Tales From Delta City #11: Birds of a Feather 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. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Got Gal (Tonya ODonnell), Esha (Barbara Cummings), Commissioner Borden and Dragon Queen are the creation and property of Mr. X. 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 [Author's Note: This story has several references to events in my previous story Delta City PI. I have tried to provide enough context that you should be ok even if you have not read that story. Specific references to chapters of Delta City PI are provided for anyone who wants to go back and check them out. For anyone who is not so inclined, here is a real brief summary. In Delta City PI, Nancy was the titular character. She was an operative sent by mysterious employers to observe Delta City and determine if it was a threat to the rest of reality due to its very weird nature. After helping foil a demon invasion, Nancy is currently elsewhere in the multiverse. Her friend and lover, Cindy Kelly who is a former policewoman has taken over Nancy's PI agency. BB was the sister of a fledgling Aphrodite superheroine named Blue Bird who Nancy tried to rescue from sexual slavery. In the end, Blue Bird (Bonnie Bell) died escaping with Nancy after saving Nancy's life.] "I'm not sure I like sex." Harry Daniels paused his work and looked over at the young, blue haired girl who was sitting cross legged in midair. They were 42 stories up on the East side of the Wade Tower where he was washing windows in the early morning sunlight. "I can give Martha a call and you can talk to her about that," suggested Harry who remembered the very awkward conversations he had gone through with his own daughters some years back. "Your wife is sweet, but I was looking for the male perspective on this," said BB. She was dressed as usual in all blue, a pair of worn, comfortable looking jeans, a sky blue top stretched over her ample bosom and a mask of the same shade which she wore even though she thought it was pretty much pointless as she was the only blue haired woman in Delta City as far as she knew. The mask was straining the Clark Kent principle to its breaking point, but so far it seemed no one connected the blue haired university student with the blue haired superheroine who flew around the skyskrapers of downtown Delta City fighting crime on her study breaks. Harry sighed and put down his squeegee and sat down on the platform with his legs dangling over the edge and opened the large metal lunchbox that Martha had packed for him. He took out the thermos of coffee and poured some into the plastic cup that doubled as a lid and extracted a couple of granola bars from the box and tossed one to 'bb who caught it and smiled her thanks. "Well, you've had some bad experiences," Harry finally said after taking a bite out of his granola bar. "There was all that business at St. Lucifer's and then nearly being abducted by that nutcase 'bridge like your poor sister was. I think that would be enough to put anyone off on something." Harry blushed slightly, unable to say the word "sex" in the presence of this beautiful young girl that he thought of as one of his own daughters ever since he had learned she was the sister of the heroine who had saved his life. BB nodded. "The thing is though that I'm an Aphrodite which means I am horny pretty much all the time. If I fly over the beach and see some stud or studette in their skimpy little bathing suit, it gets me all wet you know?" Harry quickly tried to blank any images BB's words were trying to conjure in his mind by thinking about something as opposite as he could envision. A pile of rotting fish guts on the wharves was his curnt favourite. "Er, being a superheroine in Delta City seems to um pretty much garentee a certain amount of exposure and um risk in that regard," he finally got out. "Yeah, all the baddies seem to be sex perverts, even the women like Dragon Queen," agreed BB. "It doesn't work that way in the comics. I mean you don't see Lois Lane or MaryJane Watson getting stripped naked and their brains fucked out." Harry nodded and upgraded his mental images to a large blue whale rotting on a beach to keep things under control. "So, what you are really thinking about is whether you want to be a superheroine or not?" he ventured. BB frowned and nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. Bonnie wanted to be a superheroine more than anything which was why she became Blue Bird. Only it ended up costing her her life and I'm not sure I want to take that risk. I mean I love flying more than anything, but do I really want to be a superheroine? I guess that is why I am still just BB and not Blue Bird 2.0." "Well there's the whole Peter Parker thing," said Harry as he took the last sip of his coffee and screwed the cup back onto the thermos. "Yeah, the great power and responsibility thing," agreed BB. "But Spidey never got his ass fucked by Dr. Octapous." Harry was still trying to find a way to keep THAT image out of his mind when BB handed him her empty granola bar wrapper. "Oh well, I've got to fly. I'm covering the receptionist job for Cindy today." With a finger wave, she was gone and Harry got back to work since the windows weren't going to wash themselves. [Author'sNote: See Delta City PI #13 for details on Bonnie Bell / Blue Bird. You can read more about St. Lucifer's Orphanage inDelta City PI #29.] * * * "Oh yeah, take my cock bitch," cried the large black man as he slammed his member in and out of the platinum blonde he was doing doggy style on her king sized bed with the 3000 thread count black silk sheets. Barbara Cummings moaned and squealed as she thrust her hips back in synch with the man's movements, trying to take his cock as deep as she could to maximize her pleasure. Her large, round, white boobs swung back and forth and her entire body was covered in a light sheen of sweat as was his. SMACK! The man's large hand gave Barbara's ass a hard ringing slap on one cheek. SMACK! He repeated the slap on the other cheek. "You like being fucked by my big black dick don't you bitch?" he demanded. "Yes!" gasped Barbara who had always enjoyed her sex rough, sometimes being the recipient and sometimes being the one to dish it out. It all depended on her mood and tonight she was enjoying being on the receiving end as Darius Raymond, the star middle linebacker of the Delta City football team, slammed his massive schlong in and out of her cunt. The man was almost as good at handling his cock as he boasted and then she felt her pussy spasmn and begin to squirt all over the huge cock ploughing into her. "Oh fuck bitch, you are soaking my dick with your juices," cried the man and he threw back his head and began to pump load after load of his thick, warm cum into the white woman's tight cunt. They collapsed together onto the sheets and lay that way for several minutes before Raymond pulled his cock from Barbara's pussy which precipitated a steady river of cum dripping from her sex onto the black sheets. When he moved up on the bed and waved his semi hard cock in her face, Barbara quickly opened her mouth and began to clean it off. He clearly wanted her to get it hard for another round, but suddenly Barbara pushed him away and reached for the remote control for the large flat screen television that had been on all this time with the sound muted. "... Delta City Police confirmed that there has been another breakin at the residence of a prominant Delta City citizen," said the good looking blonde on the television. "This is the third such robbery in the last week and the police so far seem baffled and no closer to apprehending a suspect. The victim in the latest robbery was Edgar Darlington, one of the richest men in Delta City who earned his money mainly through his brewery and real estate speculation. His "Darlings" brand of beer is perennially among the top three sellers nationwide and by far the most popular in his home city. Darlington has declined comment on exactly what was stolen and Police Chief Nathan Hawk will only say that inquiries are continuing. Tonya O'Donnell reporting from just outside the Darlington manor." "Another rich white bastard got robbed," snorted Raymond. "Who gives a fuck? Come on baby, let's have another go before I gotta get over to the stadium to watch video. That asshole of a Jennings will have my ass if I am late again." "Just shut up and get the hell out," snapped an upset Barbara. "I just remembered I have things to do this morning." Raymond protested, but found himself being shoved out the door of the penthouse suite by a surprisingly strong Barbara with him wearing only his boxers. The door slammed shut behind him and then opened a few seconds later as the rest of his clothes were tossed out to him. He wouldn't notice for another few hours that all the cash in his wallet was missing. When he did, he just laughed and decided she had been worth it as the best fuck he could remember. * * * BB was reading her Biology textbook and wondering how the Aphrodite gene fit into "survival of the fittest" when the outer office door opened and a well dressed man in a three piece black business suit walked in. He looked around the plain office with the battered desk and filing cabinets with a look of disaproval and that look only intensified when his gaze centered on BB. "I don't think blue hair is very professional looking," he snapped. BB closed her textbook and gave the man a bright smile. "I think the blue hair looks a lot better than the two black eyes you are asking for." She paused for a few seconds while the man stared at her as if he couldn't quite believe she had dared say that to him. His nostrils flared, but before he could say anything, BB went on. "So, now that we have been rude to each other, let's just call it even and start over. Can I help you Mr. ...?" she let the question dangle. The man glared at her for a few more seconds before speaking. "Darlington. My name is Edgar Darlington," and he paused as if he expected her to swoon or gush over his presence in the office. BB knew who Darlington was from having seen him enough times on television or in the newspapers, but after being kidnapped by demons and taken to "hell", she didn't find your run of the mill billionaire to be terribly intimidating. "I take it you wanted to consult a private eye about something?" she asked. [Author's Note: See Delta City PI #26 for details on BB's escape from the demon 'hell'.\] "If it isn't too much trouble," replied Darlington with more than a trace of sarcasm. BB just nodded and pressed a button on the old fashioned intercom on her desk and a moment later a voice said "yes" through a crackle of static. "Cindy, there is a Mr. Edgar Darlington who would like to see you. He doesn't have an appointment," said BB and suppressed a laugh at the look of outrage that had flashed across Darlington's face. "I'm pretty busy, but I suppose I can fit him in," said Cindy Kelly. BB knew that busy in this case meant Cindy was binge watching Nero Wolfe on Netflix as business had been rather slow lately. You never let the clients know that though, especially if they actually looked like they could afford to pay. "Please go right in," said BB turning back to Darlington. "The door on the left."" Darlington just gave a snort and stomped over to the inner door that BB had indicated and flung the door open to enter. * * * Barbara listened to the phone on the other end of the line ring five times before kicking over to voice mail. Voice mail! Who the fuck used voice mail anymore? She had already sent several angry texts to the same number and now gritting her teeth, she repeated her message after the fucking beep. "Hello Buzz darling, this is me. I just watched the morning news. Give me a call ASAP or I am going to hang you up by those tiny testicles of yours." Barbara disconnected and tossed her phone onto the bed and flopped down beside it to consider what to do next. * * * Cindy Kelly stood up from behind her desk and extended her hand towards her potential client. "Mr Darlington, I am pleased to meet you. My name is Cindy Kelly. Please have a seat," and she gestured to the guest chairs in front of her desk. "Would you like some coffee?" Darlington ignored the offered hand and after inspecting the chair as if looking for contaminants sat down. "I was expecting to see that blonde detective with the big hooters," he said, also ignoring the offer of coffee. Cindy sat back in her chair. "Nancy? She is out of town on another case. I'm her partner and I'm sure I can handle any problem you might have." The red haired detective wasn't about to tell this pompous idiot that Nancy was more than just out of town and was probably off saving the universe or something in another dimension. She also knew she wasn't up to Nancy's standard when it came to kicking ass and taking names, but she rather doubted Darlington's problem was going to require anything she couldn't handle. "I supose you will have to do then," sighed Darlington. "You might have seen the news about the break-in at my house?" "I did," agreed Cindy. "I know it only happened last night and that the police are looking into it, so I am a little surprised you have already given up on them and are consulting a private detective." Darlington gave a thin lipped smile. "We both know the Delta City PD are on the whole as incompetent as they are corrupt. There were a few million stolen in cash and jewelry, but that is at best a minor annoyance. The jewelry is covered by insurance and who knows, maybe even the Delta City PD might stumble over them in some pawn shop. What I did not tell them was that there were certain documents that were also stolen from a safe. These documents are highly confidential and I want them recovered without their existence becoming known to anyone." Cindy did her best Nancy impression and arched an eyebrow at Darlington. "You trust a mere private eye to know about something, but not the police? Should I be flattered?" Darlington scowled at her. "You and your absent partner have a reputation for being honest according to the inquiries I made with some people I know such as Robert Hood. Besides, if you aren't and try to screw me over, you will be relatively easy to squash." "Ah, fear and intimidation do make for a good working relationship," said Cindy sarcastically, but it seemed to go right over Darlington's head. "Fine, I charge $500 a day plus expenses and one percent of the value of any valuables recovered. I will bring a contract with me to sign when I come to your house to check things over after lunch. Does that work for you?" Darlington nodded and got up. "Remember this is all confidential and if you cross me, then I will swat you like a bug." He didn't wait for a reply or see Cindy stick her tongue out at his back as he left the office. * * * Two hours later, Cindy was examining the safe in Darlington's study. Like the security system for the house itself, the safe was state of the art and supposedly unbeatable, except that someone had defeated it. "I would like to take a look around the rest of the house," said Cindy. "Maybe I wwill see something the police missed." Darlington scowled, but nodded his agreement. "You can find me here when you are done looking around." Cindy was mainly hoping to discover exactly where the thief had gotten in and starting with the ground floor had checked all the windows and doors for signs of tampering and had found none. She was on the second floor and had just opened a bedroom door when she found something, but it had nothing to do with the breaki-in at first lance. What she found was a girl with glittering white hair and the chauffeur. Being a trained private eye, Cindy deduced that the man was the chaufeur from the uniform discarded on the flor as the girl was riding his hard cock in a reverse cowgirl position. "Who the fuck are you?" demanded the girl as she paused in her exertions. The man's view of the door was totally obscured by the woman on top of him and so he hadn't realized anyone else had come into the room and he continued to thrust his cock in and out of the dripping pussy of the girl. "im the private eye your father hired to look into the robbery," replied Cindy who watched as the still oblivious man groped and squeezed the girl's large breasts. Apparently, he was having to good of a time to even notice his bed partner was talking to a third party. "Oh yeah, he mentioned something about a private dick," snickered the girl. "You are kind of cute, even if you are a bit flat chested. Why not come in and join us?" "A tempting offer, replied Cindy and it truly was as the girl was extremely beautiful and the cock ramming in and out of her pussy looked very respectable. "I'm afraid I've got to decline though as I am on the cloc. You two have fun and perhaps I will have a chance to talk to you later." "The girl shrugged. "Your loss," she said and went back to gyrating up and down on the cock filling her pussy. "Huh? Did you say something?" Cindy heard the befuddled man asking as she closed the door and moved down the hall to the next room. As tempting as the offer to join in the fun had been, and it certainly had made her pussy twitch, Cindy knew it just wasn't a good idea. It wasn't just unprofessional, but also highly dangerous. Nancy had recounted to her the story of her run in with Wendy Darlington and her three rich friends. They had all acquired super powers in yet another freak accident which by all rights should have killed them. The quartet had called themselves the Sorority and set out on a minor crime wave of petty theft and even pettier revenge against anyone they had thought had slighted them in any way. They had gone after Nancy to try and prove how bad ass they were and her partner had after some difficulty taken them down. Being all from rich families, the four girls had beaten all charges brought against them, but getting into bed with any of that group would be about as smart as climbing into the tiger cage at the zoo and teasing it. Cindy wondered if Wendy could be behind the robbery as an inside job would explain how the alarm system had been so easily bypassed. [Author's Note: Nancy's run in with the Sorority happened at the end of Delta City PI #16 and continued into #17.] It wasn't until she was examining one of the attic windows that Cindy discovered something useful. There were fine marks on the alarm wires covering the window. The marks were consistant with what you would expect if a bypass had been rigged to allow the window to be opened without setting off the alarm system. Looking down from the window, Cindy saw a forty foot drop onto a concrete slab. It would take someone with Spiderman type skills to climb that wall, or looking up into the bright blue sky, someone who could fly. * * * Barbara Cummings jumped when the door buzzer sounded. Cursing herself for her nerves, she crossed to the wall and pressed a button before leaning in to speak clearly into the mic. "Yes?" she asked. "I'm looking for Barbara Cummings," said an unfamiliar female voice. "My name is Cindy Kelly. I'm a private detective working on a case and would like to talk to you, assuming you are Barbara Cummings that is." Barbara hesitated before speaking. "Hold your PI license up to the camera," she instructed and pressed another button to activate the camera feed from the security camera outside the front doors of the highrise condo building she lived in. She glanced at the license and then at her visitor's face. She really didn't want to talk to this woman, but telling her to fuck off would probably just make her more suspicious. "I can give you a few minutes," she finally said reluctantly and pressed the button to open the security doors. "It's the top floor, press P in the elevator." "Nice place you have here," said Cindy as she stepped inside the foyer which looked larger than her entire apartment. "I don't think I have been in a penthouse suite before. I can't even begin to imagine how much this place must have cost you." "Super models are well paid," smirked Barbara. "Strange, but I haven't seen you on a magazine cover or in a television ad lately," remarked Cindy as she walked around the room looking at the paintings on the walls. "You know, I took a couple of art appreciation classes when I got my criminology degree," continued Cindy, "and I could swear a couple of these paintings look like originals. This one looks like a Jackson Pollock?" Barbara ignored the comment and the question, feeling the woman was just trying to bait her. "Why exactly have you graced me with your presence Cathy?" "That would be Cindy," corrected Cindy with a smile to show she knew the wrong name was a deliberate snub. "Did you hear about the robbery at the Darlington house last night?" "I might have heard something on the news," said Barbara raising one hand to wave vaguely at the large screen television on one wall. "I think Tonya O'Donnell was blathering about something. I fail to see, however, what that has to do with you coming to see me." Cindy shrugged. "You were a guest at a party the Darlingtons threw about a month ago." "So? I think were at least two hundred other people if I recall," snapped Barbara. "Getting invited to a posh party is hardly suspicious." "True," agreed Cindy. "I did talk to Rance Gibbons, the star pitcher for the Delta City Dynamos. He seemed to recall you were all over him when you learned he was invited to the party and that you practically begged him to take you as your date." "He is rather full of himself," retorted Barbara. "The leach was nothing but a pair of groping hands from the moment I got into his car to go to the boring party. He wanted someone on his arm to show off. You could have easily got his fingerprints from off my ass or tits by the time I got home." Cindy nodded. "Yes, I've read the gossip about him. I wonder where else on your body I could have found fingerprints the next morning?" Barbara bristled. "I don't have to take crap like that from you or anyone. I suggest you get the fuck out of my place." "Sure thing," agreed Cindy amiably. She walked towards the front door and then did her best Colombo and snaped her fingers as she turned around. "Oh, I almost forgot. You were also at parties held by the Carmichaels and the Wilkersons, both of whom were also robbed. I looked over the Darlington house carefully and found the attic window where the robber got in. I think there are only one or two people alive who could have climbed that wall and bypassed the alarm system. It has been a while since Esha has made the papers. Good night Ms. Cummings." After exiting the condo building, Cindy settled down at a window seat in the Starbucks on the corner which had a line of sight to the condo's front door. She figured she had put a sufficient scare into Barbara to get some kind of a reaction. No one was supposed to know that Barbara Cummings and the notorious cat burglar Esha were the same person. Cindy only knew because Nancy had told her and even then she had found it difficult to believe. Esha had been captured and unmasked several times by Ms. Americana and other heroines, but thanks to the reboot device, no one ever remembered it happening. The weird thing was even if you put pictures of Esha and Barbara side by side and saw how identical they were give or take the mask she wore, you still couldn't really bring yourself to accept the truth. Cindy suspected this latest indication of the Clark Kent effect was caused by the reboot mechanism trying to protect Aphrodites, even ones who lived outside the law like Esha. Even as she sat there drinking coffee, Cindy felt her mind trying to forget the information Nancy had imparted to her and had to glance down at the line she had written in her notebook. "Barbara Cummings is Esha." and below that she had written "Ben is Glory". A half hour passed and Cindy saw Barbara Cummings exit the condo building,glance around and head off down the street. Cindy stoo up and quickly followed after her. Barbara was clearly trying to make sure she wasn't followed and it took all of Cindys tailing skills to stay with her through several bus transfers and trips through crowded stores with multiple exits. She was confident Saul Panzer would have been proud of her ability to stick with her target. well right up to the point where she lost her when Barbara ducked out the back door of the lingerie shop she had gone into. * * * "Are you sure you weren't followed?" asked the man as Barbara slipped into the motel room. "Of course I'm sure," snapped Barbara. "I saw that flat chested PI following me like a bloody amateur and lost her without any problem. Now I want to know what the hell is going on." "What do you mean?" the man asked trying to look innocent. "Don't try and bullshit me Buzz," retorted Barbara. "Or should I call you Agent Parsec? When I cut the deal with the FBI, one of the conditions was that no one was to know about my relationship with Esha!" Barbara glared at Buzzz, not openly admitting she was the notorious cat burglar, even here in a motel room where she had no reason to think anything she might say would be overheard. "The bureau has kept its end of the bargain," replied Buzz calmly. "Ms. Kelly is a former policewoman, but no one on the local cops force knows about you, including that idiot Borden." "Then how does she know?" demanded Barbara. "She just might be guessing," said Buzz. "Though there is the matter of her partner." "Her partner?" sneered Barbara. "The one they call Detective Boobs The one who made a porno at the Ritz Hotel and worked as a stripper? How the fuck would a bimbo like that know anything more than two plus two?" "I wouldn't be so hasty," answered Buzz. "There is a file on her at the bureau. A very thick file and one even I am not authorized to see. All I could learn is that some of the analysts think there is more to her than most people think. A certain special agent whose name is top secret is the author of that file. It is probably all nonsense, but it might not be. It might be that all her public adventures or notoriaty if you prefer was just a cover for her undercover work." "Yeah, I heard she spent a lot of time under covers," snickered Barbara. Buzz shrugged. "I don't know what the real story is. I'm just telling you the office gossip so to speak." "Fine," replied Barbara, "it doesn't matter at the moment. What does matter is that I don't like being set up!" "I don't have a clue what you are talking about," replied Buzz. "Fuck you," retorted Barbara. "You and by that I mean the fucking bureau asked me to assess the security of several wealthy Delta City citizens. I was told to report how I would go about robbing them and then that information would be used to upgrade their security. The term these days in security is 'penetration testing', but now three of the places I scouted for the bureau have been hit and I don't fucking believe it is a coincidence. You have someone in your office who has gone rogue and is probably setting me up to take the fucking fall." "You could be right," sighed Buzz. "Just take it easy for now though and let me look into things." Suddenly he reached out and cupped one of Barbara's breasts through her blouse. "As for penetration testing, I'm all in favour of that." Barbara gave a soft moan as Buzz continued to fondle her boob with expert dexterity. She wasn't sure she could trust the bastard as far as she could throw him, but now her Aphrodite gene was engaged and she could always squeeze his balls until they burst later if he tried to double cross her. Stepping back, Barbara began to unbutton her blouse. "Get your fucking clothes off," she told Buzz as she dropped her blouse on the floor, revealing the tiny black bra that was losing the battle to contain her huge jugs. Buzz leered at her tits and a bulge formed in his pants which slightly hampered his attempt to remove them too quickly. By the time he managed to get his pants down, Barbara's bra, skirt and panties had joined the blouse on the rug and the platinum blonde super model was naked. She gave him a shove with two hands on his chest, toppling Buzz onto his back on the bed and she crawled on top of him like some big cat preparing to dine on its prey. Barbara yanked the polka dotted boxers down and Buz's large cock sprang into view. Barbara's tongue flicked over the dribbling tip, tasting the precum and then she wrapped her lips tight around it and began to apply pressure with them even as her tongue continued to work on the bulbous head. "Oh fuck baby that feels so good," moaned Buzz as he ran his hands through the soft silken tresses of the former thief. Barbara didn't reply, but just kept taking more and more of Buzz's cock into her mouth until the entire length had disappeared between her lips. She held the throbbing cock in her throat for several long moments and then began to bob her mouth up and down on it. It was only a few minutes work and then she was rewarded with a thick, warm mouthful of cock cream that she swallowed. This was followed by several more delicious mouthfuls that all ended up in her stomach. "Now time for round two," said Barbara with a smile as she straddled the still hard cock and with her hands guided it towards her opening. She was sopping wet by now and the huge cock slid inside her without any trouble. * * * Any idea who she is meeting with?" asked BB as she slipped into the passenger seat of the blue Honda Civic that Cindy had inherited from Nancy as it sat parked in the motel parking lot. "Nope," replied Cindy, "but I will get a look at whoever it is when they come out." "She sure made a beeline for this place once she thought she had lost you," said BB. "She never bothered to look up to see I had picked up the tail." * * * It was almost one in the morning when Cindy heard the faintest of sounds at one of the downstairs windows of the Hood house. She had not bothered to mention to Barbara Cummings that she knew the super model / thief had attended parties at a fourth house besides the three that had already been robbed. Obviously, the parties had been opportunities for Esha to scout her potential targets. Having been tipped off that Cindy was onto her, the smart thing would have been to forget about the fourth target, but everything Cindy had read about Esha was that she was an adrenaline junkie who considered herself smarter than the police, the superheroines like Ms. Americana and pretty much the entire known universe. Rather than back off, Cindy was sure the thief would make a brazen robbery figuring no one would expect her to do it. Nancy had helped Robert Hood out on two previous occaisions, so he had been more than willing to listen to Cindy and had agreed to leave the house empty while his entire household roughed it for one night at the Ritz Hotel. Cindy had been surprised when she had identified the person in the motel room with Barbara as one Buzz Parsec, an agent assigned to the Delta City bureau of the FBI. If Barbara / Esha had cut a deal and was now cooperating or even working for the FBI, then Buzz was likely her "handler" though he seemed to be taking that role a little two literally from the sounds of the moans that had leaked out of the motel room. It also seemed likely that Barbara was using her best weapon, her body, to befuddle the FBI agent while she continued in her old criminal ways. Cindy had been patrolling the house since darkness fell and now she sat down in Robert Hoods comfortable desk chair in his dark study and waited silently. A few minutes later, the window of the study slid upwards and the top of the line alarm system didn't make a peep as a figure slipped through the window and closed it. Cindy waited until the figure was halfway to the study door before turning the room smart lights on with a remote control. "Gosh, I am so surprised," remarked Cindy as she pointed her gun at the black bikini clad blonde who stood there blinking in the sudden bright light. "Well if it isn't the flat chested private eye," sneered Esha who posed defiantly with her hands on her hips and her mighty chest thrust forward. "I was rather expecting to find you here, but not quite this quicly." In truth, the thief had never entertained any such thoughts, but she was damned if she would admit that anyone could possibly have outwitted her. "Jeez, that is the second 'flat chested' insult I have had today," sighed Cindy looking down briefly at her chest, but keeping her gun trained on Esha. "I know my C cups aren't in the same league as those watermelons you have glued on your chest, but I also don't think I am going to have the back trouble you will have when you are older." Esha rolled her eyes at this. "I'm an Aphrodite and my back muscles are more than up to supporting my girls. Now why don't you be a good little normie and put that gun away before I am forced to take it from you. It will save you a few bruises and maybe a broken bone or two." "You are welcome to try," replied Cindy, but before either of them could say anything more, the lights suddenly went out. Both women acted almost instantaneously and leapt towards the last known position of the other with the result they collided heavily and fell in a tangled heap on the floor. They began to wrestle in the pitch black room. Esha was by far the stronger of the two, but she relied mainly on her enhanced physical strength and didn't have Cindy's martial arts and wrestling training. When the lights came back on just as suddenly as they had gone off, the two women were chest to chest with Cindy on top and her left hand handcuffed to Esha's right hand instead of both of Esha's hands being cuffed together as had been the plan. "Let me go you idiot," hissed Esha tugging at her captured hand, "or I will rip your arm off." "You twitch a muscle and my knee is going to make its acquaintancewith your overused cunt," replied Cindy as she lifted her body upwards to a threatening position. "Stop interfering you stupid bitch," snarled Esha. "I didn't come here to rob this place." "Oh of course not," sneered Cindy. "Pull the other one, its got bells on you bimbo. If you didn't come here to rob this place, then why are you here?" "Probably trying to stop me," said a male voice from the study door which had been opened so quietly that the two bickering women had not heard it. Cindy gaped at the figure. The man wore a skin tight black one piece suit with his face covered by a hooded mask with a bird like beak. On closer inspection, the texture of the outfit made it look like feathers and there were what appeared to be a pair of mechanical wings folded down over his back. "Who the fuck are you?" demanded Cindy. "You can call me Buzzard," replied the man and lifted his hands to point at Cindy and Esha. The private eye had just a second to realize there were some kind of metal gauntlets on his wrists when they fired an electrical charge into them both and the room returned to darkness. * * * When Cindy regained consciousness, she could feel a warm body under her with no sensation of any clothing in the way. Sure enough, when she opened her eyes, she discovered she was naked, as was Esha who lay under her, still unconscious. A second pair of handcuffs now joined their other wrists together and in addition, several loops of rope helped join them together at the waist and around their necks. Cindy tried to pull back and then gasped as she realized there was also something buried deep in her pussy that try as she might to crane her head for a look, she couldn't see. "Ah, I think you have discovered the dildo," snickered Buzzard who Cindy could just make out from the corner of her eyes as he sat perched on the desk. Cindy was preparing a reply when suddenly below her, Esha's eyes snapped open and the private eye felt the thief try and shift out from under her. The thief gave a loud gasp that mirrored the one Cindy had just issued and froze in place. "Did I forget to mention it was a two headed dildo?" snickered Buzzard. "I found several caches of sex toys when I was searching the house. It seems the ladies who live here must have a lot of fun in bed. You two go ahead and struggle all you want. There is nothing I like better than watching a couple of naked babes rubbing their bodies against each other." "Fuck you Buzz," snarled Esha, staring at the man. "Ah, you guessed who I am," laughed Buzzard and pulled his mask up to reveal the face of FBI agent Buzz Parsec. "I knew it was you before I heard your lame dead giveaway name," sneered Esha. "It was you who picked out the four houses for me to do my penetration testing. You took my reports and used them to stage the break-ins." "Very good my dear Esha," replied Buzzard as he clapped his hands a few times in mockery. "Too bad you will take that deduction to the grave with you." Cindy looked from Esha to Buzzard, trying to keep her body as still as she could, but every slight movement seemed to wring a small gasp of pleasure from her body. "What's up with the stupid outfit?" she asked. "It's a state of the art piece of technology from Wade Enterprises," replied Buzzard. "They sent it to the FBI for testing. It is designed to allow law enforcement to provide aerial support. The wings are mostly for show as it uses some kind of anti grav generator powered by this battery on my belt. It also comes with a pair of stun gauntlets as you have already experienced." "What about the rest of your plan?" asked Cindy. "I beg your pardon?" replied Buzzard. "Well you made a not so subtle threat," replied Cindy, "so I assume you have more exposition of your plan in mind in the grand tradition of the super villain." Buzzard shrugged. "There is not much left to tell." He gestured to a package on the desk beside him. "There is enough explosive in there to destroy this house. When the police find what is left of your bodies, they will blame the break-ins on Esha and figure you either were her accomplice or died trying to stop her. I've got millions from the four robberies and will be long gone from the country to one where there is no extradition treaty enjoying my retirement thanks to my self financed pension plan. Do you require any more details before you die??" Cindy shrugged and suppressed a small moan as the dildo shifted inside her. "Nope, Im good, how about you Esha?" "No, I've heard all I want to," snapped Esha. "You are so going to pay for this Buzz." "Only if there really is an afterlife for us to meet in," replied Buzzard as he shouldered a backpack that apparently contained whatever goodies he had liberated from Hood's house. "The explosives are on a timer." He pressed a button on the box like object on the desk and a clock display lit up. "Five minutes ladies. Maybe you can bring each other to an orgasm before things go boom!" Buzzard laughed loudly and went to the once more open window. As his upper body cleared the opening, his wings unfurled and he launched himself up into the air. "This is all your fault," Cindy and Esha said in unison then they both paused to glare daggers at each other. "Look," Cindy finally said still glowering at Esha, "if you can use your mouth and press the little button on the side of the locket on the chain around my neck, it will pop out a little blade that we can use to cut these ropes." "Fine," agreed Esha. "If you can pull my right glove off with your teeth, there is a pick lock attached to the inside cuff that will open these cuffs." "You realize this is going to require a lot of contorting and squirming on both our parts," pointed out Cindy. "I am quite aware of that and the consequences," snapped Esha. "I also would like to point out that we are down to four minutes now." There was just over a minute left on the timer when the two naked women climbed to their feet and stood looking down at the bomb. Cindy had two orgasms while they twisted and writhed in their attempts to get out of their bonds. She wasn't sure, but she thought Esha had at least three which made Cindy wonder if being an Aphrodite was a good thing or a bad thing in that situation. "Let's get the hell out of here," said Esha tugging at Cindy's arm. "I'm not letting that bastard blow up Hood's house after I talked him into letting me use it for the trap," replied Cindy. "He's rich, he can buy another house," retorted Esha. "I only have one life." Cindy looked down at the bomb which was a type she recognized from her training on the police force. It had three wires, one black, one red and one white leading to the detonator. Disconnecting one of the wires would disarm the bomb; disconnecting the other two wires would trigger the bomb. There was no way to know which wire Buzzard had chosen for the disarming. "You know Buzz fairly well," said Cindy. "how imaginative is he?" "I've met dead gold fish with more imagination," replied Esha who tried to tug Cindy away from the bomb once more. Cindy nodded, reached out and yanked the black wire from the detonator. "I seem to have guessed right," she said wryly. Esha glared at Cindy. "Are you fucking nuts? You could at least have warned me you were going to do that so I had a chance to get away from your stupidity!" "He loved that black suit," was all Cindy said. "Yeah, well he is long gone now," said Esha. "Even if I can get someone at the FBI to believe me about him, he will be out of the country well before they can track him down." "Maybe yes, maybe no," replied Cindy as she walked over to the pile of clothes that Buzzard had stripped off her and took her cell phone from her jeans pocket. "You there BB?" "You bet boss," replied BB. "That guy never clued into you having left the line open on your cell phone, so I heard everything he said. I figured you would look after the bomb, so I stuck with following him." "My almost ghost is flattered at your faith in me," snorted Cindy while Esha glared at the phone. "Do you still have the suspect in sight?" asked Cindy. "Oh, you could say that," agreed BB. "You see the big advantage of being able to fly without any fancy Iron Man type devices is that there is no annoying little power pack that someone can grab off your belt when you are several hundred feet above the ground." "You didn't!" gasped Cindy. "It seemed like the thing to do," replied BB. "Hey Mr. Buzzard, do you want to say anything to my good friend Cindy who you left tied up with a bomb ticking beside her?" "Please, don't let go of me," cried a clearly frightened Buzzard. "I'll confess to everything, just tell her not to let go of me!" * * * Cindy looked through the pile of documents stolen from Darlington that she had made Buzzard cough up before she told BB to let him down safely. They proved to be a little disappointing as half of them dealt with some dubious or outright illegal land transactions. Hell, that was simply standard business practice in Delta City and would likely at worst get him uninvited from the Mayor's New Years Ball for a year. The rest of the documents were nondisclosure agreements for sexual harassment cases that Darlington had settled out of court. Again, pretty much normal among the rich and powerful of Delta City who had decided the whole #metoo movement was optional for them. Cindy dutifully made copies of all the documents to store in her safe. She disliked blackmailers on principle, but having some insurance against Darlington trying to do any bug squashing in the future seemed like a good idea to her. * * * "I'm still not sure I like sex." Harry Daniels glanced over at BB who was once more sitting in midair as he worked on the 73rd floor of the Delta City Municipal Bank building. She had recounted her adventure of the night before while eating another one of his granola bars. "From what you said, it sounds like Cindy handled that end of things," he observed. BB giggled. "That she did. Like I said, I'm not sure about the sex, but I did learn I liked the heroing part." "Do you want me to ask Martha to help you design and make a costume?" asked Harry. BB shook her head. "Nope. I think the blue hair and the mask are good enough for me." BB uncoiled herself from her cross legged position and prepared to zoom off and then paused. "Hey you missed a spot!" Harry looked at the pristine window and was about to protest her observation when he felt BB give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "made you look," she yelled as she flew off into the rising sun. She still had that Biology midterm to study for. The End