Phoenix Malone - Private Eye without a Dick

"Enter our eponymous heroine"

San Francisco, 1935.

x

Green. She absolutely hated the colour green with a passion. Yet everywhere she turned at the funeral, she saw green. Green wreaths, green buttonholes, green hats. Green for Ireland. Ironically, her late husband, Jack 'Piggy' Malone, wasn't even Irish. You had to go back generations to trace that connection. No, Piggy was as American as apple pie. He had loved watching Pop Warner's Stanford Cardinals Football team and going for a swim at Sutro Baths on Ocean Beach. His favourite place to eat was at Cliff House, where he always ordered the lamb chops. He met and fell for his future wife at Cliff House. Phoenix Delaure.

Blessed with legs that go halfway to paradise, a thin waist, and tits like pillowy clouds, this perfect personification of lust had swept Piggy off his feet. The stunning brunette was the kind of woman who could lead a man down the path to temptation with just a glance into her incredibly seductive eyes. She was elegant and classy as hell. Born to French parents, Phoenix had been in Gibraltar, that crazy big rock between Europe and Africa. She had studied ballet from the tender age of six, but as she matured, her budding tits became a hindrance to keeping her balanced. She had sailed to America at age twenty-five in search of excitement and glamour.

Here she had encountered Piggy. He had been knocked out by her French accent, good looks, and figure. Standing at five feet ten inches tall, she weighed barely 130 pounds. Since she had given up dancing, she had become a model, posing for fashion magazines and acting in a few small French films. She was well-versed in photo shoots and had people around her while she was semi-nude. Being a lover of the silver screen, she had thought him to be the spitting image of the film star Gary Cooper, but with a thin moustache. He had earned the nickname 'Piggy' from the way he snorted between chuckles when he laughed. Not one of his finest attributes. However, he was a superb and attentive lover, and he was very well-endowed. Things the insatiable Phoenix would miss terribly. When in her twenties, she had taken numerous lovers, sleeping her way from Monaco to Paris. She loved fine clothes, flirting, and making love. And now she was a widow at just thirty.

x

Phoenix sighed as she got to the second floor of number 22, Grand Avenue. The door to her late husband's office had a frosted window upon which read, Jack Malone, Private Investigator. She opened the door to see his secretary, Judy Morris, at her desk, all dressed in black.

"Why, Judy? Surely you don't need to come to work now."

Judy smiled inanely and shrugged. Phoenix lit a cigarette and put it in her long black holder. Despite just being at the cemetery, the leggy brunette looked elegant and graceful in her dress of clinging black satin. She gave off an almost feline look with her curvy look and with her top-heavy bust thrusting out of a square-cut neckline. The long sleeves were full to the elbow, where her tight kid gloves in black took over. She lifted her veil, took a long drag on her smoke, and let it out in a slow exhalation through pouting crimson lips.

"Thing is, Mrs. Malone. They wouldn't take no for an answer."

Phoenix folded her arms under her hefty bosom and turned her attention to Jack's inner office. She could see the silhouettes of two men inside.

"They?"

"Two men. They didn't give names. They just asked for Jack. When I told them..." The middle-aged woman dabbed her watery eyes with a tissue. "When I gave them the sad news, they said they would wait for you."

"I see. Thank you, Judy. I shall deal with them."

Phoenix entered the office to see that the men had trashed the place. Cabinet drawers had been emptied, papers tossed to the floor, and the table was upturned. They looked at the tall vision of beauty on the threshold and stood still.

"Merci, gentlemen. I wanted to redecorate, and now you've saved me the trouble of hiring help."

"Where is it?"

"Excusez-moi?"

The two brutes were both over six feet tall with wide shoulders and large biceps under their cheap suits. Their crumpled fedora hats sat awkwardly on their heads. She wondered if there was any truth in the adage that the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

"I do apologise, but I haven't the faintest idea what you're referring to. My dear husband kept his business affairs to himself."

"Well, we ain't making tracks until we get it. We can do it the easy way or the hard way."

The one doing all the talking sneered at the ravishing beauty as she sighed heavily. He cracked the fingers of one fist and raised it menacingly. His watery eyes never wavered from their predetermined target, that being the member of the gentle sex. The other, shorter one kept thumbing his permanently broken nose as he leered at her.

"You would hit a woman? What a shame. I do detest violence. So be it."

The bemused thugs watched the voluptuous dame reach behind her back to unzip her dress. It fell to her heels with a whisper. She stood before them in her slip and stockings only.

"Check this out, Bill. The dame is a stripper."

The former ballet dancer suddenly went into the passé and then did a perfect pirouette. Her right leg came up, and she smashed the speaker full in the nose. Performing a delightful allegro and jete, Phoenix gave the other crumb three solid kicks to his solar plexus, and he duly collapsed to the floor. With an outstretched foot, she kicked the first goon in the nuts and he fell to the floor like a sack of shit.

"Had enough?"

The first one jerked back to life and turned to the half-dressed vixen. She kicked out, and the toe of her high-heeled shoe connected with his wedding tackle. He folded and went down on one knee. As he did so, Phoenix bent forward and brought her right leg up her back, over her head, and speared his hat with her spike heel. As they both rolled around moaning and groaning, the smug babe stood defiant with both hands on her hips.

"Good day, gentlemen. And take care of the stairs on the way out. The last step is a tad loose."

As she took a moment to gather her wits, the leggy brunette straightened her long gloves and fluffed up her hair that had gotten wild with the struggle. After the two goons had left, Phoenix pondered the meaning of the rude intrusion. What had been Piggy's last case? Had he discovered a theft of an expensive or desired item? She rifled through the drawer of his desk, but the contents were now and truly upset and trodden into the well-worn carpet. She stood up and looked out of the window at the view below.

"Mrs. Malone? I have a Miss Carmichael to see Jack."

"Merci. Send her in, Judy."

Phoenix should have known the dame was trouble from the moment she entered the office. The visitor had a tousled head of soft blonde curls. Her cerise mouth opened in a plaintive yawn as she seated herself. She looked around the office as she took a cigarette from a silver box and lit it up. She had a curvy body and a slender waist under her green dress, which accentuated the seductive softness of her hips and the sloping contours of her slim thighs. Green, thought Phoenix. Quite horrid.

"Feeling a little flushed?" asked the busty blonde.

Phoenix realised she was still only in her slip and picked up her dress. As she stepped into it, she motioned for the classy-looking woman to sit down in the chair in front of the desk. As they stared at each other from opposite sides of the desk, a pregnant pause came before the blonde blew more smoke from her Marlboro.

"So, where is Mister Malone?" she asked.

"I'm sorry to say that he died two weeks ago. An auto accident. I am his widow, Phoenix."

"I see. I'm sorry to hear that. And are you considering taking on his business?"

"I 'ave given no thought to the idea. Jack was the life and soul of the outfit."

"Indeed. Your husband. Your late husband was helping me with a very delicate and personal matter. Did he relate any of the details to you?"

"My husband never discussed his work, and I never bothered him in those matters."

"Is that a fact? The thing is, I had something for him to investigate. My banana is missing."

"La banane? Ça alors!"

Phoenix looked at the woman and rolled her eyes in disbelief.

"When I say my banana. I mean my 'golden' banana. It's my luxurious yellow dildo fashioned from twenty-four-karat gold. It has a firmer touch than a typical dildo and runs cool to the touch. It warms up well, too, which makes it great for temperature play. I like to dunk it in warm water for a few minutes. And the curve, yikes! It's just right for massaging pressure points on the front side of the vaginal wall, where it'll bump up against the internal structure of the clitoris. I love it and it's worth fifty grand."

"Ah, oui. This makes more sense. I am reminded of the 'Queen of Montparnasse,' the outspoken Parisian model and actress who characterized the roaring twenties in its heyday. She exuded an unapologetic self-confidence, adorned in a daring mix of tulle, lace accents, and supple silk. She lived life to the full and indulged in pleasure-boosting sex toys."

"It was a gift from one of my dearest friends, Michael Papageorgiou. Maybe you have heard of him?"

Phoenix flicked ash from her cigarette and shrugged. She wouldn't have even been able to pronounce the name, let alone remember the man.

"He's quite well known in these parts, and he can be very generous. Alas, I seem to have mislaid the item. He will be very cross if I don't find it. He's even sent out some of his most loyal employees to turn the City upside down to locate it."

Indeed, thought the widow as she surveyed the ruined office of her late spouse.

"Where did you see it last?"

"I can't remember," she said, "but I've looked everywhere in my apartment and my workplace, and it's just not there. I've already spoken to Mr. Malone previously, and he assured me that he would find it."

Cartwright raised a brow and tilted her head slightly as she scrutinised Phoenix as she spoke.

"Have you called the police?" wondered Phoenix in a not-too-interested manner.

"No. No, I haven't called the police," Cartwright admitted. "This is strictly a private affair, which is why I involved Mr. Malone. Plus, it might warrant undue attention to my older paramour."

"Monsieur Papappa... Papagreooo..."

"Papagereurgio."

"I have no idea where he might have stashed it, even if he did locate the item. I shall make a detailed search and then get back to you. Where do you live?"

"It's a place just off Pacific Heights. I've written it down."

"Merci. I'll be in touch."

Barely five minutes after the curious visit from the blonde, Judy Morris announced another visitor to see her.

"Merde! This office is as busy as the traffic on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées!"

Phoenix could not help but sit up in her seat as she took in the ruggedly handsome fellow who sauntered in. He had the classic square jaw and well-knit masculine figure of someone who could attract any female. He was tall, six feet plus, with a mop of fair hair under his hat, a dimpled chin, and baby-blue eyes.

"Mrs. Malone? We've never met, but I knew your husband. I'm Detective Antoni Grabowski of the SFPD. Mind if I sit?"

"Non, go ahead. Café?"

"Not for me, thanks. I was sorry to hear of Piggy's demise. He was one of the good ones. Anyhoo, I see you just had a visit from Honey Potts."

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the door.

"Non. That was Miss Carmichael."

"Right. That's her real name, but she goes by the stage name of Honey. She's a dancer and stripper at one of the busiest joints on Terrific Street in the Barbary Coast. The Gold Rush. Feller by the name of Mick the Greek runs it."

"Ah, mais oui. Would that be Michael Papap, Paparoogoo..."

"Papageurgio. Probably the biggest racketeer in the Bay Area. Piggy knew him. What's the deal, anyways?"

"I 'ave no idea," answered she in all innocence.

"I like your accent. French, right?"

Phoenix nodded and smiled.

"And you?"

"Polish-American. It looks like you had a visit from some interior decorators. I recognise the work. Two goons named Bent Face and Hamburger Bill. Did one have a broken nose? They work as bodyguards for The Greek. Were they looking for anything in particular?"

"They never specified. Is there anything else I can 'elp you with?"

Grabowski shook his head and rose to leave. Phoenix also stood, and the red-blooded hunk's eyes lingered on her slim figure, which her dress outlined to perfection. Piggy had been a lucky guy.

"Not right now. If you ever need help, call the Department. These are ugly people and don't play games."

"As you wish. Au revoir."

x

Two days later, a curious Phoenix Malone looked smart and sophisticated as she drove in Piggy's Derby Bentley to Terrific Street. It was late in the evening. Around ten, she stepped into the Gold Rush Club. She wore a loose blouse with a high tie-neck and flounced sleeves that cascaded over the upper arm. Her Deco Panel skirt had a wide hem and had a belt and covered buckle, which gave it a flattering high-waisted look. The skirt reached mid to low calf and flared out at the bottom. A microphone voice boomed out as some sort of an introduction.

"Come on, fellers! Give it up for the Gold Rush Fancies!"

Bright lights blinded her temporarily as she entered the main floor of the strip club. The show, one of many during a busy evening, began with snazzy jazz music blaring out of loudspeakers as a semi-nude figure came onstage and threw her arms up and out to catcalls and whistles from the mostly male onlookers. The classy stripper pouted, gyrated, and fluttered her eyes as she played to the seated audience. Her big tits were then bared to all and bobbed alluringly in her chest. The firm moons of her rear cheeks quivered in front of three other girls who followed like obedient ducklings in tow. Under the stage light, Phoenix could not make out any faces but heard them nonetheless.

There was not much of a routine, just the women prancing and getting around to losing their bras. The main girl stood topless with her hands on her hips and attempted to jiggle her tits as best she could. Then, a mass of bubbles descended from the ceiling over the stage, and there was more raunchy strip music, which seemingly meant that it was time to remove the knickers.

"Get 'em off!" Came a chorus from the punters who shifted excitedly in well-worn seats.

One by one, the girls plucked up the courage to remove their sequined triangles of material. They all turned their backs to the audience and wiggled their rumps. Then, an about-turn to show off their exposed bushes. They quickly moved about in a simulation of ecstasy designed to ensure that the customers got a fairly good view of what was between her legs.

Phoenix had stood to one side in the shadows and looked at the lecherous paying customers with their shirts and trousers glued to their bodies with sweat. The air was thick with blue smoke and the stink of cheap liquor. On the filthy floor were numerous stains. Fifty percent alcohol and fifty percent of you know what. Nothing much actually happened on the stage, really, just a lot of flashing, dashing about, and being caught in the spotlight with nothing on. Still, even in 1936, it was considered fairly shocking at the time to see a young naked woman prancing about.

"Now let us see what's what."

Phoenix had not spied Honey Potts on this occasion, which was actually a boon as she wanted information about her rather than hear more of her side of the story. After two minutes, Phoenix made her quiet way backstage and sought out the main stripper of the show. She heard titters from all four corners as another set of girls prepared to do their act.

She saw the bubbly blonde as six other half-naked strippers dashed here and there. The woman was a knockout. Entirely naked save for a large jewel jammed into her navel and a plume of blue ostrich feathers atop her head. At six feet tall in her high heels, this bodacious woman had a body that was capable of stopping traffic during the Indianapolis 500! Blessed with an ample bosom, she also had legs that went all the way to her tush, where they got cheeky.

"Hi. I'm looking for Honey Potts. Do you know her?"

The blonde's eyes blinked rapidly from the thick cake of blue glitter on each of her eyelids. Her brows had been immaculately tilted up into exotic arches, and her mouth was a slash of glossy scarlet.

"That bottle blonde? Who wants to know?"

The stripper sat on a metal folding chair in front of a makeup table with a mirror that had a dozen naked bulbs bordering it. She busied herself with decorating her face with white powder and glitter stars. Her mouth was full and had just the right amount of lipstick to ooze sexual innuendo.

"Oh, we just met, and she told me that she worked here. The name's Phoenix. Phoenix Malone. And you are?"

"Gypsy Lee. Or Lois Lee on the street. I was number one around here once."

"Miss Potts mentioned a lost item she was eager to retrieve. Do you know of this?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. That slut isn't even a real blonde let alone a good stripper. She only got where she was by getting into Mick the Greek's pants. Now leave."

"Maybe I could take a look around."

As Phoenix moved about the small changing room, Lois eyed her up.

"You strip too? You have a nice body."

"Non. I have danced and acted some. Oh, what is this?"

Phoenix found a loose floorboard and scuffed it with the toe of her shoe.

"I said leave."

Lois rose from her table and pushed Phoenix in the face with the heel of her hand. Temporarily off balance, the French brunette took a tumble but managed to roll in the small confines of the room to land on her haunches.

"That was quite rude."

"If you want more, bring it on."

She fumed and then catapulted herself at the stripper with all her weight. Makeup and hair brushes fell to the floor as Phoenix straddled the other and dug her nails into her hair. The knee of Lois came up and forced Phoenix onto the floor beside her, boobs bouncing and feet flailing. Now Lois was on top of the tall Frenchwoman and smacked her face on either cheek. Phoenix scissored her silken-clad legs around the other's waist as they struggled. Phoenix reached out and grabbed a hairbrush and swiped it across the top of the head of Lois. When Phoenix got up, she noted that her crepe skirt had been ripped in twain, so she finished the job and tossed it into a corner. Now she faced off in just her blouse, underwear, and stockings. She crouched menacingly before the other and then slapped the busty female repeatedly in the bared tits.

"Bitch!"

"Salope!"

Lois grabbed the head of Phoenix and shook it from side to side as they circled each other in a bear hug. For a few moments, it was a stalemate. Phoenix rolled and twisted so that she was suddenly beneath Lois with her balletic pins around her head. She could feel a warm nose pressed hard against her mound under her knickers as she tightened her grip. Phoenix had a wetness now that dampened her undies. In her fervour, the delectable thighs of Phoenix felt soft and unyielding as Lois stopped struggling. Instead, she nuzzled her sex and pressed her lips on her mound. Phoenix relaxed and groaned in surprise at the change in tactics and let her legs spread out. Her gusset was moved to one side so that she could delve into her pussy with her tongue. Phoenix experienced a growing thrill in her belly as she held the head of Lois firmly on her cunt. She realised the tables had turned as the French beauty was caught up in a delirious sensation of delight. Her back rose and fell in a haze of pleasure as the two began to make out.

"You're one hell of a broad, you know that?"

"Stop yakking and eat me out."

Phoenix felt her cheeks burn as Lois probed her wet slit. As the blonde moved deeper inside her, Phoenix hummed in a blissful state from the consistent licking of her tight quim. It had been a while since she had let herself go sexually and as her pussy trickled she welcomed the rewarding arousal. She raised her head to see the stripper between her splayed pins and sucking on her ever-swelling clitoris. Lois buried her middle finger fully inside and lapped at her clit at the same time. Her entire loins became heated, and all sorts of moans and groans emanated from her mouth. Phoenix pushed against the stripper's face, loving the way she was being licked out.

"I am so wet!" Purred Phoenix as Lois sucked, slurped, and drank the clear juices from within.

Lois came up for air and swiped her tongue up and down, with her nose nestled on the hard button of the French beauty. Driven mad by this unexpected turn of events, Phoenix eventually came, and her juices flowed out of her muff and drenched the face of Lois.

"You like girls, too, huh? I love eating pussy when I get the chance. Say, do you like feathers?"

Lois plucked one of the ostrich feathers from her once-proud head display and fanned the bare body of the wilting Phoenix Malone. She moved the feather down her throat to her heaving bosom. She made huge circles around each perky breast, lingering at the under-swell of each. Phoenix had a gaping mouth from the exquisite touch of the light feather as each of her aching nipples was stroked in turn. Her back arched as Lois flicked at one nub as she nibbled on the other with her teeth. Once her nipples were like two bullets sticking out in relief from her firm tits, Phoenix hissed in delight as the feather was dragged across the soft roundness of her belly to the insides of her thighs, just at the point of the tops of her stockings. Lois moved from one to the other, tickling the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her legs opened wider to allow it to move unhindered to her plump mound, where the tip of the feather collected the moisture there.

"It's like nothing I 'ave ever felt!"

Phoenix gushed as the feather was flicked backward and forward along her bush of dark pubes. Again and again, Phoenix bucked up in an attempt to capture more purchase on the tormenting brush. Her nails tore at her stockings in her lust-crazed state as the feather was traced up the crack of her ass to her clit. Just when she was about to explode, Lois whispered in her ear.

"How about a cock now?"

Lois ceased her sex play and jumped up in excitement.

"Quoi?"

She fiddled about by the feet of Phoenix and retrieved a pillowcase from under the loosened floorboard. She peeled back the cotton wrapping to unveil a shiny yellow object.

"La banane!"

The dildo had been beautifully crafted from gold. It resembled a half-peeled banana, and the open petals looked like a folded back foreskin. The shaft had a curious upward curve, unlike any other sex toy Phoenix had ever seen.

"I admit it. I stole this from Honey. That overbearing slut had it coming. If it weren't for her, I would have Mick fawning all over me. Try it."

The tapered head of the gold cock touched her pussy entrance and then pressed in. Phoenix felt her pussy lips open to enclose the head. She was about to be fucked by a woman! As more of the fake cock entered her she couldn't help but compare it with Piggy's dick. But she was soon grateful for the consolation of the golden dildo that slid in and out of her muff. It seemed absurd that she enjoyed intimate congress so soon after her loss, but she was at heart a sexual creature.

Her eyes closed as the yellow shaft curved up inside her beautifully, rubbing her inner walls superbly. Lois got onto her knees and began to move it slowly in and out. Phoenix was grateful for her natural lubrication as she coated the dildo. The penetration went smoothly, and she groaned with each thrust.

"Oh... my... goodness!"

Phoenix looked down as Lois concentrated on forcing the dildo to stretch out her pussy folds. Each inward stroke of the insistent spiral twisting caused the woman to experience an almost erotic agony. A guilty sensual stimulation that fired her up. Her legs kicked up as she panted for breath. Her hands became fists as she gave in to the unrelenting thrusting and her love juices dripped out from within the inferno that was her conquered cunt. Her thoughts went to Piggy and the wonderful love life they once had. Phoenix chuckled when her left leg was lifted. Lois lay on her side. In this position, the stripper simply banged the shit out of the brunette with the golden banana. She thrust it back in, not hard but with a steady pressure that had Phoenix tingling all over. She was so wet by now that there was almost no resistance, and she rammed it hard into her, making her gasp each time it filled her.

"Are you going to cum?"

"Oui!"

Phoenix embraced that wonderful feeling of orgasmic heat spreading out from her pussy and climaxed with an arched back. Her entire body was dappled with spots of perspiration, and as the dildo was pulled out of her cunt, she squirted a little moistness. She had been well and truly fucked by a banana!

x

"So, what now?"

As Lois checked herself out in her mirror and reshaped the plume on her head, she looked at the reflection of a very ruffled Phoenix.

"Can I borrow a dress? My clothing is ruined."

"Sorry about that, honey. There's a green cocktail number in the closet I use in my Saint Patrick's Day routine."

Merde! Green! Phoenix stepped into it as Lois waited with the sticky banana dildo in her fist.

"I 'ave an idea. There are always opportunities for American strippers at the Place Pigalle. I shall give you the address of a woman I know who will 'elp you. I suggest you leave the States if you want to live. I've seen what the Greeks' hoods can do firsthand."

"And the banana?"

Phoenix fixed her unkempt hair and smoothed the dress out over her hips.

"Give me the dildo and I shall see that it gets back to the rightful owner. Your name will not be mentioned."

"It's a deal."

x

It had been one of the longest days in the life of the thirty-year-old as Phoenix got back to Piggy's office at midnight. Judy had left hours ago, and she fully expected to find the place empty. But someone was waiting for her. Sitting behind the desk like he owned the place was a well-groomed individual dressed in a white tie and tails. Beside him were Honey Potts, Bent Face, and Hamburger Bill. She knew who this man was, even though she had never met him before. Lois told her that he had big-time mob connections and a rap sheet as long as her arm.

"Your name Malone?" he asked with a sneer in his voice.

"Phoenix Malone. Correct."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Mick the Greek?"

"Correct. And if you know me by that name, then you know that no one fucks with me."

The imposing man with greased-back black hair and diamond rings on each of his pinky fingers stood up and loomed over a slightly nervous Phoenix. He wagged an index finger at her as he continued.

"I hear you visited the Gold Rush. Find anything interesting?"

"Where is my dildo?" shrieked Honey as she stepped in front of her sugar daddy.

Phoenix slipped a hand into her purse and retrieved the precious sex toy.

"Where did you find it?"

It was sticking out of my pussy, Phoenix thought dryly but she just spread her hands.

"It just fell into my lap."

She sat in Piggy's chair and put her heels up on the desk in triumph.

"Come on, toots. Let's get going. I don't suppose we'll ever run into each other again. Malone was a decent dick. I hope you can move on and keep out of my way."

And with that, the party shouldered past Phoenix and all stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind them.

x

Six months later.

Judy opened the door to the office and introduced the very first client for Phoenix. On the door below the frosted glass window was a brass sign which read 'Phoenix Malone, Private Detective.' And below that was the promise, 'I get it done.' The office had new furnishings, and a brand-new carpet covered the floor. On the wall opposite the one window was a print of Piggy Malone with Phoenix standing beside him, taken with the Golden Gate Bridge behind them. Apart from the predominant desk, there were two chairs and a sofa in one corner.

"You handle divorce cases, don't you?"

"Oui, Monsieur Masters. I do. Amongst other things. Missing persons, legal issues, and surveillance."

The fellow cleared his throat and lowered his voice.

"It's my wife. I can't take any more. It's too humiliating. I have reason to suspect that my wife is cheating on me, and I want you to find out if it is true."

Phoenix took a long drag on her cigarette and sat back in her new leather upholstered chair."

"Tell me all."

x

"Phoenix enters the fray"

San Francisco, 1936.

The lights were taking forever to change, and Phoenix Malone cursed in her native French. It had been one of those nights when it seemed that everything was against her. Finally, the traffic began to move and the private eye, not dick, came to a halt outside the nondescript building shrouded in darkness. She got out of her car. A Derby Bentley with a three-and-a-half-litre engine, widely regarded as the most sophisticated car that money could buy, and which was a legacy from her late husband, Piggy. She looked up and saw the light shining in the fourth-floor window and demurred. Her mind wandered back to the previous Wednesday when Henry Masters came to her office on Grand Ave in person.

"You handle divorce cases, don't you?"

"Oui, Monsieur Masters. I..."

The fellow cleared his throat and lowered his voice.

"It's my wife. I can't take any more. It's too humiliating. I have reason to suspect that my wife is cheating on me, and I want you to find out if it is true."

Phoenix took a long drag on her cigarette and sat back in her new leather upholstered chair. The woman was thirty-one years old and looked self-confident. The tall brunette was bright, assertive, undoubtedly beautiful, educated in dance and modelling, and the prime of life. Classy too. She was dressed in a turquoise blouse, with a high buttoned collar and loose sleeves. Her ample breasts pushed out of her bra and seemed to point directly at the man. He explained that he was a wealthy stockbroker and had married Lorna when she had just turned nineteen. He was twenty-five years her senior. he had greying temples, and a sad look, but was respectably dressed.

"Of course, she married me for my money, but I hoped my wealth would be the reason for her to stay loyal. Cars, jewels, travel --whatever she wanted, I gave it to her. We first met when I saw her dancing at the Dawn Club on Annie Street beside the Palace Hotel. Have you ever been? It's the hot music society of San Francisco. The concerts at the club feature a variety of bands and musicians. San Francisco Jazz, they call it. Lorna was undoubtedly gorgeous. Long blonde hair and a body to die for. I just had to have her. When she knew I was loaded, she agreed to wed."

Phoenix steepled her fingers and sighed. It was an age-old story. An older man marries a younger beauty, and wedded bliss follows for about a year. Then boredom sets in, or the girl cheats with other lovers. Infidelity is the usual outcome in these situations.

"If I were you, Masters, I would let her go. No need to waste good money or suffer heartbreak. Take it on the chin and find yourself another bit of skirt."

"Money is no object, and I must know who she is cheating on me with. My wife has become an unbearable burden, and I wish to rid myself of her. I want a divorce. I will pay you handsomely to procure the evidence. Take photographs of her in flagrante delicto! Will you do it?"

"So be it. My fee is twenty-five dollars a day plus gas."

"Agreed. And I want a result by the weekend. If you succeed, I'll throw in an extra C-note.

x

One did not need a detective license in the State of California, so she set about advertising her services straight away. Things had gone as expected. Phoenix had located the errant Lorna and proceeded to follow her movements. On the first day, she had lunched with a female friend and then both had gone shoe shopping in Union Square. It was on day two that Lorna arrived in her brand new Pontiac Coupe and was then seen entering the building on Sacramento Street. This was a shadowy corner of town and not one that seemed to be on a list of desirable locations for the spendthrift girl. Was this her love nest? Things seemed all too straightforward for Phoenix, although something was nagging at the back of her mind. For the next two days, the female PI trailed Lorna to the same address, at the same hour of seven. Lorna would eventually emerge two hours later and drive off toward her palatial home in Pacific Heights.

Even though she had enjoyed the thrill of the new role as a private investigator, she had none of the skills Piggy had. So, on a whim, the leggy ex-model and dancer decided on a direct approach. Absurdly simple in fact. She would go up and knock on the door, pretending to have gotten the wrong address. She would then take it from there. She exited the car and adjusted her wide-sleeved polka dot dress. She then put on her floppy Panama hat and followed her lead. Following her observation, Phoenix made her way from the dimly lit entrance to the stairwell, where she set off to the second floor. There, she found the one-lit room in the dark hallway. She gamely knocked on the door and immediately heard muted, anxious voices from within. After a minute, the door opened and Lorna appeared wearing just a robe of emerald velvet.

"Yes?"

Phoenix peered into the relatively small room and saw the figure of another female reclining on the bed.

"I'm so sorry. I was looking for Mrs. Golightly, the milliner."

"Is that so? Seeing as how this is the only registered room in the building, I find that hard to believe."

"Who is it, Lorna?"

"Shush! Look, my husband hired you to follow me, didn't he? Although I never would have expected a female dick. What? No trench coat?"

"I don't have a dick, and yes. Mister Masters was concerned enough to have me investigate you."

On further inspection, Phoenix saw that the other woman was about the same age as Lorna and was surprisingly in the buff.

"And why?"

"I would have thought that was obvious."

"Thought I was fooling around, did he? Thought I might have another man on the side. Well, he couldn't be more mistaken. You had better come in."

Phoenix shrugged and went inside. She looked around and found the one chair. Lorna shed her robe and joined her presumed lover on the bed. Now they were both naked, and they held hands and bumped thighs.

"Myrna and I met when Henry took me to the Pontiac showroom. He is so suffocating and clingy that I have threatened to leave him on dozens of occasions. Being rich is nice but when it comes to conditions, it is shit. Henry likes me to take it up the ass and then suck him off after. Yuck! Put me right off, men, let me tell you. So when Myrna showed up with the salesman, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. You can see. She has long black hair that drapes halfway down her back, and she has the sunniest of smiles. We chatted and became quite friendly. After a week, we became lovers."

Phoenix nodded and stole a glance at Myrna. At nineteen, she was in her prime with great legs and butt. Her tanned body and manicured nails made her look very refined. She was sure there were lots of guys wanting a piece of her. Her breasts were curvy and had two hard points.

"The first time we made out was when we went into the stock room at the showroom. What happened next was unbelievable. She removed her bra, exposing her perfect breasts. Then she lowered her panties, revealing her dark bush. I too stripped off and closed my eyes, and she felt me all over. Her fingers spread my pussy lips apart, while the other hand massaged my clit. My orgasm came rather quickly, and I was smitten. I felt no remorse. In my fantasy state, I wondered if I were bisexual, or even a dyke. My sexual energy was always strong, and I constantly fantasised about us being together. I had the perfect plan. We would rent an apartment room where the building would be empty most of the time. I would simply invite Myrna over, and we would make love. Within a month, we bonded and fell in love."

"Lorna? What do you intend to do next?"

The girls looked at each other and kissed.

"I'm leaving, Henry. The money doesn't seem to matter anymore. Myrna and I have each other. If you were married to him, you would feel the same. He's such an old bore. Are you going to tell him about our wicked ways?"

Phoenix spread her hands.

"No proof. No reason to inform him of your love for each other. I'll bide my time and let you two take off first. I'll be gentle with him."

As she spoke she watched enthralled as they felt each other up in front of her, Phoenix stared at Myrna's tits that rose and fell with her increasing ardour. A shudder went through the PI, and her heart thumped on her chest. The passionate woman recalled her younger years in France when she had unashamedly frolicked on the fashion scene. With both men and women. Something the French were open about. As Lorna and her lover got more animated on the bed, Phoenix decided to stick around. With a faint rustle, her dress slid to the floor, followed by her undergarments. She flicked away the clothing with her heel and joined the others on the bed. Lorna placed a hand behind her neck and gently pulled her face toward hers.

"Love us," urged Lorna as Phoenix trailed one hand lightly over both girls.

Myrna smiled, and she found the Frenchwoman's soft down between her legs. Phoenix gasped as a finger swept eagerly up and down the moist furrow of her sex. She felt her pussy quiver from excitement and she closed her thighs as she secreted juices.

"You have a very nice body," she said.

"Thank you. I'm not a lesbian, but I certainly would enjoy exploring other options. If you are okay with it?"

"Great. Let's have some fun."

Each hugged Phoenix, and both kissed her on the lips in turn. Lorna and she exchanged spit as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Myrna grabbed her tits and circled her areola with a feather-light touch. Then, she put her mouth on her nipple and sucked hard. Phoenix felt her pussy moisten and her breathing became erratic as she wiggled with delight. Light fingertips brushed over her stiff nipples, followed by an eager tongue that encircled the tips of her breasts. The girl began to gently suck the hard bud and drew her tongue back and forth. Phoenix let out another moan and her legs quivered as a hand went into the soft folds of her pussy. Lorna fully inserted her middle finger deep into her muff and proceeded to frig her with a certain urgency. As she writhed on her back, the PI felt the woman use her tongue and lips around her dappled cunt. In her inquisitive youth, when she had begun modelling on the French fashion scene, Phoenix had experimented with sex, and girl-on-girl pleasures had been quite pleasurable.

"Oh, putain! Oui!"

Lorna increased the pressure of her fingering as the other girl sucked in a nipple with audible yummy sounds. Lorna continued to run her tongue up and down her pussy, moving closer along the soft, moist slit, to her clit. Myrna joined in and both of them slobbered and spat on her mons, whilst busy hands fingered her lustrous hair. They alternated between pressing their tongues into the folds of her now-saturated cunt and sucking her clit. As one sucked on her hard nub, the other licked up her seam and dribbled into her folds. Then they switched and repeated more of the same. Phoenix panted hard as they stroked her to orgasm. She undulated and gasped as she climaxed, and even when her orgasm subsided, they carried on licking and sucking as much of her juices as they could.

She then watched as Lorna lay on the bed and Myrna lifted her left leg over her head and straddled her face in a reverse cowgirl position. Lorna let out muffled moans as her mouth was engulfed by wet pubes. Her tongue slipped up into the warm cunt of her lover and she lashed at her slit until her saliva drooled out and ran in a trickle down her chin. Myrna pushed down further to the face of the gorgeous girl and she groaned in pleasure as a pointed tongue stabbed at her clit.

As the two lovers writhed on the bed in ecstasy, Phoenix made a respectable retreat. She would call Masters later that day to inform him that his young spouse had left California for good.

x

Phoenix Malone found herself waking up during the night, imagining that her late husband was caressing her naked body. In the third month since Piggy had been taken from her, she decided to set foot out of the house and start to live again. The next three months saw her begin to take a serious interest in what his business was. That being a private investigator. The job interested her so much that she called Piggy's secretary to tell her of her intention to keep the business running.

Monday morning is still Monday morning, whatever your trade. Phoenix paused for a moment as she studied the sign on the door of what was now her office. As she pushed open the door, she was greeted by the friendly smiling face of her secretary looking back. Phoenix had to admit that the decision to step into her late husband's shoes had gone well. After a hesitant start, the job had been surprisingly plain sailing. The role of PI had far exceeded her expectations, and her choice to keep the office going was beginning to pay off.

"Good morning, Judy. Looks like it should be a fine day."

Judy Morris nodded and followed her employer into her office.

"We had a visit this morning, bright and early. I barely had time to unlock the premises."

Phoenix took off her coat and sat at her desk, welcoming the cup of steaming hot coffee served by her trusty secretary.

"Must make a change from the cleaners. A client?"

"A Mrs. Nadia Durant. She wouldn't stay, but she insisted that you meet with her at Hamman's Turkish Bath. It's ladies' day today."

"Did she give any hint as to what the job might be?"

"No. She said it was for your ears only. And that it would be worth your while."

"'Ow odd. I am as curious as the cat, no? I will grant Mrs. Durant my attendance."

x

By the thirties, there were only three public baths in general use. Hamman's was a privately operated bathing business open for relaxation. In recent times, terracotta coping has been added to the saunas' interior walls, with steel and brick arches shaping the outside. Unlike the opulent Roman baths before them, the baths of Turkey focused on water rather than steam. The Turkish bather first entered a 'warm room' for relaxation, proceeded to a 'hot room' with higher temperatures, and finally washed with cold water. Phoenix was directed to the locker rooms, where she stripped off and draped a towel around her naked body. She looked around the other bathers and wondered which of them might be her potential client. She entered the warm room and saw only one other woman inside.

"There you are."

The female did not turn her head as she spoke. Stretched out on a wooden bench, she sighed loudly and fanned her face with a copy of Life magazine. There was no question it was Durant. The woman rose slowly to a sitting position and let her towel flop down to her waist level. With clear eyes and a firm jawline, Durant gave off an almost feline look. Her pale breasts, now dappled with perspiration, were curvy and voluptuous. She was slim in the waist, and her top-heavy bust thrust out larger than it actually was. She had raven locks spanned out past her collarbones in layered waves.

"Sit by me."

Phoenix settled down beside the elegant female and fidgeted on her bottom.

"No, it's better if you sit on your towel."

The budding private eye unwrapped her towel and placed it beneath her, thereby exposing her slender form. It felt good, and Phoenix stretched out her toes and felt the warmth soaking into every pore of her stunning naked body.

"Heaven, isn't it?"

Nadia was beautiful, undoubtedly unapproachable, and probably used men like other women's clothes. That is, wearing them and then discarding them. Durant unashamedly looked Phoenix up and down and nodded in approval.

"You look to be in fine fettle."

"Merci, Madam."

"I have had a very rare and very expensive piece of jewellery stolen from me. It was during a liaison with one of my several lovers at a nondescript hotel the night before." Nadia bumped thighs with Phoenix, and her left arm brushed against her right. "Dear Francis had promised me a surprise on his return from a trip to Europe, and he duly treated me to a gift of a necklace with white baroque pearls and a sterling silver heart clasp. I thanked him in the usual manner which is fucking his brains out. It was the kind of rut a married man doesn't enjoy with his spouse. This was hard, wild, and rough. It had been a particularly exhausting coupling, and we both dropped off before vacating the room. It was then that someone came in and purloined my new toy. I awoke in time to catch a glimpse of the culprit as he scurried off."

"Any idea oo the thief might be?"

Nadia opened her legs slightly and idly slid her hand between her thighs.

"I do so love the heat. Rather turns me on. No, but I have an idea that might make him slip up. If you were to flaunt yourself and show off some flashy jewels, he might be drawn out and act."

"Pretend to be you?"

"Precisely. I would be grateful and generous if it were you who caught him in this way."

"I see."

Nadia squeezed the hand of a perplexed Phoenix and moved it to the inviting cleft of her exposed sex. The raven-haired vixen sighed as she pressed the trembling hand of Phoenix to her silky-haired pussy.

"I do apologise, these baths make me so horny. Would you like to come to my place?"

"Some other time, Madam Durant. I must prepare for the charade. What is the name of the otel?"

x

For the third night in a row, Phoenix flaunted herself publicly as she entered the foyer of the Morrison Hotel on 5th and Mission Street. The eagle-eyed brunette looked around like she always did, sizing up anyone and everyone she saw. One man sat alone at the bar drinking bourbon. Another stood on the periphery, reading the Chronicle and smoking a cigar.

Casting her eyes to the public phone booth, she noted a fellow hunched over and engrossed in conversation. One man caught her eye and who was sitting by himself and looking straight at her.

She didn't blame him. The tall beauty had poured herself into a sheath of red satin with a plunging neckline that displayed ample cleavage, and her unfettered breasts rose magnificently. Her long hair tumbled like a cascade about her shoulders, and her full red lips were on perma pout as she blew smoke from her cigarette. Her cheekbones might have been carved from marble; they were so high, and she wore what appeared to be an expensive string of pearls that sat snugly about her throat. Her drop earrings were two diamonds, which matched her diamond-studded bracelet.

She seated herself by the leering man and crossed her slender legs dramatically. The short man ran his fingers through his greasy black hair, and his dull eyes never wavered from her heaving bosom. He leaned over to the graceful private eye and spoke in short breaths.

"How much?"

"Excusez moi?"

"How... much? You're a Sally, right?"

"Future fu! Fuck off!"

"Charming! Bloody lesbian!"

Disappointed Man left with his tail between his legs, and Phoenix approached the reception desk.

"My key, s'il vous plait?" The girl behind the counter smiled, brushed her fair hair from her pretty face, and handed over a chunky room key. "Room number ten," announced Phoenix in a deliberately loud voice.

She turned and took the rickety stairs of the run-down hotel and entered her modest room.

x

The garish light from the street lamps and neon signs attempted to seek a way through the closely shuttered Venetian blinds protecting the bedroom window of the bedroom. The determined brunette beauty peeled the scarlet gown from her lithe body and entered the bathroom. She took a shower quickly and, after a brisk rubdown with a cheap towel, she slipped into a black negligee and lay down on the bed. The muted sound of traffic and car horns made for an odd soundtrack as Phoenix lit a cigarette and made puffs of smoke that wafted up to the filthy ceiling. Her nightgown of sheerest silk served little concealment for her spectacular figure, and the sloping contours of her thighs and calves, toned by years of dancing lessons, were silhouetted by the shards of light that filtered into the unlit room. After she had enjoyed two smokes, Phoenix turned onto her side and closed her eyes, hoping that it would be this night when the jewel would strike.

The room was strangely quiet when Phoenix stirred and looked at the bedside clock, which read 2.15. Somehow, the suspect had entered the room in silence and was now busy rifling through the two black jewel cases she had deliberately left in plain sight on the dresser. The gems were paste, obviously, simply a draw for the miscreant. Phoenix searched under the pillow for her firearm and hit the lamp by her left side. As the room became flooded with light, the masked thief froze in shock.

"May I be of assistance?" asked the PI in an authoritative manner.

After two hours of troubled sleep, the French looker lifted her tousled-haired head and rested on her elbows, the 34 calibre Browning semi-automatic, which had been her late husband's, was held tightly in her right fist. Her shapely left leg was bent at the knee, and as her nightie had risen in her sleep, her nicely trimmed bush was visible.

"Are you going to shoot me?"

Phoenix raised an inquisitive brow at the lightness of the thief's voice and sat up.

"Take off that mask."

The figure removed the domino mask, and Phoenix was surprised to see that it was the same girl from the reception.

"A girl? You came here to steal? Do you do this often?"

The fair-haired girl shrugged and put her hands up.

"I like shiny things," she said in all innocence."

"No, you're too smart for silly talk. Who put you up to this? Is the manager in on it?"

"Him! Ha, don't make me laugh. He's just a male pig. All men are pigs."

Something in the girl's tone made Phoenix feel a flush of arousal in her heated loins.

"What's your name?"

"Ruby."

"And 'ow old are you?"

"Nineteen. Can I go now?"

"Pardon? You come into my room intending to steal my jewels? I think not. Now spill your guts or I get on the horn to the cops."

"Who are you? You speak kinda funny."

"I'm French. And a private eye. Now, do you have any concealed weapons?"

The girl squirmed in her shoes.

"I don't carry a heater."

"Take off your shirt."

Phoenix jiggled the gun at the girl, who sighed and removed her dark blouse. She wore a black bra beneath it which nicely cupped her pert tits.

"And the pants."

Again, the girl complied and wriggled out of her tight-fitting slacks.

"See? Nothing."

Phoenix nibbled on her lower lip and studied the form of the rather attractive doll. The amorous seductress experienced an exquisite spasm in her muff and stood up.

"And the rest."

"Really?"

"Oui."

"Then you let me go?"

"Maybe."

Ruby looked directly into the eyes of the older lady and unhooked her bra. Phoenix, being the sex-obsessed female that she was, shuddered with a frisson of thrill as Ruby dropped her underwear. A welcome dampness moistened her pussy as she removed her nightie. The two hugged and engaged in a lingering and passionate kiss that lasted a full minute.

Phoenix pushed Ruby back onto the bed, and she fell on top of her with her legs open. Her hands roamed all over the soft flesh of the girl as the Frenchwoman ground her loins against the other. Her hot body responded and she tingled all over as her juices ran out of her pussy. They both jerked their hips with the sultry PI dictating the pace.

Even at her tender age, Ruby knew her way around a dame, and Phoenix found herself turned onto her back and then felt the warmth of a wet tongue sliding up and down her watering gash.

"That's so good."

Although the thirty-year-old loved nothing better than a man between her legs, she did like to be eaten out. By a man or a woman, it mattered not. Ruby squeezed her upper thighs as she lapped away and Phoenix sighed happily as her cunt flowed like a river and soiled the cheap linen.

"Zut!"

Phoenix smiled as she and Ruby rolled so that now the girl was on her back. She squealed as her legs were drawn up and her nether cheeks were exposed and visible. The sudden crack of an open palm on her buttocks was more of an affront than the actual sting of the rapid spanking.

"Bad girl! Bad, bad!"

Ruby bore the brunt of a continuous chastisement and the heat from her raw behind made her want to cum there and then.

"Oh, fuck."

Phoenix dropped her legs and dived in, burying her face in the girl's snatch. Two busy fingers rolled easily inside her quim as a flicking tongue pressed with firmness against her clitoris. Ruby made two fists and grabbed the sheets as she writhed in delight. Her legs were parted wide, and her back ached as she was brought to orgasm.

A wave of euphoria swept over Phoenix as she embraced Ruby and dry-humped her with huge pelvic thrusts. She pounded the girl into the mattress again and again with her weight, and then she suddenly relaxed. They panted hard as they lay in each other's arms in silence. Then the girl spoke.

"I don't know what I was thinking. I must be crazy."

"Maybe, mon cheri. Listen, you 'ave nice looks. Let me get in touch with one of my old model agencies and see if I can't get you an audition."

"Me? A model? That would be out of this world."

Ruby kissed Phoenix from her bosom to her snatch where she began an encore on the French beauty's muff.

x

"Phoenix confronts herself! And later the Yellow Peril"

San Francisco. 1937.

Phoenix Malone rang the doorbell of the lavish hotel suite of Madam Haversham, and she smiled at the uniformed maid who ushered her in. The graceful female detective scanned the room with the party already in full swing. She had been hired for that evening to protect the exclusive and expensive furs that the successful Haversham hoped to sell to her prospective buyers. Based in St. Louis, the fifty-year-old owner of Haversham Fur Company had dozens of superb items, including those of muskrat, raccoon, and mink. Also thrown in were some opossum and fox.

"I appear to be late," Phoenix said to herself as the mainly female guests drank and conversed in the large room.

She caught the eye of Haversham, who sauntered over with a concerned look on her heavily made-up face.

"Why, Mrs. Malone. You changed."

"Comment?"

"Here you are in a violet velvet gown when you were just a moment ago dressed in sequins."

"I was?"

"Yes, and quite the scene you made to."

Phoenix furrowed her brow and felt a shiver run up her spine.

"Madam, where are the furs?"

"Well, where I showed you an hour ago. The room at the top of the stairs."

The troubled Phoenix took two steps at a time and burst through the door to find four empty racks where once there were fur coats and wraps. The second door to the room was wide open, indicating the getaway route of the thieves. A distraught Haversham burst in and threw her hands up.

"I've been robbed! I've lost a fortune!"

"Tell me again, Madam. When did you see me last?"

"Why you, she, arrived an hour ago at 8.30. I showed her the furs, and she said she would guard them and even model them later. She, you, have quite the figure. She mingled with some of the guests, and then you turned up. What has occurred here?"

Deep in thought, the hired PI came to the only conclusion.

"Merde! Someone 'as been impersonating me!"

x

"Judy, search the office. The only people who knew about my assignment were us and Haversham. She only called the office two days ago with the offer to safeguard the furs. Someone got wind of the job and beat me to it."

Her trusted secretary got on her hands and knees and discovered the listening device on the round base of the rotary dial phone.

"We've been bugged!"

"Zut! I seem to 'ave a rival who is trying to cash in on my good fortune. Now that I've advertised myself as a watchdog as well as an investigator, I've opened up a new avenue of earning. Who would do such a thing?"

Phoenix sat at her desk and lit up a smoke. She remained in deep thought for an hour and then called Judy.

"I 'ave an idea. We shall lure the snake out from under the rocks with a cunning ruse. I shall pretend to be hired to chaperone a lady who wishes to withdraw her valuable jewels from her bank's safety deposit box. If our girl is eavesdropping, she might act."

"You mean..."

"Oui, our wiretap becomes our wire trap!"

x

"Mrs. Malone? This is Mrs. Gillespie."

"Ah, oui. Madam. I remember."

"Yes, I'm just calling to confirm I have to collect my priceless jewels from my deposit box at the Columbus Savings Bank, and that I'm happy to have you take them to Shreve's jewellers on Union Square for deep cleaning. If you agree, I'll meet you outside the bank at ten sharp. You recall how I look?"

"You have short wavy hair, spectacles, and walk that adorable Pekinese dog."

"And tomorrow I shall wear my blue dress with a plumed hat."

"Merci, Madam. And I'll be in my two-piece navy wool dress with the lace cuffs and collar. Until then, au revoir."

Phoenix hung up and looked at her secretary, Judy, who also hung up the party line."

"Nice work, Judy. Now let's wait and see."

The next morning, Phoenix drove to the bank in her Derby Bentley and arrived at a quarter to ten with Judy. The reliable secretary got out with the dog under her arm and strolled into the bank while the intrepid PI sat and waited. Sure enough, at ten minutes to the hour, Phoenix was astonished to see her lookalike scoot out of a parked Ford Deluxe Roadster and wait on the steps to the bank. She had the same length of hair and colouring as her, and was dressed in a similar dark blue wool dress. Judy appeared from inside the bank, and Phoenix saw them converse before Judy handed over her purse. Loaded with fake gems and not the real thing. The Ford took off with the impostor, and Judy looked in the car of Phoenix.

"Well, she may look like you, but her accent is pure Texas."

"Did she say she was going to Shreve's?"

"Yes, but that's in the opposite direction."

"Quite. I shall follow the Ford and see what's what."

"Take care, Mrs. Malone."

"Merci."

x

After half an hour driving, Phoenix watched her dupe pull into the drive of a decrepit-looking villa. It didn't seem that large, maybe consisting of four rooms on the ground floor and four rooms above. She waited in her car and saw no others either arrive or leave. She left her auto and slowly made her way to the house. Looking through the ground floor window, she saw the sitting room, under-furnished with one long table, three chairs, and many objects such as paintings strewn about without frames. She walked around to the rear and found the parlour.

The door was unlocked, and once inside, she saw a small breakfast room and a short flight of steps. The flamboyant beauty followed her nose and took the stairs to discover another room full of booty. More paintings, cash, and the very same furs belonging to Madam Haversham. Next door was a small bedroom that had a wall cupboard full of feminine garments, and a single bed, upon which was the fake Phoenix Malone. A curious discovery to find indeed. An auburn wig hung from one bedpost revealing the imposter to be a raven-haired bitch.

"Bonsoir, Mademoiselle."

"Damn! How did you get here? Did you follow me?"

"Naturellement. You seem to be as dumb as I look."

The girl in her camisole sat up and pleaded innocence.

"Look, you gotta believe me. I didn't wanna do it, they made me"

"Who are they? Tell me all their names. Starting with yours."

"My name is Pearl, and I..."

Phoenix cursed herself when her look-alike came at her swiftly and put her palm to her face to give her a brutal shove. The normally graceful French beauty was catapulted to the rug, and she shrieked when the half-dressed tigress encircled her throat and thrust a knee in her crotch. The PI struggled for supremacy and rolled the pair so she could get the upper hand. She straddled her foe and dug her fingers in Pearl's tits and scissored her legs about her waist. Pearl kicked out and swore bloody murder in desperation, but in the brief flurry, the female PI kept her stance until her double weakened beneath her.

"I didn't ask for a fight, but I shall finish this if necessary."

"Very well. You win, you French bitch!"

Phoenix paused and then stood over the beaten imposter like a goddess. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a Persian rug with strands of thin rope around it. She untied it and tested the ropes.

"I'm going to tie you up until the gang returns. Who can I expect?"

As Phoenix twined the rope around Pearl's ankles, she got her answer.

"Lester is the brains of the outfit. He suggested that I look a lot like you and came up with the idea of using that for gain. Then there is Butch and Spike, the muscle."

With deft hands, Phoenix secured the girl's hands together and then tied a scarf around her face to muffle her. Pearl was then bundled into the wardrobe, and Phoenix put a finger to her lips for silence. She telephoned SFPD and connected with the private number of her new friend, Detective Antoni Grabowski, and related the scenario to him. Once she was assured he would be on his way as soon as possible, she sat on the bed and lit one up. An hour later, an auto was heard to pull up, and the doors slammed shut, indicating the return of her adversaries. She planned to take things as they came and try to bluff her way out.

"Pearl? Are you in there?"

"Oui, er, yes."

Three badly dressed figures entered with one of them leading the way. Lester was a large man, round and chubby. His dark hair was parted in the middle and flattened to his scalp with oil. He was flanked by the other two, who leered at her with wet lips.

"Still dressed like Malone, eh? Kinky. Get the gems, doll?"

Phoenix looked around and saw the same bag that she had given Judy with the paste.

"There."

Lester grabbed the bag and looked inside. He seemed pleased and smiled broadly.

"Aces, what a haul. You done a good job, Pearl. And now you can enjoy your usual jollies with the boys."

"What?"

She stood up abruptly with a sense of trepidation as she felt the two goons on either side of her. In a trice, they had their dicks out and were jerking off furiously. Spike had a particularly large appendage. It must have been about eight inches fully erect, of an equally impressive girth. Butch had an odd knob with a kink in the middle of his shaft so that it veered to the left a tad.

"You know, get your rocks off with the boys. We know you like a bit of rough. They're yours."

"Come on, honey. Get 'em off!"

Spike took the bottom of her powder blue sweater and yanked it off over her head, revealing her lace bra. With a final pull, he tugged it up just as Butch swooped lower caressing her hips and lifting her skirt. He cupped her exposed undies as she squirmed on her heels. What a perverse gang! She quickly judged the thugs' bulky frames, decided they were too big for her to deal with violently, and went along for the ride.

"Alors!"

Phoenix gasped when her underwear was ripped away from her loins.

"Ooh! Love that kinky French lingo. More!"

"Connard!"

Busy fingers moved up and down her quim, tracing the outline of her pussy before one stubby digit dragged upward and sank inside her vulva. Spike removed her bra and two grubby mitts gathered in her breasts and pushed them together to make one big tit. Phoenix tilted her head up as a slathering tongue left wet streaks all over her globes.

"You three! I'll leave you to it."

Lester left the room, and the goons dropped their strides and all three fell onto the bed. Phoenix moaned piteously as the pair of groaning no-gooders pawed her naked form with an unhealthy urgency. The ex-model, now consulting detective, wriggled and writhed under the concentrated assault. Up and around her tits went one, dribbling and slathering in his ardour, and stubby fingers dragged over her mons.

"Suck on this, babe. I know you love it."

Spike wagged his bone in her face, and the musky scent from his groin assailed her nostrils. In an unexpected twist, Phoenix felt a frisson of a thrill as she pursed her lips over the bloated cock head. His knob had a salty taste and she salivated to water it down. Butch left her moistening pussy and left her dangling as he too offered up his meat.

"Share and share alike, toots."

He turned her head to her left and she let his dick into her mouth. As she held each cock in her fists she switched between the two as her tingling wetness seeped out of her aching muff. She came up for air and looked each villain in the eyes.

"Fuck me," she ordered as the saucy vixen passed that point of no return.

"You got it, tiger."

Butch rubbed his dick and as she stretched out on her back he went for it and pushed forward. Her pussy took his length and the odd kink in his shaft meant that the angle of penetration felt different. As he began to screw her to the bed, Spike lay on his side so that she could still suck on him. The French beauty hummed on him as she bounced beneath the bulk of the other thug. This must have been a well-rehearsed tryst as the two synchronized their pumping motions. As one

slid in and out of her mouth, the other pounds her with corkscrew thrusts.

"Fuck me, Pearl. You're tight muff is driving me nuts!"

"Here, let me have a go."

They traded places and Phoenix felt her pussy stretch as the well-hung Spike drove up inside her dripping cunt. In her cock crazed lust, the horny brunette loosened her throat and let Butch slide deeper into her mouth until her cute nose was up against his hairy stomach. He roughly grabbed her head and pushed her onto his cock, moving his hips so that he could hit the roof of her mouth.

"Gee whizz! It's like fucking a new woman. Take it. Take it all, slut."

Spike pulled his cock from her tight pussy and spun his wrist.

"Get yourself on top of his cock."

Phoenix inhaled deeply and fluffed up her tousled locks. She climbed into his lap and as she sank onto his

hard pole, she cheekily leaned forward and hung her tits in front of his face. Spike was amazed at how turned on his usual lover was and licked her nipples with a swipe of his drooling tongue.

"OUI, OUI!" she exclaimed in her mother tongue as she smacked into the groin of Spike with vigorous lunges.

"She's getting into the dirty French talk. I love it!"

Phoenix, for so long without her late husband to satisfy her, was relishing the nastiness of being used and taken by these two cretins. In another seemingly usual manoeuvre, Spike let his dick leave her pussy as Butch came behind her and held her by her hips. His erection pushed up between her buns before he shifted and entered her doggy style. He wound his hand around her long hair and yanked her head back.

"Merde!" she screamed and begged the man to fuck her harder. "Fuck that cunt! Take that pussy!"

Butch rammed into her faster, pulling on her tresses to show her who was the boss. Then he withdrew to let Spike take over, and the perspiring female PI rode him like a cowgirl on a wild stallion.

"Fuck me, Pearl. You're gonna make me spit!"

It wasn't long until his cock started spurting cum deep inside her, and Phoenix sighed as he flooded her muff. He had barely

pulled out that Butch mounted her again and pounded into her over and over.

"I love sloppy seconds!" he laughed.

The notion of having two men fuck her together was too much for her, and she welcomed her orgasm which consumed her with waves of pleasure. Seeing her tense up, followed by her cries of passion, put Butch over the edge. He slapped her ass hard and pushed fully inside of her. With both hands, he pulled on her hips to force himself as far inside her as he could and ejaculated. Phoenix was able to feel the two brutes' cum swish around in her quim and leak out in a torrent.

When he was finally finished, Butch released her and she immediately rolled away to the other side of the bed.

"Hello, babe. Been behaving yourself?"

Grabowski entered the room and deposited a groaning and doubled-over Lester. The still-naked thugs rose in anger at the Detective, who instantly brought his left foot up into the vulnerable groin of Spike. The man guy yelped like a wounded dog, and when Grabowski followed through with a knee, Spike fell onto his side in agony. He then pivoted on his right foot and San Francisco's finest balled his right hand into a fist and connected with the solar plexus of Butch. The quickness of his actions had caught both men off guard.

By this time, Phoenix had dressed and recovered some of her composure. She went to the wardrobe and retrieved the grateful Pearl. Grabowski did a double-take when Phoenix plonked the wig on her head and spread her hands.

"She 'as been me, non? And I 'ave been 'er, oui!"

Both she and Antoni laughed heartily at the strange affair as the rest of his crew arrived to wrap things up.

"Saints alive! TWO Phoenix Malones! Twice the fun!"

x

"Chinese Whispers"

How does one join a brothel? Do you audition? Knock on the door and ask? Phoenix thought long and hard on the matter and made her way to Fu Weng Chiang's establishment with an open mind. When she got there, she looked up at the impressive canopy that covered the sidewalk entrance in front of the building. At a casual glance, the place looked innocuous and unobtrusive with a big sign proclaiming 'The Oriental Paradise' and a smaller sign declaring 'Escort Service Available Here.'

The Chinese doorman was suitably attired in a high-collared black mandarin jacket with gold trim. Phoenix had anticipated some difficulty in gaining access, but found there was none. He tossed his head back, which she took to mean she should enter. The assured beauty entered the dimly lit interior and noted the wood-panelled walls of the inner sanctum. Giant vases of orchids and chrysanthemums lined the way, dividing the numerous seats that all faced the low stage at one end. Directly in front of the three-foot-high platform were six seats arranged in a semicircle. Phoenix saw another starchily uniformed Chinese fellow who motioned her to go through a side door.

"This way?" she pointed, to which the man bowed deeply.

On entering this room, Phoenix jumped when something soft brushed her left calf. She looked down to see a Siamese cat peering up at her with enquiring eyes.

"Do you have business here?"

From out of the shadows appeared Weng Chiang with his hands clasped behind his back and his long moustache hanging in two strings over each cheek and past his chin. He wore a mandarin cap and a green silk robe.

"Oh, I came here on the off chance there might be some work for me."

"Indeed. And what kind of employment were you seeking? Clerical, perhaps?" Fu mentally undressed her as he sat behind a large desk. "Or maybe a more physical form of work?"

He waved a hand to indicate she should sit.

"Whatever is going on. I need the money."

"Have some tea?"

"Merci."

A Chinese woman appeared out of nowhere, carrying a tray and a teapot.

"You speak with a French accent, I believe."

"Yes, I'm from France, although I was born in Gibraltar."

"Intriguing. I had nothing in my pocket when I first came to the USA. I came to San Francisco and bummed around until I woke up one day and went out to seek the ones who would know how to use me. I was welcomed by certain groups who specialised in providing prostitutes and adult entertainment. I became a member of the Si Fan, a very powerful tong directly descended from the Manchu dynasty. All over the world, it has spread. Its western headquarters are here in San Francisco. After a long struggle, I have now established my own business. Once I had the ideal premises, I quickly built up a good clientele. We are discreet and maintain a good rapport with the Police Department."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes. I have the cops in my pocket by paying them off to keep my business flourishing. Why, when the police conduct raids on my establishment, no one is arrested. They merely eat my caviar, drink my champagne, and have it away with the girls. They call me Doctor Syn."

"How do I fit in?"

"We are endeavouring to graduate from using just Oriental girls to broaden our horizons." The man rose in his floor-length robe and clapped his claw-like hands. "Come back at eight this evening. We shall size you up."

x

It had been a slow month for business, so when her secretary, Judy Morris, announced the arrival of Detective Antoni Grabowski of SFPD, Phoenix welcomed the distraction.

"Phoenix, are you free at this moment?"

"Anytime for you, Antoni. Judy? A cup of coffee for the Detective."

"Thanks. So, how have you been keeping?"

"Fine, and you?"

"Ha! Still trying to keep San Francisco on the straight and narrow. Which brings me to my point." Judy set down a cup, and the fair-haired cop lit one up.

Antoni thought the office had gone through a makeover with furnishings that were a mix of the old and the new. A picture of his deceased friend and husband of Phoenix, Jack Malone, hung on the wall behind her. A brightly coloured carpet covered the floor now, and there were three chairs in the room beside the desk and a leather chair in which the radiant Frenchwoman sat. The desk looked fairly tidy with a back telephone, a disarray of papers, and a well-used battleship grey ashtray.

"I have two problems. Number one is the fact that I cannot get a break in closing down the biggest and most successful brothel in the City. I send in my boys and they don't come back for hours as they indulge themselves in the attention of all the pretty women therein."

Phoenix sat back in her leather upholstered chair, and she too lit a cigarette.

"Too much temptation, non?"

"Precisely. I'd go myself, but Fu Weng Chiang would laugh in my face. He's the brothel keeper, also known as Doctor Syn."

"And the second problem?"

"Much more personal. State Senator Haldeman believes his errant daughter of eighteen has joined the company, becoming an Asian Moll."

"Comment?"

"A hooker, a Sally, a tart."

"Ah, la putain."

Antoni settled himself in the chair.

"He tries to be a good father, I like him, but he is widowed, and the girl perhaps needs the maternal guidance which she should have had. The plain fact is, Phoenix, that the girl may have become involved not only with sexual favours, but even worse."

Worse?"

"Dope," said Antoni, frowning. "Opium. Filthy stuff. The sad thing is, these young 'uns don't realise the dangers. There's been an upsurge lately in usage, and it looks like a pretty large gang, possibly the Doctors, has set up business right here in San Francisco. This will be the first occasion that I have acted outside of the SFPD, and I feel that I'm being pushed to my limits. The thing is, you can help out big time by infiltrating the establishment and pretending to be one of them. I need you to penetrate the lair of Doctor Syn, and when you're in, try to find Bonnie Haldeman, and at the same time, see if any dope is being sold on the premises. If there is I can nab the son of a bitch and close down the Oriental Paradise."

"Zut! You want me to be a strumpet?"

"In a word, yes. No, I want you to have a quiet word with the girl, try to convince her of the error of her ways. I hope that will be enough. I'm relying on you, Phoenix, to be both discreet and persuasive! It'll come better from you, being the same sex and so on. I'll try to maintain a low profile and keep a close eye on things. Will you do it?"

"Merde!"

x

It always came without any warning. Karl the fog, as the locals called it, came in silence, its chill yellow wisps smothering the streets and alleys in its embrace. Phoenix wore her red embroidered and embellished tulle capelet, with draped sleeves exposing the shoulders, and tapering tightly to the wrists. The dampness of the fog made the gown cling tighter still. A similar doorman as before welcomed Phoenix inside, and the bold female PI found herself in a room full of men drinking cocktails.

"Remember, the place is a den of iniquity. Keep your wits about you."

Antoni's advice was on her mind as she imagined the upstairs rooms busy with all sorts of goings on. A man with a girl on his arm came reeling past her, laughing and carousing without shame. Others roared and drank, celebrating the welcome news that the Volstead Act had been repealed after too many dry years. The woman came up to Phoenix in total silence and bowed. The shorter of the two had a dress of gold silk, with accents in red and black. She stood at about five feet tall with her black hair piled up into a tight bun.

"You are the one called Phoenix?"

"Oui."

"I am Pussy Willow Chiang, daughter of honourable Fu Weng Chiang. Please to follow me."

They wound around a corner to a secluded room that had silken tapestries in purple, green, and gold. Incense burned in copper holders and gave the air an exotic scent. Phoenix saw three stools silhouetted by darting shadows and shades made by numerous candles.

"Take off your clothes," said Pussy Willow as if asking for a mere gesture.

Phoenix was taken aback for a second and questioned the slip of a girl.

"All of them?"

The Chinese girl nodded, and the PI acquiesced and began to strip. She reached for the zipper, sliding it slowly down her back. The gown fell away from her slim form as she displayed her semi-nude body to the girl. Her puffy nipples became hard as she peeled her undies over her hips and thighs.

"Quickly, all the way."

Pussy Willow gave her the once over, eyeing up her breasts, torso, legs, everything. At this point, Phoenix steeled herself and set her mind to the task of investigation.

"Please to sit."

"Very well."

Phoenix took the middle stool and plonked her bare derriere on one of three silk-cushioned chairs of carved ebony, obviously very expensive articles, like everything else in the room, from the bright blue and gold drapes to the huge Chinese jar that stood in one corner of the room, filled with rose-petals, the scent of which made the air heavy with sweetness.

"Are you fixed?"

"Pardon?"

"Do you have protection?"

"Oui, Mademoiselle. I use the Dutch Cap."

"So."

Then, a tapestry parted to allow two other women to enter, followed by two gaunt-looking Chinamen with bootlace moustaches. Both of the women were naked. One had a pair of tits of ample proportions, and the other had long shapely legs and blonde locks. All three sat side by side as Pussy clapped her hands.

"The premise is this. We have one vacancy in the establishment, and you need to prove here and now that you are worthy of inclusion. I shall judge you all. Fetch Lee.

"Alors!" exclaimed the stark naked Frenchwoman as an unclothed yellow-skinned stud appeared out of nowhere with a swollen dick that resembled a zeppelin! His remarkable boner twitched and bobbed in front of him as he stood with his arms folded.

"You are all to suck on Lee for three minutes without pause. Please to begin."

The busty girl on the right of Phoenix sat up straight, took Lee's rampant erection, and let her fingers slide up and down the smooth-skinned rod. She parted her red lips and devoured the shiny knob with glee. Her tits bounced as she shifted on her stool and her hand tightened its grip on his hot dick as she sucked in the bell end with hollowed cheeks.

"Time. Next."

Phoenix swallowed hard as Lee's prick came right up to her nose level. She made eye contact with the young Chinaman as she fellated him with rapid nods of her head, her saliva dribbled out of her mouth as she flicked her tongue around the helmet and wanked his shaft at the same time. The daring PI understood the importance of making a good impression, and she stroked and twisted his shaft with her fist while she gave him a tongue lashing. Her mind went back to the many times she had fellated her spouse, Piggy, and she drew on her experience.

This man was big, however, and his prick filled her mouth easily. Phoenix squirmed on the stool as her pussy became heated and her inner thighs dampened from her arousal. The three minutes were up, and the blonde was up next. Phoenix wiped her mouth and shut her legs together to savour the delightful feeling of excitement. When all three debutantes were done and tested, they relaxed, Pussy Willow looked at them and walked up and down in front of them.

"Now, the sex. Three minutes fucking without pause. Begin."

Lee sat in an easy chair and held up his flagpole of a cock. Titty hovered over him and with a whimper, she impaled herself upon him. Her wide hips rotated in a nice rhythm as she rode up and down. She thrust her bosom out proudly and her boobs danced in Lee's face.

Since the unexpected demise of her husband, Phoenix Malone hadn't had much opportunity for full-blown sex with a man, but she reared up for her turn and sank on Lee's length, and the sensation of being speared was superb, and the slender beauty moaned in bliss. Slowly, she gyrated on him, letting him divide her soft folds with his rod. His hands found her backside, and he squeezed her pert cushions of flesh as her motions grew quicker. Within a minute, she was bucking and writhing in his groin in unbridled ecstasy.

"Next!"

Phoenix pouted and got up just as she was in her stride. The last girl hopped on and proceeded to screw the stud for three minutes.

"Time for Lee to choose."

The perspiring stud took no more than five seconds and shot Phoenix a knowing glance. Pussy Willow nodded and with that, he bent the willowy brunette over the arm of the chair he vacated. He stroked her buttocks and then mounted her doggy style for an encore. Phoenix hissed as he bent over her back and took her creamy tits in both hands. She pushed her ass back toward her paid lover and in a blink of an eye, the Chinaman was buried inside her!

He was used to screwing every day of the week, and Lee knew just how to use that superb cock of his. Not used to having a man inside her, Phoenix shook from head to toe as he lunged up into her with a certain force. The power strokes he gave her pushed her forward by degrees and Lee held onto her hips as he fucked the slim beauty at a steady rate. A rush of blood went to her head, but she still managed to hear the lewd slapping of his heavy balls on her rear end.

"You may ejaculate, Lee," said Pussy Willow with a nod in his direction.

Phoenix let out a sharp retort as rope after rope of his cum filled her up. He finished off by giving her three solid surges, and as he withdrew, her cunt leaked his jizz down her left thigh.

"The vacancy is yours. Return tomorrow evening. The wages are 200 a month, depending on how many tricks you turn. Now go."

Phoenix was thoroughly sated sexually and considered the undercover role to have been a success so far. She telephoned Grabowski to inform him of her progress, omitting any detail of her 'audition' to the righteous do-gooder. He told her that he, too, would be in attendance the next evening in the hope of expediting the matter.

x

Phoenix thought back to her days as a fashion model in Paris as she got into the outfit provided by Pussy Willow. The female looked at herself in the mirror of the changing room and suppressed a grin. Even in her lovemaking with her husband, 'Piggy', she had never played dress up, and she thought she looked comical in the maid outfit. The black uniform had a daringly high hem that displayed her fishnet stockings perfectly. She wore a white apron over the mini dress and a white mop hat that covered her lustrous mane. She rubbed her thighs together to relish the fact that she wore no underwear under the dress.

"We regularly entertain many distinguished guests at the Paradise Club, and tonight we have the privilege of welcoming Lord Frobisher from England. He is a guest of the British Consulate, and his secretary has reached out to us for some adult fun. I hope that you have no aversion to appearing in role play. His Lordship likes all his girls to be submissive and act as maids in the appropriate uniforms. It reminds him of home, and he prefers not one but two ladies to give him a good time."

Phoenix saw a petite teenage girl in a similar outfit to hers behind the Chinese woman.

"Hi."

The girl had a pretty face with a blonde ponytail and knee-high socks instead of nylons. Deep down, Phoenix had the suspicion that this might very well be the missing Haldeman girl.

"And from now on, you are Dolly Molly, and this is Slim Tootsie."

Pussy Willow led them down a narrow passage to the left of the main room. Phoenix focused on the teenage blonde as she teetered in a pair of very high heels. They came to a series of small rooms with the doors completely removed so that any other punter passing by could look in and even join in. This room had a double bed with one occupant. The very flushed and florid-looking Lord Frobisher. In the buff, no less.

"I'll leave you to it."

Pussy retreated and the two whores stood to attention.

"Good evening, ladies. Please call me Pumpy. Ha, ha, ha!"

The blonde smiled, flopped down on the bed, and spread her legs, showing their client she was knickerless.

"Goodness gracious! You bad girl."

Frobisher fell upon her and buried his face between her thighs. Phoenix could see the fifty-year-old Englishman teasing the eighteen-year-old by using his tongue to give her fair pubed muff drawn-out licks. Her hips began moving, and she moaned loudly. Whether for real or acting in the role of Sally.

"What's your name, my dear?" he asked.

Bonnie, My Lord."

"No, not your real name."

"Oh, It's Slim."

"Play with my dick," he said as he lay on his back.

He closed his eyes and moaned as Bonnie's soft pink lips parted over the head of his cock. She bobbed her head, taking more of his cock in her mouth with every stroke. Her eyes flicked to Phoenix, and her expression was one of expectation.

"Feel free to join in, my lovely," said Frobisher with his dick in the girl's mouth.

Phoenix sighed and bent over the bed. She dropped on all fours and speared Bonnie's pussy with her tongue. The young girl was soon rocking her hips back against the Frenchwoman's mouth. Frobisher was highly impressed as he watched the uniformed brunette eating out the blonde, and he thought it one of the most erotic things he had ever seen.

Bonnie choked and gagged as Frobisher thrust up and stretched out her throat. Spit dribbled out around his cock, and she relinquished him with a gasp. He turned to Phoenix, tore her cap off, and took her loose hair in one fist. His erection bobbed excitedly as he stared at her exposed pussy and ass crack.

"Strip off and fuck me, my darling."

For a split second, Phoenix thought it might be an idea to just grab Bonnie's hand and run for it. But there were too many of those inscrutable Chinese around to make it. The exquisite PI removed her apron and dress skirt and let him leer at her sumptuous figure. She kept her stockings and heels on as she pushed him back into the bed and moved to sit astride him.

As she did so, she felt his bell end part her folds and pop inside her dampness.

"Oh, that feels splendid," purred Frobisher as his hands moved to her hips so that he could push her down on his pole.

The smouldering babe put her hands on his chest for leverage and began to ride him harder and faster, and he chuckled at the sight of her bouncing tits. He wasn't blessed with a big dick but Phoenix welcomed the feel of a man inside her for a change.

"Time for a switch, come on, my sweet."

The young blonde had removed her maid's dress and was left in nothing but her cute white socks. He dived on top of her and began thrusting in and out of her. She was lovely and wet, and her ripe pussy was tight too.

"Oh, yes! Oh, My Lord! What a big dick. Fuck me, fuck me, oh, fuck me!" Definitely acting, thought Phoenix as she looked on from one side. "Yes, Pumpy! Don't stop, don't stop. Don't you fucking stop!"

"You little minx! You're such a dirty talker. Suck on this."

Pumpy pulled out and sat astride the panting girl with his cock in his fist. She grabbed it and took it in her mouth, sucking and slurping, and running her tongue around the head.

"Oh, you fucking sexy little slut."

He pulled out of her mouth and he splattered her heaving tits.

"Lovely, lovely," he intoned over and over."

He collapsed on the bed, and Bonnie got up and joined Phoenix.

"I know you. You're Bonnie Haldeman."

"How do you know who I am?"

"I'm Phoenix Malone, and I've been sent in to help you escape this life."

Bonnie looked at the naked woman and burst into tears.

"I've been such a fool. I don't know what possessed me to come here. And now I can never leave."

"We're leaving. I need a little help from a friend."

Phoenix wondered, hoped that Antoni was present in the club. Just then Pussy Willow appeared and motioned for the two to follow her. They left the English Lord in a sweaty heap and negotiated another narrow passage and then down some stone steps. They entered a cool chamber and saw Fu Weng Chiang himself standing in the shadows. Phoenix stepped back a pace in shock at the sight of Grabowski stripped naked and tied to a wooden chair with several strands of rough rope around his wrists, and more around his waist to hold his torso firmly against the back of the seat. He had a black cloth over his head and when it was ripped away the fair-haired hunk blinked and focused on the brunette and the blonde who were stark bollock naked.

"Ah, so that's how it is," he coughed.

For Detective Antoni Grabowski, the satisfaction of catching the bad guys was the only thing that made the hassles of his work worthwhile. Nothing thrilled him more than getting the latest collar and removing him from the streets. He had joined the force immediately out of high school nearly fifteen years ago, and during those times, he had married and been divorced twice. He worked himself up through the ranks to become one of the cleanest Detectives on the force, and his hard-earned muscular physique matched that impressive achievement.

For a few months, he had been investigating the drug trade that seemed to emanate from Chiang's joint, and the increase in the availability of opium led him to believe there was cause for concern. With the help of Phoenix Malone, he hoped to gain some evidence to back his claim. He had spent a good two hours in the brothel and had considered calling for backup, but would they come?

"Evening, ladies. How are you bearing up?"

Phoenix quivered in the buff as she looked the handsome chap all over. What a body! His smooth torso glistened with sweat, and his biceps flexed as he tried to free his bound arms. As he looked upon Phoenix and Bonnie his flaccid cock began to arise all by itself. Fu Weng Chiang came between the ladies and the bound cop.

"It appears that the SFPD's finest sought to busy themselves with searching the premises without a warrant. When my men confronted the Detective, he was forceful and used unnecessary fisticuffs. We do not tolerate this sort of behaviour, and we also wonder if he didn't have some, shall we say, confederates on the inside."

Phoenix merely shrugged, and Bonnie looked completely bamboozled.

"Pussy!" The fiendish Chinaman called for his daughter who popped up in a flash. In her hand, she held a feather duster. "In China, we have a saying that says different locks require different keys. To extract information from this gentleman, we shall use only the most subtle methods. I do so abhor violence."

"Oh, you're not going to beat on me?"

"Heavens, no. We use other means."

Pussy Willow waved the duster in Grabowski's face and he got the message.

"You fucking faggot! I'm a cop. Release me at once."

Antoni struggled, but the rope was looped several times around his wrists and midriff. There was no way he could get away.

Fu nodded, and his daughter began to sweep the duster across Grabowski's stomach and abs, gently at first, circling closer and closer to his navel. Antoni gasped and strained as his hips swayed to avoid the soft feathers.

"Get away! Stop!" Pussy now began to tickle his flanks just above the hips and on up to his armpits. "Oh god! Hah! No, no, no!"

All this time, Fu watched the reaction of a distressed Phoenix who looked on aghast.

"Are you familiar with this man, Dolly Molly?"

"Non," she answered, choking back tears.

"Then you will have no objection to continuing the interrogation. And make it good."

Pussy handed both the Frenchwoman and the teenage Bonnie a duster each as the Chinaman folded his arms. The blonde started at his feet and tickled his toes and insteps. He danced in the seat, and sweat poured down his tied body. Phoenix hefted her duster in her right hand and made large circles in his chest, slowly but inexorably moving south. She had no choice but to do as Fu asked and tickle the cop as instructed. Antoni looked into her eyes and gave her an imperceptive nod.

She probed and stabbed the end of the duster into the insides of his thighs and his dick throbbed and pointed straight up to the ceiling. Phoenix found herself with a wet muff as she was turning herself on as much as she was him. She made contact with his scrotum, and Grabowski arched in the chair. He closed his legs together to protect his balls from the tickling feathers wielded by the nude beauty, but as the tip of the duster danced over his nuts, he let out a strangled cry.

Bonnie was working her tool on the back of his balls and his ass crack and Antoni emitted curious peels of hysterical laughter as the ticklish agony reached new heights. He was desperate to have his dick touched and his member wagged for attention. Phoenix stole a glance at Fu and Pussy who stared directly at her.

"Anything to say, Detective?"

"Yes, fuck you!"

"Make him squirm, ladies."

Antoni moved his hips up and down, desperately fucking air in his frustration, but the incredible butterfly flapping of his thighs and perineum was close to breaking him. So far his cock had not been touched, but Phoenix felt his ache and used the duster to stroke one side of his rigid pole. He sighed in some relief as Bonnie took the hint and dusted the other side of his ivory column of flesh. They busied themselves with brushing his shaft, always stopping short of the glistening helmet. Antoni's hip thrusting became more urgent, more desperate, and in between the laughter, he gulped hard with a dry throat.

"Please let me cum. No! No! Don't let me cum. Ha, ha, ha, ha! NO! YES! NO! YES!"

Grabowski believed that if he came, the game would be over. This was the most exquisite torture, on one hand, he was desperate to cum, but on the other, he has to show his resolve in the face of the yellow peril.

"Fellate him," commanded Chiang, and Phoenix looked at Antoni with a mix of emotions.

She was afraid of the consequences but her dearest wish was to suck on the handsome fellow's dreamy cock. By now, his prick was showing the blue veins in stark relief, and Antoni had never felt so hard, so sensitive in his life. The lust-crazed PI parted her lips and placed the spongy tip into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she let his hot organ slide back and forth, and her left hand dived between her legs as she went down on her haunches.

When she had half of his dick in her mouth, the long-haired brunette salivated and her spit bathed his balls. Antoni yearned to caress her head and run his fingers through her glossy locks, but all he could do was make two fists as his arms remained securely fastened to the arms of the chair.

He grunted as the thirty-year-old Frenchwoman made rapid bobs of her head, ensuring she took his full length down her throat. She came up for air and the young blonde filly took her turn, audibly sucking on his bell end as she hopped up and down on her knees by his feet. It took all of his willpower to keep from coming, and the inscrutable Chinaman began to lose his patience.

"Enough of this foolishness! You two are supposed to be meting out discipline, not pleasure. Finish this charade now so we can be done with him."

Phoenix narrowed her eyes and worked out distance and angles. She and Bonnie teamed up, and they both moved in for the kill. Antoni arched his back as far as it would go, and his whole body shook as the ladies licked his cock at the same time. He ejaculated despite his best intentions and his cum exploded from his balls, erupting in huge arcs from his pulsating member. He splattered the floor with his feet, and he slumped in his bondage, totally spent and grateful.

"This has been most disappointing. You two shall feel the force of my displeasure. Pussy Willow! Fetch my men."

Before the Chinaman's daughter could act, Phoenix was on her, getting the woman into a side headlock by her hair. Pussy screamed and dug her long fingernails into the tits of the PI, and they both grimaced as they fought. They seemed to dance together across the room as they remained locked arm in arm. Pussy managed to get away and with a sneer, she tore away her dress for a better freedom of movement. They faced off, both naked and glistening with perspiration in the warm room.

"Salope!" cried Phoenix as she swung her arm up and gave the other a full slap across the kisser.

At the very young age of six in her birthplace of Gibraltar, her mother had Phoenix take ballet lessons until she became too tall. Now, she suddenly went into the passé and then did a perfect pirouette. Pussy was momentarily baffled until a leg came up and smashed her full in the nose. Performing a delightful allegro and jete, Phoenix then gave her three solid kicks to the loins and Pussy duly collapsed to the floor.

"Had enough?"

"Fuck you!"

Phoenix smiled in victory as she kicked out and connected with Pussy Willow's chin. She folded and went down on one knee, and as she did so, Phoenix bent forward and brought her right leg up her back, over her head, and smashed the dizzy Chinese with her heel. As they both fought, Bonnie had managed to free up the furious cop who confronted Fu Weng Chiang with a full-on head butt.

"Suck on that, Chiang."

The cop padded barefoot to the nearest telephone and called it in.

"I found the opium stash just before his goons clobbered me from behind. Chiang won't survive this bust."

"Good."

"And you, young lady, are going home to daddy."

Bonnie sulked and kicked the dirt with her big toe.

"Gee whizz. I was starting to enjoy myself."

She ran a finger down the broad chest of the bared cop, and his dribbling prick stirred from its slumber ever so slightly. He looked at Phoenix, who returned his gaze with similar urges. For some time now, she had wondered if he shared her craving for him.

"I have to go," he said and vanished to meet his arresting team.

x

Phoenix looked out of her office window on Grand Avenue and took a long drag on her smoke. The street lights had come on, and Judy had left for the day. The Frenchwoman had been moody all week after the affair in the brothel, and work had dried up. She kept the lamps off, and the shadows played out on the walls. She turned sharply as the door opened abruptly and the hulking frame of Grabowski filled the threshold.

"I want you so bad!" he stated as a matter of fact, and they embraced without saying any more to say.

They kissed long and hard, and Phoenix felt his erection press on her left thigh through his pants. In his passion for her body, Grabowski slid his hands up her skirt and into her knickers. He fingered her snatch, and Phoenix threw her head back as she clung to him. The horny female pumped her hips in a rocking motion as he stimulated her with a rapid frigging.

"Turn around."

She did so and planted the palms of her hands on her desk and her feet wide apart. As she bent over, he tugged her underwear down to her heels and lifted her left leg onto the surface. He unbuttoned his fly and retrieved his boner, which he jerked in his hand. With her pussy beginning to drip down her thigh the cop slipped inside her with ease. He pushed in as deep as he possibly could go, then started to bang her hard and fast.

Phoenix whimpered as he slid in and out of her at a rate of knots. Her tits shook in her blouse as she was shunted across the desk over and over. He then pulled her up so that he could bite into the nape of her neck in his excitement. Phoenix felt her breath catch in her throat as he shagged her at his own pace. It was as good as she had imagined it. Even better as they rutted in their illicit quickie.

"Antoni! You're driving me wild!"

The cop grunted as he pawed at her tits through her crumpled blouse. She badly wanted his pulsating dick to shoot his seed inside her as she edged closer to orgasm. With his pants down at his ankles, the Detective pumped and pumped her with forceful pelvic thrusts as he too felt his balls swell.

"Fuck!"

As Phoenix climaxed, Grabowski erupted inside her muff, and they both shook in their respective release. They remained glued together as they panted until he withdrew and let their combined fluids seeped out of her overflowing cunt.

"Phoenix, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."

"Oui, mon cherie. Absolument."

END