Delta City PI #7
by DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction.  It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.  Ms. Americana and the other super heroines of Delta City belong to Mr. X.  I think Stupendous Girl is the creation of Rook.  Nancy and the other characters in this story are my creation.  Feel free to use Nancy or my other characters in your own stories, but please keep her character consistant wiwth these stories.  You can send any feedback to:

Troi@hotmail.com


"Are you fucking insane?"

Nancy looked up from the newspaper she had been reading to see Officer Cindy Kelly standing in front of her.  Acting on an impulse that she didn't fully understand, the detective had phoned Officer Kelly and arranged to meet for lunch.  Now Nancy looked around the little hole in the wall coffee shop that was half a mile from her office and then back to Cindy.  "Er, I know it isn't a high class place, but the food is decent and the prices aren't bad."

A few other customers had looked up when Cindy had spoken and now glancing around, Cindy wished she had spoken more quietly.  The small redhaired policewoman, who was out of uniform, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Nancy and lowered her voice to just above a whisper.  "Not the restaurant, I was talking about that thing on your collar!"

Nancy looked down and then fingered the small red dragon pin.  "This?" she asked.

"Yes!" hissed Cindy.  "That pin marks someone as a member of the Red Dragon Clan"

"And?" asked Nancy raising an eyebrow.

"Look," said Cindy.  There are a lot of stories about the Red Dragon Clan and a lot of them contradict each other.  I learned a bit about them in my criminology classes at university though nobody knows much about them  Everyone agrees they go back thousands of years, but that is about all the so called experts agree on.  Some say the Red Dragons have toppled Emperors.  Others claimed the Red Dragons were always the most loyal of the clans to a good Emperor.  In modern times, some say the Red Dragons are the most dangerous criminal gang in theworld and make the Mafia look like Boy Scouts.  Others say that is propaganda and that the Red Dragons have always fought against the criminal gangs.  But one other thing all the experts agree on is that no sane person wants to try and impersonate a Red Dragon.  You think wearing Hell's Angels colours to try and impress your girlfriend is suicidal and stupid, multiply that by about a factor of a hundred for the Red Dragons."

"Er," said Nancy looking a bit sheepish.  "I um did join the Red Dragons the other night."

Cindy gaped at Nancy for a moment then narrowed her eyes.  "That business just out of town where they found a couple dozen naked white yuppies all beat up?  That was Red Dragon Clan?"

"Maybe," said Nancy cautiously.  "What is happening with that investigation?"

Cindy made sure to keep her voice down as she looked around the restaurant again.  This isn't for publication," and when Nancy nodded, she went on.  "At first we thought it was some kind of swinger party gone wrong.  But we got an anonymous call mentioning missing women going back twenty years.  So we checked the records and found a pattern of disappearances.  Then we checked out that pit and so far we got DNA of at least seven people and we are trying to match them up with the missing women.  We asked the yuppies about all of this and they lawyered up.  It will probably take years to sort it all out and take it to court."

Nancy sighed.  "About what I expected."

Cindy looked up from the menu she was now looking at.  "Somehow, I think I know who put in that anonymous call.  There was also some big rock there with chains and what looked like cum all over it."

"Was there really?  Interesting," said Nancy.  "They make a real good BLT here," said the detective as she also looked at the menu.

Cindy gave a snort, but didn't say anything more as the waitresss showed up at that point and the two women ordered lunch.  After the waitress left, Nancy took another look at Cindy and noticed for the first time that the other woman had a large bandage peeking out from under her long sleeved top.  "What happened to you?" asked Nancy with concernn, gesturing to the bandage.

Cindy looked down and grimaced.  "Things have been insane the last few days.  Ever since Ms. Americana and a lot of the other heroines have disappeared, the gangs havegone nuts.  I know that the Police and a lot of other people tended to make fun of all the heroines for being nothing more than big titted bimbos, but they actually did a lot to keep the criminals in check.  A lot more than most people, including us realized I think.  Anyway, last night my partner and I were responding to a break-in at a store and when we were a block away we saw this ganger standing in the middle of the street pointing a rocket propelled grenade launcher at us.  We couldn't fucking believe it, but we both dived out just a second before he fired.  I got a bit of shrapnel in my arm and my partner is in hospital with a broken leg.  Things are so bad though, I am back on shift tonight.   We could really use those heroines back, though people like Borden don't want to admit it."

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After the waitress brought their lunch and they had finished eating, Nancy sad there feeling a bit awkward and casting around for some topic of conversation.  Finally the blonde decided just to lay her cards on the table and stop beating around the bush.  "Er, I am not very good at these things.  Is this considered a date?  I um dont really know you see since I have never been on one before."

Cindy stared at Nancy in astonishment forseveral seconds before giving her head a shake.  "You are gorgeous!  How could you possibly not have been on a datebefore?  I would have thought you had to beat the guys and girls off with a stick."

"I, I have always just been busy with my work," replied Nancy, reluctant to get into her life story with someone she had just met.  "I wasn't sure what to do when you gave me your phone number.  I mean, I kind of like you, but I don't think I am looking for any kind of romantic relationship.  I could always use a friend though," finished the blonde a bit lamely.

Cindy didn't meet Nancy's gaze and was pushing a piece of lettuce around on her plate as she looked down and the private eye was suddenly afraid she had offended the woman.  Then Cindy looked up and gave a weak smile.  "I have to confess I gave you my number on a sudden whim.  I was so torn between being afraid you wouldn't call and being afraid you would."  The policewoman spoke all that in a breathless rush, running some of her words together in her haste.

Nancy looked confused.  "Sorry, the way you looked at me when I was undressing and then your comment about whether I liked women or not, I thought you were a lesbian looking for a date."

"I'm not, ormaybeI am!" Cindy said and blushed.  "I mean, I have always been a bit curious, but never did anything you know?  Then I saw you and I acted on a whim to give you my number.  I thought you might be the type of woman I could ...." her voice trailed off.

"You thought I was looking like an easy woman to maybe get in bed with," put in Nancy.

Cindy blushed even more.  "Yes," she finally admitted.  "I mean you had agreed to that porn show at the hotel, though later I found out that Borden and Hawk set you up and didn't tell you everything that was going on."

Nancy nodded again.  "Well, I hate to disapoint you,but I am not a total slut.  I just dont  hop into the sack with anyone who asks me.  I did what I thought I had to do at the hotel to save lives.  I can't say I am proud of what went down, but it seemed necessary at the time.  And I was not trying to make a doubleentendre about a cock going down my throat just now."

Cindy giggled.  "No, of course not.  Look I am real sorry about what I thought.  If you are still wanting to have anything to do with me, I could stil use a friend.  I am still curious about doing something with another woman, but I realize now I was doing what a lot of guys do and that is judging you by your boob size."

In response, Nancy smiled and leaned across the table with her hand extended.  "Of course, I am happy to have you as a friend."

Cindy shook Nancy's hand and gave the detective another smile.  "And who knows, maybe we might become friends with benefits!"

"You never know," said Nancy as she signalled the waitress to bring the bill.

* * *
Nancy was walking back to her office after lunch when she heard the all too familiar sounds of moaning coming from the alleyway to her right.  The blonde PI slipped her dart gun out of her coat pocket and made her way cautiously down the alley.  Behind a dumpster she found a young blonde super heroine she didn't recognize on her hands and knees getting fucked hard from behind by a rather grubby looking man.  Nancy saw a purse laying on the ground and guessed the heroine had been chasing the purse snatcher when the tables got turned and was now getting her pussy royally fucked as the man drove in and out of her while the blonde's hugeknockers bounced and swayed with each thrust.  Nancy only knew the girl was asuper heroine because of the mask on her face and the bits of uniform scattered about the alley.  

Neither of them  noticed Nancy at the moment, so the detective just fired a dart into the man's ass and a moment later he toppled over backwards, his cock pulling out with a pop from the girl's pussy.

It seemed to take the heroine a few moments to realize she was no longer being fucked and then she looked around, saw the unconscious man and Nancy with her dart gun still in hand.  "Fuck, did you have to do that before I had a chance to cum?  God, I am so fucking close!" she wailed.

Nancy sighed, put her dart gun away and pulled the girl to her feet.  Then the detective leaned in and kissed the girl hard on the lips and thrust two fingers into her very wet pussy.  Nancy thrust in and out several times while her thumb rubbed over the heroine's clit.  The girl gave a loud cry of pleasure and then began to squirt her juices all over Nancy's hand.

"Oh god thanks, I needed that," said the as yet unnamed heroine as her eyes started to unglaze from the orgasm.

"Um, excuse me.  If you two are quite done, can I get my purse back now?" came a voice from a few feet behind Nancy.

The detective was startled and a little embarrassed about being caught with her fingers in the blonde heroine's pussy and at letting someone sneak up behind her like that.  The woman who had spoke was about forty and clearly the owner of the stolen purse, so Nancy removed her hand from the blonde's slit and reached down with her other hand to pick up the purse and hand it to the woman.  "Here you go ma'am," she said meekly.

The woman took the purse and started to turn away then stopped.  "Thanks, um aren't you the woman who was on TV the other night doing all those things?" When Nancy nodded and sighed,  the woman fished out a business card and gave it to Nancy.  "Give me a call sometime if you want," and then she hurried away. 

Nancy looked at the card blankly for a moment before shoving it in her pocket.  Why did people keep giving her their phone numbers?  The PI sighed and turned back to the young heroine.  "Are you ok?  I don't seem to recognize you."

The girl looked a bit indignant for a second, but then gave a rueful grin.  "I um guess because this was my first super heroine activity.  I am Ms. Patriot, and I am going to be the premiere super heroine of Delta City.  I bet you could have guessed my name though from my costume," she added with a smile.

"Ah yes, the costume you are no longer wearing," said Nancy as she regarded the naked girl and stooped to pick up the costume to give it to her.  "I dont know what to make of a green, white and blue costume though."

"Green?" asked the girl, her facecrumpling a bit.

"er, kind of a lime green," confirmed Nancy.

Ms. Patriot sighed.  "It was supposed to be red, white and blue.  You know like Ms. Americana's and the flag.  Its just that I am colour blind.  I can't tell red and green apart and they told me it was red at the fabric store where I bought it.  I suppose though thatexplains why the salesclerk kept snickering when she was ringing in the sale.  I just finished sewing it last night and now I find out it is the wrong colour." 

Tears began to form in Ms. Patriot's eyes which made Nancy feel like she had just kicked a puppy.  "Look, it's not so bad.  It is very um unique."

The girl brightened up and wiped away her tears. "You really think so?" she asked.

"Without a doubt," assured Nancy. "I know for a fact that no other heroine has a colour scheme like that."

The girl brightened up some more and began to put on her slightly dirty uniform.  Nancy realized her fingers were still wet with Ms. Patriot's pussy juices, shrugged and licked them clean  "So, um what kind of super powers do you have?  Super strength?"

"Er, not so much," replied Ms. Patriot tuckingher breasts back into her lime green top.

"Can you fly?  Shoot energy beams?  Change size?" asked Nancy to which the girl kept shaking her head no.  "What can you do then?"

"I can do this! enthused the now recostumed heroine.  

Nancy watched for a few seconds as nothinghappened and then Ms. Patriot began  to glow green, then white and finally blue.  As the blonde detective watched,Ms. Patriot kept shifting between the three colours.  

"It is because of my colours that I took the name Ms. Patriot," said the short haired blonde and then a horrible thought occured to her. "I am glowing red, white and blue arent I?"

"Sorry," said Nancy patting her on the shoulder.  "Green, white and blue.  I think the colour blindness struck again."

Ms. Patriot sighed, but then immediately put a smile back on her face.  "Well, I am not going to let little things like that keep me down.  I can't if I am going to become the premiere super heroine of Delta City!  I am glad I could be of service to you citizen!" and with that, the perky heroine raced out of the alley to look for more crime to fight.

Nancy just stood there befuddled.  The girl basically had the super powers of a blinkingChristmas tree light and she was going to go try fight evil?  Nancy could practically hear evil licking its chops and pulling down its metaphorical zipper.

* * *

Nancy spent the afternoon in the office writing up reports for the clients she had been doing employee background checks on the day before.  She was interrupted around three by the sound of an explosion from the street.  Going to the window, Nancy saw a large group of heavily armed and masked thugs looting a store down the street.  The PI watched for twenty minutes, but no heroines or police arrived before the attackers finished and drove away.  Nancy was rapidly starting to agree with Cindy that Delta City missed Ms. Americana and the other heroines a lot more than they had realized.

At five, Nancy drove home and found Jake Wong standing on the sidewalk outside the restaurant lookingworried.  He smiled when he saw her and came over as she got out of the car.

"Ah Detective Boobs.  I am hoping you can help me," he said.

Sure," replied Nancy, briefly touching her Red Dragon pin in acknowledgement.  "What is up?"

"I was going to drive Becky on her deliveries, but Sasha's ride home from piano lessons cancelled.  Can you drive Becky while I get Sasha?  The city is so crazy the last few days, I don't like for her to go solo."

"No problem," agreed Nancy.  Becky and Sasha were two of Jake's daughters.  Becky was a year older than Judy while Sasha was, Nancy thought, the youngest and only 12.  Nancy remembered seeing Becky taking down at least one of the yuppee cultists last night, though she normally seemed a very quiet and reserved girl compared to her sister Judy.

Nancy got back in her Honda and a few minutes later, Becky came out with her arms full of take-out bags that she put into the back seat.  Becky then hopped into the shotgun seat beside Nancy and quickly turned to Nancy and gave her a short kiss on the lips and a quick grope of her boobs.  "Grandma  Wong says you are ourfilthy white whore now," she giggled as she did up her seatbelt.

Well so much for being quiet and shy, thought Nancy as she just gave the girl a smile and pulled away from the curb.  They made five deliveries without any incident, though twice Nancy saw armed gang members openly roving the streets.  At each addresss, Nancy accompanied Becky to the door with her hand in her trenchcoat pocket touching her gun.  Three of the customers recognized Nancy from the hotel show and told her how much they had enjoyed her performance.  One guy who had been drinking a few beer while he waited for the food tried to talk them into coming in for a "little threesome" as he put it as he really admired Nancy's cocksuckingskills.  Nancy had declined as politely as possible and hustled a giggling Becky back to the car.

Nancy got Becky home safely and Jake had thanked her and sent her down to her apartment with a take out bag of her own as a reward.  Oddly enough, despite the pizza that had been left on her table last night, the restaurant had not rebooted and was still selling Chinese food.  Nancy had thought about asking Jake about this, but decided not to look a gift pizza in the mouth  It had also made her feel good to be able to help Jake.  It seemed like in the past couple of days that she had gained both family and friends.  It was a new sensation for the blonde PI, who had always moved from place to place and never stayed in one place long enough to acquire either.  Now she just had to find out what "friends with benefits" meant.

After eating, Nancy decided she could not put off visiting Cyril any longer.  She needed to talk to him about Maria and to see what, if anything, he could tell her about the missing heroines.  Dressed in her undercover whore outfit, the PI drove acrosss town to the Pussycat Club, seeing more and more gang bangers and thugs abroad on the street as day turned into night.

The bouncer at the stripper / whore entrance waved her in with a casual grope of her ass, so she returned the favour by giving his bulge a good squeeze which drew a moan and a laugh from him along with an invitation to come see him after he got off duty.  Nancy went down the backstage corridor into the bar proper.  The crowd was a bit sparse as it was still early for the Pussycat Club and the strippers hadn't started their show yet.  Nancy didn't see Cyril in his normal booth and crossed to the long oak bar to talk to Trudy, the regular bartender.

Trudy was a brunette with a G cup rack and liked to tease Nancy about being so small breasted.  The woman greeted Nancy by grabbing her head and pulling her face into her bare boobs.  All the female waitresses and bartenders were toplesss in the Pussycat Club.  Trudy  rubbed her tits over Nancy's face and pushed a nipple into her mouth.  When Nancy finally extricated herself from the playful mammary smothering, she asked Trudy where Cyril was.

"Back in the office little tits," laughed Trudy and pointed back the way Nancy had come. 

Nancy was a bit surprised, but retraced her steps back to the corridor she had just walked through where the office was.  She had long suspected that Cyril at least managed, if not partially owned the Pussycat, but she had never got him to admit that or found him anywhere but in his booth presiding over his string of hookers.

The office door was closed, but Nancy knocked and got a "come in" and she entered to find Cyril sitting behind a desk with another man leaning on the desk as they both looked at a bank of security monitors.  Nancy quirked an eyebrow at Cyril.  "I can wait if you are busy?"
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Cyril gestured to the other man whom Nancy had seen around, sometimes acting as a bouncer or bartender.  "This is Frank, he manages the place for me when I am not around."  Frank was a short haired blonde white guy.  He was big, well over six feet and looked like he had been an athlete at one time, but was now growing a bit of a beer gut.  Frank flashed her a smile.  "Hey, I caught your act on TV at the Ritz the other night.  You were great baby."

Nancy managed not to roll her eyes or growl.  "Thanks," she said with as much sincerity as she could manage.

Frank glanced from Nancy to Cyril and back again, his eyes lingering on Nancy's cleavage.  "I suspect the two of you havesome important businesss to conduct, so I will go see about getting the show started."  The blonde man then gave Nancy a wink and her ass a pat on his way out of the office.

"So, what's up?" asked Nancy when Frank had gone and the door was shut behind him.  "I have never seen you here in the office before."

"Trouble," said Cyril turning his attention back to the security monitors.  Then he pressed a button on the console and he gestured to the main monitor as he switched cameras and zoomed in on a table near a fire exit where two men were sitting.

Nancy looked at the two men.  One was white with a weird orange and black haircut and the other was black with a mohawk.  "I don't know them," said Nancy.  "Are they the source of your trouble?"

"The major part of it at the moment," confirmed Cyril.  "Their names are Tiger and Panther.  The fuckers deal hard core drugs."

Nancy raised an eyebrow.  "I thought you didn't let their kind in here?  Has something changed?"  The answer became very important to her suddenly when she thought of sending Maria to see this man at this place.

"I don't," growled Cyril.  "Those two wouldn't normally show their faces around here, but with all the heroines like Ms. Americana missing, all the scum have gotten spines.  This might sound weird coming from a person like me, but those bimbos, ok those women," he corrected himself when he saw the look Nancy shot him.  "They did a lot more than most people think to keep the dregs like them in check.  Now they come in here bold as brass."

"You have bouncers," commented Nancy.

"I have bouncers who can handle drunks and morons," replied Cyril.  "Those two assholes are packing enough firepower to outfit a small army and they don't have the brains not to use that firepower in a crowded bar."

Nancy sighed.  "Ok, let me take care of them and then we can talk."

Cyril looked like he wanted to object but stopped himself.  "I frankly didn't think I would see you again when you went after those slavers who grabbed the Specters.  I was wrong then, so I will just watch the show from here."  As Nancy turned to leave, he surprised her a bit when he added, "be careful."

Nancy walked across, the bar and untied her halter top as she went so her EE melons flopped into view.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Trudy give them a good ogling, but she kept on going past the bar towards the table with Tiger and Panther.  When she got there, she gave them a bigsmile.  "Hey boys, you looking for some fun?"  The detective gave her hips a shimmy and that sent her boobs to jiggling enticeingly almost right in their faces.

The two drug dealers followed Nancy's swaying jugs like subjects following the gold watch of a hypnotist.  "Nah, we are busy," said Tiger after a moment, though it seemed to take an effort for him to refuse as he kept his eyes pinned on Nancys exposed breasts.

"Yeah, too busy, but maybe later," agreed Panther who also kept his eyes on Nancy's wobbling wonders.

Nancy just kept smiling and reached down to rub a handover each of their bulges and felt them twitch and start to come to full attention.  "Oh come on guys.  It will only take a few minutes.  The night is young and the place is only half full.  Let's just slip out into the alley here," and she indicated the fire door behind them.  "I can get down on my knees and show you what a good little cocksucker I am.  Its a freeebie, complements of the management."

The two men looked at each other and nodded.  Nancy wiggled her ass and led the way out the fire door into the dimly lit alley.  When the door closed behind them, Nancy justturned around and before Tiger and Panther knew what was going on, she smashed their heads together and they dropped to the ground unconscious.  Nancy quickly searched them and removed four guns, six knives and several bags of drugs.  The PI knocked on the exit door and Trudy opened it a moment later.  The brunette looked at Nancy and the weapons and the drugs and the two unconscious men.  "I always thought you were a knockout doll, but this is too much."  The bartender gave Nancy's nipples a tweak and led the way back into the bar.

Nancy stopped at the ladies room and flushed all the drugs then returned to Cyrils office with the weapons which she plunked down on his desk.  "You can have your bouncers deposit those guys somewhere away from here.  If I was you, I would strip them naked and let them try and find their way home to whatever hole they crawled out of."

Cyril smiled and picked up a phone to give some orders to that effect and then hung up.  "So what brings my favourite PI to see me tonight other than to display those beauties?" and he gestured towards Nancy's tits which she had not bothered to cover up yet.

Nancy lookeddown and noticed her exposed boobs and with a sigh, tucked them back into her halter and retied it.  "First off," she said, "taking care of those two morons makes us even for the info on the Specters the other night?"

Cyril grimaced and gave a reluctant nod of agreement.  "Ok, I was hoping to get a little more milage out of that transaction, especially when you proved so talented with your mouth and all, but yeah we are even."  Then his eyes lit up.  "But I am thinking you want something new, so maybe I can get lucky again."

"God, is that all you men think about?  How to get your dick wet yet again?"

Cyril gave a broad grin.  "Not all men, but this man thinks about it a lot.  So tell me what you want this time."

Nancy explained about Maria and her situation.  When she was done, she expected to see Cyril rub his hands with glee at the thought of getting the sweet little latino girl for his stable of hookers, but he surprised her by giving her a long thoughtful look.  "It's not the kind of employment anyone should take on without thinking it through completely.  It can be dangerous and itcan affect her for the rest of her life."  He saw Nancy's look of surprise and gave a short bark of laughter.  "I know I look like the stereotype of a black pimp" and he gestured to his white suit and bling, "but that is all part of the game and I know how deadly and serious the game can be."

Nancy decided she needed to reevaluate her opinion of Cyril which was the second time that day she found some of her preconceived and perhaps too rashly made notions challenged.  "She is desperate," Nancy finally said, "and I don't know how else to help her."

Cyril looked steadily at Nancy.  "Tell you what, I will make you a deal.  I can always use another waitress."  He waveda hand when he saw Nancy grimace.  "Yeah, I know, they are topless and she will probably get groped and her ass pinched by the morons who come in here, but it is a whole lot better than hooking.  She can get a first hand look at what this kind of businesss is all about without getting thrown straight to the sharks."

Nancy finally nodded in agreement.  The waitresses here probably made more money in tips than Maria had made working for Mrs. Snobbush as a maid and her hours wouldn't be as long.  "You said a deal, what is the rest of it?"

This time Cyril gave her a wicked grin.  "You go up on stage for one night as a stripper."

Nancy gawked at him  "You have got to be kidding me."

Cyril gestured towards the monitors.  "Business has been slow.  If I advertise I got the blonde who put on that show at the Ritz, I will pack the place.  You are one of the hottest tickets in town right now.  It would be almost as good as getting Ms. Americana on stage."

Nancy wanted to bang her head against the wall.  If she had not humiliated herself enough on live TV nowshe was going to be forced to compound her humiliation.  "Fine, I agree.  One night on stage and you make sure Maria is safe."

"Deal," agreed Cyril.  "I would much rather have had you under the table again sucking on my coc,, but I am a businessman and probably one day you will need another favour from me."

"Heaven deliver me from yourfavours," muttered Nancy.  "But you brought up Ms. Americana.  What do you know about her?  Has she disappeared?  And what about some of the other heroines like Got Gal and Lady Midnight?"

Cyril shrugged.  "Now I wish I knew the answers to those questions because I am pretty sure I could get you to bend over my desk for the information.  The truth is I don't know much.  The rumour is that it is something to do with Dragon Queen, but honestly that is all I have heard which is certainly not worth sampling your pussy which I would love to do.  Of course, if you wanted to give me a freebie, I wouldn't complain."

"Forget it," growled Nancy.   "Just look after Maria.   Now when do you want me to fulfill this nasty little deal?"

Cyril thought about it.  "Night after tomorrow," he finally said.  "That should give me time to properly advertise your special appearance.  And you get to keep half the tips they shove in your panties or throw on the stage when you lose your panties."

Nancy rolled her eyes, gave a laughing Cyril her middle finger and left the office.  She was headed for the door on her way out when a thoughtstruck her and she detoured back to the stripper's change room to talk to Phoebe, one of the girls she had gotten to know over the last year.  Nancy asked the woman  if she could borrow a specific prop and Phoebe had been happy to oblige.

* * *

"Cindy was right  I must be fucking insane!" thought Nancy an hour later when she looked in her mirror back at her apartment.  If the entire Delta City PD couldn't handle the situation and the super heroines were either missing in action or otherwise busy then it seemed unlikely that one busty blonde PI was going to be able to do much, thought Nancy.  Ms. Americana on the other hand just might.  That was why it was Ms. Americana staring out of the mirror at  Nancy.

The costume was actually mostly an original.  Nancy had gone back and retrieved the one Ms. Americana had been forced to leave behind when the PI had rescued her and Flag Girl from the Flaming Skulls.  The rest had been easy to come by from a costume shop, especialy with Halloween just around the corner.  The final touch had been the long brunette wig she had borrowed from Phoebe tonight.

Nancy didn't deceive herself into thinking she could even remotely replace Ms. Americana, but she rather hoped that "showing the flag" an lookingdown at her cleavage "showing the boobs" enough around the city might make some of the thugs and gang bangers pull in their horns a bit until the real Ms. Americana and the other heroines got back.  Once more, Nancy cursed the Others for bricking her tablet.  With it functioning, she might have been able to find the heroines and do something directly, but without it, this hare brained plan was all she could come up with.  Nancy looked in the mirror again and pulled up the top yet again.  The damn thing seemed to be designed to let her nipples slip out the top.

"I must be fucking insane," she repeated and put on her trenchcoat over her costume and headed for the door.  No Ms. Americana mobile she thought, so my battered old Honda is going to have to do the trick.

It didn't take much to find crime in the now dark city streets.  Nancy found a couple of guys in the process of robbing a convenience store.  She parked her car and sprinted towards the door and almost broke an ankle with the unfamiliar high heels.  What kind of a moron designs a costume with spiked heels? fumed Nancy as she pushed open the door and limped in.

The two robbers were busy stuffing the contents of the cash drawer in a bag and tryingto bully the frightened teen girl behind the counter to open the safe which she insisted she couldn't since she didn't have the combination.

Let's see thought Nancy, what would Ms. Americana do?  Oh right.  Nancy put her hands on hips, lifted her chin and thrust out her breasts. "Surrender miscreants or face the wrath ofMs. Americana the Queen of Justice!"

The two robbers gaped at her for a few seconds, or moreaccurately they gaped at her outthrust chest.  Ms. Americana might be a few cup sizes bigger thought Nancy, but she was also several inches taller, so the relative size of her bust should still be sufficient to fool these cretins.  People always tended to see what they wanted to see afterall.  Who else would be dumb enough to dress up in this ridiculously skimpy bikini and try and fight crime in it?  That would have to be Ms. Americana standing there in front of them.

The robber on her left looked a bit worried as he spoke to his partner.  "I thought Ms. Ameritits was supposed to be out of action?"

The secondrobber nodded.  "So we were told.  But there are two of us, we can take her down."

Nancy gave them a scornful look.  "Two mere men against a superior woman?  Give me a break."

  The two robbers didn't seem deterred by her comment and moved towards her.  Robber one had a baseball bat and robber two had a small crowbar.  Nancy movd to meet them and Robber one swung his bat at her head.  The detective turned superheroine tried to duck, but the high heels made her stumble and the bat just missed her due to the stumble rather than her usual grace.  The sudden movement also caused her tits to pop out over her top and the robbers both stopped to gawk.  "Fuck, it does work sometimes," muttered Nancy and kicked the first robber as hard as she could in the balls.  He doubled over and while Robber two followed her bouncingboobs, she took him out with a punch to the jaw.

Nancy asked the girl behind the counter for some rope and she tied up the two robbers.  She then pinned a note to one of their shirts that read "courtesy of Ms. Americana" and was about to leave when she noticed the security camera.  Oh well, that would just be video proof that Ms. Americana was back on the job.  Nancy noticed the clerk making some weird kind of gesture and then blushed as she understood the gesture and tucked her boobs back into her top.

The next two impersonations went much better thought Nancy.  She had first come acrosss three guys trying to hijack a car.  They were not as brave as the robbers and took off running when they saw Ms. americana.  There was no way Nancy was going to try and chase them down in these stupid fucking heels, so she fished her dart gun out of her panties and dropped them as they ran.  She tied them up withtheir belts and again left notes pinned to their shirts before pulling her cell phone from her left boot and tipping off the cops to Ms. Americana's latest triumph.

After that, she ran acrosss a pimp who was beating up one of his girls for some reason.  Nancy took down the pimp with a karate chop and then just turned around and smiled at the hooker who had snatched off her fake power belt.  "Go get a job and leave this loser," she told the girl as she took the fake belt back and then belted the pimp again as he tried to hit her from behind.  The hooker ran off and Nancy tied up the pimp and called the cops.

Back in her car, Nancy listened to the police scanner.  There was chatter now on the police frequencies about Ms. Americana whore being busy tonight.  Nancy knew the gangs also listened in on the cops and after she took out a couple of muggers on her fourth takedown, the cops were reporting that things were starting to quiet down a bit.  While the bad guys might ogle and sneer at the heroines, they did also fear them enough to be cautious.  So far this bone headed plan of hers was actually working.

Nancy took out a pair of drug dealers near an all night grocery store and was thinking of calling it a night.  Her feet were killing her as she limped through a small park heading for her car and suddenly a dozen or so figures stepped out of the bushes to surround her.  Nancy took a look at their gang colours and tried not to groan.  What were the odds she would run into the Flaming Skulls again?

"Well, well, well, it seems the reports about Ms. Ameribimbo being back were right," said the leader in a menacing voice.

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, thought Nancy and struck the classic super heroine hands on hips pose again.  Shecurled her lip and sneered at the gang bangers.  "Oh, if it isn't Little Dick and his band of losers"

The gang leader flushed with anger at the taunt.  "I will show you my dick bitch and refresh that memory of yours.  The last time you saw it, it was stuffed down your throat and I think you liked it.  If I ever find that bitch who was driving that car, I am going to teach her the meaning of pain."

I better damn well make sure the wig stays on thought Nancy as she continued to glare scornfully at the Flaming Skulls.  Under normal conditions, Nancy figured she could probably have taken out five or six of the gang with her strength and martial arts without resorting to her dart gun.  .  The trick though was to make this look good and not arouse their suspicions.  She needed them to keep thinking she was the real Ms. Americana even if it meant getting gang raped like the real Ms. Americana.  It helped that the Skulls were all too over confident in their masculinity and numbers.  Nancy couldn't quitefigure out the contradiction that should raise in anyone with functioning brain cells.  They were big tough men and were going to prove it by taking twelve of them to take down one inferior woman?  Really?

It took a bit of planning, but Nancy took out three of the gang before one of them got "lucky" and managed to rip her top off.  Nancy faked an impressive, she hoped, shriek of indignation.  "You beasts, how dare you do that to me, the premiere super heroine of Delta City!"

Nancy knocked two more down whilethey ogled her tits and then she managed to get one of them to snatch her powerbelt and she gave another shriek.  Oh goddess no, give me back my power belt," she shrieked  while trying to hand bra her boobs for their enjoyment.

The Skulls just laughed and closed in on the topless heroine.  Hands reached out and snatched off her bikini bottoms and Nancy gave a third shriek of outrage.  "How dare you?  I am the Queen of Justice.  You shall pay for this indignity."  Nancy hoped they would not notice or at least not care that her pussy was shaved clean while Ms. Americana was known for her neatly trimmed landing strip.

The men just laughed some more and grabbed her and threw her to the ground, producing a pair of hand cuffs and forced her arms behind her back to lock them in place.  "This is not going to be fun," thought Nancy as she knelt there and watched the gangers start to pull out their cocks.  Stil, the story of Ms. Americana getting gang banged should go a long way to making people believe she is back.

The leader stepped forward and rammed his cock into Nancys mouth and ordered her to suck him good if she knew what was good for her.  Nancy played her part and refused until he grabbed her nipples and gave them a hard twist and then she let out a whimper which was not totally faked and began to slobber and suck on his cock like it was the proverbial lollypop.

She felt hands reposition her as she sucked the cock and then right on cue, a second cock was shoved into her pussy from behind.  The man began to thrust in and out of her and Nancy tried to judge the moment properly.  Let's see, when would an Aphrodite heroine start to react and thrust back like a good little whore?  Hmm, right about now she figured and began to moan and buck her hips back into the cock fucking her pussy

"Look at that, the Amerislut loves getting it from a real man," laughed one of the gangers.

It didn'ttake long until Nancy got her first load of cum as the leader shot a warm sticky load down her throat, and pulled out to finish on her face before stepping aside for the next man.  The gang bang went on for the next two hours as the Flaming Skulls took their turns with Nancy's mouth, pussy and ass. Nancy was careful to emit the required moans of pleasure,useless protestations and yelps of pain when they slapped her ass hard.  What was it anyway with so many guys and ass slapping?  Maybe it was something left over from their football days. 

Nancy could feel the pleasure rising in her own body but fought it down and did what so many women before her had done and faked orgasm after orgasm to keep the Skulls fat, dumb and happy.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeee" she screamed for them over and over again as they blasted their spunk into all her openings.  Finally none of them could get it up again and they lay there on the grass with huge smiles on their faces. And I made fun of Stupendous Girl, thought Nancy sourly. 

It took Nancy a little while to get herself under control, but then a bit of concentration and she slipped out of the cuffs.  The PI picked up her dart gun where it had fallen unnoticed by anyone except her and systematically started shooting the Skulls who were at first too tired to move and then too slow to move.  Nancy was lucky she had stuck a few extra clips in her other boot, but soon all the gang bangers were snoring happily.

The darts would dissolve and leave no trce unless someone bothered to do blood tests and that was unlikely.  Nancy also made a point of doing a little physical damage to the Skulls as they went down to make it look like it had been a fight.  In particular, she made sure the gang leader would wake up with aching balls and a broken nose.

Nancy gathered up her costume, but didn't bother to put it on since she was totally covered in drying crusty cum.  The detective walked to her car while calling the Police to get the Skulls.

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The next morning, a very stiff and sore Nancy picked up her newspaper from the steps of her apartment on the way to her office.

"Ms. Americana Thwarts Crime Wave!" proclaimed the headline.  Below it was a picture of a toplesss Ms. Americana, with those little black dots over her nipples.  Probably taken from the security camera at the first encounter thought Nancy as she examined it.  Nancy smiled and limped down the street to her car.  She knew her healing factor would take care of things with no problem, but she now had a little more respect for Ms. Americana and the other Delta City heroines.  They seemed to get gang banged at least once a night and they still came back the next night for more.  Nancy thought she would take tonight off and spend it reading a good book.

The  End