PLAYING FOR KEEPS

Part 5

By

FLEXMAN

This story was inspired by Blacknite13 excellent story “Turning The Tables.” In my humble option, it’s the best story he’s ever written. It’s very creative because he thought outside the box and redesigned Mr. X’s characters. I also liked his main character detective Mick Stone. My story is not as good as his, but I hope it entertains.

These characters, with the exception of Nick Powell, belong to Nightwing 316. Brenda Wade belongs to Mr. X. This is a not for profit story. No one under the age of 18 should read it. Send all comments to Flexman3@hotmail.com.

“Brenda, what a surprise; what brings you to Star City?” Victoria Chaste asks as Brenda Wade walks in to her office. She comes around her desk and both women embrace. “Business or pleasure?”

“Business, I’m afraid,” Brenda replies. “I have something I need to discuss with you.”

“You have a legal problem I can help you with?”

“No, it’s about your daughter.”

“Tiffany?”

“A European competitor stole the specs for our new MP3 player and beat us to the market with a better model. Naturally, we hired a detective firm to look in to it. It seems one of my VPs got the plans for them.”

“What does this have to do with Tiffany?”

“The VP was blackmailed in to getting the plans for them. We believe that the blackmail took place in the Regency Hotel, where she was staying at the time. My detective discovered that on that night your daughter was attacked in the parking lot.”

“What! By whom?”

“We don’t know; an unknown assailant, but don’t worry, nothing happened to her. For once, a man did the right thing and intervened. He rescued her before anything could happen.”

Victoria stands up. “My God, why am I only hearing about this now? Tiffany never said anything. When did this happen?”

“Last year on June 3rd. I’m here because we have reason to believe that the man who helped Tiffany may be a witness to what happen to my VP. We feel he may have information that can help us. I need Tiffany to give me his name.”

“This is unbelievable.”

“I was hoping that you and I can speak to Tiffany together about this, convince her to give us the man’s name. When my detective spoke to her she lied; she gave him an obvious false name.”

“You had my daughter questioned?”

“No, of course not; my detective was following his leads and it led to her. He decided on his own to speak to her. I had no idea at the time, I only found out about this yesterday. He wanted to speak to her again, when we discovered she lied, but I ordered him not to. I came here to talk to you instead.”

“I can’t believe this. Why wouldn’t Tiffany tell me about this? I could have found out who attacked her. That man could be out there right now attacking other women.”

“I can understand why Tiffany would lie to my detective; she wants to protect the man who helped her. Loyalty is an admirable thing, but I really need to know who he is.”

“Listen Brenda, I’ll most definitely have a word with Tiffany, but I’ll speak to my daughter alone about this. There are many things I wish to say to her best said in private, but I will find out about this man for you. Are there any other details I should know before I speak to her?”

“Yes, we know he drove her home afterward and we have a description of him.” Brenda pulls her laptop from her bag and opens it up. “He’s a white male Caucasian, mid to late thirties, a little over six feet, weighs about two ten. He has light brown hair, cut very short, no facial hair or known scars. According to my detective, he’s very well built, broad shouldered, no protruding waist line, very muscular.”

Brenda looks up from the screen and sees Victoria staring at her with a shocked look on her face.

“What’s wrong Victoria?”

“Ah, nothing; I’m just listening. When did you say this took place?”

“On June 3rd. Victoria, you looked shocked, do you know this man?”

“No, no, doesn’t sound familiar, it’s just this whole thing is shocking. I will definitely speak with Tiffany. Are you staying overnight?”

“Yes, I thought I’d drop by on Jessica and Samantha.”

“Good, Tiffany is away on a class trip, she’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. I’ll call you afterwards. Oh and Brenda, I’d appreciate if you didn’t mention Tiffany’s ordeal to anyone else. I’d hate for her to be embarrassed.”

“Of course, Victoria; I’ll wait to hear from you.”

Delta City

I’m walking through a street fair near the waterfront. It’s a typical fair, most cities have them; stands with people selling their arts and crafts, booths for local merchants, food stands and even some rides for the kiddies. Problem is that Delta City is not your typical city, along with the usual fair stands; the pushers are out selling their products too. They deal right out of the side alleys. The hookers are also here. Kid Rotten, King Pimp and Mistress Tabitha all have their girls out in force. The motels near by are probably doing real well, and still the people come out here, with their families. Are they just so use to it that they’ve learn to live with it? Ignore it even? Who knows? The cops are here and they don’t see a thing. They’ve all been paid off. Well, what do you expect? Delta City has the lowest paid police force in the country. Not surprisingly, it also has one of the most corrupt. It’s like this sewer of a city wants something for nothing, a police force without having to pay for it and their getting exactly what they paying for. Being underpaid is a big reason cops start taking payoffs. They get paid so little that pretty soon every time they go to a mall the only thing they see is the things they and their families can’t afford.

Every year the police chief in this town, Borden, goes in front of the city council to get a substantial pay increase and every year he gets turned down flat. He’s lucky if he gets his people a cost of living increase. It not only makes it harder for him to keep his force honest, it makes him look bad, like he’s powerless to get his people what they needs. Naturally, the pushers, pimps and mob bosses are all waiting in the wings with big wads of cash to make the cops feel like someone appreciates them. Part of the problem is a lot of Delta City’s most influential citizens are against the police. Every year people like Brenda Wade and the bitch that runs the local paper, radio and TV stations, Axanne Morgan, urge the city council not to give in to the police demands. In her editorials, Morgan writes the police are useless and corrupt and don’t deserve to get raises. It’s a bad cycle, keeping the cops poor makes them corrupt and because they are corrupt they should be kept poor. Go figure. These women are rich; their opinion carries weight. Even the local news bitch, Tanya O’Donnel, gets in to the act and puts in her two cents, saying she didn’t think the cops deserved anything.

Anyway, I came to this shit hole for a reason; to deal with Larry Beeks. For a PI, contacts are vital, and that’s my way in to Lynhurst Security. They have this ex cop working for them named Vince Masconi. Vince was a Delta City PD detective for twenty years. He didn’t just take payoffs; he went beyond that, he was mobbed up all the way. You couldn’t tell the difference between him and a wiseguy. He did more then just tip the mob off to any police operations against them, he did hits, moved narcotic and even took down scores and they never caught him. He retired after doing his twenty and got a pension. He retired from the force, not the mob. He got his PI license, got a job at Lynhurst Security and still does favors for his “friends.” We’ve done business before, we owe each other favors. I gave him a couple of C notes and he got me a copy of Beeks’ report to Wade Industries. After I went through it I realized something wasn’t quite right. There’s no way he could have found out that Tiffany was attacked and not know that Pete Kendrick was the one who attacked her. Now why would he keep that out of the report? In fact, he changed several facts around just to keep Pete’s name out, why? Hey, when in doubt, always follow the money. I remember Donner telling me that Kendrick’s old man was a big wheel in the financial district. I asked Vince if they had any clients name Kendrick, yes they did, a big one. Vince even got me a copy of a sealed file for a case they handled for him a year ago and that was the jackpot. As they say, you can’t serve two masters. I had Beeks, now it was just a matter of letting him know it.

It‘s Beeks’ day off and he’s here at the fair with his family. His wife is nothing to write home about, she’s not what you might call good looking. He has two kids, boy and girl, early teens. They’re wandering from booth to booth and just generally hanging out. I’m across the street watching them. It’s about five minutes before he notices I’m staring at him. At first he tries to ignore me, moves on, but I stay with him, keeping him in sight. Finally, he tells his family something and walks over; comes right up to me.

“Something you want?” he asks me.

“There are a lot of things I want, Larry. Question is what are you willing to give me?”

He stares at me hard. He’s trying to place me, but we’ve never met so he’s not going to have any luck. “Where do I know you from?”

“If you had to give a physical description of me what would it be?”

He thinks about for a moment then his eyes go wide. “You! What do you want? If you’re here to threaten my family…..”

“Relax Larry; if I have a problem with a guy I don’t go see his family, I don’t go see his friends, I go see him.”

“Very noble, so what do you want?”

“You have a problem; you lied to a client. You kept Pete Kendrick’s name out of your report. You’re looking at losing your license, your job and getting sued.”

“How do you know what’s in my report?”

“Hey, one rule, don’t ask any stupid questions.”

“Well, it’s bullshit. Kendrick’s name wasn’t material to my case. I was hired to investigate a case of industrial espionage not date rape. Besides, Kendrick is a client and it’s privileged.”

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. You failed to disclose a clear conflict of interest to a client and in doing so withheld information about a crime. You should have excused yourself from the case. I know why you didn’t, Lyndhurst pressured you. They wanted to keep Kendrick happy and still keep Wade Industries’ business, but in doing so they left you out on a limb.”

“You’ll never make it stick.”

“You sure? They say in poker, a true pro plays the man not the cards. Look at who you’re dealing with, Brenda Wade. Above all else, she’s a hard core feminist. She finds out you covered up a potential rape and she’ll take it personal. She’ll sue big time. You really think Lyndhurst is going to back you up? They’ll claim they didn’t know what you were doing, make their own deal with Wade and cut you lose. You’ll be on your own. You’ll lose your license, you’re job and Wade will go after all your assets. Wade is a very vindictive bitch, look what she did to Stanton.”

He didn’t respond right away. For a moment he stares daggers at me, and then looks at his family across the street and back at me. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out. “So what’s the deal?” I didn’t answer. “Come on,” he says. “You didn’t come here just to rub it in, you want me to play ball. So back to the original question, what do you want?”

“You can start by telling me what you didn’t put in your report.”

“I told Wade that I can’t recommend putting anymore time or money in to this investigation; the investigation is at a stand still. No sales, Brenda Wade didn’t buy Tiffany Chaste’s dumb blond act. It seems she good friends with her mother, Victoria, who’s always going on about what a straight A student her daughter is.”

“So what’s she going to do about it?”

“She said she was going to go have a talk with Victoria Chaste and between the two of them get Tiffany to give them your name.”

Shit, I wasn’t worried so much about Tiffany giving me up as I was about Vicky putting it together. “Does Tiffany have your name, or does she really think its Steve MaGarrett,” Beeks asks.

“Let me worry about that. There’s one other thing I need you to do. I need you to let me know if Wade gets in touch with you again.”

“How do I get in touch with you?”

I hand him one of those cheap disposable cell phone. “This has one number programmed in to the memory. It’s to an answering service. Leave them a message and they will get it to me.”

“Who do I ask for, Steve MaGarrett or John Smith?”

“No, Dark One.”

“Who’s he?”

“A writer. The name John Smith is all ready being used by fifty three of their clients, I needed come up with an original name.”

Victoria Chaste was beside herself. She never told her. She never told Tiffany that she was Puritan. She’d gone to great lengths to protect her daughter from all this, she certainly never discussed any of the others heroines with her and even if she knew, Tiffany would never betray her. Yet, it can’t be a coincidence; her daughter is saved from a rapist by a man fitting Nick Powell’s description just two weeks before he starts blackmailing them. It had to be connected. What could have happen that night? How did Nick Powell find out their secret identities? She never asked herself that until this moment. What was she going to do now? Confront Tiffany and get at the truth? Tell Jessica and the rest of the Dusk To Dawn team? What about Brenda, she’s waiting for an answer. Victoria had bought herself some time; telling Brenda that Tiffany is away on a trip, but not much. Wait a minute, she had Tiffany followed that night; there nothing in the detective’s report about anything unusual, certainly no mention of an attempted rape. Who was she kidding? If anyone could manipulate and fix things it was Nick. Maybe he strong armed the detective in to keeping his mouth shut. Brenda says Nick could be a witness. Bullshit, if there was industrial espionage and blackmail going on, Nick Powell wouldn’t be witness, he’d be in the middle of it all. So what does she do? Tell Jessica and the rest? No, it wouldn’t solve anything. Nothing would change, Nick would still be able to blackmail them and they might hold it against Tiffany and her for getting them in this situation. She could give Brenda a phony name, make it sound convincing, there’s plenty of reasons to think Nick would not have given Tiffany his real name. She could sell it. What about Tiffany? Maybe Tiffany didn’t know, maybe she just said something that got Nick’s curiosity, he took it from there and found out the rest. That’s what she wanted to believe, it was better then believing her daughter betrayed her. She had to do something. Victoria rose from her desk and walked to the window overlooking the parking lot. What if she confided to Brenda? What if she told Brenda everything, about Nick and the blackmail, and asks for her help? What could she do? Strong arm Nick? If she has evidence against Nick for this espionage thing maybe she could use it as leverage to make him leave the rest of us alone. It’s worth a shot. She has to do something and she can’t think of anything else.

Jessica Armstrong looks up and saw Nick grinning at her. ‘What a prick’ she thought. He arrived at her office, locked the door and in less than three minutes she was naked on her knees in front of him, licking his hard, massive balls, and worse, she’s loving it. The bastard has her wrapped around his little finger and he knows it. Beyond the fact he’s blackmailing her and endangering her and her friends, she craves his powerful body. He knows exactly what she needs and has no problem giving it to her. Jessica, on the other hand, can’t deny him anything. She can’t lie to herself; she enjoys the way he fucks her like a rabid animal, bringing her to multiple orgasms every time. Did she love him? No, but she has intense feeling for him. He’s the kind of man she likes and she knows Nick could kick her ass. That’s important because Jessica could not respect a man she can beat up in a fight. Yet, she hates that he is blackmailing her and the other heroines. She hates she has no choice, he’s the one in complete control and that gnaws at her. Some times she wishes he would just fuck her and leave, but that feeling never lasts. The hours of cuddling after the sex are just as important to her as the sex itself.

He’s hot, his cock unusually big. She never liked sucking cock before. It made her feel inferior and she never wants to feel that way, but it was different with him. That big cock in her mouth makes her so hot; it drives her crazy with lust and, as much as she hates to admit it, she likes the way he tastes.

Jessica’s lips moves around the thick head of his cock. She was willing to stay on her knees for as long as it took, she’s in heaven. Her hands feel their way up his legs, as Jessica’s stretched mouth slowly moves down the length of his cock. She moans as she grips the base of his cock with both her hands while pushing her head down so that the thick cock touches the back of her throat. Her hands move down, coming to his fat balls and begins caressing them. She arches her back, her nipples rub against his legs, her cheeks are bloated and her lips stretched wide around his thick cock and it’s obvious to her he’s getting a lot of satisfaction just watching her head bob back and forth on his cock. It took a long while, he is strong enough to hold it in for a long while, but Jessica’s persistent and enthusiastic mouth finally has its effect on him and he blows.

In her fixation with Powell’s genitals, Jessica had forgotten something, something rather important. At the time Powell showed up for his unannounced visit, Jessica all ready had a visitor in her office; her heroine partner, Chloe Hamilton, A.K.A. Comet Girl. Chloe had picked this afternoon to visit Jessica about going on patrol tonight when Powell showed up. Jessica quickly ordered Chloe to hide in the closet, thinking she could get rid of Nick quickly. Then she got lost in the moment and forgot all about Chloe. While Jessica was busy on her knees, Chloe peered out the closet, watching the whole thing and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The woman she admired, even idolized, was naked on her knees, licking the balls and sucking the cock of this man like a ten dollar whore and she was obviously enjoying herself. In fact, she looked absolutely lost in lust. The man was powerfully built and certainly well endowed, but it all came as a shock to her any way. She always felt Solar Woman was above all that, but now she could see she’s obviously not. What was even more shocking to her was the way this man ordered her hero around and she did exactly what he told her to. She was so use to Solar Woman being in command and giving the orders, now to see her gladly taking orders without any resistance was unbelievable to Chloe. Who was this man? She’d never seen him before. How did he come to have such an effect on Solar Woman?

Once Solar Woman had downed every bit of this man’s cum and thoroughly clean his cock with her willing mouth, she went down on the floor, flat on her back, legs parted, before this man, who stood over her, looking down at her, looking so superior. Solar Woman made herself look as inviting as possible. After a moment, he went down on top of her, literally attacking her big tits. He took each tit in one of his hands, massaging and manipulating them, while engulfing first one nipple, then the other, with his mouth. This went on for a long time. At first, Solar Woman had a wicked smile on her face. Soon she closed her eyes and got lost in the sensation. She began moaning and making all kinds of weird sounds. Chloe heard her whisper, “Yes, yes Nick, that’s it,” and “Please don’t stop.” Her face became a tangled mess, Chloe couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it or in agony. Her nipples had inflated and peaking. They looked so solid, like they were chiseled in stone but about to burst. Who ever this Nick was he went from sucking on her tits to Solar Woman’s mouth and they kissed long and passionately. The man kept manhandling her tits while they kissed. When they finally broke it off, he began nibbling on her ear, then neck and back to her nipples. He was driving Solar Woman wild. The man’s mouth proceeded down from Solar Woman’s nipples to her waist and then her cunt, zeroing in on her all ready inflated clit, where his tongue and teeth began an assault on it. His fingers rubbed her labia lips. Solar Woman’s skin was flushed, her hands clinched and unclenched, her breathing heavy and her cunt was very wet. The man patiently worked his attack on her body. Finally he brought his cock to her entrance. Chloe got a look at his cock in all its glory. Before Solar Woman’s mouth partially obstructed it, but now it was hard again and Chloe couldn’t believe how big it was. She never imagined one could be so huge. He didn’t insert it in to Solar Woman, instead he just rub the tip along her opening, up and down, over and over again. The effect on Solar Woman was extreme; her breathing became even heavier, her moaning became louder and she began….begging.

“Please Nicky, put it in! All right, all right, I’m a hot, wet cunt and I need to be fucked! Come on Nicky, I’m begging you, please.”

Chloe was dumbstruck. This was a side of Solar Woman she had never seen nor even imagined. Her idol was actually begging for it. The whole situation would have been unimaginable; Solar Woman was acting like a complete wanton slut. She was completely given herself over to this man, whoever he was. It was an eye opening experience. She felt sad and disillusioned. Her hero wasn’t the woman she thought she was.

The man now shoved his cock in to her and began pumping away at her with a ferocity that amazed Chloe. What was even more amazing was the way Solar Woman writhed with pleasure at just his initial penetration and wide smile on her face. He pulled her long legs upward and pressed them until her knees were on his shoulders. Solar Woman’ bare feet were pointing straight up in the air, her eye glazed over, her inflated tits pointed toward the ceiling, hips bounced off the floor in rhythm with the man’s vicious thrusts and she kept repeating “Yes, oh yes!” over and over.

It was almost like watching Solar Woman go from a woman to a wild beast. His hands grasp her bouncing tits and sensitive nipples as he pumped away at her pussy. Solar Woman moaned and purred as she stroked the man’s head affectionately. The man had a conceited smile on his face; it was the look of victory, like she was his to do as he pleased and it seem to Chloe that she was. He kept referring to her as slut, cunt, or as his whore

As she watched in complete fascination, she suddenly realized the scene was having an effect on her; it made her hot and wet. Without realizing Chloe’s hand was between her legs masturbating. It wasn’t just the intense scene she was witnessing, or the magnificent body of the man, but it was Solar Woman’s behavior and subjugation that having an overwhelming effect on her. Seeing her hero brought down, exposed as a common slut and tamed, was making Chloe hornier than she had ever been or imagine she could be. Chloe enjoyed both men and women. She had had frequent recreational sex with Isabelle Caste for a while now and she did have sex with Solar Woman when they were both under the control of Vampyre Mistress, but this is different. Chloe couldn’t believe how excited the sight of Solar Woman’s humiliation made her. She was mesmerized at how Solar Woman took the man’s entire cock inside of her with no problem, her butt slapping against his huge balls. When Solar Woman had her killer orgasm, Chloe had one too. She struggled to keep it quiet, by muffing her mouth with an extra dress shirt Jessica Armstrong kept in her office closet. Even before Chloe recovered she again looked out the closet and couldn’t believe what she saw, the man withdrew his cock from a spent Solar Woman, but it was still hard and as erect as when it went in. He didn’t cum, Chloe quickly realized. He must be a machine; what power, what endurance. Solar Woman was still howling from her orgasm. The man turned her over on her stomach, lifted her hips up and shoved her legs under them. It had the effect of pointing Solar Woman’s ass up, making it an easy target. Chloe knew exactly what he was going to do next; ass fucker her. She knew Solar Woman was very sensitive there and obviously the man did too. He looked like he’d done this before. He spread some more of Solar Woman’s own cum on his penis and wasted no time thrusting it in her asshole. He started pumping her ass with more force then he used on her pussy. It didn’t take long for Solar Woman’s next orgasm, and she kept having them one after the other. Getting fucked in the ass had that effect on her, she lost control. Now that she thought about it that’s probably how he bought her down to this. Whenever Solar Woman would get captured and raped, she would always yell “Not my ass!” That’s because her ass is so sensitive that she loses control. For her to be this far gone, this Nick must have been doing her for some time now. Either way, a change had come over Chloe. After today, she will never look on Jessica Armstrong the same way again. Before she was her hero, role model, her idol; now she didn’t see her that way anymore. She had just seen her as weak, wanton, and desperate. It was a bitch growing up.

After a long while, Solar Woman literally passed out. She laid face down on the floor like a side of beef. The man kept pumping for a couple of minutes more then it looked like he finally shot his load in her ass. He pulled out, stood up and looked down at the unconscious and defeated Solar Woman. He had a smug, superior look on his face. He walked over to her desk and began going through it, what was on top and in each draw. He then walked to her files and went thought them. He pulled out several files and looked them over. On some he pulled out papers, walked them over to the copy machine and made copies of them. When done, he put the originals back in their respective files and put them back in the draws. When he was done with that he picked up his clothes and walked in to the mayor’s private bathroom. Chloe heard the shower come on. She walked out of the closet and stood over the prone body of Jessica Armstrong, right where the man was standing a few minutes earlier, and looked down at her. She picked up Jessica’s limp leg by her foot and let it drop. She picked up her head by her hair. She was actually drooling. Solar Woman was going to be out for a while. Pathetic thought Chloe; the great Solar Woman and mayor of Star City. What a chump she had been. That was over now. She went back to the closet and got her purse. She opened it and pulled something out. She kept it from the last time Solar Woman and she took down some scumbags. She was saving it for the next time when Isabelle and she were going to be together, but now it seemed that she found a more perfect occasion to use it.

I shower, towel myself dry and got dress. I walk out of the bathroom and I’m surprised at what I see. I figured Jessie would be awake by now, but she not. She’s still on floor where I left her. There’s this vibrating sound coming from where she is and I notice she’s sort of shaking, even having spasms a little and heard heavy moaning coming from her. Sitting in Jessie’s chair, with her feet up on her desk watching, is this girl. I put her age at around eighteen, white female Caucasian, about five-seven, maybe a hundred pounds even, blue eyes and short dark brown hair, cut short in a page boy. It takes me a minute but I recognize her, Chloe Hamilton, Comet Girl. I remember taking her picture twice and Tiffany identifying her. She smiles at me. I walk over to Jessie and see where the vibration noise is coming from. It’s coming from her ass; from where I’m standing I see one of the largest dildos I’ve ever seen sticking out of her ass. Just below, her cunt is gushing out cum like a raging river.

“It’s called the Rapemaster 2000,” Chloe says with an evil smile. “I took from a gang of jewel thieves we busted a couple of weeks ago. They had one just in case they ran in to some heroines. We got the drop on them and they never had a chance to use it. She never saw me put the thing in my pouch. I had plans for it, but I guess this is just as good.”

“What is?”

“Watching her lose it like this. I was here visiting when she heard you come in. She told me to go hide in the closet; I guess she figured she’d be able to get rid of you quickly. It didn’t work out that way. You know what’s funny? She got so lost in doing you that she actually forgot I was there. I watched the whole thing. You two put on a nice show.”

“I’m glad you liked it. Aren’t you supposed to be her friend and partner? Why are you enjoying her flopping around on the floor so much?”

Her smile grows larger. “You know what an epiphany is?”

“Yeah, believe it or not I did graduate from college.”

“Well, I had one in the closet as I was watching you two. When I walked in to this office I worshipped that woman,” she said pointing at Jessie with her toe. “She was my idol; I wanted to be exactly like her, a superior woman. She’s so successful, a respected heroine, the mayor of this city, admired by everyone, so in charge, so confident, but something happen to me while I was watching you two. I saw her for what she really is, just another common subservient slut. I saw her do whatever you ordered her to and like it, take your insults and demean herself, all for your pleasure. Not exactly something to aspire to, is it? I felt so……”

“Disillusioned?”

“Yeah, that and more. I can’t quite explain it.”

I smiled at her. “Let me help you out. You found out a hero is nothing more than just a long sandwich. Nobody is perfect; everyone has demons, everyone has weaknesses, and we all have to deal with them every single day. Some people deal with theirs better than others. You’re idol here is no different,” I said. “She likes sex, a lot, especially taking it up the ass where she’s so sensitive. Up to now, she controlled this weakness by completely denying herself; a tough way of handling it, if you ask me. Then I came along and I made her have sex, frequent sex. The controls were off, she’s hooked, can’t deny herself anymore; wants it, needs it.”

“So that’s the key to handling people? Find their weakness and use it to control them.”

“I’m sorry you had to learn that at eighteen.”

She shrugs. “That’s OK, I feel better knowing.”

“So what happens now? You’re going to quit being Comet Girl?”

“Oh no, I like the excitement and thrills. I think it’s so cool. It’s just going to be different. The way I look at things will be different.”

Before I could say something my cell phone goes off. I answered it.

“Mr. Gall, this is your answering service. We have a message for you from Mr. Beeks. He’d like you to call him as soon as possible.”

“Ok, thanks,” I answered. I pocketed my phone and look at Chloe. “I got to go.”

Chloe gets up from Jessie’s chair. She walks over to her; turn’s off the Rapemaster and pulls it out of Jessie’s ass. It takes a second for Jessie stop and settles down. Then Chloe does something weird, she open’s Jessie’s mouth and uses her tongue to wipe the big dildo clean. She then puts it back in her purse. She looks at me.

“I don’t suppose you’d be interested in fucking me?”

“Sorry, don’t get me wrong, you’re very attractive and you have an eminently fuckable body, but I’ve spent my life trying to avoid doing careless and stupid things and fucking the eighteen year old daughter of the police chief qualifies as both.”

“What a shame. Anyway, according to her calendar, she has a meeting in about an hour and a half. I’ll drag her in to the shower, get her cleaned up and ready for that meeting. I’ll tell her you got an urgent phone call and had to leave. I say you never saw me and I came out of the closet after you left.”

“That’s good. Glad to have finally met you.”

“Same here,” she answered. “It was a life altering experience.”

I leave.

After Powell left, Chloe was alone in the office with Solar Woman. She reaches in to her purse and pulls out her cell phone. It has a built in camera.

“Yeah, I’ll clean you up, Solar Slut. I’ll clean you up after I collect some photos for my new album.” She then spends the next thirty minutes snapping pictures of the completely nude, unconscious Jessica Armstrong. She poses her around in different embarrassing poses that display every aspect of her exposed anatomy. Chloe gets so heated at the humiliation of Jessica Armstrong that when she can no longer stand it, removes her pants and underwear and masturbates. She cums all over Jessica’s prone body; then takes some final pictures of Jessica with streams of cum all over her face, hair and breasts. When she’s done, she drags Jessica to the shower and turns on the water.

I wait until I get inside my car before calling Beeks.

“What do you got?”

“Brenda Wade called me an hour ago. She wants me to check out a Star City PI named Nick Powell. She’s especially interested in where she can find him.”

I sit there wondering which one talked, Tiffany or Vicky. No matter, the situation is manageable.

“Ok Beeks go ahead and check this guy out for her, but two things I want you to tell her. First, there’s no point in looking for this Powell at his office. Tell her he’s rarely there, it’s just a mail drop and message center. The second, I’ll give you the address I want you to use as his home.” I gave him the address. “You got it?”

“Yeah, I told her I’d get back to her tomorrow.”

“Ok, that’s fine.”

TO BE CONTINUED