Delta City PI #24 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. Delta City and the heroines such as Ms. Americana are the property of Mr. X. Nancy and the other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use them in your own stories as long as you keep their character in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com The first thing on Nancy's agenda for the day was a stop at Delta City General Hospital to check in on Cyril. Shawna Wilson, the ICU nurse looking after Cyril reported his condition remained unchanged from the previous day, stable but still no way of knowing when he would wake up. Nancy stood beside Cyril's bed for several minutes with a hand on his shoulder as machines beeped and hummed. She vaguely recalled hearing that even people who were unconscious could sometimes still hear the voice of a loved one and take comfort from it. The private eye thought she had only really started to get to know Cyril in the last few weeks, so that hardly seemed to qualify her as a loved one. What exactly could she tell him anyway? Nancy thought about this for a second then bent down and whispered in Cyril's ear. "The Pussycat Club is still standing and I beat the crap out of the bastard who put you in here. Now get better and I will take you for a long, hard ride." Nancy fancied she saw a slight smile on Cyril's face, but maybe that was only wishful thinking on her part. * * * Shawna Wilson nodded to the blonde as she left the unit and went back into the patient's room to check the readouts on the various machines. There was a sound behind her and she turned around to see Roberta Sanchez standing in the doorway. "Is it ok if I come in and see how he is doing?" the EMT asked. "Just for a couple of minutes," cautioned Shawna as she took one more glance at the readouts. Roberta was not on the officially allowed visitor list, but Shawna knew the first responder often came to check up on patients she had brought in. The nurse thought that the woman was a bit of a good luck charm as often patients seemed to improve significantly after a visit from Roberta. The nurse slipped out the door and sat down at her computer to update the patient records. She had been doing this for a couple of minutes, when out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a blue glow coming from Mr. Tate's room through the observation window, but then it was gone, if it had ever been there and not just a trick of the light. A minute later, Roberta left the patient's room and gave her a wave of thanks on the way out. * * * Still feeling a little depressed over her hospital visit, the next thing on Nancy's to do list was to get some more definite information about Amy Charles and Eve Golden, the two women she now suspected as being Bridge's first two wives. Nick Charles, ex husband of Amy, was the owner and manager of Nick's Gym, a semi-respectable business that seemed to cater mainly to bodybuilders. Nancy found him lifting free style weights in one corner. "Nick Charles?" she asked the man as he set the weight down. Nick Charles was a large man, a few inches over six feet with close cropped black hair and looked to be about thirty. He obviously took his weight lifting seriously from the bulging muscles of his arms and legs. He glanced over at Nancy with an annoyed look at the interruption, but when he saw her, his glance lingered and clung. "Well, what can I do for you little girl?" he said breaking into what he probably thought was a friendly grin, but looked more like a leer to Nancy. When Nancy introduced herself, displayed herPI licence and explained she was looking into the disappearance of his ex-wife, the grin turned to a scowl. "I haven't seen her in years," he said. There had been just enough hesitation over the word "her" that Nancy was certain he had been about to use another, less flattering word, but had changed his mind. "When exactly was the last time you did see her?" asked Nancy. Charles delayed answering for a moment, picking up a towellto dry his hands and wipe sweat from his face. When he did speak, he ignored her question completely. "It looks like you got a nice body under that trenchcoat. Why don't you and I go somewhere private where we can get to know each other real well. After that, maybe I can answer some questions." "A charming offer," replied Nancy, "but I am not interested. Now, getting back to your ex-wife..." Charles shook his head, cutting Nancy off in midsentence. "You know, I think you are just like her. A real cock teasing bitch. You got a great body, but you don't want to share it. So, how about we make a little wager? If you can lift more weight than I can, thenI will answer your questions. If I lift more weight than you, then you give me a blow job right here. To make it fair, I will only use my left arm What do you say? You got the balls for that honey?" Nancy noticed that the other men, and they were all men, in the gym had stopped what they were doing and were now paying attention to their conversation with rabid interest. Nancy sighed. "Fine, I assume the testicles can be figurative in this case." "Huh?" said Nick. "It means, you go first," replied Nancy. Nick grinned and reached down and picked up a weight marked 250 pounds over his head using his left arm. It took some effort, but he tried not to show it, and after a few seconds he let it drop to the mat. "Your turn sweetie," he said and there was no doubt it was a leer of anticipation on his face. Nancy didn't move, but just stood there looking at Nick speculatively. "So, how much do you weigh?" she finally asked. "265," said a puzzled Nick. "What's that got to do with anything Nancy didn't reply. She just stepped forward, grabbed Nick by the collar of his top and his crotch and beforehe could blink, she lifted him up over her head and held him there with her arms extended. "When was the last time you saw yourex-wife?" she asked sweetly. * * * Nancy stepped out of Nick's Gym and got into her Honda. It seemed that Amy's marriage to Nick had lasted all of a month and Nancy was surprised it had lasted that long after meeting the charming Nick Charles. That had been nearly ten years ago, and he swore quite vehemently that was the last time he saw her. He had heard she went to some shelter or other. He had tried to find it and her, but had no luck. He said that maybe her sister might know more and quite helpfully supplied her name and address. It was amazing that if you just talked to people in the right way, how helpfulthey could be, thought Nancy. ?" Who says Fate doesn't have a sense of humour, thought Nancy as she rang the doorbell of the modest bungelow where the now Alice Atlas lived. The door was opened by a harried looking brunette, holding a baby in her arms while two kids who were not yet of school age raced around the front room screaming and shooting each other with water pistols. "Yes," said the woman in a tired voice. Nancy introduced herself and explained that she was looking into the disappearance of her sister Amy. In the middle of her explanation,the mother was hit in the back of her head with two blasts of water. She reacted by handing the baby to a startled Nancy. "Please hold him for a second," she said in n unnaturally calm voice and turned as quick as a snake and snagged each of the older children with one hand. ""Mommy told you not to use those in the house" and with that, she more or less dragged the screaming kids to the back of the house and out of Nancy's sight. The detective stood there uncertainly holding the baby. Was she doing it right? Did one elevate the head? Would it blow up if she squeezed it too hard? No, that was only for bombs she was sure. Nancy could not recall ever holding a baby in the ten years of her life that she remembered. It couldn't be that hard to do though could it? Nancy sniffed. Oh dear, it seemed the child had processed its last meal to its natural conclusion. Nancy was looking around the room, wondering if she could put the baby down safely somewhere and go find a nice gang war to referee when Alice returned, using a towell to dry herself. "I'll take Billy back now," she said extending her arms. "I gave the twins a timeout in their room and hid the waterguns. Again." As she took the baby, Alice took a sniff and came to the same conclusion that Nancy had formulated about the status of his diaper. "You were asking me about my sister. Come with me and we can talk while I change him." Nancy followed Alice into the master bedroom where there was a crib and change table crowded into the limited space. "As I said, I am looking into the disappearance of your sister. I was wondering what you could tell me about that time period when she disappeared. I talked to her ex-husband, but he didn't seem to know much." "I'm hardly shocked by that," said Alice as she undid the old diaper and the oder intensified. "She should never have married that creep and I told her that before they tied the knot. It was less than a week after the wedding when he gave her the first black eye. She ran into a door, she told me. Hah! A week later it was her other eye and I frget the excuse. that time. There were a couple more accidents, but finally one night she called me at two in the morning, sobbing and scared out of her mind. Nick had beat the crap out of her and then passed out drunk. He had said he would finish the job in the morning. I packed her into my car and drove her to a shelter." "Was that bridge House?" asked Nancy as Alice dumped the soiled diaper in a garbage bag and began to clean the baby. "Yes, thank God for that place," replied Alice. "I would have takenher in, but my husband and I were living in his parent's basement at the time. Now, I see in the paper that Bridge is in jail and I worry about what will happen to the shelter." Nancy shifted uncomfortably as Alice finished the cleaning and started to put on a fresh diaper. The detective had been so focussed on bringing Bridge down, she hadn't thought about some of the consequences. What indeed would happen to things like Bridge House? "The really frustrating thing about what happened to Amy was that she was just as strong and physically capable as Nick," went on Alice. "Nick was always a big guy, but he never got his body building obsession until after amy left him." "Amy was an Aphrodite then?" asked Nancy who had seen pictures of the woman and had been fairly sure she was. "Yes, pity it didn't run in the family," said Alice with a slight chuckle as she looked down at her own modest bosom. "Actually, we were pretty much alike, but in highschool, some kids were fooling around in the chem lab. Not Amy, but there was an explosion and while she wasn't hurt, she realy started to develop after that. I mean really develop," said Alice holding her hands out in front of her chest as if she had a couple of watermelons attached. "She had increased strength too? Any other powers?" asked Nancy. "A lot stronger," confirmed Alice. "Maybe two or three times what I would say was normal for a girl her size. I never told anyone else this, since she made me swear not to, but what does it matter now? She was developing some kind of power where she could lift objects just by thinking at them." "Telekinisis," supplied Nancy. "Yeah, I think that was what she called it. She couldn't do really big things, maybe no more than ten pounds, but she thought she could do more with practice. She wanted to be a superhero. Can you imagine it? She even had a uniform that she made. God, was that thing skimpy! Her boobs nearly fell out of it. I think she even went out once wearing it because she told me she stopped a mugger by dropping a brick on his head." Nancy took out her tablet and showed Alice the clippings of the ten as yet unidentified heroines she had found. Alice stopped her on the third one. "That's her. I never knew anyone got a picture. She was going to call herself Psi." The picture showed a woman with long brown hair in a gold bikini, gold boots, gold gloves and of course a gold mask. Alice sighed. "Like I said, I could never understand how someone like Amy who wanted to be a superhero would allow an asshole like Nick to treat her like he did. It makes no sense." "When was the last time you saw her or heard from her?" asked Nancy. "It was about a mnth after she went to Bridge House," said Alice. "She phoned to tell me she might have a job and she was going to an interview. She wouldn't tell me what the job was and that kind of worried me. She used to tell me everything, or most things I guess. She said someone at Bridge House had put her onto this job, so that sort of made me feel better about it. I never heard from her after that." Alice paused for a long moment and then looked Nancy in the eyes. "I still sometimes hope that she is still alive out there somewhere, lost, unable to get home. Do you think she is dead?" and that question ended on a sob. "I am sorry, but I think she is though I honestly don't know for sure," said Nancy. "I promise to get you an answer though, one way or another." * * * Sergeant Jimmy Golden was a U.S. Marine, stationed at the base just outside Delta City. "I was overseas in Iraq when my sister hooked up with that bastard," he growled over his coffee cup as the two of them sat in the mess. "Probably a good thing too, because I probably would have killed him for hitting her." "But you don't think Ronald Bassett had anything to do with her disappearance?" asked Nancy who took a sip of her coffee and tried not to insult the corps by making a face at their coffee.. "No," replied Sergeant Golden. "Eve had moved out and went to that Bridge House place. Our folks are down in Atlanta, so there was nowhere else for her to go with me away. Eve stayed there a couple of months and Bassett was long gone by then. Last I heard, he was somewhere in Montana." Golden gave a rueful smile. "I know that because I had half a mind to look him up if you know what I mean, but I never followed up on that." Nancy nodded. "Is there anything more you can tell me about what happened to Eve after she left Bassett and went to Bridge House?" "She did email me about the possibility of some kind of a job. She had wanted to be an actress in highschool. I don't think there is much in the way of acting jobs in Delta City, but she said someone at Bridge House put her onto the job, so I figured it must be ok." "Do you know if your sister was an Aphrodite?" asked Nancy. Golden actually blushed wich is something Nancy didn't think Marines did. "Yeah," he said finally. "Her um bazookas were huge. I used to kid her about them. Besides wanting to act, she used to talk about being the next Ms. Americana. She told me that she could make herself invisible. I never saw her do it and I ain't trying to be funny when I say that." Not all the clipings had pictures to go with them, but in one of them, a thug who was running out of a liquor store he had just robbed swore he had been tripped by an invisible woman who had laughed at him and kept knocking him down until the police arrived. "That could have been her," shrugged Sergeant Golden. "I know she said something about all the good names for an invisible hero being taken. I think she said there was already someone called Spectre Girl?" * * * Before she had left home, Nancy had called Robert Hood to see if she could see him. The man had sounded very happy to hear from her and that seemed unusual to the blonde private eye. Hood was a satisfied previous customer, but the usual reaction of people to hearing from a private eye out of the blue wasn't normally pleasure. It was more like "I wonder what she thinks I did". The maid Marian met Nancy at the door and Nancy was relieved to see that the woman was in a traditional and slightly conservative uniform and not the "sexy maid" version she had greeted Nancy with last time when the whole household had been under the influence of some fertility statue that Hood had been sent. Hood rose to greet Nancy and shake hands when Marian showed her into his office and that was another good sign as Jeny Tuck his confidential assistant, was sitting demurely in a chair next to the desk and not under it like last time. Still,all three of them, Marian, Hood andJenny seemed on edge as if something was bothering them. Nancy sat down in one of the guest chairs and Hood settled himself behind his desk as Nancy started to explain why she had come. "I wanted to get your opinion on this," she said as she called up the email from Wiggins to John Smith about Max Goosen and his concerns. Hood read the email and swore and then smiled an apology at Nancy. "I knew Goosen," he said. "He was a good man and I thought something was fishy when I heard about his death, but had absolutely nothing to go on besides my suspicions." "Anythoughts on what he said about substandard materials and those mysterious electronics boxes he was talking about?" ventured Nancy. Hood frowned. "As you know, the substandard materials thing is just about the oldest trick in the construction business for anyone who is unscrupulous. The projects mentioned here aren't mine, but I can talk to our useless Mayor and suggest his political hide is in danger if these things are true. I also know Tonya O'Donnell has been asking around regarding similar allegations. I am not sure she believed me when I insisted that my buildings are all up to code or better. As for those electronics boxes, they could just be updated computer equipment. Things change so quickly that sometimes new things are added at the last moment such as a new version of WiFi or a new Ethernet standard." "Bridge Electronics is the sub contractor on one of our new office buildings," put in Jenny with a frown. "It wouldn't hurt to have someone take a look at things to make sure they are on the up and up, especially with Bridge in jail now." Hood nodded. "That sounds sensible. Who do we have that has the skill and that we can trust?" "I'm not sure, I will have to look into that" said Jenny with a frown. Nancy started to open her mouth to suggest Pari, the young woman who had fixed her tablet. If Sanctuary was gone, however, then she had no idea about how to contact her, assuming she still existed in this reboot, so she said nothing. * * * Captain Glory listened to the sound of his motorcycle engine with satisfaction. The new spark plug he had just installed seemed to have solved his engine problems for now. He shut off the engine and contemplated what to do next. The service station guy had not seemed surprised when a costumed hero walked in asking for a spark plug, but he had seemed surprised he was male. Oh well, they were going to have to get used to that, he thought. At that point, three men came running out of the convenience store attached to the service station whose parking lot he and his motorcycle still sat in. The men wore hoods and were waving guns around wildly in the air. Captain Glory knew a robbery when he saw one and what to do. He unslung his shield from his back and had just taken two steps towards the men when someone rushed past him in a blur of red and bare skin. "Don't worry gramps, I got this one," said a young female voice in a slightly mocking tone. Captain Glory watched as the busty young woman in a skimpy red uniform dashed towards the men and threw the red, white and blue shield at the robbers. A proper round shield noted Captain Glory with a bitter twist of his mouth as he regarded his servicable square one. Click. Click. Click. The soaring shield knocked the guns out of the hands of the three robbers and spun in a tight arc back to the waiting left arm of the woman who had thrown it. The woman had not stopped running and now she smashed one of the robbers in the face with her returned shield, punched the second one in the face and then spun and kicked the third. Three seconds or less and all the robbers were out cold. Also, one of her boobs had popped out of her top. "If you got your flip phne handy old man, you can call the cops to pick up these guys," said the woman and then noticed her exposed boob and tucked it back into her top with little apparent alarm over this accidental exposure. Gramps? Old man? He wasn't even 40 thought Captain Glory, and of course he had a reliable flip phone. Who wanted some silly iPhone 17 or whatever the kids were using these days? "Who the hell are you?" he demanded and not waiting for an answer went on, "and I could have handled those punks myself!" The young woman held up her gleaming shield. "Duh!" was all she said and then she was gone. * * * Nancy had just tucked her tablet back into her trenchcoat pocket and was starting to rise when Hood cleared his throat, glanced at Jenny and then back to her. "Er, you might have noticed when you phoned that I was glad to hear from you. In fact, I had been planning to call you myself to discuss a little um problem we are having." Nancy sat back in her chair and arched an eyebrow. "I do hope no one has sent you any more unsolicited gifts?" "No, but it, the problem I was referring to, might be related to that damned statue," said Hood with unaccustomed heat. "It is something that affects everyone in the household. I had asked the others to wait in the front room while we discussed your business first. With your permission, we might best adjourn to there to discusss the matter?" Nancy nodded and the three of them trooped into the front room where they foundMarion, the cook Mrs. O'Dell, the chauffeur John Little and Hood's twin daughters Sherry and Iphagia or Iffy as she was normally called waiting for them. All of them looked less than happy and kept their eyes lowered as if embarrassed about something. "I believe that I mentioned to you about my feelings toward Ms. Tuck," began Hood as he settled into a large chair. Nancy nodded and he went on after another glance at Jenny. "I also said that I felt acting on my feelings towards an employee would be inappropriate?" Another nod from Nancy. "So, I um suggested to Jenny that if she wanted ..." "He proposed to me," broke in Jenny. "It was the most unromantic stiff proposal in the history of love and it was wonderful. He kept saying things like 'yu don't have to' and 'I don't want to pressure you' and 'I won't hold it against you if you say no' and more along that line for about five minutes." "Yes, well uh Jenny eventually put me out of my misery and said 'yes'," said Hood. "Don't you just love his stiff English upper lip?" giggled Jenny, but then her voice sobered quickly. "Only, only we ran into problems." "Congratulations on your engagement, but what kind of problems are you talking about?" asked Nancy glancing around the room and wondering how this affected the others gathered here. "Well, we, uh, well we felt that since we were going to be married, it would be alright if we um consummated our physical relationship," said Hood running a finger around the collar of his impeccably tailored dress shirt. "Daddy and Jenny decided to fuck," put in Sherry bluntly. Hood glared at his daughter for a moment and then sighed. "My daughter has put it rather crudely, but she is factually accurate. When Jenny and I, however, attempted to achieve our goal, we were unable to do so." "I don't mean to be flippant," said Nancy cautiously, "but er there are pills for that kind of thing and wouldn't um a sex counsellor be more appropriate to discuss this with than a private eye? I also don't see how this involves the rest of the people in the house." "The problem was not in achieving an erection," said Hood after clearing his throat and absolutely refusing to look at his two daughters. "It was that neither Jenny or myself could achieve a satisfactory conclusion no matter what we did." "Daddy and Jenny couldn't cum," said Iffy as she interpreted. Once more Hood glared at a daughter, but then shrugged and turned back to Nancy. "Again, my daughter is factually correct. Jenny and I initially attributed this inability to stress, but it seems that women have a tendancy to share their intimate moments more openly than men and ..." "And, Ellen, Marion and I discussed it over coffee," put in Jenny. "And we told Jenny that neither of us had been able to climax either since that statue incident," added Mrs. O'Dell. "In my case, there was no one else involved so to speak as my husband took his drunken ass elsewhere many years ago." "Ah, the cucumber didn't do the trick I take it?" asked Nancy. "No," said Ellen O'Dell and blushed. "Neither did several other methods I attempted." "Nothing seems to help," said Hood. "I er took some of my clients to your show the other night with the hope that some visual stimulation would help alleviate the problem, but it was not successful." "Daddy thought watching you strip would help him jerk off and cum," supplied Sherry with a snicker. "Whatever would I do without my loving daughters to explain things," sighed Hood. "Maybe I can find out by sending you both to boot camp." "I think we are too old for that threat and you would miss us too much," said Iffy. "And the rest of you have um, the same problem?" asked Nancy looking around. John Little put up his hand for attention before he spoke. "Yes ma'am. I am sure you remember what you showed me in the parking lot that night and I had rather hoped it would also stimulate me sufficiently, but when I got back into the limo, there was no response from my little soldier." "Oh, I have seen it and it isn't so little," said Sherry. "What about you girls?" asked Nancy quickly as she saw Robert Hood start to open his mouth to inquire about that statement. Sherry and Iffy looked at each other and then Iffy spoke for both of them. "Neither of us can either. To be more polite and less crude, we attempted various methods that we have used in the past with no success." "Make it unanimous," said an unhappy looking Marian. "I even tried my old reliable washing machine set on the high intensity cycle and couldn't get off." "And it seems to be getting worse," interjected Jenny. "How so?" asked Nancy, fascinated despite herself. Jenny got up and went over to Robert Hood who was plainly uncomfortable about this, but didn't move as Jenny bent down and tried to kiss him. There was a spark or something and Jenny stumbled backwards a few feet. "We can't even kiss now." "Or touch ourselves," added Sherry. "Or even watch anything erotic," said John Little. "I tried to watch the video of your performance Ms. Nancy and it felt like someone was driving a spike through my eyes." "We all think it must have something to do with that statue," said Robert Hood. "It is the only common denominator." "That seems like a reasonable assumption," agreed Nancy, but I don't see what I can do about it. This seems way out of my range of expertise" At that moment, a phone began to ring. Everyone automatically checked their phones and shook their heads. None of their phones were ringing. "Do you still have a landline?" asked Nancy finally as the phone kept on ringing. Hood shook his head. "We weren't using it, so I had it disconnected." Nancy got up and walked around the room trying to locate the source of the ringing. She finally opened a cabinet and pulled out an old landline that didn't have any cable connected, but was still ringing. "Hello?" said Nancy a bit nervously as she picked up the receiver as if afraid it would explode. "Hello whore," said a familiar voice. "It took you long enough to answer." "Hello Danielle," replied Nancy without any enthusiasm. "I'm busy at the moment, can we talk later?" "Ah well, the Hood's problem is why I called. Why don't you just put the speaker on and sit back so I can explain it to everyone." Nancy made a face, put the unconnected phone on the coffee table in the center of the room and pressed the speaker button. "Good morning everyone. My name is Danielle and I am the one who sent you that statue," said the voice from the phone. At that admission, Nancy heard herself growl as the demon had told her someone else had done it. The detective had assumed that person to be Danial, for reasons unknown, but now Danielle had admitted she had lied. What a shock, thought Nancy in retrospect. "My reasons for doing so don't matter to you and frankly I am not going to explain them. Perhaps I was just bored and wanted some entertainment which you all provided courtesy of my personal whore Nancy." "Just get on with it," spat Nancy. "Ah, I see you are impatient to get started slutting around as usual," sneered Danielle. "Very well, the problems you have all been having is a residual effect of the statue. The problems will get worse as time goes on. I belive you have all noticed that?" she asked and paused. "We have," grated Hood. "Good," smirked Danielle, "so, you know what I am telling you is the truth." "You wouldn't know the truth if it bit you on the ass," put in Nancy. "Oh my, I love beingbitten on the ass," purred Danielle. "But to continue. Yourproblems will keep getting worse. Not wishing to be vulgar, but soon you wil notice certain important parts starting to rot and fall off. Eventually you will die. Do I make myself clear?" "Very clear," said Hood who was clenching his fists and had to exert control to unclench them. "May I ask why you are telling us this? What exactly do you want? Money, I presume?" "Oh my badness, no," laughed Danielle. "Money is such a human thing. I am simply looking for some entertainment this morning. The only cure for your condition is sex with the one person you all had sex with that day, the lovely Nancy." "That's insane," said Mrs. O'Dell. "We refuse to be put through that again," said Jenny angrly. Nancy could almost see the shrug in Danielle's voice. "Then you will die and die quite horribly. I am not asking very much. In fact, I am not asking you to do anything unpleasant. You all enjoyed fucking dear sweet Nancy the last time. I should think you would welcome the chance to repeat and even enhance that experience." "Even if we accepted your charming proposal," said Hood dryly, "how do we know we can believe you are telling the truth about it curing us?" Hood looked over apologetically at Nancy as he spoke. "You don't," laughed Danielle again. "You can either do what I say or wait and die in great agony. I don't much care if you do it or not. Your pain will feed me, though not as much as your lust will. Now I will leave you to arrange the details of your debauchery. You can choose to have a nice big orgy or do it in small groups or individually. Sex with the beautiful whore Nancy will cure you. It is your choice. Sex or die. I will enjoy watching in either event. If you choose the sex option over dying, I would recommend as much enthusiasm and nastyness as you can summon as that will make the cure more effective." The phone went dead. "Who exactly is this Danielle? Can we trust her to keep her word?" asked Hood, looking over at Nancy. "She claims to be a demon, and no you can't trust a word she says," replied Nancy. "I do think it is likely she is at least telling the truth about the problem getting worse. You already have evidence of that much." "Why is she doing this?" asked Jon Little. "I think she feeds off sexual energy," said Nancy. "For what it's worth, your deaths are unlikely to benefit her. I think she is plaing some other game, but what it is, I don't know." "This hardly seems fair to you," said Jenny. "If she is telling the truth, I can see what we get out of it, but what about you? We can't presume that you will do this thing." Nancy shrugged. "I don't like jumping through hoops for her and I think the time is coming soon when her trained seal is going to bite her ass and I promise you that she won't enjoy that bite at all. The short version is that I am willing to do this if you are. I think it is your best chance and it won't materialy harm me." "Howe, how do we do this then?" asked Sherry in a voice that had no humour left in it. "Well, assuming you all don't just want one big group orgy," replied Nancy, "why not just do it in the same groups and places we did it last time?" No one wanted to meet the eyes of the others in the room, but finally they all nodded their agreement. * * * "So, what should we do exactly?" asked Jenny as the office door closed behind the three of them. Nancy responded by pulling the Japanese woman to her and kissing her hard on the mouth. Jenny's eyes went wide with surprise. She knew they had come to the office to have sex, but still the abruptness of Nancy's actions took her by surprise. Nancy shoved her tongue into Jenny's mouth and wrapped her arms around the woman, pressing their boobs together. Robert Hood stood there watching, also a bit flabbergasted at the suddeness of what was happening and not sure what to do. Nancy broke the kiss and began to remove her clothes. "Sorry for the abruptness, but we can't take a chance that Danielle isn't telling the truth. We need to do this withgusto as it were to give yu all the best chance at being cured." "And if she lied?" asked Jenny as she watched Nancy peel off her blouse and let her 38F mounds out to play in the fresh air. "ThenI will try and make you die with a smile on your face," said Nancy, only half in jest as she slipped off her skirt. The detective kicked off her boots and then slid her panties down to stand there naked. "Now let's get your clothes off and we can start curing you." Jenny and Hood hesitated a moment and then began to undress, with Nancy helping to pull Jenny's dress over her head after the woman undid the buttons. The asian woman's bra and panties were quickly removed and once more the girl was startled by the suddenness of Nancy's actions as the blonde reached down and finding Jenny's pussy wet, slipped two fingers inside and began to move them in and out. "Mmmmm, maybe you wanted this more than you let on," teased Nancy as she finger fucked Jenny. "You are dripping wet already." Jenny started to blush and protest, but Nancy ended the protest with a kiss and hoped that Jenny would realize she was only saying and doing these things to crank up the atmosphere in order to give them the best chance at being cured. Hood seemed to have gathered that and he was now naked and moving behind Nancy to rub his cock over her ass. "I would love to fuck that tight ass of yours Nancy," he said leaning in to kiss her neck. "I love having it in my back door," moaned Nancy into Jenny's mouth and then turned around to face Hood and sank to her knees in front of him. "Let's just lube up that big cock of yours with some natural lube first." With that, the detective opened her mouth and took the erect cock between her lips and began to noisily slobber and drool all over it. Soon Hood's organ was drenched in her saliva and Nancy got up from her knees and leaned on the front of Hood's desk. "Ok, I think it's all ready. Shove it in and fuck my ass hard." Hood nodded and stepped up behind the blonde, pushing her legs further apart with his own and then parted her ass cheeks with his hands and aimed his hard cock at her asshole. Nancy grunted as it started to push inside her and watched as Jenny moved around to the other side of the desk and climbed on top of it with her legs spread wide. "Lick my cunt bitch," ordered Jenny and Nancy decided that the woman had gotten the message about making this good and nasty. With another moan, Nancy lowered her face to the wet pussy being presented to her and shoved her tongue deep inside the dripping slit. "That's a good bitch," said Hood in that cultureed English voice which sounded so odd saying these kind of things. "Lick her cunt slut while I fuck this wonderful ass of yours!" Hood reached around and grabbed Nancy's breasts, one in each hand and began to really slam his cock in and out of Nancy's ass while the detective went to work eating out his Japanese fiancee. After a while, Nancy switched from probing with her tongue and transferred her lips to Jenny's hard clit while bringing her fingers back into the action to ram them in and out of the tight pussy. Snik. Snik. Snik. "Oh yeah, that's it," panted Nancy. "Fuck my ass. Fuck me harder. Fuck me deeper." "I m always happy to give a whore what she wants," gasped Hood and he took one hand from Nancy's tits to slap her ass hard several times, making the office ring with the sound. "Slap my ass harder," moaned Nancy, her voice muffled by being pushed into Jenny's hot cunt. Hood nodded and hit her backside as hard as he could, making Nancy quite grateful to her healing factor once more. Hood finally gave a loud scream of pleasure as Nancy squeezed his cock with her ass and he began to cum, pumping a large, warm load into her rectum and a moment later Jenny joined her husband to be in orgasmic bliss as she squirted her juices all over Nancy's face and into her mouth. "Do you think it worked?" moaned Jenny after a few moments as she came down from her long sought after climax. "Only one way to find out," said Nancy with a grin and turned to Hood. "Give her a good fucking. I will go see Marian, but will come back and give you another dose of medicine if you think you need it." Hood's cock was still hard and there was definitely a sparkle of lust in his eyes as he pulled Jennys legs over the edge of the desk and moved between them. Before Nancy could even leave the office, the man already had his cock buried deep in Jenny's pussy and was hammering away like there was no tomorrow, which might well still be the case. * * * Nancy's estimate of Marian went up a notch when she went down into the basement and found the maid had revived her "slutty maid" outfit while she waited her turn for the cure. The girl evidently realized that being nasty was her best hope. "Ah, I see Maid Marian is ready to be ravished by her Queen," said a still naked Nancy as she walked straight up to the woman and literally shredded the flimsy outfit from her body with a few tugs. "oh no, please spare me my Queen, I am just a poor servingwench," cried Marian playing along as she tried to cover up her breasts with her hands. "Silence wench. Your Queen has not given you permission to speak," said Nancy and swatted the girl on the ass beingcareful not to hit too hard, but hard enough to turn the full round ass cheek pink. Looking around the shelves of goods, Nancy spotted what she wanted and picked up a large candle. The blonde used one hand to part Marian's labia and then she began to insert the candle with the other. "Oh no my Queeen, please don't," gasped Marian and Nancy thought there was some genuine fear in the girl's voice as she watched and felt the large candle being shoved into her twat. "Silence whore," growled Nancy and gave the woman's ass another hard ringing slap before capturing her lips in a hard kiss. Marian struggled feebly in protest as Nancy pushed the candle in deeper and deeper while grinding her breasts into those of the maid. Once Nancy had worked a good eight inches of the tapered candle into Marian's pussy, she began to pump it back and forth fucking the woman hard while still kissing her. With her tongue halfway down Marian's throat, Nancy reached around with the hand not pumping the candle in and out of the woman and suddenly shoved her middle finger up into Marian's ass and began to slide it in and out in time with her candle strokes. Nancy kept up her double assault of Marian's ass and pussy for several minutes. Sometimes going faster and sometimes slower until she saw Marian's body tense and a shudder run through it. The private eye felt a gush of liquid on the hand holding the candle and slowly eased it out and brought it to Marian's lips. Lick it clean," she ordered and Marian complied instantly. When Nancy left the laundry room, Marian was sitting on top of the washer and rubbingher clit at a frenzied pace as she screamed her pleasure to the world at being able to touch herself again. * * * When Nancy found John Little and Mrs. O'Dell in the kitchen, she discovered that they too had taken Danielle's message about going nasty to heart. "Ah, there you are Miss Nancy," said Mrs. O'Dell in her best Southern accent which wasn't half bad. "You wanted to see me ma'am?" replied Nancy meekly. "Why yes I did girl," said Mrs. O'Dell and gave Nancy's ass a slap with the large spatula that she was holding. "You have been a slutty little whore lately haven't you?" "Oh no ma'am, I haven't," protested Nancy in mock indignation. "Don't you sass your mother you nasty little slut," cried Mrs. O'Dell. "Why look at you now! You are stark naked and is that cum leaking from your ass?" "Yes ma'am," replied Nancy meekly and hung her head as Mrs. O'Dell gave her another swat on the ass with her spatula. "Well then, our punishment is going to be fitting for a nasty slut," said Mrs. O'Dell and gestured towards John Little. "Get down on your knees and suck his black cock!" "Oh no ma'am, please don't make me do that," cried Nancy putting a hand to her breast. "It would not be proper for a lady like myself to suck the member of a black man." "Then you should have thought about that before being such a tramp," said Mrs. O'Dell pushing Nancy to her knees in front of a stoic John Little. "Now take out his cock and put it in your whorish mouth." A trembling Nancy undid John's pants and slowly reached inside. Too slowly for Mrs. O'Dell who slapped her ass once more with the spatula. "Hurry up there girl. Get his cock out and get to work," the cook ordered. Moving with more fearful alacrity, Nancy pulled John's cock out and stared at the huge dribbling ebony member. There was another slap on her ass from the ever ready spatula and Miss Nancy slid the large cock between her lips. "I want to see you take the whole thing in your mouth," demanded Mrs. O'Dell and gave Nancy's ass another whack. Nancy suppressed a gigle as she took John's cock deeper into her mouth and downher throat. If she isn't careful, she is going to wear out that spatula andneed a new one to make cakes with, thought Nancy as her ass got spanked yet again. "Mmmm, such a good little white cock sucker," moaned John as he clenched his hands in Nancy's blonde hair and began to pump his hips and slide his cock in and out of Nancy's mouth. "She certainly seems to be enjoying it," observed the cook and gave Nancy another whack. "I bet you have been sneaking off and sucking lots of black dick Miss Nancy! Nancy made a muffled protest as befitted the Southern belle turned slut that she was playing and got another rap from the spatula for her efforts. With her ass stinging, Nancy heard the rustle of clothes and out of the corner of her eye saw Ellen O'Dell stripping off her clothes and then a moment later the naked woman was kneeling behind the blonde private eye and planting a big wet kiss on the now slightly pink buttocks. "Well my dear, since you are doing such a good job suckiing that cock, I will give you a reward," said Mrs. O'Dell and her mouth moved from Nancy's ass to her pussy and she ran her tongue over Nancy's pussy lips. The tall chauffeur leaned over Nancy's head as the blonde continued to slide her mouth up and down his shaft. "Is the slut wet?" he asked the cook. "Very wet," said Mrs. O'Dell as she looked up briefly with her face shining with Nancy's juices. "She obviously likes sucking your big hard black cock." John Little nodded. "I thought she did. Now I will have to see how much the little slut can take." With that, John grabbed a vice like grip on Nancy's head and began to pull it up and down on his cock as hard and fast as he could. "Mmmm, nothing like skull fucking a white bitch to make me bust my nut," hecried and picked up the pace even more. Nancy thought that maybe John was enjoyng this a wee bit too much, but she remembered Danielle's admonition and let herself go limp, letting John pull her back and forth like a rag doll while Mrs. O'Dell found her clit and began to suck on it. It took a bit of dexterity on Nancy's part, but while she got face fucked, her hands found the dropped spatula and turning it around, she rammed it into Mrs. O'Dell's pussy and as John thrust in and out of her mouth, the force drove the spatula in and out of the cook. It became a tight three way race to the finish as John emptied his balls into Nancy's throat about the same time the detective was squirting her honey over the older woman's face and the spatula did its work, bringing the cook to an earth shattering orgasm. When Nancy left the kitchen to go upstairs, John had Mrs. O'Dell bent over the stove and was banging her pussy as hard as he could while the woman begged him to do it harder still. * * * The twins had apparently decided that a little bit of lesbian incest was nasty enough that they didn't need to do any role playing and Nancy figured they were right. The private eye felt a little uneasy over the twin's sexual rlationship, but hoped once this whole statue business was behind them, that the twins might decide on a healthier sex life. Nancy picked up one of the strapons that the girls had used on her the previous time and put it on. "Alright, you two get into a 69," ordered Nancy as she lubed up the fake cock until it glistened. It took a little positioning across the bed to get the twins situated the way she wanted them, but while the two sisters began to lick each other's pussy, Nancy slipped her fake cock into Iffy and began to pump away. Once both girls were moaning loudly and starting to lose their inhibitions at repeating their statue induced incest, Nancy pulled out of Iffy and moved around the bed to plug her cock into Sherry's pussy. The detective watched with some interest as the two sisters really got into eating each other out, tongues probing into wet slits and lips fastening onto clits. Nancy would give each girl a dozen strokes of her fake cock and then switch to the other girl. The PI went back and forth between the identical cunts of the twins until they screamed in unison and began to shoot their nectar over each other's face until they looked like a pair of identical drowned blonde kittens. When Nancy went back downstairs to look for her clothes, the twins had found a large double headed dildo and were lying on top of one another kissing and driving the thing back and forth between them. Nancy was beginning to think the two sisters were not quite as innocent as they had first appeared, but who was she to judge? * * * Danial pulled his cock out of Danielle's pussy and shot a large load of cum over his sister's face and breasts as they both watched the three dimensional image they had conjured up to view the debauchery in the Hood mansion. "oh fuck, my body is fairly vibrating with energy," gasped Danial as he slumped back onto the bed. "Yes, our busty little slut really outdid herself," agreed Danielle. "I can only imagine how much better she will feed us once she is fully converted to our cause." "It is half done," smirked Danial as he offered his cock to Danielle and she licked his cum and her juices from it with relish. "Yes, little did she know that by fucking those other mortal fools, that she was not just curing them, but absorbing all that nasty energy into herself." "Along with our subliminal command," agreed Danial. "When we trigger that command, she will have no choice, but to obey and then she will be ours body and soul!" "Yes," smiled Danielle as she took another lick of her brother's cock. "Her mind is incredibly resistant to our influence, but all this time we have studied her and taken her measure. She will fall to us, just as this world will fall to us." "Very soon," promised Danial and pushed his cock into Danielle's mouth as they both watched the naked blonde jiggle down the stairs of the Hood mansion in search of her abandoned clothes. * * * Nancy sat in her Honda outside the Hood house and frowned at herself in the rearview mirror. She felt odd. She felt just a little wrong, but the only thing she could see that was odd were two tiny little red marks on her forehead as if she had been bitten by some insect. They didn't hurt or itch. She rubbed them with her hand to see if they were paint or nail polish, but they didn't wipe away. The detective didn't use makeup much,but she fished out a small kit from her back seat and dabbed a little on to cover the spots. The private eye wasn't totally certain she had done the right thing with the Hoods, but with no Witchfire around for magical help, there hadn't seemed to be any other options available to her. Danielle was not given to idle threats, and Nancy was pretty certain the Hoods would have died without her doing what she had done. Nancy sighed and put her car in gear to return to her office for a few hours before heading to the Pussycat Club for opening.. * * * Nancy had barely sat down in her chair in the office when there was a soft knock on her inner office door. She looked up to see a mousy looking woman with brown hair, glasses and a set of DD boobs. Nancy gave herself a mental slap for that last part of the description. She had been in Delta City too long, she decided, if estimating a woman's breast size was becoming second nature when first meeting them. "You're the detective right?" the woman asked as she sat down opposite Nancy when the private eye had invited her in. She kept her hands in her lap, fingers of one hand tightly entwined in the fingers of the other. "Yep, that's me," agreed the blonde. '"i'm Nancy, how about you?" The woman hesitated. "My name is Susan Clarke," she finally said like someone giving up a national security secret. "Pleased to meet you Susan. I take it you got a problem?" asked Nancy. "There is a girl that has gone missing," said Susan. "I used to always meet her for drinks after work in a little bar, but she hasn't showed up for three days and I think something has happened to her." The woman pulled out a crumpled piece of cardboard from her jeans pocket and showed it to Nancy. It was one of the private eye's business cards. "I got this somewhere. I can't seem to remember where, but I was hoping you could help me. Nancy regarded the woman for a few seconds. She was probably an Aphrodite, but one whose special abilities hadn't been activated. Nancy thought she had seen her in Sanctuary and that explained both the origin of the business card and the woman's confusion. The damned reboot had scrambled the woman's memory. The girl might not be missing, but without Sanctuary, any Aphrodite women would be much more vulnerable and this needed lookinginto. "What's her name?" asked Nancy. "Anna," replied the woman. "That's all I know. She's a TLM like me, and as you probably noticed, a little reluctant to open up to outsiders." "What is a TLM?" asked Nancy, not recognizing the term. Susan blushed slightly. "Sorry, TLM is short for Three Legged Man. There was a cartoon a few years back calledThe Tick. It was kind of quirky and there were these sort of heroes or at least people who wanted to be heroes, but they didn't have any real powers. One of them was Three Legged Man. That was his total super power and was pretty useless. TLM has become a slang term among those of us who are Aphrodites, but have either no powers or they are totally useless like having three legs." "A lot of TLMs are afraid to give out their last name or their address or much of anything. It isn't unusual for someone in our community to just vanish. We might not have the super powers, but most of us have got the boobs to make us targets for some of the people and things that infest this city," continued Susan. "So all I ever knew was Anna. I think she was a casheer at Wade-Mart, probably half time." "Anything else you can tell me about her?" asked Nancy. "I do have a picture of her," said the woman pulling out her phone. "I can send it to you." Nancy nodded and a moment later, the private eye was looking at the picture of a young woman who might be eighteen. She had dark hair, but there seemed to be odd patches of a dark purple which maybe was just a trick of the light or maybe some Aphrodite oddity. "Ok, I will see if I can find out anything," said Nancy. "I can't promise anything, but I can give it a shot." "Thanks," said Susan who then looked down awkwardly at her hands. "Look, I don't have much money, but I can't expect you to do this for free. I can probably scare up a couple of hundred bucks." Nancy was about to wave the offer away, but thought that might hurt the woman's pride. "Let me check into it a bit first," she said instead. "She might just have the flu or something and there is nothing to worry about. Those of us with our large assets need to stick together," and she flicked a glance down at her own large boobs which the blouse didn't do much to hide. Susan nodded and flashed a relieved smile at Nancy's statement, probably thinking she had found another fellow TLM, thought Nancy , and she stood up to go. She stuck out her hand awkwardly and Nancy shook it. * * * Susan had barely left when Nancy's cell phone started ringing. A glance at the display, showed it was Cindy Kelly calling from police HQ. "Nancy, you won't believe what the fuck just happened," blurted Cindy withoutletting Nancy get past the first half of "Hello". "Then I won't try," said Nancy. "Tell me." Judge French just let Bridge, Oaks and all the rest out on bail!" Cindy fairly screamed. "It just came in on my Twitter from Megan Fitzpatrick who was in the courtroom." "Is the judge insane?" asked Nancy before she remembered this was Delta City and corruption was just normal. "What conditions did he set on the bail?" "It was a milion bucks for Bridge, half a million each for Oaks and Sandor with the goons at a hundred grand. All told, it was 3.2 million and they had a certified cheque ready to hand over, almost like they knew this was coming," said Cindy sarcastically. "Any other conditions?" asked Nancy who was already reaching for her tablet. "They had to surrender their passports, which they just happened to have handy, and they are not to leave Delta City proper. They cannot go back to Bridge's private island," said Cindy. Nancy had her app running now that monitored every video camera in the city and was rapidly using its AI to search and she didn't like what she found. On the rooftop of Bridge's downtown office building were three helicopters, two large ones and one smaller. They all appeared to be in the process of beingprepped for takeoff though no one other than the pilots were on board. "They are jumping bail," snapped Nancy. "The Bridge Office building downtown. Helicopters on the roof. I am on my way there now." The detective ran for her car, pausing only long enough to snag her trenchcoat with her gun in the pocket on her way out the door. The Honda might be all dented and beat up, but the engine under the hood was not exactly standard and it was in perfect working order thanks to herself and Jake Wong. The Red Dragon mechanic was always in high demand when the Delta City Grand Prix came to town each year. the Honda screeched to a halt partly on the sidewalk in front of Bridge's downtown office building. A couple of security guards in the lobby tried to stop her as she ran for the stairs, but the detective went through them like an all-star running back heading for the endzone against a couple of Pop Warner kids. No point in using the elevator as those could be locked down with the press of a button. It was forty stories to the roof and it took Nancy three minutes. Even with her enhanced constitution, Nancy stumbled to her knees on the roof after crashing through the locked door. A hundred feet away across the rooftop, the helicopters started to lift off and Nancy could see Bridge sitting beside the pilot in the smallest of the three machines. Nancy staggered to her feet and ran across the roof and leaped into the air. Her fingers grazed the strut of the helicopter carrying Bridge and she fell back onto her back on the rooftop and just lay there watching the copter turn and head off towards the bay and Bridge's island. The last glimpse the private eye had of Bridge was the sneer of triumph on his face. Two minutes later, a pair of uniformed police officers arrived on the roof looking for the maniac who had been driving the Honda. It had taken a bit of fast talking on her part then to avoid a trip downtown. They still gave her a parking ticket even after Nancy had gotten Cindy on the phone to explain things to the two officers. On the long trudge back downstairs, Nancy wished she had brought the RPG launcher from her trunk. That would have wiped the smirk off Bridge's face permanently. * * * It was still an hour before opening when Nancy walked past Jerome into the PUssycat Club. As much as she wanted to go after Bridge herself, the detective was sure Kitty Kat wasn't beaten yet. Best to let Angela Greer and the police look after Bridge. Nancy just wasn't confident that the police under Borden and Hawk would do anything. "Detective Boobs is in the house," Nancy heard Jerome say through her ear piece as she put on her headset as she walked down the corridor to the main room of the bar. "We heard about bridge on the radio," commiserated Frank when Nancy walked into the office. Nancy gave a nod and a smile of thanks as she settled into the chair and it squeaked under her as she fired up Cyril's computer to check the schedule for the evening. Three of the outside girls had clients tonight and the blonde was tempted to try and cancel them as she was certain Kitty Kat wasn't giving up just yet despite the setbacks of the last two nights. All clients were fairly lucrative, long term ones, however, and Nancy decided to keep the appointments. She had changed hotels in all three cases and it was more likely Kitty Kat would strike for the heart which was the club itself instead of poking around the edges like she had been doing. Still, Nancy texted all three women and cautioned them to be extra careful and to contact her at the first sign of trouble. "Shit, we got incoming," snapped Frank who had been keeping an eye on the monitors. Nancy looked at the monitor Frank had moved to the central large screen which showed the parking lot and a pair of black and yellow SUVs which were disgorging a gang of thugs and the felonios feline herself, Kitty Kat. Rather than rushing the main door, however, Kitty Kat was strolling towards it at a leisurely pace holding of all things a metal stick with a white hankie tied to it. "She wants to parley?" asked an incredulous Nancy to no one in particular. "What does she think this is? Some kind of war? Well, on reflection, thought Nancy, maybe Kitty Kat was right. Before leaving the office, Nancy ordered the main door bouncer to retreat inside. "Ok, everyone back to the change room where it is safe while I talk to Kitty Kat. If all hell breaks loose, get out. I don't want anyone hurt or worse." Nancy looked around at the gathered bouncers, strippers, whores, waitresses and the rest of the staff. No one was moving. "Ok, people, get going," she ordered. "Sorry, Detective Boobs, we aren't going to run away and leave you to fight by yourself," said Trudy from behind the bar where she had stopped wiping glasses. "If the bitch wants a fight, this time she is going to have to take us all on." Nancy looked around the room in slight exasperation. These people didn't realize how dangerous Kitty Kat and her goons could be, but all she saw were the others nodding their head in agreement with Trudy. "You have looked after us, so we ain't running out on you Detective Boobs," said Penny. There was no more time for discussion, however, as Kitty Kat and her whole gang pushed in the front door. It seemed that Bridge had not been the only one to get a quick bail as Morris, Tabby, Fritz and the others she had fought all followed their leader in. The only other woman was an unknown striking blonde who slinked along half a step behind Kitty Kat. "You and your gang aren't welcome here," Nancy told Kitty Kat who stopped a few paces away. The auburn haired woman with the dark blue eyes arched an eyebrow behind her mask. "But, I come under a flag of truce to talk, not fight." "And just what do we have to talk about?" asked Nancy. "You've been trying to muscle in on the PUssycat Club and got your nose bloodied." The detective gave Fritz a wicked grin, "and other parts too!" Nancy was gratified to see Fritz wince and take half a step backwards from the teeth that had munched on his member. "Well, it is very simple, really," smiled Kitty Kat with a grin that should have sent any mice scurrying for their holes. "I am the new owner of the PUssycat Club." Nancy gave a snort that would have done Mrs. Wong proud. "Yeah and I am the Queen of England. I think you and your boys and girls should just turn around and get out." Kitty Kat shook her head and pulled out a folded piece of paper from her cleavage gave it a sniff and handed it to Nancy. "With poor Cyril incapacitated, the courts felt his interests would be best served by his mother and not some stripper and whore who is now leading the polls as the most immoral woman inDelta city. Congratulations on that by the way." Nancy glared at Kitty Kat and took the paper to study it. The paper looked legitimate, a court horder giving Veronica Tate power of attorney over the property of Cyril Tate due to his incapacitance. The ink was barely dry on a document that often took weeks or months for a court to process. "So?" asked Nancy. "You aren't Veronica Tate." Kitty Kat took out another document and handed it to Nancy. "Ms. Tate did not want to run something as seedy and disgusting as the Pussycat Club, so she signed the club over to the Delta City Improvement Committee as yu can see." Nancy took the second document and found it contained exactly what Kitty Kat said. It was a change of title signed by Veronica Tate and witnessed by three others before a Judge Wilbur French. Nancy read the Judge's name and nearly went for her gun and putting a hole in Kitty Kat's smug face. "Finally," purred Kitty Kat, "let me introduce Ms. Taneee Lion, the president of the Delta City Improvement Committee and my good friend." At this, Kitty Kat gestured to the blonde who now stepped up beside her. Nancy glared at the two women. It took all her self control not to say 'you won't get away with this!'. Instead, she said, "This will never hold up in court." In retrospect, she thought it sounded just as lame. "Maybe. Maybe not," smirked Tawnee. "But possession is nine tenth of the law. As President of the Delta City Improvement Committee, I discussed my concerns about the Pussycat Club with my good friend Commissioner Borden over supper last night. He assured me that the DCIC will have the full support of the police as we take control of this den of sin and convert it to a much more moral end." "I'm impressed," said Nancy. "You evenmanaged to say that with a straight face." "Sneer all you want," said Kitty Kat, "but the Pussycat Club is mine or rather the property of the DCIC and I have agreed to manage it for them. I expect all of you to continue on in your current positions, though of course there will have to be some slight alterations in your renumeration and hours of work." "Translation, you will be taking 90% of everything the girls earn and no more days off," commented Nancy. "One has to be competitive with similar establishments," smiled Kitty Kat. "Frget it bitch,," snapped Sahara. "I quit. Cyril and Nancy treated us right. You can't make us work for those terms. Even if the money was the same, I wouldn't work for you." There were murmers and nods of agreement from all the others. "I'm afraid, you don't have any choice in the matter," smirked Kitty Kat. "You all signed contracts and I will hold you to them." "But you just changed the terms of those contracts," protested Phoebe angrily. "So, sue me," laughed Kitty Kat. "Go to court and tell a judge you should get half the money you make from your whoring and see what happens. Never let it be said, however, that Kitty Kat is not a fair and generous woman. This is Delta City afterall and I am sure I can find all the whores I need. I will let you all out of yourcontracts on one condition." "And what is that?" asked a suspicious Trudy. Kitty Kat turned to look at Nancy. "Nancy here has caused me and my associates a lot of grief and she needs to pay for that. I will let you all out of yourcontracts with absolutely no repercussions if Ms. Nancy heregives her body to me and my associates. If she licks my pussy and spreads her legs for the others, I will let you all walk." "That is the crazies thing I ever heard of," snapped Trudy. "We won't ask her to do that!" Kitty Kat shrugged."Then you all better get used to working Palace hours and for Palace pay," said Kitty Kat, referring to the notorious whore house run by King Pimp. "What do you say Nancy?? Do you want that for your friends? If not, take your clothes off and crawl over here and start licking my cunt like a good little slut." Nancy looked around the room at the horrified and frightened faces of the people. At the horrified and frightened faces of her friends. If she did this, she might at least get them out of here tonight and not enslaved to Kitty Kat. The detective felt a sudden sharp pain. It felt like two hot spikes in her forehead, burningthrough into her brain. It made it hard to think and concentrate and she finally just gave up trying and started to remove her clothes. The detective was only dimly aware of protests as she stripped off the hooker outfit she had worn under her trenchcoat and then she was naked and crawling across the floor to a smirkingKitty Kat. "Beg to lick my pussy," said the villainess as she patted Nancy on the head like a new pet. Nancy looked up from her hands and knees. Damn, it was hard to think. "Please, mistress Kitty Kat, can I lick your pussy?" Nancy was aware of the stunned looks on the faces of her friends as Kitty Kat patted her on the head again and began to pull down her bottoms to display a shaved and gleaming pussy. "Since yu asked so nicely slut, of course you may lick my pussy." Nancy heard herself give an almost feral moan of desire and thrusting out her tongue, she shoved it deep into the dripping slit in front of her. Kitty Kat gasped and widened her stance to allow the blonde better access to her pussy, all the while patting the detective on the head, stroking her hair and face. The rest of the room and the people in it seemed to vanish for Nancy as her whole world narrowed to the wonderful tasting pussy in front of her. Nancy's tongue alternately probed into the moist rcesses of Kitty Kat's pussy and licking at her hard clit until her face was covered in the juices of the feline villainess. "Oh fuck, I never had anyone so enthusiastic and so good at licking pussy," moaned Kitty Kat as she ground her wet cunt into Nancy's face. "I might have to keep you on as my personal pussy pleaser." The woman's words were almost meaningless to Nancy at this point as she feverishly licked andsucked and probed the delicious pussy until she felt a warm blast of liquid splattering her face and filling her mouth. Nancy just kept on licking and swallowinguntil there was nothing left for her tongue to find. Kitty Kat stepped back and pulled up her bottoms. "Now you will service all of my men with your mouth, ass and your cunt," ordered Kitty Kat. "I don't think so," said a new voice and everyone looked over to where the speaker stood by the door to the back of the club. "Cyril," gasped Sahara. "It can't be, you are in the hospital, unconscious!" "Not any more," said Cyril grimly. "I will explain later." He turned back to Kitty Kat. "This farce is over. Take your goons and get out of my club." "Your club?" sneered Kitty Kat. "I have the legal documents that say otherwise." Cyril pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "My paper trumps your papers. I would have been here sooner, except I had to get this from a judge who wasn't bribed by you, to nullify your illegal transactions." The club owner limpped forward leaning on a cane and gave Kitty Kat the document to read and her face became a mask of fury as she read it. "I've come this close," snarled Kitty Kat. "I don't give a fuck what your pet judge says. We are going to take this club one way or another." Kitty Kat snapped her fingers and her goons started forward. "Over my dead body," said Nancy who had struggled back to her feet, the pain in her head having receded for the moment and her mind clearing. "Fine by me," said Kitty Kat. "I don't think you are in any shape to take on my entire gang by yourself." "She won't be by herself," said Trudy who pulled a Glock from under the bar and cocked it. "Not by a long shot," agreed Phoebe who pulled a shotgun out of her Bo Peep shepherdess crook. Kitty Kat stared around as Frank and all the bouncers, strippers, whores and waitresses pulled out a weapon of some sort. "Still want this fight?" asked Cyril calmly. "Your whores against my men? sneered Kitty Kat. "I still like the odds." "Maybe we can change your mind on those odds then," said another new voice. Nancy and everyone else looked to the front door of the PUssycat Club where three figures stood. Cindy Kelly was holding her gun in very steady hands and she was flanked by Dolphin Woman on one side and a glowing Ms. Patriot on the other. Nancy noted that Ellen was dripping wet and wondered how she had done that until she saw the spurting fire hydrant in the parking lot over Ellen's shoulder. Anyone could see the increased vitality coursing through her. Before Kitty Kat or any of her group could react, Ellen stepped forward and smashed Morris in the jaw and he went down unconscious. Christine walked up to Tabby and reached out a hand to the huge knife he was holding. The knife started to glow red and melt and the thug gave a yelp and dropped it. "Time for you to leave and never come back," said Cindy. Kitty Kat looked down at her toughest goon who was out cold and at the glowing Ms. Patriot and then back to Nancy and all the others. "Pick him up," Kitty Kat said to Tom and Jinx as she gestured at Morris.. They stepped forward and with some difficulty picked Morris up. "You pathetic fools don't know who or what you are defying. You win this little battle, but the war will belong to us." With that, Kitty Kat and her group exited the front door to the cheers and jeers of the employees of the PUssycat Club. * * * "Do you think she will be back?" asked Cyril A redressed Nancy was sitting across the desk from Cyril and studying him. She shrugged. "Not anytime soon I think. For now, I think she and whoever might be backing her have exhausted their gambits. That doesn't mean they or someone else won't try again once they regroup. I think we will need to remain vigilant." "I like the headsets and the communications gear," grinned Cyril, but then a look of pain crossed his face. "Just how much better are you?" asked Nancy. "I saw you in the hospital this morning and it didn't look like you were going to be waking up, let alone moving any time soon. Then voila, here you are, but I still see pain in your eyes." "I'm sure not 100%," agreed Cyril and he waved the cane he had been leaning on out in the bar. "I don't know quite for sure what happened. I was unconscious you understand. The nurses were more surprised than anyone when I woke up and tried to get out of bed. A medical miracle, they kept saying.". Nancy tossed Cyril his purple hat back. "I hereby resign as head pimp for the PUssycat Club," she declared. Cyril caught the hat. "Thanks for filling in. Like I said though, I am not up to full speed. Those nurses were not happy when I checked myself out. I am hoping you will stick around closer for the next few days until I am a bit better?" "Sure," Nancy nodded. "Strange, but this place is feeling as much like home as my apartment and my office. What I can't believe is how quick you got a judge to reverse those court horders." "Who said I did?" grinned Cyril. Nancy's eyes widened. "But, I saw the paper you showed Kitty Kat!" she protested. "Well, let me put it this way, my forgery expert is a lot faster worker than a lawyer," said Cyril. "That was a fake? Oh my god," laughed Nancy. "But Kitty Kat will find out surely?" "Yep," agreed Cyril, "but by then a lawyer will have time to get a real court order. You and I both know those documents Kitty Kat had won't stand up to any real legal challenge." "I would just love to be able to see her face when Kitty Kat finds out she was bluffed," said Nancy with a grin. * * * Nancy stayed for the whole show, doing the introductions and a few boob slips for a delighted crowd. When everyone had gone, including Frank who along with Jerome was doing the deposit, only Cyril and Nancy were left in the club. "I don't think you should be alone tonight in your condition, feeling better or not," said Nancy. "You are offering to spend the night with me at last?" grinned Cyril. "Put it any way you like," replied Nancy. "One thing I never bothered to find out was where you lived." "It's a secret," said Cyril. "Follow me." A puzzled Nancy got up and followed Cyril to the back stairs and up to the second floor which looked the same as always. There wereshelves and boxes of supplies and props, but that was it. "I don't get it," said Nancy looking around at the stuff strewn about the floor. "And yu call yourself a detective," said Cyril smugly. Nancy frowned and looked around again. She finally saw what was wrong. "There should be windows on that wal," she said. "It overlooks the front of the club and I know there are windows." The private eye paced the floor and stopped at the front wall. "This space is too short. What?" Cyril limped over to the wall and reached behind a box on the shelves and suddenly a section of the wall slid open to reveal space beyond it. The pimp stepped into the space and a hand fumbled for a light switch and Nancy followed him in. What she saw was a small apartment, not much bigger than her own. There was just a small kitchenette and a kitchen island with several large backed stools that doubled as a table. There was a large flat screen tv on one wall and a leather love seat in front of it. There was a King sized bed with what looked like satin sheets on it and a closed door that Nancy assumed led to a bathroom. "My man cave," smirked Cyril "I can monitor all the security cameras from up here if neeeded," and he gestured at the large screen tv. "Very nice," admired Nancy. "And very convenient," agreed Cyril. "Frank and Trudy are the only two who know about this setup." Nancy nodded. "I will guard yoursecret with my life." "You did a pretty good job guarding things with your mouth tonight," grinned Cyril. "That was genius the way you stalled Kitty Kat by going down on her like that. It gave me time to get that 'court order' you know." Nancy simply nodded. The detective knew something weird had happened tonight. She had not made a rational decision when she did what she did with Kitty Kat. She should have just punched the lights out of the bitch and her goons, but her brain had stopped working and there had been the pain and disorientation. She was feeling better now, but like Cyril she knew she wasn't 100%. What she didn't know was why she felt the way she did. "So, will you join me in bed Ms. Night Nurse?" asked Cyril as he somewhat stiffly began to undress. Nancy watched him as he removed hisclothes. There were several blarge bruises and welts on his chest that were mostly healed. The detective watched him pull down his pants and that impressive ebony cock popped out, semi hard. Cyril grinned at her and walked over to the bed and slid under the covers. Nancy shrugged and began to remove her own clothes while Cyril watched. Naked, the blonde walked over to the bed and slipped under the covers next to Cyril. "I think you have been waiting for this a long time," said Nancy. There was no reply and when Nancy touched Cyril's shoulder, he still said nothing. A few seconds later, he started to snore. Nancy sighed. "I guess you will have to wait a little longer." The End