingaround for the last 15 minutes or so." Nancy frowned. "You don't think it is just a nervous john? Someone looking to pick up a girl for the first time?" Frank shook his head. "No, it is hard to explain, but I've watched these monitors an awful lot and after a while you can sort the customers out. Some aren't picky and go for the first girl they see. Others might cruise a bit and then pick one. This guy isn't acting likeany normal customer. It is more like he is casing them all, like a wolf looking for a stray lamb to pick off." Nancy frowned at the screen. "Ok, so if you were this creep,which one of our lambs would you go after?" Frank rubbed his chin. "Penny I think. Lighting is poorest and thefarthest away." Nancy nodded. "Detective Boobs to Bad penny," she said using the woman's handle. "Do you see that green SUV just about to turn the corner?" "Affirmative," said Bad Penny who probably had seen Aliens once too often. "As soon as it turns the corner, get yur cute little ass back here. I will meet you," said Nancy. Nancy grabbed her rarely used purse which had her gun in it tonight and headed for the door at a run. If the car followed its pattern, it would make a slow circuit and come back to Penny's corner. Nancy met the blonde at the edge of the parking lot. She was wearing a low cut lemon yellow top and a short black skirt. Penny was not as busty as her, but they were roughly the same height. "Ok, let's swap tops," said Nancy tugging off her halter and handing it to the surprised Penny who quickly grasped the plan and peeled off her yellow top and gave it to Nancy. "Get inside the Pussycat and tell Frank to stop drooling." With that, Nancy took off at a run and made it to Penny's corner before the green SUV came back in sight. Nancy swore under her breath when another car pulled ahead of the suspect car and stopped in front of her. She had ditched her headset for the small earbud and had palmed one of the disk mics which she spoke into as she moved towards the stopped car. "Meat Man, I have to look after this guy. Keep an eye on our suspect in case he gets impatient and changes targets." Nancy didn't wait for a reply but leaned in the open car window, giving the man a very good look at her cleavage. "Hey honey, what are you looking for?" The man was barely that. He looked like a first year college student and he also looked very nervous "Ummm, er a b blow job," he stammered. "That will be fifty bucks up front," said Nancy and the guy started to fumble for his wallet as Nancy circled the car and got into the passenger seat beside him. She calmly took the money and put it in her purse and decided she might not tell Cindy about this one. "Just drive up ahead there where the street light is broken and where we will have a little privacy," said Nancy and the boy nodded jerkily and pulled into the shadows. "First time with a working girl kid?" asked Nancy as she reached over and began to undo his belt and open up his pants. "Yes ma'am," squeaked the boy. "I, um, my girlfriend doesn't want to you know .." he trailed off as Nancy pulled his cock from his pants. "She doesn't want to go down on your nice cock?" said Nancy playing her role. "Silly girl doesn't know what she is missing," and with that the detective wrapped her lips about the head of the boy's cock. She swirled her tongue around it and felt it get harder in her mouth. "So what's your name tiger?" asked Nancy removing her mouth for a moment to glance up at the boy. "R, Rick," he managed. "Well you have a nice cock Rick," said Nancy and took it back in her mouth and began to bob her head up and down on it. If the suspect was watching, she had to make this good and she also wanted to make it fast, so the suspect didn't pick a different target. "The suspect is stopped half a block back of you," said Frank as if reading her mind. "And by the way, your mic is still live, so thanks for the show Detective Boobs. Penny is taking notes." Nancy wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or growl, but did neither and redoubled her efforts on Rick's cock, wrapping her lips tighter and playing her tongue up and down the shaft. From the sounds of things, Rick wasn't going to last much longer as his breathing became more rapid andshe could feel his balls pulsing under her hand. "M, miss, I am going to, going to cum," moaned Rick. Nancy pushed her mouth all the way down on the boy's cock and felt it errupt into her mouth with a blast of cum and then another and another. When she was sure the boy was done, Nancy swallowed and pulled her mouth from his cock and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She tucked Rick's cock back in his pants and gave his knee a pat. "There you go baby. You come back and see me again sometime." Rick could only manage a nod as Nancy got out and strolled back to the corner. A few seconds later, rick pulled away and the green SUV pulled up. Trying to look unconcerned, Nancy strolled over to the car and went to lean in the window. "Hey baby, you looking for a good time?" she asked and as she did so, she recognized Tabby, one of Kitty Kat's thugs. Instead of saying anything, Tabby reached out and with a quick grab, yanked Nancy's top off leaving her boobs jiggling under the street light. "Hey," said Nancy playing the indignent hooker. "If you want to do rough stuff like that, it costs extra and we need a hotel room" "Shut up bitch," snarled Tabby getting out of the car and pulling a knife from his belt. He slashed at Nancy who just managed to step back in time. "I'm going to cut you bitch and then if you live, you can tell the slut running the place for Cyril that she had better change her tune or this is going to happen to all of her whores." Tabby struck out with the knife again and this time Nancy sidestepped it and chopped down with her hand on Tabby's wrist. The thug gave a cry and his knife clattered to the ground and Nancy kicked it away under the car. Nancy grabbed Tabby by the throat and lifted him off the ground, so his legs were dangling. "I suggest you listen to what I am saying," said Nancy and gave the man a shake. "Are you listening?" Tabby made a choking sound and managed a nod. "Good. I'm the slut you were trying to send the message to, so you can tell your bitch of a boss that I got it. You can also tell her that if she doesn't back off and leave the PUssycat club alone, she is going to find out that nine lives are not enough. Do I make myself clear?" Tabby made another gurgling sound and his face seemed to be going blue. Nancy reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. and then tossed tabby back into his car so he sprawled over the driver's seat. While he tried to get some air back in his lungs, Nancy took a hundred bucks out of the wallet. "You tried to fuck with me, so that's a hundred bucks for services rendered. And another twenty for the top you ruined," she added taking another bill from the wallet before throwing it on top of the man's chest. "Now get the hell out of here and make sure Kitty Kat gets my message." Nancy stood there topless glaring at the man until he finally managed to right himself, close the door and drive away none too steadily. Penny met her coming through the parking lot and Nancy gave the woman the $120 from Tabby and the $50 from Rick. "Just claim the $150 for sales, the twenty is for your top. Keep my top, I'm afraid yours is ruined. I can borrow one inside." Penny nodded and gave her a hug as she hurried back to her corner. "looking sharp Ms. Nancy," said Jerome witha smile as she jiggled past him on the way back into the club. * * * Nancy had found a replacement top among the costumes in the change room. It was not quite see through, but it came close and the audience seemed to appreciate it the next time she was on stage introducing one of the girls. "I might as well just beed topless," grumbled Nancy to Trudy as she stood by the bar watching for any signs of trouble. "You are welcome to join me anytime you like," said Trudy who looked down at her own bare breasts and winked at Nancy. "And I mean that in any way you want to take it." Before the blonde could reply, however, there was a message in her ear from Phoebe. "This is Cutey Pie to Detective Boobs, can I see you by room 3?" Room 3 was one of the little back rooms where the girls had private meetings with clients and a naked Phoebe was leaning on the door looking a little sheepish which was not a normal look for the petite brunette stripper who seemed to delight in beingoutrageous. "What's up?" asked Nancy noting Phoebe's unusual demeanor. "Well, I got a high roller inside," and Phoebe hooked a thumb at the door. "Tex is a big shot with some out of town oil company. He saw you introducing me on stage earlier and well he says he will pay an extra $500 if he can cum on your tits. You don't have to do anything else, just let him blow his load on your girls once I got him prepped. I said I would ask, but that you didn't do private performances since you were the boss, but he keeps going on about it." Nancy didn't say anything for a moment. Well, if I hung around here often enough, I should have known something like this would come up and I can hardly claim innocence after my little trick with Rick erlier. The money would also go a long way to paying for the communications gear she had bought from Reggie. "Ok, you get a hundred of the five hundred as your finder's fee so to speak on top of your cut of the normal fee he is paying." Phoebe looked mildly surprised at Nancy's decision which the detective thought was only fair since she was surprised at it too. "Thanks Nancy, I could kiss you for this." "Maybe later," said Nancy and gestured for Phoebe to go back into the room and she followed the brunette in. Tex was sitting on the bed, naked except for his socks and the big white stetson on his head, with his boner sticking up in the air. He gave a huge grin when he saw Nancy follow Phoebe into the room. He was a big raw boned man pushing sixty, who looked and sounded the very stereotype of a Texas oilman. "Hey sugar, I hear you wanted to glaze these babies?" asked Nancy as she squeezed her breasts together through the semi-transparent top she had borrowed. "Yes ma'am" said Tex as he pulled out a wad of bills from his pants on the floor and peeled off five centuries and handed them over. Nancy gave one to Phoebe and tucked the other bills into the waistband of her skirt and undid the top and let it drop to the floor to give the man an unobstructed view of her boobs. Phoebe dropped down onto her knees between the man's legs and began to noisily suck his cock. Topless, Nancy joined Phoebe in kneeling on the floor next to the brunette and watched the dark haired woman's mouth bob up and down on the hard cock. Good technique thought Nancy absently as she watched Phoebe's oral work. Good use of the tongue and lips. "I hope the little lady here don't mind me saying this," said Tex gesturing at the busy Phoebe as he stared at Nancy's breasts, "cause she has got a fine pair herself, but yours are truly the best set of knockers I ever saw." "Ah, flattery will get you everywhere sugar," replied Nancy and offered her breasts to him to play with. The man hesitated only a second then gave another huge grin and began to squeeze and fondle Nancy's tits. Nancy made a point of moaning when he gave each of her nipples a tweak. Tex was surprisingly gentle for a big man and seemed more like an overgrown boy who had been told he could eat anything he wanted in the candy store. Phoebe continued her up and down motion on his cock and when she paused for a second, she caught Nancy's eye and grinned mischieviously as she offered the glistening prick to her. Nancy gave a small shrug and lowered her mouth down onto the throbbing cock while Tex's eyes went wide with surprise and pleasure. The private eye pushed her mouth down onto the shaft until she felt Tex's balls rubbing on her chin before slowly dragging her mouth upwards, hertongue pressing into the underside of the cock all the way until her lips ppopped off it with an audible sound. After that, Nancy and Phoebe alternated sucking on Tex's cock until his eyes started to roll back in his head and he gave a loud moan. "Get ready gals, cause here comes my gusher," cried Tex and Nancy and Phoebe sat back on their haunches as Tex stood up and took his cock in his hands and jerked it a few times before starting to spew thick ropes of cum over both their breasts, being a gentleman and not wanting to slight Phoebe. When he was done, there were equally large sticky puddles of cum on both Nancy's and Phoebe's jugs. Tex collapsed back onto the bed and Nancy decided to give him a bonus by leaning in and kissing Phoebe on the mouth while their cum coated boobs rubbed together. They held that pose for Tex's benefit for a good minute before breaking it. "Now that was a sight to behold ladies," grinned Tex. "If I was a bit younger, I might even have been good for another go around, but the old boy isn't what he used to be," and he gestured to his now flacid penis. "Don't worry about it Tex," said Nancy as she took his softeningcock into her mouth and cleaned it off. Tex peeled off a couple more hundred dollar bills from his roll and gave one to each of them. "a little bonus for a job well done," he said as he started to get dressed. * * * The Pussycat Club was closed and all the girls gone. Nancy and the bouncers had walked them all to their cars and Nancy had stayed visible in the parking lot until everyone was safely away, leaving only her and Frank to lock up and make the nightly deposit. "We've got visitors out by the dumpster," said Frank when Nancy returned to the office after locking the front door. "They are keeping in the shadows, but I make out three of them." Nancy squinted at the monitor. "One real big son of a bitch," she said. "I am betting that is Morris. I imagine, they are hoping to try the same tactic that let them get Cyril." Frank made a face. "I don't know what happened that night. I left to do the deposit. I guess Cyril didn'tcheck the monitors before taking out the trash or he might just have been tired and didn't see them. I was half expecting to see them tonight, so maybe that made them easier to spot." Nancy nodded and picked up her special bag of garbage. "Ok, I am going to take out the trash and I don't mean what is in this bag." "I should come with you," began Frank looking worried. "Nope. You stay here. If they somehow get past me, call Cindy," Nancy said. Frank clearly didn't like just sitting there, but he nodded and Nancy headed for the back door which led out into the alley. It was an emergency exit only and would lock after her, so Frank would have to buzz her back in. As Nancy approached the dumpster with her bag, the three men stepped out into view. She had been right, it was Kitty Kat's main muscle man Morris and a couple of other smaller goons she recognized as Tom and Jinx from mugshots she had studied for the gang. "You've been causing us a lot of grief bitch," said Morris. "This is your last chance to get out of this alive. Take Kitty Kat's offer and walk away or don't and get carted away in a hearse. We can seal the deal by us going inside and you spreading your legs for me and my pals like a good little slut." "Does the phrase 'stick your offer where the sun doesn't shine" mean anything to you?" asked Nancy. Morris didn't reply, but suddenly lunged forward swinging a big meaty fist at her head. Nancy stepped back one step and swung her garbage bag. The twenty pound bag of sand in the bottom of the bag made connection with the side of Morris's head and he went down in a heap, stunned. Nancy kicked him in the face as she moved past him towards the other two goons who were momentarily stunned at the sight of the seemingly invincible Morris going down like that. Nancy slammed a right hand to the jaw of the nearest man and he went down and didn't move. the second man came out of his shock and swung a length of lead pipe at Nancy's head which she ducked under and slammed a fist into his stomach and doubled him over. A karate chop to the back of his neck put him down for the count. "Morris is up," said Frank in Nancy's ear. Nancy spun around to face the man. He charged at her like a bull going for a matador with blood streaming from his nose, Nancy side stepped and tripped him, sending him sprawling on his face in the alley. He got up again, slower this time. Whatever else he was, Morris was tough and could take a lot of punishment. He came in more cautious this time, feighning a right and then hooking a left at Nancy's head. The detective blocked that and then punched Morris three times hard in the kidney and he staggered back in pain. Nancy stepped forward and spun on one foot and kicked him hard on the side of the head and he went down to his knees. He was still struggling to get up when another kick to his jaw sent him to la la land. Nancy dragged the three bodies around the building, through the parking lot and across the street so they weren't on Pussycat Club property and then called the police anonymously to report three injured men. * * * Judge Wilbur French looked at the screen of his laptop with satisfaction. The screen was displaying the balance in his offshore banking account and the two sizable deposits that had been made to it that day. Judge French logged off his bank account, shut down his laptop and got up from his desk in his study to go to bed. Tomorrow he had two very interesting and now lucrative cases on his docket. It was good to be a judge in Delta City, he thought. The End " .