Delta City PI #9
by Deanna Troi

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 other Delta City heroines are the property of Mr. X.  Witchfire is the property of Silkcords.  Nancy and the other characters in this story are my creation.  Feel free to use Nancy and my other characters in your own stories as long as you keep their character in line with what is shown in these stories.  You can send any feedback to

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Nancy was wishing she hadn't seen that newspaper clipping before going to bed.  As tired as she was, it took a long time for her to fall asleep as her mind raced with possibilities and no answers.  Was the dead woman this universe's version of herself?  Could the woman be a clone?  Could she be an identical twin sister that she didn't know about?  Could it even be her through some stupid science fiction time travel thing?

The biggest problem was that she knew so little about her own past and origins that she could imagine any of these scenarios to be plausible.  Nancy had only been partly joking when she had told Leona Brown that her mother was a test tube and her father an eyedropper or something a bit more scientifically accurate.  The detective had no memories of growing up, no memories of parents.  Nancy was almost sure she had been genetically designed to be who and what she was, but she didn't really know by who if that was true.  She had no clue when it came right down to it about who her employers were.  Perhaps they had created more than one "Nancy" and a previous version had been sent here and died here.  Maybe she was just an expendable pawn who could be manufactured in quantity and sent off to fight the good fight.  If one Nancy died, thenthey could always send others.

The sun was coming up before Nancy finally drifted off to sleep.  She woke in early afternoon and pulled the cold pizza leftover from supper last night out of the fridge and ate that for a late breakfast / lunch while she fired up her laptop.  Luckily for her, the restaurant had free wi-fi that she could tap into and Nancy began to try and search for more information on the dead woman.  It was Saturday and she didn't normally go to her office on Saturday's, so the detective spent the afternoon in a mostly fruitless search.

There had been few details in the newspaper article.  The woman had not been identified and no one seemed to know who she was or how she ended up on the beach.  There had been no wounds on the body to show how she had died.  No autopsy had been performed since that would have cost the city money and they weren't going to spend that on a nameless person of no importance.  The article had indicated that the woman seemed to have had sexual intercourse not long before she died though that was hardly shocking when it came to the lives and now deaths of Delta City heroines.  Nancy considered calling Brenda Wade, but shied away from that for now.  It seemed likely that Ms. Wade didn't know anything more or she would have included a note in the envelope.  Maybe the alter ego of Ms. Americana wanted the death of the unknown heroine investigated and avenged if it so required.  Brenda had very correctly guessed that Nancy would share that goal.

Around supper time, Judy Wong had knocked on her apartment door,given her the by now friendly boob grope and asked if she would help her with deliveries.  Nancy was glad to have something to do and to take her mind off the mystery of her dead look-alike and readily agreed.  The whole Wongfamily pitched in when it came to the restaurant and Nancy felt an unfamiliar warmth at being included in the family work.  Nothing unusual or sinister happened in the three hours Nancy and Judy spent delivering pizzas.  Judy talked about wanting to be an artist and showed Nancy some of her sketches.    The PI was no art expert, but she thought the girl had definite talent and told her so.  Judy had thanked her, but said with a trace of sadness that they didn't have the money to send her to university and that likely she would just continue on in the family restaurant business.

Choosing a career and working towards it seemed like another of those alien concepts to Nancy.  Her career and life had been chosen for her and was not something she had any say over.  Not that her job displeased her.  It seemed that she was designed for this job and it fit her personality and talents.  But that just brought her back to her unknown past and the possibility that she was in fact designed for her role in life.

After dropping Judy off, Nancy decided to go to the Pussycat Club.  Partly she wanted to see how things were going there after last night's murder , partly she wanted to check in with Maria and partly she wanted to show the article to Cyril and see if he knew anything about the story.  Cyral often heard things that never came to the notice of the media or the police.

Nancy dressed in her hooker / stripper costume though she supposed there was no real reason to do so anymore.  She had originally worn it to the PUssycat, so people wouldn't know Cyril was talking to a private cop, but that little secret was rather blown wide open between her television performance and her well advertised striptease last night.  To be more accurate, most of the city seemed to think she was a prostitute / stripper who might do a bit of private eye work when she wasn't spreading her legs.  Frank, Trudy and the strippers at the club seemed to accept her now as one of their own after last night and weren't worried about her detective status.  Nancy knew her reputation in Delta City was now rather a sordid one.  While the Delta City heroines were often considered to be little more than big boobed bimbos, their most humiliating moments kept getting wiped clean by the city reboots.  With her own exploits, however, everyone seemed to remember them all too well.  While the detective found this to be rather unfair, it strangely didn't seem to be all that important.  Someone, she didn't remember who, had told her that reputation was what people think you are and character was what you really were.  Nancy decided she would just have to live with her reputation and hope she had character.

Jerome let her in the stripper / whore entrance with a smile and a pat on her ass.  "Great job last night," he said and moaned as Nancy stopped to give his bulge a playful rub.  "And you were smoking hot on stage too!" he laughed.  "The cops might have gotten credit for catching the murderer, but everyone here knows who really did."  Nancy thanked Jerome, gave him another rub and headed inside.

The show had started when she got inside and Phoebe was on stage in her school girl uniform act which always went over big with the perverts.  The small dark haired stripper was just taking off her plaid skirt when Nancy came through the curtain and looked around.  The crowd was about average for a Saturday night and not packed like it had been last night.  The booths at the back had not been put back yet, so that half of the room was largely empty.  Nancy saw Maria delivering drinks to a table and saw her nimbly dance away from the hands trying to grab her ass. The men laughed good naturedly at their failed attempt as it had made the girl's tits jiggle nicely and they knew Trudy would box their ears if they got very far out of line with her "little sister".

The music made it hard to hear and Trudy gestured Nancy over to the bar.  The G cup bartender surprised Nancy a bit by not doing her usual mammary assault, but pulled Nancy in for a short kiss on the lips and a grope of her ass.  "I didn't get to tell you how great you were last night, what with that murder and all.  I hope you will dance for us again," she continued and gave Nancy another kiss before telling her that Cyril was back in the office.  As Nancy went through the curtain to the backstage corridor, Phoebe was taking her bra off and Nancy wondered if many schoolgirls wore lacy black bras like that under their uniforms or had Phoebe's huge rack.

Cyril gave Nancy a broad smile when she walked into his office.  He sobered up quickly, however, and asked if she had heard the news yet.

Nancy quirked an eyebrow at him and shook her head.  She had been so consumed with her search for information about the dead woman, that she had not even glanced at her newspaper which was sitting unread on the back seat of her Honda.  "What news?  I haven't been tuned in at all today."

Cyril picked up his copy of the paper from the desk and handed it to Nancy.  In large bold print was the headline "Aide to Mayor Murdered".  There was a picture of Wiggins and the Mayor, and Nancy started to quickly read the story.

"Mitchell Wiggins, confidential aide to the Mayor was killed Friday night.  The dedicated aide to the Mayor had stopped to meet with what he thought was a concerned citizen at the Princess Motel when he was waylayed and murdered.  Under the personal direction of Police Commissioner Borden, the aide's murderer was quickly apprehended.

Nancy looked up from the paper at Cyril.  "Total bullshit, but it was what we worked out.  There is no mention of you, me or the Pussycat Club.  I don't care ifBorden takes the credit as long as the killer was caught.  And anyone with half a brain knows the Princess Motel is a hooker haven, so they have to know something a little seedy was going on."

"Yeah, that part is all well and good," agreed Cyril, "but I was really talking about the news update at supper.  This morningwhen they opened  the jail cell where they shoved the lovely Ms. Brown, she wasn't there."

"Escaped?  How?" demanded Nancy.  "I gave Borden her ring, even he isn't dumbenough to let her have it back while in jail."

Cyril shrugged.  "No more details other than she was gone.  Maybe she escaped.  Maybe they decided to eliminate a potentially embarrassing witnesss."
  
Nancy frowned.  "I will check with Cindy, she might know more, but she is working tonight and it will have to wait until tomorrow."  Nancy flipped past the front page to page three and her eyes narrowed.  "Well, I guess I should be satisfied that the murder pushed this off the front page."

The headline on page three read "Notorious Prostitute Delivers Superb Striptease at Pussycat Club!"  The full page review included a large topless picture of Nancy with more of those tasteful black dots over her nipples and her pussy as the picture had captued her in her splits at the end of the act.

"They could have used a picture from earlier in the act when I still had some clothes on," commented Nancy.  "And what is all this prostitute talk?  I have never turned a trick, just dressed up like one to meet you."

Cyril rubbed his nose and frowned in agreement.  "I don't have any complaints.  You played the part just fine when we met, so there was no reason for anyone to connect your  act to the real you."

"That only came up with Megan Fitzpatrick for that damned broadcast," noted Nancy.  "I am sure it was Hawk who leaked my name to Megan, but that still doesn't explain how they connected me to the Pussycat Club."

"I don't think it came from any of my people," replied Cyril.  "Even Frank and Trudy thought you were just one of my outside girls."  Cyril saw a puzzled look on Nancy's face and gave a wry grin.  "Most of my girls work here in the club..  Most of the strippers do work in the private rooms like where we found Wiggins last night.  I have a few girls who work the near-bye corners.  That is one reason I have so many exterior cameras as you noticed last night, so I can keep an eye on them and make sure they are ok.  But I also have some part timers who do outside calls.  These are house wifes or whatever who need some extra money and I set up their dates for them.  Mostly it is out of town customers at the hotels near the airport.  Frank and Trudy thought you were one of those girls who just came in to report and turn in the cash."

Cyril said it all so calmly and in such a matter  of fact voice that Nancy took a moment to realize that he had just laid out his whole little prostitution ring for her.  On several of the reboots, Delta City had actually legalized prostitution, but that was not the current state of affairs.  Apparently the pimp trusted the private eye enough that admitting his illegal activities to her didn't seem to faze him.  Nancy rather suspected that somewhere in the documents she had signed to get a PI license, that she was supposed to report any illegal activity she came acrosss and not become an almost tacit partner in it.  Still, this was Delta City and sorting out right from wrong was made that much more difficult when some of the biggest crooks ran the city.

Nancy shrugged.  "I suppose it isn't really important, but I had been trying to keep a low profile in the city until all this blew up.  It wasn't just Megan, Leona said that our business relationship was known to her employers, whoever they were and it made them unhappy.  Mainly for that reason, I would like to know how my connection to the Pussycat Club was made."

Cyril looked thoughtful.  "Do you remember Pamela?"

"Nancy frowned.  "Dirty blonde?  I think she did some stripping and worked your nasty little rooms.  What about her?"

"I had to fire her about a month ago.  She was doing, how shall I put it, some outside contracting?  She got names and numbers of clients from here at the club then set up appointments without splitting the money.  Also a few things had gone missing in the change room and she was the chief suspect.  The final straw was when one of those outside clients of hers came to me, claiming she had stolen his credit cards from his wallet while he was asleep."

Nancy nodded.  And?" she prompted.

Cyril shrugged.  "She was curious about you.  She asked me who you were and where you came from.  I told her to mind her own business.  I figured she was just jealous or afraid you might be taking clients away from her.  I am not saying she is the source, but she is the only person from the club who seemed to show much interest in you."

"It might be worth looking into when I get a chance," said Nancy after Cyril gaaveher the woman's full name, Pamela Winston, and what contact information he had for her.  "I wouldn't botherexcept that there is the matter of Leona Brown's unknown employers who seem to have it in for both of us.""

Deciding to leave that topic alone for now, Nancy took out the newspaper clipping and showed it to Cyril.  "You know anything more about this than what it says in the article?"

Cyril took the clipping, started to read it, glanced at the photo and gave a start.  Holy fuck, she looks just like you."

Nancy nodded.  "Someone sent me that article.  I need to find out more about the woman and how she died."

"I bet," said Cyril as he finished reading the article."You know, I vaguely remember the story, but never paid much attention to it.  I probably glanced at the photo, but that was a couple of years before we met and I never made the connection."

"Can you ask around for me?" asked Nancy.

"Sure baby, not a problem.  I wouldn't get your hopes up though.  If there had been something more, I think I would have heard about it.  I am pretty sure there won't be enough to get me into your pussy anyway."

Nancy rolled her eyes.  "You know, this obsession of yours with fucking me is starting to get a bit old.  Why dont we do something about that so it stops getting in our way?"  With that, Nancy stood up, pushed the chair she had been sitting in to one side and leaned over the desk, bracing her arms on it and giving Cyril a good look right down her front.

Cyril sat in his chair staring at the valley of Nancy's cleavage then gave his head ashake.  "What, what are you saying?"

Nancy rolled her eyes again.  "Oh come on Cyril, you aren't that slow.  You have wanted to fuck me since we first met.  Well this is your chance.  Here I am bent over your desk.  Lift my skirt up and fuck me.  Maybe once we have got that out of the way, we can get serious. with no more distractions from your cock."

Cyril blinked a couple of times and then stood up and came to stand behind Nancy.    The detective felt him lift her skirt and she waited for the sound of a zipper, but it didn't come.  Nancy glanced back over her shoulder at Cyril.  "Well, what are you waiting for?  Take your cock out and shove it in my cunt.  That is what you want to do isn't it?"

Cyril let her skirt fall back down.  "Yeah," he said.  I really, really want to plough that pussy of  yours, but....I can't.  Not likethis."

Nancy maintained her bent over the desk position and gave her ass a wiggle.  "And why not?"

Cyril remained silent for several seconds and then he reached out and ran a gentle hand over Nancy's ass.  Because as much as I want to, I just can't.  When we met, you were justthis big boobed white woman who I didn't know.  Of course I wanted to get into yur panties.  Hell, that blowjob you gave me was fantastic, maybe the best I ever got and I have had quite a few and from some very good professionals.  Then I saw what you did at the hotel to stop the bomber. You could have walked out on that farce and no one would have blamed you, but you let yourself be degraded because it was the right thing to do.  Cindy told me about you saving the Wong girl too and then you did everything you could to help that kid Maria.  What did I do?  I made you get on stage and humiliate yourself again by stripping and publicizing it all over the fuckingcity.  Finally, you save my ass by catchingthat murderer last night. Borden would have shut down the PUssycat without you."

Nancy straigtened up from her bent over position and turned around to look Cyril in the eye.  "So, you are almost seeing me as a real person and not just as a pair of big boobs and a pussy to fuck?" she asked gently.

"Yeah," admitted Cyril not quite able to look her in the eye and for once not staring at her breasts.  "Partially thanks to me, your reputation is in the gutter, butbelieve it or not I think I have learned to...I don't know like you.  Maybe I am thinking of you as a friend."  He brightened up a bit at this and gave her one of his old wolfish smiles.  "Who knows, maybe we can become friends with benefits."

"You never know," agreed Nancy and once again resolved to look up what that phrase meant.  "So if we are not going to fuck, what do we do now?" she asked sitting back down.

Cyril went back behind his desk and opened a drawer, taking out a deck of cards and a wooden board about a foot long.  "Do you play crib?"

* * *

"Let's see.  A double runn of three is eight points, fifteen two, fifteen four, fifteen six makes fourteen and a pair is sixteen."  Cyril moved the little pegs on the board, counting off his points.  "That gives me the win and you are skunked."

Nancy looked down at her own cards.  "Er, don't I get to count up my points?"

"Sorry babe, game is over."

Nancy sighed.  "I think you were cheating and I just got fucked a different way."

Just then the office door opened and Frank walked in and stopped dead when he saw the cards and the cribboard.  "Oh god no, please tell me he didn't suck you into playing crib with him Nancy.  He has run through everyone in the bar until no one will play with him anymore.  He is either the luckiest crib player alive or he cheats."

Nancy nodded in agreement.  "I think I was better off when he just wanted to fuck me."

Nancy excused herself to let Cyril and Frank get on with business and waved goodbye to Trudy, Maria and the other girls on her way out.  Sahara was giving Maria a ride home, stopping at the restaurant to pick up Juan where Becky was babysitting him  Maria said the youngboy already knew a few words of Mandarin.  Cyril had repeated his willingnesss to ask about the dead woman and Nancy was hoping she could get more sleep tonight.

The detective also had enough money in her purse to pay her rent for the next month.  Each stripper got half the money in the tip collection buckets and they had been very full last night after each of her three performances.  Nancy had been a bit surprised to find out Cyril only took ten percent for the house.  The remaining forty percent went to be split by the bouncers, bartenders and others who didn't normally get tips.  Those people had gotten a nice bonus last night which at least partially explained her popularity with them.

At the exit, Nancy saw Jerome leaning against the wall, shivering a bit in the cool night air.  Acting on a sudden whim, Nancy stopped and knelt down in front of the startled bouncer.  Before he really knew what was going on, Nancy had pulled down his zipper and freed his semi hard cock from his pants.   The detective smiled up at the youngblack man and ran her tongue over his cock.  Jerome continued to watch in amazedshock as the blonde opened her mouth and swallowed his dick.  He watched as he saw and felt the entire length of his eight inch cock disappear into her mouth like a magic trick.  Then she began to bob her mouth up and down on his cock, while his hands rested in her blonde hair.  He felt her tongue slither over his shaft and his balls banged on her chin.  Jerome couldn't believe how good it felt andhe knew hewas close to cumming.  "N..Nancy, I am going to..." he began, but she just looked up at him and held his cock deep in her throat until he began to blast his load down her throat.

Nancy swallowed every drop and then got back to her feet as Jerome put his cock away.  "Have a good night Jerome," said the PI as she headed for her car.  Now, why the hell did I do that? she asked herself as she slid behind the wheel and headed for home.  Delta City had struck again

* * *

Sunday morning, Nancy turned on her tv to try and catch any more news about Leona's escape, it was too early to try calling Cindy.  All she could find on tv, however, was the evangelist Randy Oaks going on about the sinful women of Delta City.  He decried all the whores, strippers and the wanton super heroines.  Nancy wondered why the man didn't decry the men who made use of the prostitutes or who came to watch the strippers.  She figured he must just have been doing research the other night when he kept shouting at her to take it all off and shake her boobs.

Just after noon, there was a knock on Nancys door and she opened it to find Mrs. Wong standing there wearing her coat and purse in hand.  "You come with me," she said.  "My friend, Mrs. Chang need detective."
Mrs. Wong couldn't or wouldn't provide any more information as they drove across town.  Mrs. Chang greeted them at the front door of her modest little bungelow.  and ushered them into her front room.  The house was neat and tidy, but looked a little on the worn out side thought Nancy as she took a seat in an arm chair with well worn armrests.

It wasn't until after Mrs. Chang had served her guests tea and an assortment of store bought cookies that Mrs. Wong asked their hostess to tell her story.

Mrs. Chang, whom Nancyjudged to be around seventy, gave an apologetic smile.  "Last night, someone broke into my house while I was asleep."

Out of reflex, Nancy glanced around the room looking for signs of the break-in and saw nothing amisss. There was a small flat screen TV and a DVD player, but she doubted they were worth the bother for anyone to steal.  "Have you called the police?  Do you know if anything was taken?

Mrs. Chang nodded.  "Police come.  They think I am crazy old Chinese lady.  They go.  Only one thing missing."

"What was missing?" asked Nancy after taking a sip of her tea.

Mrs. Chang looked a little sheepish.  "My good luck charm.

Nancy almost laughed, but a look at Mrs. Wong showed her that the woman took this very seriously and the detective managed to change the laugh to a cough.  "Can you tell me about it?" she asked politely.

"When we were married, my husband gave it to me.  It was a small round disk about this size," and the old woman made a circle with her fingers.  He said it was a slice of a unicorn's horn.  From the last unicorn he said.  He had two of them, one he kept and one he gave to me.  For over fifty years, I have kept it with me.  At night, I put on dresser and this morning it was gone."

Nancy stole another glance at Mrs. Wong who still looked very serious.  Obviously the woman didn't think her friend was having a "senior moment".  Nancy asked Mrs. Chang to sho her where she had left the charm.  The detective took a flashlight from her trenchcoat pocket and did a careful check under the dresser or any other place where a disk mightroll to.  She heard a snort of disaproval from Mrs. Wong at her lack of belief, but Nancy ignored it. Next, she went to look at the locks on both the front and back doors which Mrs. Chang had said were locked last night.  She always checked them carefully before going to bed.

"There are fresh scratches on the back door lock," said Nancy finally as they returned to the front room.  "I couldn't help noticingthere are a few nice items of jewellry on the dresser.  Those pearl earrings looked real.  Why would someone break in and just steal a good luck charm?"

Mrs. Chang shrugged.  My husband always insisted the charms were really from a unicorn horn and had been passed down many centuries in his family.  A year ago, he was killed by a hit and run driver.  Parking garage, late at night.  His wallet and everything still there except his charm which he always kept in his pants pocket."

That took Nancy aback and she got more details on her husband's death, but there was little to tell.  "I will try and see what I can find out," said Nancy as she and Mrs. Wongrose to leave.

"What is the likelyhood for success?" asked Mrs. Chang as she walked the pair to the door.

"To be honest, not great," admitted Nancy.  "Most thefts involve something valuable beingstolen.  I know most of the fences and crooked pawn shop dalers in town, but I cant see any of them being interested in your good luck charm.  I have a few vague ideas of avenues I can pursue, but they aren't real promising."
Mrs. Chang looked over at Mrs. Wong.  "You were right.  This one is at least honest, no what do you call it?  No bullshit.  And she does have nice big tits just like you said."  Then she turned back to a slightly shocked Nancy.  Do your best dear.  That charm is my most precious possession, but I do not expect miracles."

* * *
Nancy managed to connect with Cindy on the phone that night.  The policewoman had some conjecture at least on what had happened to Leona brown.  The Police had contacted the She Legion after the shape shifter disappeared. The She Legion was the formal informal group of the Delta City Heroines, and they sent a new heroine named Witchfire to consult.  At this point, Cindy had broken off to describe the newest member of the She Legion in some detail including how much she loved the sexy dark red  laced corset that Witchfire wore.  Nancy remembered the strawberry blonde girl she had met in Wong's and was fairly sure the two images went together.

Witchfire had identified the ring from pictures as an artifact dating back to ancient Egypt.  The witch said that someone who had worn such a ring for a prolonged time might have been able to do some limited shape shifting without the ring or to even teleport it short distances to her once she had been recovered from her "ordeal" with Nancy.

[Shameless plug:  To read more about Witchfire, see the stories elsewhere on this site by Silkcords.]

As Nancy had suspected, the name Leona Brown didn't show up in any police database and so might or might not be her real name.  There were at least nine Leona Browns in Delta City alone, none of whom matched the woman's description though how reliable was that with a shape shifter?

Cindy said she would check on the police report for the hit and run death of Henry Chang.  The policewoman assured Nancy she would not get into trouble for looking up an open case.  If anyone found out she had shared information with a private eye, Nancy could always get a letter from Mrs. Chang saying that she had authorized Nancy to talk to the police on her behalf.

* * *
When Cindy called Nancy back on Monday morning, the PI was in her office, trying to research unicorn horns.  Cindy had little to report.  Henry Chang had been a noted heart surgeon.  He had been called to the ER late one night and on his way home had been hit by a car right in the hospital parking garage.  The contents of his pockets yielded wallet, keys, cell phone and some loosechange.  No little disk that looked like ivory.  There had been absolutely no follow-up reports to indicate anything more had been done by the police after the body was found.  

"I hate to say it," whispered Cindy from her desk at Police HA, " but he was just a dead Chinese according to the higher-ups in the Delta City PD, and so not worth more resources to investigate his death."

Nancy thanked Cindy for her help and told her she would let her know if she found out anything more.  Her research into unicorn horns or at least the legends surrounding them led her to call the Chinese Studies department at Delta City U.  Nancy now had an appointment at one with Dr. Mei-Ling Chow, head of the department.

Before going to the university, Nancy had one other stop she wanted to make.  It might be a mystery novel cliche, but she wanted to see the place where Henry Chang had died, and maybe try and talk to any of his coworkers in ER that night.  One of the few scant facts in the police report had been the name of one of the nurses on duty in ER.  Nancy parked in the same multi floor parking garage that Henry Chang had died in.  The detective noted that while the doctor's had reserved parking spaces, thestructure was otherwise open to the general public for parking.

Inside the hospital, Nancy had a stroke of luck when she found Julie Acorn, the ER nurse from a year ago was on duty.  The forty something, brunette had a tired, harried look to her, but paused to give Nancy a few minutes when the blonde mentioned Henry Chang's name.

"I was really broken up about his death," said the nurse and Nancy was sure she meant it and not just mouthing words from the pained look that came over her face.

"Did anything unusual happen that night in ER?  Did Henry say or do anything that was odd or different?" asked Nancy.

Julie shook her head.  "No, nothing, just another normal crazy night in ER in Delta City.  You know, I don't know what was worse about that night, the mistake or the fact they actually brought poor Henry into the same ER where I was working and had seen him happy and alive just a half hour earlier."

'Mistake?" asked Nancy.  "What mistake?  Did Dr. Chang make a mistake in ER that night?"

Julie shook her head vigoursly.  "No, he was a damn fine doctor.  He was a cardiac surgeon, but there were no cardiac cases that night. There was a screw-up in the system and somehow he got a text message saying he was needed in ER.  Someone punched in the wrong number I guess.  He shouldn't have been there at all that night, so he should never have been in the parkinggarage to get killed by the bastard that hit him."

Just then, they both heard the hospital intercom.  "Code Blue.  Room 7.  Code Blue Room 7."

"Gotta go," yelled Julie as she took offin a run and starting to shout orders to the rest of the staff in ER.

* * *

When Nancy got to Professor Chow's office, the small woman with long black hair sitting behind the desk, and whom Nancy assumed was Dr. Chow, was talking to a young woman sitting in one of the guest chairs.  They both looked up when Nancy rapped on the door and both looked slightly annoyed.  "Yes?" said the woman behind the desk.

Nancy gave the woman her best smile.  "Hello, my name is Nancy Peye, I'm the detective who called this morning.  I made an appointment to see you at one."

The professor made a face and glanced at her watch.  "Oh yes, allright, come in."  The woman turned to the younger woman seated in front of her desk.  "You might as well stay Sandra.  This nonsense won't take long."

Nancy kept smiling as she took a seat in the second guest chair. "I will try and not take up too much of your time Dr. Chow.  As I said on the phone, I am looking for any information you can give me about unicorn horns."  From the corner of her eye, Nancy saw that question make Sandra jump in her seat.

Mei-Ling Chow gave a snort.  "The short answer is there is no information.  The unicorn is a mythical beast that never existed, so how can there be any information about it?"

"But many people do believe they existed," pointed out Nancy.  "In this case, that belief is what I am interested in.  How does it fit into Chinese culture and mythology?"

Dr. Chow shook her head.  "It doesn't really.  Oh I grant you that some people give it more significance than it deserves," and here she glanced pointedly at Sandra.  "All cultures share common myths and legends.  For example, similar stories to that of King Arthur appear in the oral tradition of multiple cultures, but that hardly makes them real or true."

"There is that tablet that was found in Northern China five years ago," objected Sandra.

Dr. Chow snorted again.  "A tablet that the government of China will not let anyone see or examine."  Dr. Chow leaned back in her chair which Nancy noticed didn't squeak, unlike her own office chair, but tried to put that petty jealousy aside.  "Some young people like Ms. Woo here have lately become enamoured with somehow fitting the unicorn into Chinese culture where it obviously does not belong."

Sandra didn't say anything, but Nancy got the distinct impression the young woman could not disagree more with the professor's statement.  "Do you know anything about unicorn horns being found in Delta City?" asked Nancy.

Dr. Chow snorted again, which seemed to be her favourite reaction to anything she disagreed with.  "How can there be any part of a mythical creature in Delta City.  There is as much unicorn horn in Delta City as there is on the moon, which is to say none.  People may have trinkets made of ivory or bone or some other substance that their parents gave to them and swore were part of a unicorn horn, but it is all rubbish.  Total nonsense."

Nancy nodded and prepared to stand up.  "I must say I was surprised to learn the university had a Chinese Studies program.  I didn't realize there was such a large Chinese population in the city."

This time, Dr. Chow sneered, rather than snorted.  "We are often unnoticed Ms. Detective.  We are found in almost every city in this country.  Didnt you know every city has a Chinese restaurant?  It was generally all the Chinese were allowed to do in the land of the free."

Nancy arched an eyebrow at this outburst.  "I was not here then Professor Chow, but I do have Chinese friends today."

Professor Chow gave another of her now familiar snorts and added a sneer.  "Ah  yes, another white woman who has a Chinese friend.  Which restaurant do they work in?  Do you value their friendship because they make good egg rolls?"

Now Nancy felt her own anger stir in defence of her clan.  "When I said the Wongs were my friends, I meant it Ms. Chow.  Also, I don't think they would appreciate your dismissal of their occupation."

Nancy got up from the chair to leave.  She suddenly saw Proffessor Chow's eyes go wide as she heard the name Wong then her eyes darted to the collar of Nancy's trenchcoat to see the little red dragon pin for the first time.  "You know Mrs. Wong?  You are red dragon?"

Nancy touched the pin.  "Yes, and I take any insult to the Wongs very personally."

"My, my apologies. I, I didn't know.  I didn't realize," stuttered Dr. Chow.  "I meant no disrespect to Red Dragon Clan.  Please accept my apologiy and present my best wishes to Mr. and Mrs. Wong."

Nancy nodded and relaxed her posture from its position of stiff outrage.  "Of course Dr. Chow.  Thank you for your time today.  If you think of anything else about unicorn horns that might help me find Mrs. Chang's missing charm, I would appreciate hearing from you."  Nancy took a business card from her pocket and put it on the desk, turning to go.

Dr. Chow picked up the card and looked at it and then suddenly called out as Nancy reached the door.  "One moment Ms. Peye.  I don't think it is important, but you asked about unicorn horns in Delta City?"  When Nancy nodded, the professor went on.  "I actually once owned such a thing.  It was supposed to be the tip of a unicorn horn.  I thought it was just a silly trinket, a merecuriosity."

"What happened to it?" asked Nancy.

"I donated it to the Delta City museum along with some other trinkets several years ago.  I don't think they have ever put it on display.  I assume they thought it was as pointless and useless as I did.  I mean there are myths about unicorn horns and the great luck and powers they can give their possessor, but I simply cannot credit those old stories."

* * *

Sometimes a stakeout can last for weeks without results, thought Nancy, and sometimes it only takes a couple of hours to hit the jackpot.  The detective watched the dark clad figure slip into what had been a locked side door of the Delta City museum about one in the morning, and got out of her Honda to investigate.

After leaving the university, Nancy hadspent the rest of the day combingthrough old newspapers looking for robberies where the victim hadbeen Chinese.  On the tenth call to one of those victims, she had hit paydirt.  The woman had not wanted to talk to her at first, but when Nancy dropped in Mrs. Wong's name, the woman couldn't tell her enough.  Yes, she had been robbed.  Her purse had been stolen.  Nothing was taken except her lucky charm.  Yes, a small disk that she had been told was part of a unicorn horn  She hadn't really believed that, but she had won the Bingo at church three times, so maybe it was lucky.

Nancy slipped in the door just a few seconds after the mysterious figure and noted that the alarm system seemed to have been neatly disabled.  The detective knew there was a nightguard, but he tended to sit in his little office drinkingcoffee and playing solitaire.   The museum got broke into so often due to various villains looking forsome magical doo dad or other, you would think they would make the security better, but they never did.  For that matter, the guard's total lack of interest in their job was probably a good survival trait much valued by natural selection.

Nancy followed the figure down someback stairs and through a maze of corridors and storage rooms.  The figure opened one of those storage rooms and Nancy saw a flashlightclick on inside the dark room.  The detective decided to wait a couple of minutes to let her quarry find what she was looking for and then opened the storage room door and flipped on the light.

Sandra Woo, dressed in a black hoodie and black slacks blinked in the sudden light and turned to face Nancy in the doorway, holding what looked like the tip of a horn in her right hand and the flashlight in the left.   

Nancy was not terribly surprized to see the young female student.  There had been an outside chance that the culprit was Professor Chow and that her disdain for the rumoured powers and even existence of unicorn horns was an act, but it had seemed remote.  Nancy didn't think the good professor did subtle or at least her idea of subtle would be a headline in 72 point Arial Bold.

"Breaking and entering and robbery charges are going to play hell with your school work," commented Nancy, sliping her hand into her trenchcoat pocket to rest on the butt of her new gun, loaded withtranquilizer darts.

"Stupid white bitch," sneered Sandra.  "With the power I will gain from the unicorn horn, no one will be able to stand against me, least of all a big boobed whore like you.  I saw your disgusting show on television and know what kind of a slut you really are."

Nancy narrowed her eyes at the girl.  "You know, I am getting just a bit tired of having that show thrown in my face every five minutes or shoved down my throat if you prefer the sexual alusion, so how about you just shut your mouth and come with me down to the police station."

"I think not," sneered Sandra and she dropped the flashlight and pulled a white cylinder from her hoodie pocket.  Nancy had started to draw her gun and then relaxed.  The white cylinder was in fact the pieces of the so called unicorn horn all glued together.  It looked like a dozen pieces or so.

"And how many people did you have to kill to get all those pieces?" asked Nancy quietly.

"Who cares? snapped Sandra.  "I searched the world looking for all the pieces and then I find the last three, now four," she glanced at the tip in her other hand, "right here in my home town.  How ironic is that?  I even have you to thank for the last piece.  That stupid old cow Professor Chow just gave it away.  Can you fucking believe that?"

"You killed Henry Chang then?" asked Nancy.  "You were the hacker who broke into the hospital paging system and got him to that garage where you could kill him and take his piece."

Sandra shrugged.  "I was just trying to knock him down.  It is not my fault he died.  His death is not important.

"He was a great doctor, he saved a lot of people," disagreed Nancy.  "But even if he was just a homeless bum, his life is still worth more than some stupid trinkets.  What do you want to do?  Win the lottery?  Rule the Bingo world?"

"You have no idea of the power of a unicorn horn," screamed Sandra and before Nancy could blink, the girl placed the tip on the end of the rest of the horn.  The pieces seemed to suddenly flow all together into one solid unit and Nancy could not discern the individual pieces anymore.

Sandra then took the unified horn and touched it to her forehead.  There was a flash of red light and an explosion of power that blew Nancy backwards to crash into the corridor wall opposite the doorway.  Nancy struggled back to her feet and stepped back into the room to see Sandra just standing there.  Nancy had thought that maybe the horn might have fused to the girl's forehead, but it just hung loosely in the girl's hand.

"I dont see any change, commented Nancy.  Then the girl turned her gaze on the blonde PI and they glowed red.  "Well other than that eye thing," ammended Nancy as she again reached for her gun in her pocket.

Suddenly Sandra moved, seeming to flow across the roomwith incredible speed and she backhanded Nancy across the face and sent her flying into a rack ofshelves on the far side of the room.  Nancy lay there stunned, feeling a litle blood trickle from her nose as the girl now stood over her looking down at her.

"Wasn't that cool?" enthused Sandra.  God, I am fast.  Like a striking snake.  Maybe I will call myself something neat like Viper."

Nancy shook her head.  "Sorry, already taken.  I think she was a Hydra agent."

Sandra considered this.  "How about Venom?"

"Nope," said Nancy trying to clear her head of the ringing.  "One of Spiderman's villains.  Dude in a black suit."

Sandra seemed to pout. "Ok, Cobra.  I am as fast as a striking cobra"

"I think G.I. Joe used that one," said Nancy making it to her knees.  "Why all the snake names?  What has that got to do with a unicorn?

Sandra rolled her eyes.  "How am I supposed to use that?  I can't call myself Horny Girl.  That would be the kind of name you stupid super heroines would use."

Nancy shook her head.  "I told you.  I am not a prostitute and I am not a heroine.  I am just a plain old private eye."

Sandra got a very nasty look on her face at that.  "Isn't that another name for private dick?  Of course, you showed you liked public dick, but now it can be a private one."

"What the hell are you talking about?" demanded Nancy as she staggered back to her feet.

"This," said Sandra and her eyes glowed red again and suddenly someglowing red strands of rope appeared.  One encircled Nancyswrists and yanked them up over her head.  Two more encircled the PI's ankles and spread them apart.  Nancy struggled to free herself, but her normal ability to slip out of bonds was not having any luck with these magical ropes. No, not ropes, realized Nancy.  The things binding her limbs and lifting her off the ground felt warm and pulsing as if with life and not rough and lifeless like rope.

"And this," continued Sandra as she began to pull off her clothes.  She had nothing else on under the hoodie, and her round soft D cup breasts popped into view as she pulled down the zipper.  Sandra tossed it away and then yanked down her pants and there between her legs was a cock.  It was not a normal cock.  It was thesame glowing red as Nancys bonds and it was not human shaped.  Nancy had thefeelingshe was the first woman to be seeing what a unicorn cock looked like in quite a long time, and it was an honour she could do without.  It had a pointy tip and the shaft had a series of swirling ridges along the length.

"What do you think?" snickered Sandra.  "Ready to have this nice hard unicorn dick in your private pussy?"

Nancy looked up from the cock to the girl's face.  "Oh dear.  I suppose this is the point where I say you won't get away with this.  Or maybe, you wouldn't dare.  Or maybe Oh gods that thing will never fit to which you will reply about how you will make it fit."

"You dare mock me?" snarled Sandra and stepped forward to unbelt Nancy's trenchcoat and pull it off.  That shouldn't have been possible with those ropes binding her arms over her head, but apparently unicorn power trumped London Fog.

Sandra cupped Nancys breasts through her white blouse and squeezed.  She squeezed so hard that Nancy couldn't help but gasp in pain despite her attempt to remain silent.  The girl now seemed to not just have the speed of a snake, but plenty of strength to go along with it.  The girl gave a cruel smile, apparently enjoying the reaction she had provoked and then just ripped the blouse from Nancy's body with a jerk.

"Oh there are those famous tits of yours," laughed Sandra as she ran a finger down the slope of Nancy's upper breasts before then ripping the black bra off, snapping the catch.  Nancy's 38EE melons spilled into view and Sandra grabbed a nipple in each hand and pinched them hard enough to again make Nancy give an involuntary cry of pain.

"I don't know why that stupid bitch Chow was so in awe of your association with the Red Dragons.  They are more of a myth than unicorns are."  Now the girl reached for the belt of Nancy's skirt.  Her fingers gripped the belt and waistband and just shredded it off Nancy's body, leaving her in only her black bikini panties.

"Maybe if you beg, I will not rape you, or at least be a gentle lover," said Sandra with a smirk.

"Ah yes, I certainly believe you," said Nancy as calmly as she could manage while her pulse raced and she tried to calm it.  She couldnt help but look down at the fourteen inch thick and precum dribbling glowing red unicorn cock.  Way too many adjectives there, she thought a little hysterically.  Well, I have been raped before, so lets just hope the old healing factor can handle that thing.  "I also believe in the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny, she added and saw Sandra flush with anger.

The young Chinese girl ripped off Nancy's panties to expose her shaved pussy.  "And there is that cunt you go around town flaunting."  Sandra reached out and began to run her hands over Nancy's pussy, but rough and violent like with no gentleness.  Her fingers found Nancy's clit and squeezed it hard which brought tears to the detective's eyes and she bit her lip to stifle another cry.

"You are honoured to be the firstt to sample my cock," declared Sandra.  "I will hunt down all the white super heroines of Delta City and one by one they shall fall beneath my power and I will ravage their bodies."

"Well, I guess Lady Midnight and Azure Angel will not have to worry," said Nancy dryly.  "And what is all this white hatred bullshit for?"

"Revenge," snapped Sandra.  "You white barbarians invaded my country, forced us to buy your opium under the threat of war.  Since then you have oppressed us, denied us our rights, treated us like subhumans.  Now I shall make you pay for what you did."

"Ah, I see," said Nancy.  "We arent quite playing with a full deck are we?"

"I am not mad, you stupid white whore," screamed Sandra and with that she stepped forwardand rammed her huge hard cock deep into Nancy's pussy with one vicious thrust.

This time it took everything Nancy had not to scream and give this insane girl the satisfaction of hearing her pain.  Sandra grabbed Nancy's hips and began to thrust in and out with thefury of her rage.  Nancy grunted as the pointed tip of the cock pushed past her cervix into her womb.  Looking down, Nancy was quite astonished to see all fourteen inches were inside her pussy and a alarge pair of glowing red balls slapped at her ass.  I didn't think some of the stories about the heroines taking those impossibly huge cocks could be true, but damn I was wrong.  For a second, lost in her wonder at the impossible sight, the detective forgot about Sandra, but the continued thrusting in and out of that huge glowing cock brought her back to the present with an unpleasant certainty.

Time seemed to slow and the rape seemed to last much longer than it really did.  It seemed like hours, but Nancy would later see from her watch that it was probably no more than ten or fifteen minutes, but that was more than enough she thought.  Herlarge breasts bounced and swung under the intensity of thefucking while those magicalbonds held her firmly in place.

Sandra was panting now, her body covered in sweat, gasping for breath.  "I am tempted to cum inside you whore.  To see if I can breed you, but you are not worthy of my seed."  The girl, pulled her cock from Nancy's clingingpussy with a wet suckingsound and then as she stroked it, she began to cum on Nancy'ssuspended body.  Those glowing red balls produced load after load of warm, almost hot cum.  Sandra pointed her cock so herspunk coated Nancy from her hair down to her feet.  There was little the blonde could do, but hangthere while cum dripped and flowed over her body.  The cum falling from her breasts like twin waterfalls.

Finally, Sandra was spent and she stepped back with legs gone slightly wobbly.  To Nancys surprised and cum stinging eyes, the glowing red cock and balls seemed to just shrink and be reabsorbed back into the girl's body, leaving her looking like a normal girl.  Nancy dully wondered if Cock Girl wouldn't be a good name for Sandra, but doubted the girl would appreciate the name and at the moment, the detective didn't feel much like poking a hornet's nest.

"Wow that was cool, whispered the girl in a weak voice.

Nancy suddenly felt the bonds holding her seem to slacken a bit and she concentrated with everything she had.  The orgasm the girl had experienced seemed to have at least temporarily drained and weakened her.  Nancy slipped free of the bonds and lunged for her trenchcoat, snatching her gun from the pocket.  She whirled and fired at Sandra, but even weakened the girl was still incredibly fast and she ducked out the storage room door as the tranquilizer darts missed her.

"Damn," muttered Nancy as the cum drenched blonde staggered to the door to see the girl disappearingfrom sight around the corner.  Nancy held her fire.  The girl was too fast to catch andshe was just too damn tired to try chasing her.

"We will meet again whore," yelled the girl's retreatingvoice.

"You can bet your sweet ass on that," agreed nancy as she surveyed her cum painted body.

* * *

The next day, Nancy returned two of the unicorn slices back to Mrs. Chang.  When Nancy had looked around the storage room finding that the only item of clothes left wearable was her trenchcoat, she had found that the unicorn horn had come apart and lay in pieces on the floor.  All the power from the horn having apparently been drained into Sandra Woo.

Mrs. Chang, thanked the detective profusely and even gave her a timid hug of thanks.  "Was it hard to find them?" she asked the detective.

"Very hard," agreed Nancy and limped back to her Honda.

The End