Tales From Delta City #13: A real Dick By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. all characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Dragon Queen and Professor Pervo are the creation and property of Mr. X. The concept of Sanctuary was created by Silkcords. As far as I can recall, all other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what I have depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com "Ahhhh, it's real hard to take dictation with you playing with my tits like that," moaned Christine Simmons. "Sorry about that," apologized Cindy Kelly and the petite red haired private eye removed her hands from Christine's boobs. The young blonde was sitting in Cindy's lap, steno pad in one hand and pen in the other. "I didn't say I objected," noted Christine. "I was just pointing out that getting groped and doing shorthand at the same time was difficult and you might have to decide which one you wanted to do most." Cindy pondered this for a moment and then slid her hands under Christine's blouse this time and cupped the large, soft, braless tits directly. "I guess that means the letter can wait until later," moaned Christine as she felt Cindy's fingers tweak her hard nipples. "Er excuse me," said a female voice from the inner office doorway. "Sorry to interrupt, but there wasn't anyone at the receptionist desk. I can come back later when you are done with that um dictation." "We really need to remember to lock the door before we start working on our correspondence," said Cindy wryly. "Or at least learn to close the door," agreed Christine who stood up and smoothed down her very short skirt. She looked over at the newcomer and pointed to one of the guest chairs in front of Cindy's desk. "Please have a seat. Would you like some coffee?" "Please," said the woman as she came into the office and sat down. She was African-American, probably mid twenties, with quite dark skin, short hair curled into anAfro and not bad in the chest department noticed Christine as she crossed to the battered filing cabinet on which the coffee pot was sitting. Christine poured the woman a cup of coffee then looked over her shoulder at her."Cream and sugar?" she asked. "It's only the fake powdered cream stuff." "Two sugars please," said the woman and both she and Cindy couldn't help but enjoy the show as Christine bent down to get the sugar from the bottom drawer. Her short black skirt rode up to display the black thong wedged so deep in her ass cheeks that it looked like she didn't have any underwear on. Cindy suspected that Christine deliberately kept the sugar in the bottom drawer just so she could have an excuse to flaunt her perfect ass, but hadn't asked in case it ended the free floor sho which was often the highlight of a long boring dayw. "Mm, good coffee," said the potential client as she leaned back in the chair and crossed her long legs. "Do you want anything more?" Christine asked Cindy, prepared to vacate the inner office for her receptionist desk in the outer office. "Pull up a chair and sit down," said Cindy. "You keep saying you want to become a detective yourself, so sitting in on an interview would be a good start, unless you object?" This last bit was directed at the black woman. "Not at all," replied the woman. "As long as everything is kept confidential." "Of course," replied Cindy and Christine nodded in agreement. "That is pretty much the first rule of a private eye. Everything you tel us is held in strict confidence, unless of course you are telling us about something illegal you did in which case, depending on how serious it is, we might feel honour bound to report it to the police." "No, I haven't done anything illegal," the woman assured them both. "Good," said Cindy. "Perhaps you should start with your name and then tell us why you want to hire a private eye. At least I assume that is why you are here, because if you now try to sell me a vacuum cleaner, I am going to feel rather stupid." "My name is Marjorie King," said the woman, "and yes I want to hire you for a job." Marjorie paused to take another sip of hercoffee before going on. "I guess I should say up front that I don't have a lot of money, but I will pay what I can as a retainer and pay you more on installments." "I've done that before," replied Cindy. "Tellmeabout the case first and then we can come back to payment if I decide to takethe the case." When Marjorie looked at her questioningly, Cindy gave her head a smallshake. "I don't agree to take a case on blind. It might be something I don't want to get involved in, or something I can't handle." "Fair enough," agreed Marjorie. "I want you to find out how my brother Theo was killed." "I assume the police know about his death and are investigating it?" asked Cindy. "Yes, they know about it," confirmed Marjorie, "but they aren't doing a damn thing to investigate it." "Any reason why not?" asked Cindy. Marjorie sighed. "I loved my brother, but things went south for him and he fell in with a bad crowd. When he died, he was not the baby brother I loved growing up. He was working as what you would call a thug or goon for one of the gangs. The police just said good riddance to bad garbage and washed their hands of his death." "I don't mean to sound unsympathetic," said Cindy, "but I'm a former cop myself and probably would have shared the cop's viewpoint on the death of some gang banger, what with the city being so full of them." Marjorie's eyes flashed briefly with anger and her grip tightened dangerously on the coffee mug, threatening to breakit, but Cindy could visibly see her fighting for control and counting to ten. "I appreciate your honesty," she finally got out. "It is just that I can't forget the little brother I used to know before he changed and I can't help but think there is more going on here than I am being told." "Such as?" asked Cindy trying to keep the skepticism out of her voice. "For starters, the coroner won't tell me what he died from," replied Marjorie. "Theo was found dead in an alley. If he had been shot or knived then why the mystery? It might have been drugs, but again why is that a secret? I didn't get the impression from the coroner that he was keeping me in the dark out of compassion, to spare my feelings." Cindy frowned. She knew the coroner, Dr. Frederic Worthington, and didn't have a very high opinion of the man. She knew her partner Nancy had suspected him of having at least taken payoffs from Bridge to help coverup some murders, but there had been nothing that incompetence couldn't also explain. Still, there seemed little profit in covering up anything to do with the death of a low level gang member. [Author's Note: See Delta City PI #21 for Nancy's encounter with Dr. Worthington] "Tell me more about what happened to your brother," said Cindy settling back in her chair to listen. "You said he changed? How? What can you tellme about what got him mixed up in the wrong company?" "A lot of my story reads like the stereotype of a poor black family," sighed Marjorie. "I never knew my father. He was gone before I could have any memories of him. My mother did her best, but she didn't have even her highschool education. Jobs weren't easy to find and she made ends more or less meet by hooking. I won't bore you with the horrible details, but she died from AIDS when I was 16 and Theo was 14. I know there is medication to treat it, but that costs money and the pimps in this city don't leave their girls with much. You might ask how I know that and likely you will look into my story if you take my case, so I might as well be up front about things. I did my share of whoring after mama died to pay the bills. I only got out of that world a year or so ago after a john beat the crap out of me. I found a job cleaning offices. The pay isn't great, but I can look myself in the mirror again and it is a hell of a lot less dangerous." "I appreciate your honesty," said Cindy. "I also salute you for getting out of that deadly game. Pleas tell me about Theo now. Is there any chance he was killed by your pimp in revenge for you leaving the business?" Marjorie shook her head. "No, the bastard didn't like me quitting, but he got busted and is still in jail. I guess he didn't have enough money to bribe a judge. If it had been a revenge thing though, they wouldn't have been trying to cover up anything about his death. They would have been sure to let me know who did it and why." "That makes sense," agreed Cindy. "I said Theo was two years younger than me," continued Marjorie. "I looked after him when mama died. He didn't like my whoring, but he knew I didn't have much choice. He was an excellent athlete and I made him stay in school. He got a university football scholarship at a midwestern school. He was a starter in his sophomore year and was headed towards being anAll-American at linebacker in his junior year when he blew out a knee. It healed eventually and he could walk on it and even run a bit, but it finished him for football. I think he could have made it inthe NFL and losing that dream crushed him and sent him into depression. It wasn't like he could even fall back on his education since he never finished his degree and most of his class credits were the kind that only jocks got. Hell, he never attended a single class in some courses." "That led him into falling in with a gang?" asked Cindy. "Yeah," agreed Marjorie. "Theo was a big guy. Six foot two and 230 pounds of muscle. The gangs can always use someone that size. I was still walking the streets when he joined and that's probably one reason he wouldn't listen to me when I told him to get out of that gang. He got real mean with me. He never hit me, but he called me every vile name he could think of and would send his friends in the gang over to hire me. I just had to get out of that nightmare." "Ok, I will poke around a bit and see what I can find out," said Cindy. "I have to warn you that you might learn some things you would rather not know." Marjorie gave a small smile. "I am not stupid despite the dubious nature of some of my choices in life, so I figured there was a good chance of that happening. I think it's even a trope in mystery novels with the hard boiled PI." * * * The Delta City morgue was located near its best customer, the Delta City PD building, so as a former cop, Cindy was all too familiar with it though Christine looked decideably more nervous as they went in the front doors. "They won't be doing an autopsy will they?" asked Christine with an all too vivid memory of the opening credit scene from Quincey. "Could be," replied Cindy who couldn't resist tweaking the blonde a bit. Christine just gulped and said nothing more. Dr. Worthington was a tall, bald, skinny - almost skeletally so man with bony features and just as an unpleasant personality as Cindy remembered. "None of your damn business," he snapped when Cindy had told him why they had come to see him. He wasn't any more helpful even when Cindy showed him the letter of authorization she had gotten from Marjorie. "Ok, this looks like a job for an Aphrodite," said Christine as she pushed Cindy out into the hallway and closed Worthington's office door with her boss on the other side. "What?" asked Worthington. "Does that mean you are going to try and beat the information out of me?" "Well we can if you are into that kind of thing and we can agree on a safe word," replied Christine. "Actually I was thinking of something else though." With a smile, she began to unbutton her blouse while the coroner's eyes began to bug out of their sockets as more and more of her breasts appeared. The short haired blonde dropped her blouse on the flor and stood there playing with her large breasts for several seconds before pushing the still standing Worthington back into his chair and kneeling down in front of him. Her nimble fingers quickly opened up his pants and pulled his cock into the open. "Not bad," said Christine as she ran her tongue around the head. "I won't tell you anything, no matter what you do to me!" said Dr. Worthington, trying to put conviction into his voice. "Wanna bet?" asked Christine and her mouth engulfed his cock. * * * Cindy was leaning against the wall opposite the office door when it opened and Christine stepped out, doing up the buttons on her blouse. The red haired detective glanced into the office where Worthington sat slumped in his office chair looking almost catatonic. "His cock exploded," said Christine. "Yeah, I kind of figured that from the noise he made," replied Cindy. "I didn't mean his," corrected Christine gesturing back at the coroner. "I meant Theo's. According to Dr. Doolittle there, Theo had a fourteen inch sausage between his legs, but it blowed up real good. It ruptured or something and that is what killed him." "That's a new one on me," said Cindy. "So natural causes afterall?" Christine shook her head. "He is sure the dick wasn't natural, but the result of some type of genetic manipulation. It was the third such death in the last year." Cindy whistled. "One is an anomaly, two is a coincidence and three is a pattern. I have to wonder why the police aren't looking into this more seriously. Even if the other two were gang bangers like Theo, it still amounts to a serial killer level event which is the kind of thing the press like to take and run with." "That depends on if the police, press and public are told about it," said Christine. "A voice on the phone told Worthless to hush things up. He marked the death certificates with 'unknown cause' and filed them" "For a price I presume?" grunted Cindy. "Yeah, he wouldn't say how much and I figured I had pumped him for all I was going to get out of him," smirked Christine. "He found envelopes with cash left on his desk and he swears he doesn't know who it was on the phone other than it was a man." "Ok, good work," said Cindy. "It was a tasty job, but someone had to do it," said Christine. "Where does that get us though?" "Well normally if someone is doing freaky genetic stuff then I would go looking for Dragon Queen," replied Cindy thoughtfuly. "This doesn't seem like her though. She is into rape plants and freaky mutants with huge cocks. Besides, she is still locked up in MaxHold prison waiting trial. Let's go talk to someone who is tuned into what is going on in the nastier parts of the city." * * * Cyril relaxed against the back of the booth, his arms stretched out along the top of the seat as he regarded the two women sitting on the opposite bench. "What makes you think I would know anything that can help you? It has been almost a year since the Pussycat Club burned down and I took over sanctury. I've left all that kind of crap behind me." "That doesn't mean you have forgotten everything you knew before Sanctuary," pointed out Cindy. "And I rather suspect you hear all kinds of things still from people in here." Cyril sighed. "Sometimes I miss the old days when I would have extorted at least a blowjob out of someone for that kind of information." For a few seconds, Cyril's eyes became unfocussed as if reliving a pleasant memory, but then he gave his head a shake and leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table. "I think the guy you want is Dr. Eric Nathanial Larger which I swear is his real name. He is an older white guy, about sixty. The rumour is he was actually one of Dragon Queen's teachers. I don't know if that part is true, but she didn't learn freaky genetics from a box of cereal." "Do you know where we can find him?" asked Cindy. "That much is simple," smiled Cyril. "He is in the phonebook or you can Google him. He has a clinic over on 73rd street. He does some legitimate work which helps him to launder any under the table work he does. The legitimate work is mostly cosmetic surgery like boob jobs for the rich and want to be famous. The illegal work includes helping those with enough money to change their appearance to avoid the police." "Thanks," replied Cindy. "You might just get that blowjob for your help if this pans out." "It's not required, but I wouldn't turn it down," said Cyril with another grin. * * * "So, what now?" asked Christine as she sat beside Cindy in her office as they looked at Dr. Larger's web site on the computer monitor. "I think it is time for some undercover work," replied Cindy as she studied the screen. "Oh goodie, I love undercover work," enthused Christine. "I meant detective type undercover work," said Cindy. "Oh that isn't as much fun as what I was thinking," said Christine, "but I am sure I'll be great at it. It will be a nice change from playing Ms. Patriot." Cindy looked at the large mounds in Christine's blouse and gave her head a shake. "I doubt anyone with half a brain cell would believe you needed any cosmetic surgery when you have a body like yours." "You say the nicest things," purred Christine and she wrapped her arms around her boss and kissed her hard on the lips. "Jeez, don't you Aphrodites ever get enough?" asked Cindy a few minutes later when they came up for air and Christine had removed her tongue from Cindy's mouth so she could talk again. "Nope," replied Christine. "It's too late in the day to go see this Dr. Larger, so we might as well have some recreation time." With that, Christine picked Cindy up with no effort out of her chair and laid her back on the top of the desk, knocking some papers to the floor in the process. Before Cindy could mount a protest, assuming she even wanted to, Christine had her jeans unsnapped and pulled down to her ankles along with her panties. "I still have the taste of Worthington's cum in my mouth and this should help get rid of it," said Christine as she lowered her mouth onto Cindy's pussy. "I thought you said he was tasty," moaned Cindy as she felt Christine's warm tongue start to probe into her slit. "Well he was sort of a double cheeseburger and you are filet mignon," replied Christine as her words became muffled and her tongue pushed deeper intoCindy's pussy. "I do like double cheese burgers, but sometimes I prefer steak," said Christine pausing in her licking for a moment to look up at her red haired boss with a glistening face. "What can I say, but eat away," moaned Cindy as she pulled her top over her head, tossed it on the floor and began to play with her C cup breasts. "I thought you would see it my way," replied Christine and sucked Cindy's hard clit between her lips. "It is the end of the month and your rent is due," said Abigail Stearns, the building manager as she strode unannounced into the office and stopped dead, gaping at the sight in front of her. "Damn, we forgot to lock the door again," moaned Cindy as she pulled Christine's blonde head tighter against her pussy. "The cheque is on the desk in the outer office," said Cindy looking at the buildig manager. "I was going to drop it off on my way out, so now either get lost or get naked and join us Gabby." Cindy gave a small chuckle as the woman, affronted by the use of her hated nickname and the debauchery she was witnesssing, turned abruptly on her heel and left after giving a loud snort of disapproval. * * * "The doctor will see you now Ms. Evil," said the buxom Asian in the white starched nurse's uniform. Cindy put down the two year old issue of Psychology Today she had been pretending to read, stood up and after a brief touch to make sure her brunette wig was firmly in place moved to follow the nurse through a door. Christine followed her boss and just barely missed banging her face on the doorjamb thanks to the sunglasses she was wearing. "Ms. Simmons is my body guard," said Cindy when the nurse looked a question at the blonde following them. "I never go anywhere without her." "That must make life interesting at times," replied the nurse who didn't voice any further objections as she led them down a hall to an examining room. "Take the damn sunglasses off," hissed Cindy under her breath to Christine. "I can't do that," responded Christine. "They are part of my bodyguard disguise." Cindy was feeling like they were one stooge short of the proper number. She had considered several approaches to investigating Dr. Larger, including just breaking into his clinic after hours, but had eventually decided on her current approach. She had wanted to come alone, but Christine had insisted on coming with her as her bodyguard. Unfortunately, Christine had read too many thriller novels in her spare time as a librarian. That had resulted in a "disguise" that consisted of a too short black, pencil skirt, a white, stretchy top covered by a black blazer and for some god forsaken reason a pair of calf high boots with six inch heels and a pair of sunglasses so dark they could be used to stare at a total eclipse with no danger. Cindy had to almost guide her across the lobby to the elevator so she didn't run into anyone or anything. There was even an armpit bulge under the blazer that was plainly visible, but Cindy had put her foot down and refused to loan Christine her gun to complete the outfit. The blonde had never touched a gun in her life and there was no way she was going to trust her with one on this job so they had stopped at a dollar store and a toy cap gun was now strapped firmly in place. The nurse left them alone in the small examining room and closed the door on her way out. Cindy perched on the edge of the examining table, while Christine stood beside her trying to look menacing. A few minutes later, the door opened and a distinguished looking man in a white lab coat entered and offered his hand. "Good afternoon Ms. ... Evil," he paused at the name like someone who was sure they were pronouncing a name wrong, but was doing their best to get it right. "er, that is an unusual name if you don't mind me saying so." "It is a traditional family name from the old country," replied Cindy. "I am told it has amusing conotations here in America." Cindy's nom de plume had been another of Christine's ideas that she hadn't been able to overrule. In the end, she had decided it didn't really matter. At worst, the doctor would think them to be clumsy bumblers. "Er yes," said Dr. Larger. "What can I do for you then today Ms. Evil?" Like the nurse, he shot a hesitant glance at Christine. "Ms. Simmons is my bodyguard," repeated Cindy. "I have many enemies in my line of business, so I don't go anywhere without her." "And what is your line of business?" asked Dr. Larger. "Let us just say it is moving goods from point A to point B without outside interference," said Cindy. The private detective was sure she saw a quick flash of understanding cross the doctor's face, but his visage was quickly professionally blank. "I'm afraid I don't understand," said Dr. Larger, "but that is irrelevant. I was working under the assumption you wanted some form of cosmetic surgery?" "I was thinking of getting a boob job," replied Cindy, "but that isn't my main reason for coming to see you." "I'm afraid, I still don't understand," said Dr. Larger. "I was told you could provide other services," hinted Cindy. "I am afraid you have been misinformed," said Larger sounding a combination of annoyed and puzzled. "Let me be a bit blunter," said Cindy. "I am setting up a branch of my business here in Delta City. I will be needing to hire a sizable security force to protect it and that will likely bring my operation into conflict with the super bimbos who infest Delta City. My understanding is those sluts can be tamed by males with the appropriate equipment or to be even blunter, cocks large enough to fuck their few remaining brains out. I was told you could provide such equipment for a price, say ten grand per man." "I see," said Dr. Larger. "May I ask who has told you this rather ludicrous and fantastic tale?" "The name of my source doesn't matter," countered Cindy. "She doesn't want her name known since being known for knowing things can be dangerous to one's health. You can be assured I am not with the authorities since if I new enough to find you then I would have come calling with a search warrant and probably a SWAT team. I am also not affiliated with the super bimbos since their idea of subtle is crashing through doors instead of walls." Cindy knew there were a mmillion logical holes in what she said, but she was hoping the man's greed would keep him from seeing them. Seeing him still hesitate, she played her last card. "Well, never mind. I seem to have been misinformed. I will have to try and contact Dragon Queen or Professor Pervo to satisfy my needs." She hopped down from the table and headed for the door. Her hand was on the doorknob when Larger spoke. "Come to my office and we can talk more comfortably there." Cindy stepped aside and then followed him down the hall to a large office at the end, furnished with adesk and chairs by the window and a large couch and matching chairs in a conversation group to one side. Larger crossed to his desk and pressed a hidden button. "That scrambles any bug, so we can talk with complete privacy." He gestured towards the sofa and chairs. "Please make yourselves comfortable." "I take it that you no longer find my proposal so ludicrous?" asked Cindy. Larger sat down in one of the chairs. "Let's just say that hypothetically I am willing to listen in more detail to what you are proposing." "Fair enough," replied Cindy as she took another chair and Christine remained standing behind her trying her best to project her bulldog bodyguard identity. "Do you really need her here as a bodyguard?" asked Larger nodding at Christine. Cindy started to reply, but Christine made a growling sound without any words that startled Larger. "Never mind then," he said waving a hand dismissively, apparently deciding not to bother the psycho bitch. "Dragon Queen and Pervo are of course talented," he said settling back in his chair again, "but I am a specialist in the area you are interested in." "It does seem like a field that would require specialization," agreed Cindy. "How did you ever get started in such a fascinating endeavor?" "Like most things in a capitalist society, it is the law of supply and demand," replied Larger. "In order to tame an Aphrodite," and here he glanced again at Christine or more specifically her boobs, "you need a lot of cock. An average five or six incher just isn't up for the job if you pardon the pun. "Dragon Queen can accomplish the breaking and taming of the heroines using her monsters, but what can your average pimp or mob boss do to match that?" "Which is where you come in," said Cindy. "Precisely," agreed Larger. "I started with some Adonis male DNA and developed a procedure to mega enhance penis size. Some of my clients go to ridiculous lengths and again pardon the pun, of two feet or more." Cindy gave her head a shake. "I don't understand some of this. Monster cocks like that are insane. No normal woman can handle them. I don't know how even an Aphrodite can without her insides being ripped to shreds." Larger nodded. "My mega cocks will seriously damage or even kill a normal female. With Aphrodites, it is partly their healing factor, but that can't explain the apparent violation of the laws of physics. I have been studying it in the hopes of figuring it out, but so far it is a mystery as to how an Aphrodite can take a two foot cock in any opening and survive. Some have postulated a solution using things like quanta and bubble universes, but they might just be blowing smoe out of their asses." "Do you get many jobs to enhance cock size?" asked Cindy. "Quite a few," replied Larger. "Some of it is peer pressure. One guy in a gang gets a fourteen inch cock and then the others feel they need to get one to measure up so to speak. Guys aren't supposed to peek at another guy's junk when standing beside him at the urinals, but sometimes they do and they start to feel inadequate. The peckig order in gangs in Delta City is often largely based on cock size, so that is why you end up with whole gangs with ridiculously well over average cocks." "Do you ever have any failures?" asked Cindy. "Now and then," admitted Larger. "But they are only henchmen, thugs who are a dime a dozen and easily replaced. Perhaps you would like to see some samples of my work?" "Sure," replied Cindy thinking the man was going to pull out some bizarre sample book or the world's weirdest PowerPoint presentation. Instead, he pressed another button and the nurse came back in along with a blac man also in the white uniform of a nurse or orderly. Please show these ladies your enhancements," instructed Larger. Before Cindy could think, let alone say anything, the female nurse lifted up her skirt to show a massive cock dangling between her legs. The male dropped his white pants and began to stroke his semi hard cock which looked even bigger than the woman's. "As you can see," said Larger. "I can induce a large cock even in females using my procedure. It is not everyone's cup of tea of course, but it is still quite popular with some female villains. Mimi and Judd, please demonstrate on Ms. Evil's bodyguard just how effective your modifications are." This caught Cindy totally off guard and before she could say anything, Mimi and Judd were leading a protesting Christine over to the couch and starting to strip her. To be accurate, Christine wasn't protesting very strongly as she looked at those two massive cocks bobbing up and down. In no time at all, the blonde was naked and on her hands and knees with Mimi's huge schlong in her mouth and Judd deep in her pussy. "As you can see, their cocks are fully functional and quite capable of handling an Aphrodite," said Larger as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his own cock to start stroking it as he watched Christine taking Mimi's entire length down her throat. "There is no way she should be able to get that entire thing in her mouth without damaging her throat and lungs," said the doctor, "but seeing is believing." Cindy wasn't believing what she was seeing, but not for the reasons Larger had given. She sat there stunned watching the blonde's huge globes swinging back and forth wildly as she took well over two feet of total cock in her while the room filled with the rhythmic slap of naked flesh on naked flesh and small gagging sounds. Larger smiled when he saw Cindy staring at the view of Christine getting spit roasted. "Very stimulating isn't it?" Cindy switched her gaze to Larger's cock and was surprised to see it wasn't grossly augmented at only nine inches or so. "It gives me more options," said Larger with a grin. "It is big enough to handle an Aphrodite without making it impossible for normals. Want to give it a try?" Cindy found herself nodding and standing up to start removing her clothing before her brain caught up to what her body was doing. She wasn't an Aphrodite like Christine, but the sight of the threesome, combined with the abundance of pheromones given off by an aroused Aphrodite and Larger's dribbling cock had her lust on overdrive. Besides, she still needed to collect more evidence, she told herself. Larger had his pants off by the time she got to him and climbed onto his lap facing him. She lowered her dripping pussy onto his cock and sighed with pleasure as she felt it slip inside her deeper and deeper. The chair squeaked as she began to ride up and down on Larger's cock. He was right, it was just the right size to satisfy a normal woman like herself as it filled her so wonderfully. There was a loud gulping sound coming from Christine and when Cindy glanced over that way, she saw cum trickling out the corners of the blonde's mouth as Mimi had obviously unloaded in her mouth. A moment later Judd gave a loud grunt and began to pump his load deep inside Christine's pussy. "Ahhh as you can see," gasped Larger as he cupped Cindy's ass with his hands and helped her ride his cock, "my enhanced cocks and associated balls produce significantly more than the average amount of cum. The exact amount is an adjustable parameter that can be selected by the customer." "I think I still want some first hand experience about that,"moaned Cindy as she squeezed her pussy tighter about Larger's cock. "Definitely my pleasure," managed Larger as he felt his balls begin to tingle and then he was blasting his spunk into the woman on his lap. Cum was dripping from Christine's mouth and pussy when Mimi and Judd pulled out and switched positions with their cocks still very hard. The blonde Aphrodite didn't even hesitate as she gulped down Judd's cock, coated with a mixture of his cum and her own juices. More cum squirted from her pussy when Mimi slammed her she dick in to the hilt. * * * Marjorie King was sitting once again in the guest chair in Cindy's office and reading the report the private eye had given her, though some of the more sensitive details had been omitted. After a couple more hours of the "demonstration" Cindy and Christine hadn't had much trouble trussing up Larger and his pair of assistants. By herself, Christine might have been in trouble and in danger of being tamed from the fucking, but for once being normal was a definite advantage and Cindy was able to snap her out of her near catatonic state of sexual arousal. They had made an anonymous phone call to the police and Larger's files had provided more than enough evidence to charge him. Even if he somehow got off on the counts related to the genetic manipulation, the feds were quite interested in his tax filings and the amount of under the table money he hadn't claimed. "I can't begin to thank the two of you enough," said Marjorie putting the report down on the desk top. "It was to quote someone, our pleasure," replied Cindy and she and Christine exchanged smiles. Marjorie nodded and pulled four fifties out of her purse. "It isn't much, but I promise to pay more when I can." "That won't be necessary," Cindy told her as she took the offered money. "As far as I am concerned, we are good now." Marjorie nodded and stood up then hesitated. ""I couldn't help but notice you both were into girls the last time I was here. I don't suppose you would like a little dark meat to go with all that white meat of yours? You could call it a small bonus for a job well done." As she spoke, her fingers already were busy with the buttons on her blouse and by the time she was done, her dark chocolate boobs were fully on display and her black nipples hard. Cindy and Christine exchanged another brief look and then their eyes returned to those large dark orbs for a moment before starting to pull their clothes off. * * * Marjorie was on her back on the desk, now totally naked with Cindy's pussy covering her face and Christine between her legs licking her clit when there was the sound of a knock on the office door and a startled gasp. "Oh damn, we forgot to lock the door again," moaned Cindy. The End