Delta City PI #8 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, Got Gal and Sara Kraft are the creation of Mr. X. Krystal is the property of Silkcords. Nancy and the other characters in this story are mine. Feel free to use Nancy or my other characters in your own stories, but please keep their character consistant with these stories. You can send any feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Author's Note: After reading the first seven parts again, I thought they fairly demand their own drinkinggame. If you abstain from alcohol like I do, please feel free to substitute something like those little chocolate bars they give out at Halloween. Take one drink (or whatever) every time Nancy sighs. Take one drink(or whatever) every time Nancy raises an eyebrow. Two, if she raises both. This includes synonyms like arching and quirking. Take one drink (or whatever) every time Nancy's office chair squeaks. Nancy's good mood and pleasure over the apparent success of her Ms. Americana impersonation lasted until about mid morning. With no clients in sight, she had started to clean the office, dusting and scrubbing the floor. Nancy wondered who did that kind of thing for the hard boiled male detectives found in books and movies. Probably some underpaid immigrant woman, she finally decided. Nancy was looking at the dirt encrusted window in her office when the phone started to ring. It was the first of nearly a dozen phonecalls from local media outlets, print, radio and television. Was she the private detective or prostitute who had performed the live sex show on TV? Did she have any comment about her upcoming striptease at the PUssycat Club? Was it true she was going to be available for private performances after the show? Slightly flustered, Nancy had managed a "no comment" and hung up on them all. The last call came from her old friend Megan Fitzpatrick. Nancy finally snapped and asked the woman what Cyril had done. Had he sent out a press release or something, she had asked sarcastically. The answer to that, was "yes" and then Megan had been quite happy to read it to Nancy and then told her about the full colour posters and the social media announcements. After that, Nancy set her phone to only accept calls from her contact list and sat in her office chair, rockingback and forth as it squeaked. The blonde detective remembered Cyril saying he was going to do some advertising, but she had never expected exposure, she winced at her choice of words, like this. A private detective didn't want this kind of publicity, not if they had to sometimes go undercover. The only good thing was that the "Clark Kent effect" would probably kick in. Despite looking identical other than those eye glsses, no one ever suspected Clark Kent was Superman. The female equivalent of Clark's glasses were their boobs. Likely all the customers would remember was that a blonde with big hooters had done a striptease, but that was all they would remember. Soon the woman's name, if they ever bothered to learn it, and her facial details would fade behind a memory of bouncing boobs. Still, this called for drastic measures, so Nancy checked her coffee fund. Since she was the only one who contributed to it and she didn't like the brown stuff her coffee pot produced, thefund had accumulated only a buckfifty in the last month at twenty five cents per cup. Not very much, but there was a small bakery a few blocks away and they would have put out their fifty percent off rack of leftovers from yesterday by now. With luck, she could score a slightly stale doughnut. As Nancy got near the bakery, she saw a crowd gathered around the window of the store just before it. It took the detective a while to remember that this was a mattress store and everyone seemed to be staring at the large display window. Unable to see from the back of the crowd, Nancy tugged on the sleeve of a tall man in front of her and asked what was going on. "The man glanced back at Nancy with an annoyed look on his face at the interruption. "One of them big boobed super heroines is getting her brains fucked out on the display mattress in the window. I won't be buying that mattress, you can bet on it." Why aren't you doing something to help her?" ddemanded Nancy. "What? And ruin the show?" snickered the man and he rubbed the bulge in his pants. A second later, the man was bent over, clutching at his balls and Nancy was elbowing her way through the rest of the crowd. As she did, the PI could now see a flickering green, white and blue light and her heart sunk as she became fairly certain what, or rather who she would find. Nancy could not help but sigh when she got a clearview of the window at last and saw Ms. Patriot on her hands and knees beingbanged doggie style once again with those huge globes of tit flesh swinging about wildly. Nancy pushed open the store door and found the store manager and another man standing there calmly watching the action in the front window while the manager drank coffee. Nancy knew he was the manager by the generic name tag that said "Store Manager" and the name "Manny" below it. "What the hell is going on here?" Nancy asked the recycled joke. The manager took a minute to tear his gaze from the sight in the window and look at Nancy. "Robber came in an hour ago and demanded all the money. Hell, we are a mattress store. Everyone pays with a credit card or debit. The only cash we had was the coffee fund. I think it had five bucks in it. Some people forget to contribute," he said and turned to glare at the second man. "I can only drink decaff," complained the second man. "You know that. The regular stuff keeps me up all night." "I've seen you sneak cups," snapped the manager. "But you never put in any money." Nancy rolled her eyes. Forget the coffee fund," said Nancy. "What happened next?" "Well," said the manager, "this big boobed super heroine rushed in, did the whole hands on the hips thing and demanded the miscreant as she called him to surrender. He just kind of grabbed her, tossed her on the mattress, rippedoff her costume and well you can see what happened." The manager gestured at the action in the window. And I sure as hell won't be able to sell that mattresss after this. I might have to sue her." "And yu just stood around watching?" asked Nancy. "Why didn't you try and help her?" "What? And ruin the show?" said both men in near unison. I cant kick every man in this city in the balls thought Nancy as she left them both moaning on the floor, but I think I am going to try. The blonde moved over to the window and positioned herself so Ms. Patriot could see her and the dart gun in her hand. "Hello there again," said Nancy conversationally. "I remember you were a little upset the last time I um interrupted your super hero activity, so should I hold off shooting this pervert in the ass?" Ms. Patriot looked at Nancy and then over her shoulder at the guy fucking her pussy. "You might as well shoot him," said the heroine. "He has been banging me for almost an hour and he isn't doing a very good job. It will take me another hour at this rate to have an orgasm, and I doubt he can last that long. Besides, he has got a pencil dick I can barely feel him inside me." At this the man looked up from his work and saw Nancy for the first time. "Hey, wait, don't I get a say in this?" "NO!" said Nancy and Ms. Patriot in unison. Nancy fired a dart into the man's butt and he toppled overbackwards, pulling out of Ms. Patriot. Nancy took a look at his genitals. "You were right, pencil dick might even have been generous." Ms. Patriot made no move to coverherself, but just laid back on the mattress on her back with her legs spread open. "Oh god, he got me so fuckinghorny too and then he couldn't be more useless at getting me off." Ms. Patriot looked up speculatively at Nancy. "I don't suppose you would care to you know...help a girl in need out again?" Nancy looked down at the pleadinggirl and sighed. The detective put her dart gun back in her trenchcoat pocket and knelt down between Ms. Patriot's legs. Nancyglanced out the store window at those watching andsighed again. "I must be fucking insane," she muttered and bent her head down and ran her tongue over Ms. Patriot's swollen pussy lips. The blonde heroine moaned and Nancy took another lick and then another. Her tongue probed into the dripping slit and Ms. Patriot's eyes rolled back in her head as she gave a loud moan of pleasure. When Nancy found her clit, the perky blonde began to make little squealing noises and her breathing became faster causing her large jugs to rise and fall in a hypnotic fashion. Then without any more warning, Nancy found her face blasted by a spout of liquid and Ms. Patriot wrapped her legs around the PI's head holding her there for a few minutes while she continued to shoot jets of her honey over Nancy's face. Finally the heroine relaxed her leg grip and Nancy stood up and blinked as she heard a round of applause from the watching crowd. Why the hell did I do that? she wondered to herself as she found some kleenex in her pocket to clean off her drenched face. Meanwhile, Ms. Patriot staggered to her feet and found her costume and dressed, seemingly oblivious to the public watching through the window. "Are you sure you still want to fight crime?" asked Nancy as she looked around for more kleenex or something else to wipe her face with. "Oh yes," asserted Ms. Patriot. "I think I am starting to get the hang of my powers now. I can just about produce red. Watch." Nancy watched for a minute as the girl concentrated and the colours blinked. "That is just a darker green," said Nancy finally. I think it is just the um colour blindnesss thing again." Ms. Patriot looked crestfallen for a few seconds, but then brightened up. Well, I still caught the robber didn't I? I am glad I was able to help you citizen!" With that, the young blonde hero charged out of the shop leaving Nancy alone with the unconscious robber and the moaning manager and his pal. "Call the cops," sighed Nancy and went to get her doughnut. * * * It didn't seem to be Nancy's day. There were no doughnuts in the fifty percent off bin, so Nancy had to settle for a cherry strudel. The red paste inside the flaky crust did have a pseudo cherry flavour, but the detective had not found any cherries as such in her investigation. Worse, she had dropped some of the gunk onto her white blouse which would probably leave a nasty stain while making it look like she had been shot and was bleeding. Oh yes, things can still get worse, thought Nancy as she opened the door to her building and ran face to face into Abigail (Gabby) Stearns, the building's manager and all around bitch. "Oh, it's you," said a startled Gabby who now looked disdainfully at Nancy as if she had just found a piece of dog poop in front of her. "I hear you have gone from porn star to stripper. My, my, you are sure coming up in the world. At least you won't be on your back when you are dancing." "Now, now Gabby," returned Nancy. "I am betting you watched my performance and probably recorded it. So stop being a hypocrite." Gabby snorted in disdain and pushed past Nancy into the street. She was a few yards down the street when Nancy called after her in a loud voice that made the other pedestrians around stop and look. "Hey Gabby, don't forget to buy more batteries for your plastic friend in your underwear drawer!" Nancy saw Gabby flinch visibly and turn bright red. The detective figured she had scored a direct hit and went into the building with a smile afterall as she climbed the stairs to her fourth floor office. Out of habit, she glanced at the elevator which still stood there broken and rusting. Just before noon, Nancy did get some good news. The super heroines had reappeared from wherever they had been. the news anchor on the radio didn't have much in the way of details. There was a terse "no comment" from a Lt. Falcon, identified as the new head of the Anti-terrorism, alien and monster squad of the Delta City PD. Falcon was apparently the successor to the late unlamented, at least by Nancy, Captain Hawk who had died so courageously defending the city from a terrorist bomb attack. Nancy did a mental eye roll. She hoped this Falcon was an improvement over Hawk. If he wasn't, she figured they would be down to Sergeant Woodpecker next. [Shameless plug: See part 4 of the Witchfire story by Silkcords elsewhere on this site for more on the disapearance and reappearance of the heroines.] It was not long after that when Nancy's cell phone rang. The PI had set it so only calls from people on her contact list came through, so Nancy arched an eyebrow in mild surprise when she saw the name on her display. "Hello Tonya," said Nancy as she answered the call. "What's up?" "Actually, that was what I was going to ask you," said Tonya O'Donnell, the TV reporter, who was also the super heroine Got Gal. Both Nancy and Tonya were in the information gathering professions, so they had found it useful to share things with each other over the past year. Tonya was, however, as far as Nancy knew unaware that the private eye knew her secret identity. Nancy sighed. "I suppose you are calling to ask about my little TV show the other night? I was a little surprised that they had Megan Fitzpatrick covering that. You are normally the one they get for high profile stories." "I was er out of town on er assignment," replied Tonya. "So they got that bit...er Megan to cover for me." Nancy laughed. "Don't worry about Megan, Tonya. She isn't half the reporter you are, and I don't just mean bust size either!" Tonya joined in the laugh. The blonde reporter was one of the bustier Aphrodite heroines and Megan Fitzpatrick, while not flat chested, was no Aphrodite by a long shot. "But of course, we don't want to judge women by their boob size," amended Tonya dutifully though perhaps not with conviction. "To get back on topic though, I wanted to ask about the hotel business as well as your um upcoming move into er show business?" Nancy sighed again and recounted what had happened at the hotel with Todd Brooks, Borden and Hawk. She ended with "And that asshole Borden nevertold me they were going to do a live broadcast with Megan practically doing colour commentary on my sexual skills." Tonya commiserated with Nancy over what had happened. "But, unfortunately most of that won't go into any story. The late great Captain Hawk is the official hero and martyr as far as the city is concerned. I can certainly mention that you weren't um fully apprised shall we say of the extent of exposure you were going to get, but truthfully all most people care about is you gave one hell of a porn performance. Your narrative isn't exactly helped with your upcoming stage performance at the Pussycat Club tomorrow night. What is the story on that?"" Nancy hesitated. The detective didn't want Maria to get dragged into this, especially with her perhaps questionable immigration status. Nancy was sure she could trust Tonya, but things had a way of getting out and a cell phone in Delta City was hardly secure. "It's complicated," was what Nancy finally said. "Not for publication, but just between the two of us, I am doing a favour for a friend. For the official record, let's just say it is personal and I don't want to comment any more on it at this time." Nancy could tell that Tonya wanted to press her more on the issue, but didn't. As someone with her own secrets, the reporter was not keen to press Nancy on her secrets. Leaving her business aside,Nancy asked Tonya if she had any more details on what had happened to the super heroines who were now reported back. It was Tonya who hesitated now, but finally told Nancy that she had talked with Got Gal who was a friend of hers and given her some of the details. Nancy smiled to herself at the dodge, but listened intently to what Tonya would tell her. The reporter gave a fairly hazy account of what had gone down. That some of the heroines like Ms. Americana had been captured by Dragon Queen. Then that the few remaining heroines along with some retired or out of town heroines had mounted a rescue. As Nancy listened, she was sure Tonya was leaving out some crucial bits. There seemed to be at least one heroine who had played a major part, but for some reason was not being identified by name. It seemed likely this unknown heroine had magical powers, but the only magical heroine Nancy knew was Hexana and she had been among those captured. After hanging up with Tonya, Nancy checked her watch and made a face. The Pussycat Club didn't open until five and the show didn't start until eight, so she had arranged to do a "undress rehearsal" with Phoebe and a few of the other girls from the club at three. Nancy had seen the strippers in action more times than she cared to remember, but knew she was going to need some advice and tips on how to actually carry it off. The detective was not exactly sure why she cared, but she had made a deal with Cyril and that required her to do her best. I mean, how bad can it be, she thought, it is not like people didn't just see me naked on television a few days ago. Suddenly Nancy sat bolt upright in herchair causing it to emit a loud squeak of protest. What the hell was the matter with her? Her little lesbian sex act with Ms. Patriot suddenly flooded back into her mind and with it, how casual she had been about it. Sex had simply not been more than a very small part of her life before coming to Delta City. She had rarely stayed in one place longenough to initiate sexual activities. A person didn't havetime to think about sex when they were disarming a bomb or dodging bullets. But since coming to Delta City and especially in the last week or so after meeting Danielle, sex had become a dominant theme in her life. This morning when Ms. Patriot wanted relief, she had done that without really thinking about it. Yes, she thought grimly, Delta City was definitely starting to affect her thinking and actions and she resolved to be more on guard against it in the future. Nancy paused to look at the poster outside the Pussycat Club. Oh yes, they were full colour allright. The picture was her kneeling on the bed in theRitz in that red hooker dress with her nipples just peeking out the top. Under the picture in large bold text was "You saw her on TV. Now you can see her live on stage. Limited seating. Shows at 8:00, 9:30 and 11:." Nancy didn't rrecall agreeing to three shows, but she also knew Phoebe and the other girls were on stage several times in one night, so she was just going to have to live with it. Inside, workers were busy doing some hasty renovations. Most of the booths at the back were gone and replaced with smaller tables and chairs to nearly double the seating capacity. Cyril was obviously trying to maximize his earning potential. Phoebe and the other girls agreed that her normal hooker outfit would be fine for her show, but Cyril insisted that she start out wearing her trenchcoat over it. It would go with the music they had picked out for her act which was the theme from The Pink Panther. With Cyril, Frank, Trudy and several other strippers watching, Phoebe had led her through her routine, choreographing each move to the music. When to swing on the pole, when and how to remove each item of clothing for the maximum effect. They did a couple of dry runs to make sure Nancy had all the moves down pat then did it one final time with everything coming off. When it was done, a sweat soaked and naked Nancy ended up in a legs split position with everything on display. Her small audience clapped enthusiastically as Nancy got to her feet and they climbed on stage to congratulate her. "You are a natural," enthused Phoebe. "If you ever want to do a two girl show, let me know," said Sahara as she ran herhand over Nancy's ass "We could do a little sixty nine on stage to end the act. The customers would eat it up." Nancy felt herself flush under the complements and the touching. Her first impulse had been to reject both, but these people were only trying to show their friendship. It might be slightly warped when observed from a more "normal" place, but this was Delta City, so the detective just smiled and thanked them.. Cyril even gave her a free ticket in case she wanted to invite someone. Nancy took the ticket and wondered if she had the nerve to ask Cindy Kelly if she wanted to come. * * * Nancy stayed home that night as she had promised herself and read the latest V.I. Warshawski book. While they were fiction, Nancy considered them extremely useful for picking up tips on how to be a better private eye. Tonight, she would let the super heroines look after the city by themselves. The next day was a Friday, and Nancy elected not to go to her office. Her cell number was on the door, and if a potential client actually showed up on her doorstep, they could call her. The blonde detective spent the day instead running through her routine in her mind and trying not to be nervous. It was only around five when she stopped and sniffed the air. She smelled pizza. Nancy grabbed her trenchcoat and hurried out the door to see if her nose was deceiving her and found that the restaurant was indeed once more Wong's Pizza. She just hoped nothing bad had happened to a heroine to trigger this reboot. One of these days, she was finally going to have to tackle Mr. Wong about this. Jason Wong greeted her at the counter, took her order and gave her a friendly grope of her boobs. Nancy sat at a table, waiting for her pizza when the front door opened and Mrs. Wong bustled in, carrying a rolled up tube of paper. The old woman came over to Nancy, gave her a slightly disdainful look and unrolled the paper. It turned out to be one of the colour posters for Nancy's show that night. "You sign, she said handing Nancy a marker. "Becky and Judy want for the wall of their room." "Yes ma'am," said Nancy obediently and signed the poster "To Becky and Judy with love, Detective Boobs." Mrs. Wong looked at what Nancy had written and nodded her approval and disappeared into the back. Nancy was eating her pizza when the front door opened again. The detective vaguely remembered something about not swimming for an hour after eating, but she didn't think that also applied to stripping and the pizza was calming her nerves. What was unusual was that this time when the door opened, there was a bing of a bell. Nancy frowned. The PI didn't remember ever hearing a bell when the door opened before and she looked up to see a young woman with strawberry blonde hair entering. The woman was carring a shopping bag, and Mrs. Wong fairly came running from the kitchen as if summoned by the bell. When Nancy glanced behind the counter towards the kitchen, she also caught a glimpse of both Jake an Jason Wong peering out and looking a bit nervous. Nancy turned back to the girl and Mrs. Wong and was quite astonished to see Mrs. Wong looking nervous as well which was the first time that the detective could everrecall anything upsetting Mrs. Wong. Nancy rather fancied that if Godzilla had showed up, he would have been given a number and told to wait his turn for his pizza. Nancy heard the girl order a pizza and was also sure she heard her nickname of Detective Boobs used. Mrs. Wongfairly scurried off with the order and the girl crossed the room to Nancy's table and sat down. It wasn't a long conversation, and much of it was a bit on the cryptic side thought Nancy as she sat there finishing her pizza after the girl had gone, disappearing with a snap of her fingers along with her pizza. The girl, whose name turned out to be Krystal, was obviously not an Aphrodite, but she was also far from normal thought Nancy. The girl had looked a bit tired and worn out as if she had recently undergone some kind of ordeal and was still recovering. Nancy's thoughts strayed back to her conversation with Tonya ODonnell and the feeling there had been a new, unnamed heroine involved in the rescue. Hmm, Nancy thought she could now put a face to that new heroine. Krystal had actually admitted to being magical which made Nancy glance at the door and the bell that had never gone off before. A bell that only went off when someone magical entered the restaurant. Something else to ask Mr. Wong about. The girl had known who Nancy was and that was surprising and unexplained. Hmm, maybe not if you considered magic which was something Nancy had to admit she knew little to nothing about. The girl had also implied that she too, like Nancy, was not native to this universe. That might have interesting ramifications where the Others were concerned. There had also been a warning about the local criminalsbeing much more organized than they appeared. Was that tied to the Others? Nancy thought not. From what Tonya had told her, the grabbing of the heroines had involved some very high tech equipment which didn't sound like the Others, who seemed to rely more on magic. Finally there were the gifts the girl had left. There were three of them. Nancy fingered the arcade token and then slipped it into a hidden inside pocket of her trenchcoat. Krystal had said it could be used to call for help if Nancy was in real need. Well, considering how things were going, that might just be extremely useful. The second gift came from Lady Sara Kraft. Nancy was quite delighted with the gun she found in the wooden box. It didn't have pearl inlayed handles nor was it encrusted with gems and those things didn't matter a bit to Nancy. The gun was a technical marvel. It looked like an ordinary gun that any cop might carry, but first looks were deceiving. The gun used special clips that could be switched in and out with ridiculous speed and ease. Inside the box was an assortment of different types of clips. There were of course the standard bullet type, but there were also tranquilizer, smoke and gas types. Nancy thought the armor piercing rounds could be quite fun and there were some that could be filled with any substance she might devise and her mutoid catalyst formula came to mind. Also in the box was a silencer and a hand printed note giving a website where she could purchase replacement clips using the code that was given on the note. The only downside to the gun was not the gun itself, but what the gift implied. Lady Kraft had no paticular reason to send Nancy a gift unless she knew it was Nancy who had been doing a little super heroine rescue work on the side. That knowledge didn't have to even come from any magical source, reflected Nancy. It might only have taken the heroines comparing notes. Oh, you were helped out by a busty blonde in a trenchcoat too? How interesting, so was I. That combined with her television debut the other night could have been enough to identify her. Hmmm, nasty thought. If the heroines could put two and two together and come up with Nancy as the answer, so might some other nastier people. Nancy sighed. She had been somewhat careless. In her own defence, she was more used to quick in and out missions, and not so used to playing these long term games of strategy. She thought she had better start learning though if she wanted to survive. On the positive side, Nancy realized that it also meant she had some new friends. The detective had been so used to her solo work that the concept of friends and allies was taking some getting used to. The busty detective then considered the third gift. It was a sealed envelope from Wade Enterprises, which meant Brenda Wade which meant Ms. Americana. Nancy wondered if the premier super heroine of Delta City might be a little pissed at her impersonation. While the impersonation had seemed to do the trick and Ms. Americana had gotten the credit for its success, there were a few negatives for the heroine that Nancy could see. First, it hadbeen unauthorized. Second, it had resulted in a topless picture of "ms. Americana" on the front page of the newspaper. Third and finally, the word would probably get out that the Flaming Skulls had gang banged the great Ms. Americana". Men liked to brag about their conquests, and even beaten up and in jail, Nancy doubted the members of the Flaming Skulls could keep theirflaming mouths shut. After staring for a long time at the envelope, Nancy finally shoved it into an inner coat pocket. She would open it after the show. And thinking of her show, she made a face, checked her watch and hurried out of the restaurant. A quick trip to her apartment to put the rest of the pizza in the fridge for brekfast and to lock her old guns in the little floor safe under her wardrobe. Not really thinking she would need it, Nancy nevertheless took her new gun along with an assortment of clips for it. Maybe if she was real lucky, she could find something to try the armour piercing rounds on. Commissioner Borden's limo came to mind for some reason. Nancy was not looking forward to this night, but she was a intelligent, resourceful woman and she could handle it. No problem. * * * "I think I am going to puke," moaned Nancy as she sat on a bench in the stripper change room a half hour later. "You should never eat a big meal before dancing," said Phoebe on one side of her with an arm on the detective's shoulder. "It was pizza," moaned Nancy. "Pizza has never betrayed me before." "Nah, it is just nerves," said Sahara who was sitting on the detective's other side, also with an arm draped over the blonde's shoulders. "Holy fuck, that is Commissioner Borden in the front row," yelled an excited Cindy Kelly coming into the room. Nancy had introduced the redheaded policewoman to Cyril and the others and surprisingly they had no problems with a cop running around backstage. Cyril had just said that if Nancy considered her a friend then she was cool "And I think that is the Mayor sitting with him," continued Cindy excitedly. "He has this stupid fake moustache on and says his name is Mr. Jones and the aide with him is Mr. Smith. Can you fucking believe it?" Nancy groaned. Trudy was the next one to come bustling into the change room. "Did you hear about the Bishop, the Rabbi and the Minister who went to a strip club?" she asked the group. "I don't know that one," said the dark haired Phoebe shaking her head. "It's not a joke," snickered Trudy and gave her boobs a jiggle. "The table next to the Mayor has Bishop Mahoney, Rabbi Lowenstein and the tv evangelist guy Randy Oaks, you know the guy who is always going on about how sinful the city is? I think they paid for all three shows." Nancy groned again. "Put your head down between your knees," said Phoebe as she rubbed Nancy's neck. It turned out that Cyril had by replacing the booths and adding rows of foldingchairs, increased the capacity of the PUssycat Club to something around five hundred. The Fire Marshall who had approved the changes also had a front row seat. Moreover, there was a hundred dollar covercharge foreach of the three shows. A person could pay for all three or just one. Cyril had also stocked the bar with ten times the normal amount of booze and increased the prices to boot. Cyril was nothing, if not a good businessman thought Nancy and groaned again. Cindy gave Nancy a sympathetic look and decided it was best not to mention the signed colour photos that Cyril was selling at ten bucks a pop. which were going like hotcakes. Cindy wasn't sure who had signed them, but they were signed. The photo was the same as the posters, but the signed "authentic" message had read "Wouldn't you like to put your cock between these tits? Love, Nancy" Next to come through the door was Maria. The young latino girl had started just today and was still a bit skittish about walking around topless. It had helped a lot when a few customers had tried to get fresh and Trudy had smacked them about the ears and told them if they or anyone bothered her little sister, they would answer to her. The word from Trudy tended to get around fast and Maria was starting to adjust. "I think that is Senator Williams and Congresswoman Mendez at one of the tables," said Maria with wonder in her voice."They seem to be very excited about the show and one is a Republican and the other is a Democrat." Maria gave Nancy a slightly nervous look, not quite used to her friend and idol turning out to be a stripper though that did help to explain how Nancy had been able to help her get this job. Maria looked down again at her bare C cup breasts and tried to repress those thoughts about what good Catholic girls did and didn't do. And she had to admit, the waitressing was much better than whoring or stripping Nancy groaned again. Nancy had wondered who was looking after Juan, Maria's youngboy and was surprised to find out that somehow Mrs. Wong had contacted the girl and had her bring Juan over to their apartment where Judy, Becky and the host of other Wong women would see he was looked after. Finally, it was Cyril who poked his head in the door to announce, "five minutes until you go on Nancy!" "I think I am going to puke," repeated Nancy. * * * Nancy stood behind the curtain a few minutes later listening to Cyril on the speaker system. "And now ladies and gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for. You saw her on television taking it all off. Now you can see her live taking it all off for you! Here is Delta City's number one private detective, now going very very public.....Ms. Nancy Peye!" There was a roar from the crowd, the music started and the curtain opened. Shit, thought Nancy. I wonder if the French Foreign Legion is still in existence and taking female recruits? But then, she straigtened her shoulders and marched out onto the stage. The first part of her act was simple. Nancy strutted to the very front of the stage, turned and strutted back ten feet, giving her ass a wiggle at the very end. Then, she whipped around to face the audience again and ripped open her trenchcoat to reveal the low cut halter and micro mini skirt under it. The noise from the crowd got even louder. Next, nancy grabbed the pole and did a swing around it, letting the trenchcoat flap open as she twirled. Letting go of the pole, she shrugged off the trenchcoat and tossed it behind her where it fell in aheap. Another twirl around the pole and then she pressed her body against the pole letting the metal rub over her crotch and between her breasts. Spinning away from the pole, Nancy turned her back to the audience again and shook her ass back and forth, the very short skirt flying up enough to show brief glimpses of the tiny black thong under it and the bare globes of her ass. Spinning around to face front, Nancy's hands went to the knotted tie on her halter and the room went even crazier. Slowly, oh so very slowly, the blonde pulled the string to unknot the top and finally the halter fell open giving a tantalizing glimpse of her nipples, but she kept the untied top on and once more did a swing and hug of the pole. Moving away from the pole, hips swaying and blonde hair flying, Nancy grasped the edges of her top in each hand and continued to dance. She started to pull the top all the way open to expose her boobs then pulled it back to cover them. Repeating this several times, each time exposing her breasts just a little bit more while the crowd screamed for her to take it off. Finally when the crowd was almost foaming at the mouth in anticipation, the blonde PI yanked her halter all the way open to give the crowd an unobstructed look at her EE melons for the first time. A few men tried to climb onto the stage, but Frank and a couple of other bouncers shoved them back. Nancy slipped off the halter and let it fall to the stage floor and continued to move her hips, letting her boobs bounce and sway. Then it was back to the pole and now the shiny metal slid up and down between those exposed breasts like a metal cock while the watching men were wishing that it was their cock sliding between those round globes. Once more away from the pole and Nancy unbelted her skirt facing the crowd. Long moments of teasing as she turned her back and oh so slowly lowered it over her hips until finally gravitytook hold and it dropped to the floor where she kicked it away. Now in just a thong and her high heels, Nancy did a few more twirls on the pole, her large jugs flying out from her body, hard nipples glisteningwith sweat under the bright stage lights. Then the final tease. Unlike some strip shows, the girls at the Pussycat Club were expected to go all the way and not stop with panties on. Nancy slipped her fingers into the elastic on either side of her hips and again oh so slowly began to tug her panties down. The blonde's shaved pussy came slowly into sight as the crowd screamed at the top of their lungs and Nancy stepped out of them, kicked them up to her hands and tossed them blindly into the crowd. Bishop Mahoney nearly had a heart attack when they landed square on his flushed face. Nancy did a final twirl around the pole and ended as the music stopped with a leg split position on the stage, her pussy gapingwide to show the pink inner walls. Nancy held the pose for thirty seconds while the crowd noise hit new levels of madness and then the detective scampered off as the curtain camedown. * * * The second and third shows went off to similar results. The only real change being the amount of alcohol consumed by some of the patrons which made the job of Frank and the other bouncers that much harder to keep the drunks from the stage. Despite what Cyril had said about money being stuffed into her panties, that clearly was not a workable option with so skimpy a pair of panties and their ultimate removal. Instead, there were large buckets by the stage for tips and those were near to overflowing. Nancy had showered after each show to remove the sweat from the hot lights and her exertions. She was back sitting on the bench inthe change room, drinking a bottle of water and wearing only her trenchcoat when Cyril pushed open the door looking frantic. "We got a big problem," he said and gestured for Nancy to follow him. The blonde detective followed Cyril wondering if someone had actually had a heart attack or something and he led her to one of the small private rooms in the corridor where clients could pay for a private performance of one kind or another. The bed on oneside of the room was a giveaway as to what those private performances might include. It was, however, not the bed but the person on it who drew Nancy's attention. Frank was standing by the head of the bed as Nancy crossed to it and looked down at the man lying on it. The detective reached down and pulled the fake moustache off the late Mr. Smith, aide to Mr. Jones, the Mayor. It was the late Mr. Smith to be certain as anyone could tell from the knife stuck in his chest. The man had lived longenough, however, to try writing a message on the wall next to him in his own blood. The message was simple enough. It was one word and read "Nancy. As both Frank and Cyril looked at her, Nancy's mind raced. She didn't feel any panic or fear. Unlike the stripping which had terrified her, this was something she knew how to deal with. It was her area, her expertise. Turning to Cyril, she snapped "Have the bouncers close off all the doors. Nobody goes in or out. Nobody." When Cyril had passed on the order using his cell phone, Nancy was looking around the room "No camera in here?" "No," replied Cyril in a shaky voice. "I don't put up with blackmail. People who use these rooms have privacy" Nancy nodded. "But there is a camera in the corridor," and she saw Cyril nod. "Ok, go get Borden, show him this and then bring him to your office. I want to see the video for that corridor" By the time Borden arrived with Mr. Jones in tow, Nancy was seated in Cyril's chair, her hands playing over the controls. Security and video cameras were something she knew inside and out and she soon had thefootage from the corridor camera running. The blood had been wet. The murder had happened after the third show 'You are under fucking arrest you bitch, yelled Commissioner Borden as soon as he saw Nancy. The PI ignored him for a moment as she continued to work the controls and watched the monitor. "Oh shut up Borden. I didn't kill Smith or whatever the fuck his real name is." Nancy glanced briefly at Frank. "You found him?" Frank nodded. "Um, after the third show he asked me if I coud get him a private show with you. I said I didn't think so, but would go ask. I stopped at the bathroom and then stuck my head back in to say I couldn't find yu sinceI was sure you were going to say no, and that is when I saw him like that. I called Cyril and he went and got you." Nancy nodded. She found the right time on the video and slowed it down to watch. They all saw Frank and Smith go into the room A little later Frank came out and went down the hall into the men'sroom. A few seconds later Nancy saw herself come into view and go into the murder room. She appeared to only be wearing her trenchcoat and heels. Another twenty seconds later, she saw herself come out and go down the hall into the ladiesroom. "You did fucking kill him," screeched Borden. "You are under arrest." Nancy gave Borden an annoyed look. "Oh shut up Borden." she repeated. "I didn't kill him and before you get too excited, stop and think about the publicity this might get that you and the Mayor don't want. Think of the headlines. Mayor's Aide killed by prostitute in strip club while police commissioner and mayor watch the show. If you want to avoid that kind of publicity then shut the fuck up and let me work." "What is this about the Mayor?" asked the other man with Borden. "My name is Jones and..." he was cut off when Cyril reached over and ripped his fake moustache off. "With all due respect Mr. Mayor, shut the fuck up!" snapped Cyril. Nancy replayed the video again and this time noticed two other things she had missed the firsttime. First, the Nancy in the video had an identical trenchcoat to her own except for one thing. Nancy looked down at the little red dragon pin on her collar and its absence on the woman in the video. Well, nice to know she hadn't killed the guy without remembering it. The second thing she noticed was the ring on the woman's finger of her right hand. Nancy again rflexively looked at her own right hand and the lack of a ring. Hmm, thought the detective and then rewound the video back further. Just before Frank and Smith went into the room, she saw a small brown haired woman go into the ladies room and then the fake Nancy came out of the ladies room. Zooming in, Nancy saw the ring on the brown haired woman's right hand. Bingo. Nancy moved the video ahead some more and this time it showed the same woman comingout of the ladies room just after the fake Nancy had gone in. Same ring. The woman had gone from the ladies room back towards the main bar. The place was packed. Did she have time to get through the crowd and escape? Nancy wasn't sure, as she switched to the cameras in the main room looking for the woman. There seemed to be a commotion at one of the exits. Nancy turned to Cyril. "Check with the bouncer at that door. Did someone get out?" As Cyril called the door guard, Nancy switched to the outside camera. Nice of Cyril to keep the exterior well lighted for security she thought. "The bouncer thinksa woman got out when a bunch of peopletried to rush the door," said Cyril hanging up. "Hmmm," said Nancy switchingfrom camera to camera. "Got her!" Nancy saw a small woman, possibly brown haired...hard to tell at night heading for a car parked on the street. "Everyone stay here and don't do anything until I get back or call you." Stil wearing only her trenchcoat, Nancy moved for the office door. Borden tried to get in her way, sputtering about her being under arrest, but the blonde PI just pushed past him. When the Commissioner tried to follow her out the door, Cyril grabbed him and pushed Brden into a chair. "Again with all due respect Mr. Commissioner, shut the fuck up and sit down. Let someone who is competent do her job." * * * Nancy dashed out the whore / stripper entrance giving Jerome a flash of her boobs as she went by and sprinted for her car. The detective was surprised at how quick she could run in the six inch heels. "Damn, I can't be getting used to these fucking things can I?" Nancy pulled out of the lot and just barely caught sight of the woman's little white car turning the corner ahead of her. She didn't dare lose sight of the woman or she was screwed with a million little white cars in the city. It was touch and go, and several timesNancy thought she had lost her quarry but finally the detective pulled up across thestreet from a cheap motel and watched the brown haired woman unlock a door and go in. Nancy got out of her car and a few minutes later knocked on the motel room door, standing just to one side in case anyone got trigger happy and decided to fire through the closed door. The motel door swung open and Nancy found herself looking at a medium sized white male with short dark hair dressed in a black business suit and tie. "Can I help you?" the man asked trying to sound casual, but Nancycould see the hint of surprise tht had flittered across his face. Nancy didn't say anything,but pushed him backwards into the room and closed the dor as she stepped in. The detective looked around the motel room. Not much in the way of hiding spaces and the bathroom door was wide open and the room empty. Nancyopened the closet and looked under the bed, finding no trace of the brown haired woman. "Look, what is this all about?" said the man with the hint of a smirk on his face. "I think I am going to have to call the police," and he movedtowards the phone on the desk. Nancy looked around the room again confused and then her eyes alighted on the man's right hand and the ring on it. She wanted to slap herforehead in her stupidity. Not a disguise, but ashape changer. And she was willing to bet that keeping that shape took more than a bit of energy. She could just tie him up and see what happened, but that mighttake too long. Instead, she could do this instead. The man was still reaching for the phone, which Nancy was pretty sure was a bluff as the last thing this man would want was police involvement, when she let hertrenchcoat fall to the rug and she stood there naked. "Hey baby, the agency sent me over. They said you called wanting a good time." The man stopped reaching for the phone and turned to gape at her in apparent disbelief. "B,but I didn't...." he began, but Nancy cut him off by striding to him quickly, wrapping her arms about him and kissing him hard on the mouth while pressing her bare boobs into his chest. Breaking the kiss, Nancy almost tossed the fully dressed man onto his back on the bed and crawled on top of him. "They told me you asked for a woman who would take charge," she husked down at him and undid his tie and pulled it off while the man gaped up at her. The man had to know she was lying since he obviously had to recognize the woman he had impersonated. Hmm, a lot of that goingaround lately, thought Nancy as she undid the man's belt and his button and yanked down his pants and boxers in one swift motion. His problem was of course that while he was in a man'sbody, he was having a man's reaction to a busty naked woman in his hotel room and his cock was starting to come to attention even as he tried to formulate a plan or response. When Nancy's mouth closed on his cock, his mental processes ground to a halt. Nancy went to work with a relentless zeal, swirlingher tongue around the head and then slidingmore and more of the hardeningcock into her mouth. The detective reached out with a hand and cupped the man's balls, givingthem a gentle squeeze and began to bob her mouth up and down the cock. The man gave a soft moan and just lay there on his back staring at her as Nancy eased the head of his cock into her throat and began to deepthroat him. With her mouth still stuffed full of his cock, Nancy reached up and began to pull off his jacket and shirt. The man was no longer resisting, but actively helped her and then Nancy paused her cocksuckingonly long enough to yank his pants all the way down and off. Then the detective resumed her oral work, this time sucking on his balls while she grasped his throbbing cock in one hand and rubbed it over her face. After a few minutes of this, she resumed bobbing up and down on his cock until it was as hard as it would ever be. Nancy moved up to straddle the man, running her hands over his bare chest and then positioned the well spit lubricated cock at the entrance to her pussy and lowered herself onto it. The man's eyes roled up into his head and he gasped loudly as he felt the blonde's pussy grip his cock. Nancy smiled down at him Just relax sugar and let Nancy do the work." With that the busty PI began to ride up and down on the man's cock. Slowly at first and then going faster and faster with his balls slapping into her ass. Nancy bounced up and down on the cock for several minutes as sweat broke out on the man's forehead and his breathing became rapid and shallow. Then with a loud moan of pleasure and release, he began to shoot his hot thick load into Nancy's pussy. The detectivecontinued to grind herself into the spasaming cock for another minute as the man groaned under her and then it happened. Nancy suddenly found herself looking down at the sweat covered form of the small brown haired woman. As Nancy had hoped, the energy taken for an orgasm was too much for the shapeshifter who had been forced to revert to her naturalshape. Despite being caught off guard, however, the woman recovered quickly enough to make a lunge for Nancy's eyes with her fingers, but Nancy caught her wrists and pinned them to the bed over the woman's head. "Now why don't you tell me who you are and what this was all about hon?" asked the blonde detective who leaned down and brushed her lips over those of the woman under her. "Get off me!" hissed the woman. "Get off me you dirty fucking lesbian whore!" "My, my aren't we a bit touchy," smiled Nancy. "Now tell me what is going on or do I get rough?" With that Nancy pushed her breasts into the smaller B cups of the woman and rubbed them around, producinganother moan from the woman and a few curses directed at Nancy of a most vile nature. "Flattery will get you nowhere," admonished Nancy as she began to run her hands over the woman's naked body as the woman glared up at her. Clearly the sexual attention of another woman was disconcerting the woman and Nancy intended to take full advantage of that as she began to lick the woman's neck. It took a little more coaxing, but eventually Nancy got enough of the story to satisfy her and she pulled the three fingers she had inserted into the woman's pussy and licked them clean before rolling off the bed. The PI retrieved a pair of cuffs from her trenchcoat and the woman cursed a blue streak as Nancy cuffed her hands behind her back. The woman said her name was Leona Brown and Nancy did find a driver's license in a purse by the bed that confirmed that, though Nancy was less than convinced it was her real name. The woman said she had been hired to kill Mitchell Wiggins, the real name of Mr. Smith, the Mayor's aide. It seemed that Wiggins was taking kickbacks to ensure several construction projects like the new bridge went through. But Wiggins had gotten too greedy and demanded more money. The people who had contracted Leona, whom she declined to name, had decided that Wiggins had become a liability. "But why the elaborate scene at the Pussycat Club?" Nancy had asked. "You could have killed him more easily any time you wanted in some other place." "It was killing three birds with one stone," smirked Leona, unable to keep herself from bragging. "It got rid of Wiggins. It implicated you in his murder which my employers wanted since you apparently have become a nuisance to them. Finally, Cyril has been a bad boy, talking to you about things he shouldn't and a murder in his club might shut him down and teach him a lesson." Nancy draped a blanket over the still naked woman and then called Cyril to tell him where she was. Shetold him they could let people out of the club and suggested he bring Borden and "Mr. Jones" to the motel for a chat. Also to have Cindy guard all the evidence. While she waited for them to arrive, Nancy found the woman's phone and took it into the bathroom to secretly make a copy of her phone logs and contacts. There might be something in there that might prove useful at a later date when she had time to look at it. Cyril arrived with the unhappy pair who glared at the woman and nancy and refused to believe her story. Nancy sighed and playe the voice recording of what the woman had said for them. They were still unconvinced. Nancy sighed and then went over to Leona and removed the ring from her finger as the woman renewed her vitriolic attack on Nancy and her parentage. "Hush dear," Nancy soothed. "My mama was a test tube and daddy was an eyedropper. I dont think they could have done all those nasty things" Nancy put the ring on her finger and concentrated. She didn't hve Leona's expertise, but her formbriefly turned into a duplicate of Commissioner Borden before reverting back to her own. She slipped the ring from her finger and handed it to a stunned Borden "Belive me now?" The policecommissioner nodded. Nancy gave Borden and the Mayor a hard look. "The thing now is to decide what to do next. Frankly in Delta City, people disappear all the time, but Wiggins is a bit too high profile for that. People would ask questions. I don't think you really want to answer those questions do you Mr. Mayor? Questions, like just how much did you know about your aide's kickback scheme? Perhaps how much of those kickbacks found their way into your personal bank account?" The Mayor said nothing, and just glared at Nancy. "On the other hand, neither Cyril or I want the notorioty of a murder in the Pussycat Club. So, what I suggest is we move Wiggin's body from the club to this nifty little hotel room. Then Commissioner Borden, you can have some trusted flunkies find the body and his murderer. No embarrassing questions for anyone. What do you say?" Borden and the Mayor looked at each other and finally nodded their agreement. The detective turned to look at the Mayor. "Oh and I suggest you have safety checks done on all those construction projects. If I hear anyone even breaks a fingernail because of them, the people of Delta City will be learning all the details of your scam." * * * It was nearly four in the morning before it all got done as Nancy had suggested and she opened the door to her apartment. The whole time, she hadn't bothered to put on anything under her trenchcoat which had seemed to rather amuse Cyril and the cops. Nancy couldn't have cared less at that point as she was exhausted. It was only when she went to hang up her coat that she heard the unfamiliar crackle of paper and remembered the envelope from Brenda Wade. Nancy was really tempted to just say screw it and let it wait until morning, but decided she might as well get it over with and took the envelope to her arm chair and sat down to open it. The only thing in the envelope was a newspaper clipping from about three years ago. The headline of the articleread "Unknown Super Heroine Found Dead on Beach". The articlecontained a few more details and there was a picture of the heroine. She was naked, but a mask and bits of costume lay on the sand beside her. The picture gave a very clear image of the dead woman's face. It was a face that Nancy recognized with ease. It was her own face that she saw every day in the mirror. The End