3 comments/ 24986 views/ 38 favorites Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 01 By: FourDodos "Is it really only Wednesday?" Dory Drake was exhausted, mentally and physically. After locking her bedroom door, the 5'6" brunette with the 'girl next door' face and body took off her blouse and examined her chest in the mirror. Her nipples and breasts were midsized and pert (unbelievably still aroused), but freshly scratched with several bite marks. Her only remaining piece of clothing was her favorite gray dress skirt, a staple of outfit she loved so much while on the job. Too tired to stand anymore, she fell to her bed and reached groaned. With some discomfort, she raced between her legs to retrieve a finger-full of white stickiness that was still running down her thigh. She gawked at the substance. She began to recall the last 72 hours, which had brought so many potential changes in her life. *** The affair all started on a mundane Monday morning, as she engaged in her usual pre-work rituals over breakfast in her favorite living room chair. "Where the hell is Vashon Island, anyway?" Dory muttered, rhetorically more than anything, as she glanced over the emails on her tablet. "About an hour out of town ... if you must know." replied Anna Drake, a shorter, smaller version of Dory with classic makeup and a pixie haircut, as she passed her elder sister on her way through their large apartment to the kitchen. "Why? New client?" Dory nodded, not bothering to look up. "Do you still have time to take me to the airport today?" Anna inquired, now from across the apartment. "Oh, about that-" "Save it, Dory. It's fine." Anna sighed. She peeled an orange and went on. "I can take a cab, but you're paying for it. The most important audition in my career and my own sister doesn't have time for me. It's tragic, really." "Los Angeles will have to forgive me for trying to keep the bills paid around here. Even a talented actress such as you can appreciate that." she added, lowering her computer to take a bite of cereal. Dory's youthful sister, wearing skinny jeans and distressed tee shirt, certainly looked the part of an LA socialite. She brought a small bowl of fruit back into the living area and sat in a loveseat next to Dory, whose loose nightshirt and flannel pajama pants made for a humorous contrast. "You're just jealous that I'll be getting some sun and-" Anna paused in disbelief as Dory raised a glass to her lips. It was filled almost to the quarter mark with a cloudy white liquid. Much thicker than milk, the murky contents had begun to separate. Dory noticed her sister's silence and decided to break it. "What?" "I really wish you wouldn't drink that around me." she turned away in disgust. "Well, I wish you wouldn't drink it at all- but ESPECIALLY around me." "Relax, Anna." Dory sighed and return the glass to table. She winked. "Of course, I could always throw it on you. You could be a different kind of actress right here in Seattle." Anna rolled her eyes and muttered. "So gross." she stood up, but not before hugging her sister. "I'll see you next week." Dory had just turned 30, and was just as thrilled about as you might expect. But she was still one of Seattle's most renowned and successful private investigators, with a reputation that enabled her to afford this spacious and upscale apartment that she was about to exit. This particular client was unusual and she had to drive outside of the gray city and into the country of eastern Washington. While she loved Seattle, Dory often found herself hating driving downtown. Public transit was no better either. She found the lonely country drive liberating, mostly because she could now dance to Depeche Mode without fear of being spotted doing so at a traffic light (a frequent occurrence). She was strangely calm entering the waterfront area of Washington's elite and well-to-do. The Ackers family did not match the wealth of the Gates by any stretch of the imagination, but you not discern that by the difficulty Dory experienced getting through the gate of their multi-acre estate. The brick driveway lead up to marble steps and ionic columns that held up the front of the Ackers mansion did much to remove her initial calm. Even though she was now wearing her most professional outfit, black suit jacket with matching skirt and heels, Dory still felt lightly out of her league. A maid escorted her through the spacious marble interior, which was sprinkled with with antiquities of mostly Greek in origin. A statue of Athena, Mercury's helmet on a pedestal, Dory was led out to a veranda where she assumed she was meeting Zeus himself. She was wrong about that. It was Hera. Helen Ackers introduced herself as the head of the household. "Thank you for coming on such a short notice, Ms. Drake" she greeted with a firm handshake. The woman was in her mid-60s, with striking sandy hair and a thin, but strong stature. Her beauty was refined and powerful. In short, Dory thought, she was a Greek Goddess in a pantsuit. "Please sit down and make yourself at home." Dory sat across from Helen and a younger woman. She looked to be about 25, with plain, brown hair tied in a ponytail behind her. The girl, whom was introduced to her as Casey Ackers, was slightly plus sized with curves she failed to hide in the frumpy blue dress she wore. Her meek and reserved appearance made it hard to believe the two women were related. "My daughter is why I've called you here." Helen began. "Casey is engaged to a young man in the city, Vince York, some real estate investor of some kind" she gestured, throwing her hand up, disapprovingly. "Casey is set to inherit our family's holding company, so I need your help in assuring that her assets are well taken care of. I've heard rumors that Mr. York has a reputation as a ladies man, seen coming and going to all sorts of social gatherings and-" "And you want me to see if he is cheating on her, then?" Dory confirmed as she jotted away on her tablet. "I see you are fairly astute, Dory." Helen confirmed. "I trust that your investigation will be equally as precise." Dory would periodically glance over at the aloof Casey Ackers, who seemed to be present in body only. She barely paid attention to the conversation, and spoke even less. 'This must be breaking her heart' Dory pondered, adding the notion to her notes. After gathering her usual logistics, she excused herself from the setting. It was almost six o'clock, and she had someone to meet. *** Dory had barely taken off her heels before she heard the familiar jiggle of the entrance lock. The door opened ad walked in a tall woman with dark blond hair and a California tan. Closing the door gently, she removed her long white jacket and glasses. She instantly looked 100 times more casual; with neat black sweater and jeans ... You would not have thought she was one of the best surgeons in town. "Good evening, doctor." greeted Dory from her seat in the living room. "So nice of you to make house calls." The blonde joined her on the chair, sitting on her lap while kissing her deeply. "How was your day, Amber?" "Just a few consultations. Scheduled a procedure for next month..." "Just another day in the life of Seattle's greatest surgeon" Dory playfully giggled, laying her head on Amber's shoulder. The woman sneaked a bashful grin before she deflected. "Did your client meeting go okay?" Dory nodded from her nestled position. "It did, I just have to run some intel tomorrow." "Great." Amber tucked her chin under Dory head, as she usually did when she had something uncomfortable to talk about."So, I have good news. I met a doctor that would be willing to perform a very discreet vasectomy should we ever need one." Dory sighed heavily and rolled her head off of the shoulder. She squirmed and crossed her legs. "Dory, what's wrong? I thought we agreed that neither of us ever want children and we haven't been enjoying the condoms!" "I- I know. I just ... don't know if I like either idea anymore." the young woman replied, voice trailing off into a whisper. Turning her head away from her girlfriend of two years, she could feel the blood rushing to her face. Amber retrieved Dory's chin and readjusted her so that they were face-to-face. "You really don't expect birth control to be my exclusive responsibility, do you?" "No, of course not. I'm sorry, I didn't invite you over to fight ... I-" "And I didn't come over to fight."Amber slipped onto the floor in front of Dory and uncrossed her legs, gently running her hands up her skirt. Dory relaxed a bit and lifted herself up slightly so that Amber could easily roll off the detective's nylons and expose her toned thighs. The doctor then hiked up her girlfriend's skirt to reveal what she was really after. She ran her hand over Dory's 6 inch, half erect, uncircumcised penis, carefully peeling back the soft foreskin and placing the head between her lips. Amber gently stroked Dory's shaft as her mouth suctioned the tip, her own saliva trickling down into Dory's wispy pubes. The skilled surgeon glided her free hand past the hermaphrodite's petite testicular pouch and slipped her fingers into Dory's quivering feminine folds. Dory allowed a coo to escape her lips as she gleefully bounced on Amber's hand- she loved when her female parts did not go unnoticed. Her vaginal muscles tightened around her girlfriend's slick as she felt her hot fluid rising up her shaft. "nnngh! I'm so close!" Dory gushed as she jerked forward slightly. Amber continued her rhythm on Dory's organ until all of its milky contents had safely flooded into her mouth. She spotted a clear glass that was empty save a thick white substance lining the bottom. She spit the mouthful of warm saltiness into the glass, filling it almost to the mark it had been that morning. "I swear..." Amber started, wiping her mouth "Sometimes I think you're trying to drown me." "It's not my fault you're so hot" Dory replied with a goofy smile. Amber was always able to make her bashful. "We'll see about that." The tall blonde stepped out of her shoes, stood up, then started to unzip her pants. The dropped to the floor after clearing her shapely hips. She placed her hands on her lover's shoulders and slowly lowered herself on the still rigid member. Dory's heart raced when Amber's cunt consumed her shaft, the tight muscles gripped her cock like a vise. She desperately wanted to bounce Amber up and down until she spent inside of her, but she knew that wasn't the plan. The woman on her lap barely moved. She simply nuzzled and bit Dory's neck while vigorously massaging her own clit. The couple had not been having sex for five minutes before Dory realized she was in trouble. Every time Amber's muscles flexed, it coated her shaft with more of the blonde's precum. "Your pussy is glorious, Amber." Dory whispered through her gritted teeth. 'I should warn her' she pondered 'But she's so close to cumming ... God, so am I.' she grabbed Amber's swaying hips and massaged them 'Hurry up, dammit!' The more she thought about why she shouldn't spend her invasive seed in Amber's womb, the greater her desire became. She was in agony, so much that she had not noticed that Amber had already shuttered in orgasm, and was now calmly resting on her lap. "Let's go to bed" Dory whispered, pent up, but still relieved beyond measure. "I'll make us breakfast in the morning. I'm definitely craving pancakes." The couple past by a closed door on their way to Dory's bedroom. "I'm surprised you didn't want to fuck me in Anna's bed. Why you terrorize that girl, I'll never understand." Dory laughed "You know I love the taboo. Plus, she has no idea we do that ... speaking of Anna, by the way..." she decided to change the conversation as they covered themselves with Dory's cream-colored Egyptian comforter in the bed. "She's probably moving to LA soon." Amber nodded, silently. "So I'll need a roommate..." The surgeon smiled "We'll talk about it over pancakes." kissing the elated Dory on the mouth. She felt half her age, but she didn't care. She squealed with anticipation, and it was hard for her to get to sleep. But her breakfast chat did not occur, and deep inside Dory knew it would not. Amber had left a note 'ER called. See you tomorrow, honey'. There was always a new emergency, or so Dory thought. Her girlfriend's erratic and demanding hours kept the two apart more than not, and while Amber's top-notch professionalism compelled Dory to admire her, it didn't stop her from sometimes feeling like the mere 'dickgirl booty call'. "She's out saving lives and I'm laying in bed, bitching about pancakes..." Dory commented to aloud before mockingly smothering herself with a pillow. Dory made instant oatmeal that morning. 'It's not so bad, I suppose.' Dory thought about she and Amber's relationship as she drove in downtown Seattle, en route to one of Vince's reported hangouts. But she didn't know if it was fear of loneliness or fear of love that kept in her current grab n' go union. After all, Amber had accepted her 'condition' when the two meet in college, and it was the rejection of a girl she had fallen in love with that humiliated Dory to the point of relocating from Portland to Seattle several years ago. "I know this bar ... its..." It occur to her until she was parked outside of its entrance that Helen gave her the address of somewhere that she was familiar with. It was '2-d-20', a hipster gay bar with adjoining bookstore that Dory had frequently when she first game to live in the city. Eventually, anxiety would win the day and she stopped socializing altogether. 'If Amber hadn't contacted me, I'd still be alone.' she believed solemnly. She started to recall their last discussion about birth control and remembered last year's pregnancy scare with mixed emotions. The couple, drunk beyond reason, attended a mutual friend's beach wedding in NorCal. In the twilight hours, Dory and Amber found themselves alone, rolling about in a patch of sand on a shoreline. Dory couldn't readily remember who's idea it was, but it didn't matter. Dory had Amber's dress pulled up to her chest and was buried balls deep into her ... Panties discarded, Amber's muscular legs were locked behind the brunette's back. Despite her inebriation Dory maintained a commanding rhythm as she would thrust in and out. Looking down, Dory could obverse the moonlight shimmering off the wetness on her cock she retracted. The air smelt of saltwater, clean and pure. There was a mild chill in the air she recalled that nipped goose bumps on her bare shoulders, and the cold sand numbed her bare feet as dug in it for traction as she plowed her new girlfriend for the better part of an hour. The night was perfect. Amber was perfect. She wanted it to last forever. But the tingling she felt on the tip of her organ meant the moment was likely not to last another 60 seconds. She knew she should exit her lover- they could ill-afford an 'accident'. But whether it was the alcohol, heat of the moment, or an amalgam, something caused Dory to lay her head on Amber's shoulder as she began to spend her liquids into the only person she had coupled. She expected Amber to push her away, but the young surgeon accepted Dory's glorious deposit, gasping at the sudden rush of heat, shaking and shivering in aftershock. The two would lay like that until morning. 'We'll deal with it tomorrow' Dory thought, predicting this was also Amber's opinion. But they did not deal with- not well anyway, when Amber's period did not arrive on time. Both women kept irregular hours in their professions. What would they do about child care? What would they put on the birth certificate? What if she was born like Dory? It was a terrifying two weeks until Amber's cycle finally began and it was the last time the two would engage in such reckless behavior. Still, Dory was relieved and let down all at the same time. Her memories of that magic night flooded back to her now and she didn't even readily notice the man matching the picture in her Vince York file walking towards the bar. About to the exit the car, she finally noticed something else- dampness uncomfortably sticking to her thigh, making a large circular stain through her denim. It didn't take a PI to deduce that she had rubbed herself to climax during her daydream session. It scared her that she had not noticed until now. "Un-fucking-believable, Dory" she chastised herself loudly. "You JUST had sex last night. You need to get over last year." she whimpered, attempting to wipe the stain away in vain. Not feeling the need to walk into a bar smelling like semen, she snapped a few quick pictures of her quarry before he disappeared between the doors. "I'll lose him if I go home to change. What the hell is he doing in a gay bar anyway?" Mustering her bravado, Dory stepped out of the car and down the street towards the entrance. Dory spied her mark through one of the building's main windows. He had already moved through the bar and into the bookstore next door, promptly joining a group of gentlemen playing cards at a round table towards the back. "Its tabletop game night..." Dory read the sign on the door. "He picked an interesting night to cheat on his fiance'. But Vince didn't even cheat in the card game he was playing, much less on his fiance'. And with the exception of bathroom breaks, the night was as mild as this morning's oatmeal. Finally entering the establishment, Dory managed to catch Vince at the bar during a rare card game intermission. "Buy a girl a drink?" she playfully raised her eyebrow. "Maybe I'll let you teach me how to play Pokemon." "Tempting." Vince retorted, placing money on the counter. "But its Yu-Gi-Oh." He sidestepped Dory and returned to his table. Dory adjusted her breasts, bewildered that an alleged ladies man would pass up a chance to talk to- well, a lady. Slightly pissed, she followed him, dragging a chair behind her to join the men at the cards table. "Look, I'm sorry about that just now" Dory addressed Vince, ignoring the other four players."I don't want you to think I'm a poser. I was just kidding about the pokemon cards." A dead hush fell over the menfolk at the table, somewhat stereotypically of what you'd expect of a bunch of 20-something Yu-Gi-Oh players when confronted with an assertive, aggressive woman. " ... so do you guys play this because you can't afford Warhammer? That's what the kids used to play here." The quip broke the silence. Vince chuckled "I know, but Warhammer is for nerds, little girl." Dory was very proud of herself for not punching him in the face. "Besides, this location is temporary." added a heavyset bearded gentleman. "We're going to open up our own shop as soon as our capital comes in." "You should probably be quiet about that." Vince tapped on the table and started to shuffle his deck. "Why? Is Casey pulling out?" "Shut up, Steve." "Who is Casey? Your girlfriend?" Dory asked intently Vince opened his mouth, but then thought better of it, and smiled asking "You know you totally smell like cum, right?" Something wasn't right. If Vince was a playboy, he was unlike any she's ever met. There was a few hours of daylight left, and now seemed a good time to get a change of clothing and drive out to the Ackers estate... Casey was home alone, something that wasn't unheard of, as Helen spent most evening at galas and fundraisers. "Will you be joining me for dinner?" the young Ackers inquired as Dory entered the mansion. "Um, sure. I appreciate that. I've been on the road all day." "All guests after 6:00pm are to have dinner. So says mother." Casey replied, turning her back and walking down the hall away from her 'guest'. "In other words, don't mistake your hospitality for kindness?" Dealing with Vince had put Dory in a bad mood. The retort stopped Casey in her tracks. She carried a shallow saucer of sweet honey tea, which she paused to lap up, retaining the stoic face Dory had always seen. "I think I might like you after all, Ms. Drake." Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 01 Throughout the dinner, the shy girl from the veranda melted away, and was replaced with a delightful social butterfly. The Ackers heiress chattered on about various topics, from politics to nature, and who was currently on the red carpet. Not once of course, Dory noticed, did she mention her fiance. Not wanting to spoil dinner, she would bide her time until the two finished before she suggested they get more comfortable. "I saw your rack on the way out. How about a glass of wine to toast our evening?" Dory requested. The girl complied, walking to the kitchen and returning with a vintage red and two glasses. They took their bottle out to the starry veranda. "Where is Vince tonight?" Dory asked, bluntly while she uncorked the bottle. "Don't YOU know, detective?" Casey returned, not nearly as defensive as she would have before dinner. "Don't YOU care, Ms. Ackers?" she was quite happy with the trap she had set. She slid the tip of the bottle into Casey's cup, liquid splashing against the sides of glass. The younger girl recoiled from standing so close to her new "friend" to sit at one of the area's loveseats. "You wouldn't understand our relationship." "Try me. I'm in a pretty strange one myself." Dory sat down next to her. "It's terrible, really." Casey began. "I could be the most powerful woman in the world and the only question people would ask of me is 'where is your husband? ... what does he do?' she paused to finish her glass. "Even my mother, who has managed an entire empire for as long as I can remember, and still she demands I marry to the end of stability ... and Vince is nice enough." Dory almost laughed, but managed to stop herself "There are nicer guys than him, probably. And besides, your relationship is fake anyway- isn't it?" Casey sighed and rubbed her empty glass on the neck of the bottle Dory held. She topped it off and continued. "It's a win-win. I get my mother off my back and Vince has some financial backing for his ... umm ... nerd projects." she concluded gesturing as her mother did the previous day when speaking on the same subject. "I didn't think you were very competent, but now that I've been so honest with you I would consider myself greatly indebted to you if you were corroborate this scenario for me." "You're a bit young to give up on finding a real partner, don't you think?" Casey sighed and admitted "Maybe so, but the men that have been forced upon me have all been the same. Weak, fragile egoists who think their genitalia earn them certain special treatment." "That genitalia can be more of a hindrance, in my experience." Dory sighed. "What about you, Ms. Drake? I saw your beauty and quiet strength the first time I met you. Tell me you have the same conflict ... subjugating yourself to a man, just because he is a man? Whom do you want to submit to Dory?" Casey gazed into Dory's crystal blue eyes, now it was time for the PI to be interrogated. She had locked eyes with countless interviewees, but few intimidated her- even less gave her butterflies. All this, she was feeling right now. Dory was suddenly flushed in a sweat. Was it the wine? She felt that she was naked in front of Casey. The stand off lasted for what seemed like hours. Dory lowered her head slightly and drifted it towards her friend. Casey had tilted her head,and Dory could feel the girl's soft brown eyes study every nook of Dory's face. She caught whiffs of Casey's sweet breath. The muscle between her legs pulsed. Another eternity passed... "Thank you for visiting, Dory. Tonight was enjoyable" The detective swallowed dryly and rose from her seat, heart still pounding like a scared bunny as she limped away. She hoped Casey didn't notice. During the long drive home, Dory had plenty of time to yell at herself. "You looked like a damned fool, Dory. You've got a crush on a 20-something rich girl who is ALSO a client?" she flung her neck backwards, banging the headrest. "And let's not forget the sex you have not TWENTY-FOUR hours ago with your HOT girlfriend! Dammit!" she screamed and punched her steering wheel, horn blaring loudly as the car rolled down the country road, bird and mammal occasionally scattering. "How was your audition?" Dory held the phone with her shoulder, as she straightened her nightie and laid in bed. "It went okay, I think I'll know more tomorrow." Anna reported. "So what's wrong? You never call me and I've only been gone for a day." Dory decided to match Anna's directness and blurted out. "I interviewed a client tonight and I think it was pretty clear that I was into her more than I she was into me and- what the hell is so funny, Anna?" she was bewildered for the second time of the day. She didn't expect her sister to find her plight so humorous. "Jesus Christ, Dory. You're so damn afraid of being out of control any situation for even a second. This is why you and Amber won't work out." "Seriously?" Dory erected herself abruptly. "You have to pick right now to be a bitch to me?" Anna paused for a second to remove the humor from her voice, slight static from the Los Angeles wind the only sound audible. "Dory, I'm really sorry Emily hurt you. I don't know what it's like to be you. But you're in a new city, with a new life, and an awesome sister- don't roll your eyes, Dory." This was the first time Dory laughed all day. She needed it. "You just have to find the person who's going to catch you when they make you fall. Too hallmarky?" "Quite." Dory choked on her 'Q', and laid back down, eyes welling."I guess you're right." "And I know its unlikely," Anna went on. "But maybe your client came on to you because she has a dick too." The older woman giggled softly as tears streamed down her face, soaking the bed. " I don't know, I still love Amber y'know." "Yeah, yeah, yeah ... just do me one favor. Don't fuck her in my bed like you do Amber. I don't know why you think that's funny." Dory was speechless " ... how long have you known?" "Never you mind why or how I know, just remember your little sister tolerates a lot of your bullshit. You should give her a break sometimes. Good night, Dory. I love you." "I love you too, Anna." she whispered, dropping the phone to her side. 'I thought I was supposed to be the big sister?' Wednesday afternoon was a bright and crisp day for autumn in Washington state. 'Its a good day for bird watching.' thought young Casey Ackers as she sat alone on the veranda table, warming her hands with a tall cylinder used to hold coffee. She just finished trickling droplets of sweet cream into her container when a gray skirt suit wearing Dory Drake approached her. "I just delivered my full report to your mother." "Is that a fact?" Casey smugly asked, sipping the sweet mixture. She seemed to have forgotten about last night. "Yup. Better luck next time." "What are you talking about-" Dory tossed the folder she had been carrying onto the table in front of Casey. Various candid pictures of Vince spilled across the table. "Imagine your mother's reaction when I told her that Vince was a male escort. You would have thought the world was ending!" For the first time she could readily remember, Casey had a hard time keeping up with what was happening. "Vince? No ... no, you idiot he's nothing like-" "Now, at first I only had these pictures of him entering 2-d-20, but with the modern marvels of Photoshop, I provided a very convincing argument." Casey felt her blood start to boil. She had already started paying Vince, blaming his incompetence over Dory's deduction. She regretted meeting him in a Yu-Gi-Oh grand prix years ago. 'I'll have to remember never to trust a gimmick puppet player in the future' she thought. "You're going to have to find someone else for your sham wedding. OR, you could use this opportunity to grow up, stand up to your mother, and get what you want out of life. Of course, if you choose the former I suppose there isn't much to stop me from ruining that, too." She was addressing Casey, but she was really talking to herself. Things were about to change, and the detective felt on top of the world as she reached across the table to retrieve her folder. "And she WILL hire me again. Your mother LOVES me." She was a little more than startled when Casey snatched her wrist, gripping it tightly and pulling her closer. "You've got a lot of nerve getting in my affairs after I requested so nicely that you not." she snapped "Don't assume to know me at you all peasant girl. I am my mother's daughter and could have you killed if I wanted." Dory looked in the enraged girl's eyes. She believed her. Casey was powerful, very capable of ordering a hit on someone. But her? "You don't 'look' like you want me dead..." Dory mouthed almost inaudibly. Casey's grip had loosened considerably; she only kept slight pressure on her vein. "Perhaps not..." her eyes finally softened "But your pulse is racing, Ms. Drake. Are you afraid I'm going to hurt you?" 'In a manner of speaking.' Dory's voice trembled, hardly enunciating. She only managed a sigh before Casey moved in to connect their lips. Dory was only slightly smaller than Casey, but the Ackers girl's powerful kisses and embrace almost lifted her off her feet. The intense rush of passion filled her lungs with excited air- she had to tear her lips from Casey for fear of hyperventilating. She stumbled away, tripping over the loveseat arm. The confused girl found herself laying on the cushions, propping herself up just in time for Casey to resume her lustful attack. Dory fought the next kiss less, allowing her lips to open and tongue to flick against the rich girl's. Dory was still dizzy, and Casey had practically ripped her blouse open, and greedily licking and biting her b-sized breasts. 'Why has Amber never done this?' she thought, then winced in disgust. Her lovely girlfriend was off helping people while she was helping herself to steamy bowl of infidelity. She could feel her mound start to moisten, joining her hardened nipples, and erect cock in betraying her. "Casey, stop it." she panted. "Your mother is right in the next-fucking-room!" the thrill of the forbidden nature of her deeds was getting to her. Here she was, having sex with a client's daughter in broad daylight, with the older woman in the next room. While these were all immediate concerns to Dory, they paled in comparison to one. Casey's hand was creeping up Dory's skirt. "Funny," Casey mocked with a voice caked in lust. "THIS looks like the only 'fucking room' in the house right now" It was all too much. Casey knew her mom was yards away from them. She didn't care. She was being filthy, and Dory was about was about to get off on it. "Casey, please stop I have to-" "Oh my- what the hell?" The younger girl pulled arm her hand. Locked in a catatonic gaze, Casey stared at her hand. It was covered with semen that strung across her fingers in thin ropes. She said nothing- and would not look Dory in the eye. And the other girl's member deflated, so did her confidence. Casey was paralyzed. Dory wanted to die. Another rejection. She couldn't bare to wait for Casey to wretch in disgust like Emily had. "I ... I really have to go Amber- I mean, Casey- Ms. Ackers" she templed her fingers as tears welled in her eyes "-I just have to leave." Dory scrambled over to the table for her folder, randomly grabbing at items not bothering to check if they belonged to her and ran for the exit. Casey gave no chase, and instead continued to carefully examine her hand's warm coating. The disgraced detective sprinted for her car door as if she hand planted a bomb on the veranda. Moreover, she was convinced she had done just that. Still, she managed to drive all the way home before she burst into tears. For ten minutes, Dory cradled her steering wheel in her building's parking lot and bawled. It wasn't the first time she felt alone and useless, but it never got any easier. An hour later, a zombie resembling Dory Drake emerged from the car, dragged herself in the building, and up the elevator. She didn't bothering pondering the immense about of damage control she'd have to do. Between her career, Casey, Helen, and Amber ... Fuck it. She'd deal with it tomorrow. She opened her apartment door to find Anna in the middle of the floor, watching an anime on television all, while polishing off a bottle of wine. The pixie drunkenly popped up to greet her sister. "Now, hear me out Dory." she gestured with the bottle. "Actresses are a dime a dozen in California. Why should I waste my talents in Hollywood when I have the perfect career in Seattle..." she paused to dramatic effect "as an detective..." another pause "in your expanded detective agency!" With disheveled clothing and her tear stained, puffy face, Dory could sparsely process Anna's pitch. She turned away from her sister and headed to her room. "Well, I know what you're thinking Dory, but let's look at the facts. I'm probably already a better detective than you. I knew about you and Amber in my room without you telling me. HA! Speaking of which!" the girl jumped remembering something very important. "I've already came up with a name... "Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective!" Anna belted out an obnoxious squeal. "Let's turn your 'condition' into a positive! Plus, the alliteration alone is going to make us millions! What do you think?" But Dory had already closed her bedroom door, locking it behind her. "You look like shit, Dory. Who've you been fucking today?" she yelled from the living room. It really was only Wednesday. Dory almost fell asleep staring at the clump of cum on her fingertips, mesmerized by the remnants Casey milked from her. Without further thought, she licked the salty strands from her hands. It was her comfort food and was too tired to care if Anna thought it strange... it certainly wasn't as odd compared to recent events. "I think this is the most normal thing I've done all week." she said, just before turning out the light. Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 02 "Put that thing down." Anna chided her sister as the two sat across from each other at kitchen table. "This would be perfect," She went on. "But it only has one office in it. Dory complied, silencing her phone that had just buzzed. "What's wrong with just one office?" she asked, attempting to join the conversation. Anna stared at her in mock outrage. "I want my own office- no, scratch that, I DESERVE my own office ... Hey!" She snapped. "Are you listening to me?" "Huh? Sure." Dory was once again fiddling with her buzzing cellular. She placed it down again. "We need a waiting room for the receptionist," Anna huffed as she ran her fingers over the next section of newspaper classified. "Here we go. Two offices, with a lounge because I'll need to relax in between- DORY!" Anna screamed at her sister, a mere two feet away, who was once again tapping on her pulsing phone. The girl attempted to snatch the cell away from her older sister, but Dory hid the device in her puffy sleeping shirt. "Who are you talking to?" She interrogated. Dory sighed soulfully. "The hospital just sprang some conference on Amber. No date for me this week." Anna pursed her lips in duck-face and puckered at Dory. "I'll go on a date with you, sugar." she blew her a kiss. "God, I hate you." Dory replied in monotone. She paused slightly, shifted her eyes, and cleared her throat. "I guess the audition didn't go well?" The youth that was usually so boisterous suddenly clammed up. The question cut her a hundred times more than Dory previous affirmation of hate. She shook her head, both to confirm her sister's suspicious and to fight back tears. "I never wanted to be anything other than an actress, you know that." the distressed pixie cover her face with her petite hands. "So why am I not any good at it?" Dory ran her hand up her sister's forearm and locked their hands together. She was about to do the same with the other hand when her phone buzzed again. She silenced it quickly. Anna popped her head up and glared at her suspicious-acting sibling. "Why wouldn't you let me see your phone if it was just Amber?" Dory swallowed, dumbfound. She was busted. Anna pushed Dory over, along with the chair she was sitting in. The combined mass crashed to the linoleum as the phone went sliding out of its hiding place onto the floor ... Anna straddled Dory as she recovered the device and scrolled through the screen. The little sister's powerful legs managed to keep Dory down for almost a minute, but the elder eventually toppled the girl. Anna kept control of the phone as she too fell to the ground. "I knew it!" she struggled to focus on the tiny screen. "What's this unknown number that keeps calling you?" Dory pushed her aside, forcefully, snatching her phone back before doing so. "Leave it alone, Anna. I mean it." "Whatever. It's not like you can keep a secret for very long ... I'll find out." Anna's statement triggered the events of last week to flood back to Dory memory. She had not seen her girlfriend Amber since she closed her last case. With sinful guilt, she recalled parts of her tryst with the millionaire's daughter ... Casey's firm but delicate hands holding her down, the sweet taste of their saliva mixing together, the delicious pain marks the woman had made on her breasts, and the ease at which she was able to milk her seed from her hard, throbbing- "Um ... Dory ... SISTER ... I know you miss Amber, but..." Dory snapped from her dream to realize her full erection was poking through her pajama pants and into Anna's bony hip. "Geez! Sorry." the slightly embarrassed woman popped up and walked away. Passing her table to her way to her bedroom, she noticed there was new email. She picked up her computer and read it quickly. "Get dressed, Anna. We have a job." "What's wrong with what I'm wearing right now? Sex sells, Dory." Anna spread and posed her pajama clad legs as if she were the worst stripper in the world. Dory rolled her eyes. It was clearly going to be a long day. *** The new client's setting was more of Dory's speed, as the request came from a downtown Seattle sky-rise. The sisters entered the glass window-lined lobby that bright, sunny afternoon dressed to kill. "These clothes suck, Dory." Anna whispered as she tried in vain to adjust Dory's old peach pantsuit on herself. "I'm sorry that I don't buy things with your future use in mind." she smoothly replied as she glided over to the receptionist table. "Dory Drake for Mr. Dawson, please." "That hipster music executive?" Anna sternly inquired, following her sister onto a nearby elevator. "The gold records on the walls around you didn't give that away, honey?" The younger girl had time to collect her memories as she walked down the long, sterile-looking hallway. Anna had recalled the name form her flirtations in the local entertainment scene. Richard Dawson was an indie music mogul that made millions off artists under guise of being 'homegrown, grassroots artists. The whole scheme seemed overtly disingenuous, and rubbed the girl the wrong way. "You should have told me we were going here. I hate this guy, you know that. He's so—"Anna angrily stumbled over her own words." I don't know. He SEEMS so incredibly fake to me." "I know you don't like him, Anna. That's why I didn't tell you. As long as his money is real, we're taking the job." The two reached a door at the end of the hallway, Dory blocking Anna's entrance as she continued. "These are the rules. If you don't like them, stay out here." *** "Nice hair." Richard Dawson, a rugged looking Caucasian male in his mid-50s, was the first to speak, complimenting Anna as she sat next to her sister in his posh office. She flashed a cheesy smile. "What can we do for you, Mr. Dawson?" asked Dory, pulling out her tablet, trying not to laugh at her sister. "Here's the deal, ladies." He started again, clapping his hands together. "I'm starting a neo-British invasion here on the west coast, bringing over some singer/songwriter types with a gritty, mean streets of London sort of gimmick." Anna gripped the arms of her leather chair, enraged as he continued. "I've got it all planned out, even this really interesting venue. It's an old building, kinda rundown. Like I said before, gritty. The kids will eat it up." Dory shot a look at Anna, making sure she was still behaving. "My only concern is the venue is new in town and so is the owner. We really need to make sure he's 'above board'. My people have tons of things going on and don't have time to track down all of his business references. That's where you girls come in..." A buzzing device on his desk interrupted his pitch. He picked up the speaker and listened for only a second. "Sorry, ladies. I'm going to have to cut this short. One of my new artists is stopping by." "That's okay, Mr. Dawson." Dory said, standing. "We've work to do anyway." The office door opened slowly and an exotic looking young woman with flawless light brown skin and a choppy spiked haircut fluttered through. The sprite certainly looked the part of a rock star. Her outfit, short plaid skirt with canvas jacket, mere put the look over the top. "Dory, Anna, this is Mariah Williams. She's one of one my London artists that will be showcasing The Edge Club." "Call me Mari, my stage name- Just Mari." The exotic pixie was elated to meet the American sisters, but addressed Anna specifically. "Are you a musician as well?" she inquired with a smile and airy British accent. She turned to Dory "Is this your agent?" Anna burst into laughter, the first positivity she expressed since entering the office. "Something like that. We're actually going to check out The Edge tonight. Have you been?" "Nice! And no, I haven't yet." she paused to view Anna with elevator eyes. "Count me in for that!" Mari smiled with full shimmering lips. "As for right now, Mr. Dawson. I just have a few issues concerning the music video shoot you planned if ya don't mind..." "Of course, Mari. Ladies, I actually have one more favor to ask before you excuse us." Dawson clambered as he reached into his desk door, pulling out a medium sized box. "If you guys are going to be snooping around The Edge, can you drop my artist portfolios off in the manager's office? He was supposed to have these weeks ago and I'd hate for him to think I'm tardy all the time. That's great, thanks!" Before Dory or Anna could respond, Dawson expressed his faux gratitude. "I can't believe this shit!" Anna screamed once the two were finally outside. "Robert Dawson is the worst! Now we're going to participate in the corporatization of the music industry?!?" "It's a simple job and a legal one at that. We should always be so lucky." Dory remarked, writing down some names and numbers on a piece of paper. "Here. Go home and make these calls." Anna snatched the paper, with eyebrow cocked. "And you'll be doing what in the meantime?" Dory only glared silently, only answering over her shoulder after beginning to walk down the busy sidewalk in the opposite direction. "Delegating." she finally said over her shoulder. "You're a bitch, Dory Drake!" Dory reached in her pocket and powered on her cell phone. Before long she heard the vibrating buzz she had ignored the entire day. She took a deep breath, and slowly raised the phone to her ear. "Hello. Dory Drake here." "Tell me, Miss Drake. Do you normally ignore the phone calls of your clients? I'm surprised you have a business at all, really." Dory felt cornered. She instantly fired back, defensively "What do you want, Casey?" "What everyone wants when they call you, Miss Drake. I have an assignment for you." A hush fell over Dory; She terrified that Casey could hear her heat pounding past her ribcage and through the phone. Her throat dried up like a puddle in the Arizona sun. Her knees were wobbling. To the many passersby, they probably thought the poor girl had just gotten the worst news of her life. She seemed lost- they would be correct in their assessment. "You can be assured of my continued discretion, Dory." Casey jumped in. "I don't wish to harm you in any way." That statement did little to lower Dory's rushing heart rate. Still, she was emboldened enough to respond. "I have a concert to attend tonight and more casework for tomorrow. Can I pencil you in for this Friday?" Finally, she felt in control again. Reciting her 'busy' schedule to Casey even convinced her that she wasn't as lonely as she really was. "I suppose it can wait, Miss Drake." She breathed in reply. The socialite was clearly annoyed at the deferred scheduling, terminating the call soon thereafter. 'What the hell is she thinking?' Dory thought as she boarded a city bus. Casey Ackers was calculating and aggressive, but her attitude after discovering Dory's secret was so cordial- volumes past how Emily received her. *** Dory had met Emily in an anthropology college class in Oregon. The striking redhead was vibrant, funny, and bubbly and made Dory feel alive just being around her. They both belonged to the gay student alliance, which was the only reason Dory felt comfortable enough to ask her out. The rest was history. Anyone on campus could tell the two girls were infatuated (at least physically) with each other, and Dory had never been as happy and comfortable with herself- except for the obvious hiccups. "You need to take those fucking clothes off." Emily hissed, as her naked body slithered on Dory's thirsty tongue one night. The girls had been studying in Emily's dorm, and a tickle match during a break led to the ginger presently squirming on her giant beanbag chair whilst Dory nibbled on her fiery crotch. Emily bit her lip as she propped her feet up on Dory's shoulders, as her girlfriend brought her to a quick and creamy climax. The giving brunette was still in a bra and knee-high skit and socks. Still yearning for action, this sight frustrated Emily greatly. "We've been dating for 2 months, and I've never even seen your pussy, let alone tasted it. Fancy anything wrong with that?" she pouted, crossing her arms in protest. Sitting that child's chair, she looked like a spoiled princess to Dory, demanding a new toy to play with. Despite her attitude, Dory would to anything to appease her. She slowly began to unbuckle the belt that held up her skirt. "There's something we really should talk about before I do this." Emily snickered, practically cutting her off. "I don't care what I looks like, Dory. It's okay." "I don't know if it is." she sighed, and took the naked girl's hand and guided it down her skirt. It wasn't long before she recoiled her arm from the skirt, Dory, and her seat, jumping halfway across the room, it seemed. Emily trembled with a face that alternated before bewilderment and disgust. "Wha— what? What are you? WHO are you?" Dory had so much to say, but couldn't articulate a single syllable. She could only cry. "I'm- I'm me? I don't know? I was just born like this..." Emily realized that her facial expressions caused Dory further distress, and tried to soften them. But she also covered herself in a blanket she removed from her bed. "Really, you should have told me, Dory. I'm a lesbian for fuck's sake. You'd think I wouldn't have to make it clear I didn't want anything with a fucking dick!" Dory was out of words- and breath. Emily might as well have punched her in the stomach. "Look, I'm really sorry Dory. I shouldn't have said all that. I just can't deal with this right now." she looked away from what was now clearly her ex-girlfriend. "I won't tell anyone if you won't." The heartbroken hermaphrodite nodded and quickly gathered her things and was able to quickly return to her own room where she could bawl in peace. The rest of the senior year was a nightmare. The constant paranoia of gossip and rumors as to why the college's cutest couple broke up was all-encompassing. At any given second, the truth could be revealed. She couldn't sleep, barely ate, and avoided everyone, much more Emily. Sometimes, she thought even death might be better than Oregon ... All she wanted to be was away from her life there. Years later, she finally was. *** Dory poured from the packed bus at one of the busiest spots, the general hospital. 'I need to see Amber,' she thought to herself as she signed the guest check-in. 'Even if it was for a moment.' Miraculously, she spotted the tall blonde beauty in the hall on the way to the surgery wing. The woman was surprised though happy to see her detective girlfriend. "Good timing Dory. I was just headed home to pack for the conference. What are you doing here?" Amber cocked her head to the side as she asked playfully. "Anna and I are headed to this club called The Edge tonight; I was going to invite you if you weren't too busy with packing. But really ... I guess, I just stopped by to say thank you for accepting me and my ... condition." Dory fidgeted with her words as well as her feet as she stared into Amber's deep blue eyes. The surgeon smirked, and replied under her breath. "Don't be ridiculous, Dory. Anyone would be crazy not to accept you." "Emily wasn't-" "Um ... yes, she WAS crazy, Dory." Amber almost snapped at her. "There was always something about Emily that was so incredibly disingenuous. I've told you all of this before- she was horrible to you." Her lips came to a thin straight line when she shook her head. "I really don't know where things are going to go if your self-esteem doesn't better." Dory sighed. She knew she was acting like a basket case. "Me and my need for constant reassurance ... Thanks Amber. I want to kiss you so badly right now." Amber broke off their gaze with unease. "I'm sorry about that Dory." "I know ... I know you're not 'out'." she fidgeted more, and sighed again. "Maybe we'll talk later?" "Sure, Dory." Amber smiled... 'Just like she did in bed last week before she disappeared' Dory thought. She didn't attempt to escort Amber out of the hospital. The successful surgeon was confident in her career choice, but not her sexuality. She was a lesbian to only a strict few, colleagues and narrow-minded parents were of course excluded. To Dory, it was clear the woman wanted space. 'She has plenty of things to pack. Why would she want my baggage as well?' She carried the dark, nimbus cloud slightly above her head as she left the hospital. *** To Dory's surprise, Anna was home and had completed her cold calling task before the saddened girl returned. The detective's assistant was now typing up their case's logistics and narrative. "This is pretty boring work." Anna said. She watched Dory make a beeline to their small corner liquor cabinet. She poured a stiff drink of brown colored spirits and downed it quickly before Anna continued. "This guy's personal and business credentials are squeaky clean." "Maybe his dirt is hidden at his club. Everyone has something in the closet, Anna. It's just a question of how much." Dory replied in a low voice, pouring another drink. Anna popped her blonde spikes above the computer and stared at her. "Is something wrong?" "No." she snapped, taking her drink into her room and closing the door. Dory had finished her drink before she even reached the bed. She was angry- at Emily, Amber, Casey, but mostly herself. She stumbled out her heels and skirt, and removed her jacket and blouse next as the sudden rush of liquor into her body caused a warm, burning sensation in her chest. Her panties were next, penis already semi-hardened with blood. She mused for a bit as she stroked herself. She was going to let off some steam, but who was she going to fantasize about? Casey's voluptuous form as she fucked her on the veranda? Dory moaned softly as the thought of her cum splashing against the rich girl's creamy thighs filled her mind. When she was finished soiling the Ackers girl, she moved on to Amber. She would love to bend the blonde over her homophobic parent's dinner table as they looked on in horror. Dory would devilishly smile at Amber's mother in particular, as she burst load after load of potent semen into her daughter's womb. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted all my clothes off?" Dory whispered, eyes closed as she quickly stroked herself. Her torrid fantasy had taken her back to Emily's dorm. She held down the frightened girl's wrists as she plunged her cock deep into the redhead's slick opening. As Dory fucked her harder, Emily's screams turned to moans and she tried to match the dickgirl's quickened pace. Frenzied, Dory bit the girl's neck. Emily's fair skin bruised a hue of purple almost instantly. The sweet taste of the flesh was soon replaced with a metallic one. She finally released her bite to observe a stream of blood trickling down Emily's neck and onto her heaving chest. The sight was glorious to Dory. She felt triumphant and invincible. There was only one thing left to do before truly claiming her victory, and she knew Emily wasn't on birth control. "Good luck getting those skinny jeans over your baby bump, Emily." she announced, grabbing the girl around her pale hips. Dory whimpered and grimaced in delight as she felt her hot fluid rushing from her shaft. She didn't want a single drop to escape as the first burst of baby cream began to coat Emily's fresh and fertile egg. She waited until her balls had released all its contents before leaning back over to kiss the mangled bite mark she had made. The well-fucked redhead lifted her ass slightly off the ground as if allow excess sperm a chance for entry, frantically rubbing her clit and nipples in the process. She began to moan louder. "She's coming..." 'She sure is' Dory thought for a minute, not realizing it was Anna talking through her door. For a moment, she was disappointed to find her smooth stomach covered in her recently spent seed, not deeply embedded within Emily's womb. It was a shame, really. She had a name picked out for her dream child she has just finished making. With any luck, would have had Emily's hair color. She pictured her ex tormented by a small frizzy-haired ginger, and began to laugh uncontrollably. Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 02 "I suppose it's too much to ask for you not to embarrass me tonight, is it? Mari is coming here right now. PLEASE check whatever it is that's bothering you this week for a few hours." she could hear Anna stomping away from the door. Dory was only slightly disturbed by the violence and aggressive nature of her fantasy. It was very unusual. The most unusual aspect was that she liked it. "Just what the detective ordered..." she rolled her eyes at her own cheesiness, scrapped her coated stomach with two fingers, and placed them in her mouth. Dory opened her bedroom door and saw that Mari had arrived, and also that she and Anna could have been twins, as both girls were wearing practically the same outfit. Compared to mini-skirts and band t-shirts, Dory's loosely fitting jeans and long sleeve thermal top left a little something to be desired. "Hey you," Mari greeted with a grin. "Interesting choice of outfit, Dory." She I saw your legs in Mr. Dawson's office. You've good a great body, I'm just surprised you're not taking this opportunity to show it off." "Yea, Dory." Anna added "You don't EVER wear little shorts or skits. What's up with that?" She ignored her sister's prodding and went to make herself another drink. Back to reality for Dory Drake. The girls caught a taxi across down to and attractive Soho style neighborhood that contained a few coffee shops, Indian buffets, sushi bars, and of course, The Edge club. Indeed the building was both on the edge of the neighborhood next to a highway exit, and also on the edge of falling apart. The brick establishment was equally weathered by time and graffiti. The inside was not fairing much better, with floors dirty and sticky and paint cracking off the walls. This health and fire department's nightmare did not dismay the trio. Anna and Mari had each performed in worst looking dumps, and Dory was too drunk to care. Because Dory had decided to have one too many earlier, the mission now relied on Anna to sneak past a tied-off, albeit unguarded, staircase up to the building's offices. Relatively helpless (and worthless), Dory stood watch at the base of the stairs, eventually needing the banister to hold herself up. The girls had arrived early using Dawson's VIP ticket influence, but now the general audience started to flood through the main entrance, and the influx of skinny jeans, flannel shirts, and gaged ears pestered Dory's anxiety. Thankfully, Anna came downstairs a few minutes later. "Where the hell have you been?" The big sister demanded. "Calm down. I had to drop off that portfolio package and there were a few guys up there. And before you even ask, no they did not see me." The crowd began to push through the foyer, so Anna continued as two joined the herd into the main stage area. "I don't know if there is anything going on here, Dory. We should just enjoy the show tonight and tell Dawson the place is clean tomorrow." "Maybe..." Dory said incredulously. Anna shook her head. "Have another drink Dory, you look like you're sobering up." she said, turning away from her and joining the mass headed toward the stage. "I'm going to, but not because YOU told me to." Dory had to scream over the sound check, not that Anna was around to hear it anyway. A mini-bar was stationed toward the back of the open space, and this is where Dory decided to camp out. She hated most music, especially the kind of indie noise that now blared through the loud speakers in this dimly lit room. Except for her masturbation session, it had been a horrid day for her. The detective's current circumstances had left her lonely and uninspired. Plus, she was pretty sure she and Amber were through. She felt crazy, and all she could muster was to order another drink and sulk. *** Two hours into the show Dory found Anna in the crowd. "I'm going home, I have a headache" Dory yelled, pulling the girl aside. "Will you be okay?" Her older sister looked tired and rundown, so Anna decided to give her a break. "Sure, I won't leave alone, I've got Mari. I'll see you later." *** The cab ride home had all the silence that Dory yearned for. The hum of the car's engine and heated interior almost lulled her to sleep, and only the rhythmic pattern of streetlights piercing the darkness of her seat kept her from fully succumbing. Finally, the car approached its destination. Dory was prompt with her payment and gratitude. She headed for the door. "How was the show?" The soothing voice behind her sounded like Casey Ackers. Dory turned to confirm that the girl, donning black cocktail dress wrapped in a long peacoat was approaching her. Startled to see the young woman outside of her mansion, she said nothing at first. "Don't worry. I just got here. So it's not as creepy as it seems." "So ... what are you doing here?" Casey titled her head uncharacteristically and gave a flirtatious smile. "Mother and I had an early dinner so I excused myself for a moonlight drive. I was about to leave a note on your car when you left the taxi." Her smile straightened and her tone became stern "I'm afraid my assignment cannot wait until the end of the week, Dory. May I talk to you inside?" Dory was still on edge, cautious of Casey's power over her. Any buzz she possessed from her night of drinking was now gone. Her hands shook, slightly but fearfully, as she fiddled with her keys to open the apartment door. Casey removed her coat and sat on sofa as Dory fetched a bottle of wine and two glasses- she had a feeling she would need another drink. "I should say for the record that it was rather rude of you to leave my house so quickly last week." Casey began. "You left me with quite a mess on my hands." Dory slammed the glass bottle on the counter, nearly breaking it. "You've really came a long way just to mock me." She didn't hide that she was hurt by Casey's comment, and stormed toward her room. "Please lock the door on your way out." "Wait. I'm- I'm sorry. I just not good when it comes to matters like these." Casey admitted, shaking her head. "Please, sit down." It took a good minute for Dory to reluctantly backtrack to her favorite chair, facing across from her apparent tormentor. Casey started with a steady temperament. "So if you don't mind me asking, what are you?'' Dory sighed and hung her head, building the courage to address the question. "When she was alive, my mother worked at an energy factory. She and some other workers were exposed to chemicals that made their children like me... a hermaphrodite, I guess." she pondered aloud while stealing at glance at the dancing Seattle skyline. She shook her head as she returned to the topic. "But I hate that word- I hate the whole idea." "It isn't a derogatory word, Dory." Casey, who moved from her seat to take one next to Dory, tried her best to be comforting. "I know, but it's a label that makes me stand out. And I don't want to stand out. Not like that anyway." Casey placed her hand on top of Dory's and squeezed. "It's your beauty that makes you stand out." she added, picking up the distressed girl's hand and laying a gentle kiss on her palm. She could feel Dory's pulse rush through her limp wrist. "I had every intention of showing that last week when I..." she cleared her throat. "Jumped you. I hardly knew what I was doing." "How long have you been a lesbian?" Dory asked. Casey scrunched her face before answering "I didn't know I was. You were my first girl, err ... so I thought. I didn't know what to expect." Dory smiled. "But you certainly didn't expect to be came on." Casey nodded knowingly as she sighed. "And there within lies the problem, Dory Drake. Your semen was the most wondrous thing I've ever had on my hands." " ... what?" Dory thought that she still might be drunk. "Yes, Dory. It sent a warming sensation throughout my hand and arm. Then, I had some kind of hot flash and before I realized what I was doing, your semen became the most wondrous thing I've ever had in my mouth. " ... what?" Dory had been expecting blackmail, not one of Seattle's most affluent blissfully confessing to eating her seed. "And if I knew it would take this long to contact you, I would have not used the last few drops the way I had." She recalled the story as if it were yesterday. Casey had begun to lick off everything Dory had left on her hand after she heard the detective's car speed away. The burning of rubber jerked her from the trance with a single dollop remaining on her middle finger. She carefully lowered her hand to the inside of her dress. With ease, she moved her damp panties aside and placed the warm stickiness on the hood of her clitoris. A soothing sigh passed in her breath as she propped her feet up on the loveseat and massaged Dory's cum into her own body. Casey's panting became increased in volume as she slipped her fingers deep inside her wetness. "That was kind of risky" Dory felt compelled to interrupt. "I have sperm. Are you on birth control?" Casey simply shook her head, not seeming to care about the gravity of her actions. This shocked Dory. Amber would have nothing to do with such business. The revelation was a great relief. She felt comfortable in her own house again. "So you see my problem, Dory? You have something that I've desired for a long time." "Just a week?" the blushing woman chuckled and cleared her dry throat. "Oh, I'm afraid it's been much longer." Casey smiled and stood. She slid to the kitchen and retrieved a wine glass. "Here," she continued after extending it to Dory. She returned to the sofa. "I'm typically a 'glass is half empty' kind of person. But why don't you give it your best shot?" Dory twiddled the glass stem in her slim fingers; her heart was beating out of chest once again. "What's wrong? Need some encouragement?" her sultry guest leaned back in her seat and lifted her dress, revealing her meaty thighs and neatly trimmed pubic area, delicate petals already glistening with dew. She lightly caressed and fingered herself, staring at Dory all the while. Slowly, Dory stood and unzipped her pants. The garment was inaudible as it dropped to the floor. As Dory returned to her seat, she picked up the glass and slowly massaged her newly throbbing member. At first, she felt humiliated- a freakshow, performing on a pedestal. But after locking eyes with Casey, she saw something unfamiliar in the young girl's face. There was a passion that spoke to Dory- to her heart. The communication was loud and clear; Casey wanted her and needed her. "You should come closer..." Dory invited in a husky voice. She felt as if she were about to explode. Casey happily stopped masturbating and crawled over to her idol on all fours. "I don't think we need this glass, do we?" the hermaphrodite hinted, smiling, stroking her thick shaft. Casey concurred by leaning over and giving Dory's penis a single long, deliberate, lick. A panicked cry jumped from Dory as her muse accepted her large organ into her warm mouth. Dory was in heaven. She gently frigged on her own soaked womanhood with one hand, and fixed the other on the back of Casey's head, gently ramming her cock deeper down the girl's throat. Casey herself tried to coax Dory's monster further, to the point where she was able to feel and smell Dory's soft pubes on her nose. After a few more seconds of lustful swallowing, she gagged as Dory's cock pulsed and twitched sporadically. She pulled away slowly until just the tip was in her mouth. She wanted to make sure she could savor every last drop. Not a moment too soon. Dory quickly covered the roof of Casey's mouth with gobs of semen. The greedy girl could not keep up with the flood and didn't try. The excess of the thick liquid rolled down her chin and onto the front of her dress. Possessed, she finished the contents of her mouth, then lapped up the remains on her face, chest, then finally what still oozed from Dory's cock ... still rock hard. Dory frantically grabbed and pulled at Casey's dress until she was naked, exposing her new lover's large DD breasts and flat tummy. She pulled the bigger girl to her feet and bent her over the chair. Casey assisted by spreading her legs as Dory guided her rocket into the rich girl's flawless pussy. "Oh my god, Dory." The princess moaned as she felt her body being penetrated. Dory fucked Casey, manically from behind, the hermaphrodite's balls wetly slapping against Casey's clit, adding extra yelps and screams to the symphony of lust the girls made together. "Casey, can I come in you?" Dory managed in between her primal grunting. "I don't know, CAN you?" her mounted lover dared back. Finally, permission to come. All she wanted was to explode her invasive DNA inside a willing, fertile body. To watch Casey's body to swell with her baby would be the most exciting climax! She felt her heart leap with anticipation and grabbed Casey's hand, which clutched the end-table next to the chair. CLANG "I guess this belongs to her, now?" The metallic sound of a single key hitting the nearby table broke Dory's focus on impending impregnation. She had failed to hear the unlocking of neither the door nor Anna's awkward gasp in the doorway. Dory's limbs were frozen in a malaise of fear and shame. This was not the way she wanted her relationship to end. The usually somber and stoic Amber looked as if she had been slapped. It didn't take Casey long to realize who this was, and pulled her soaked sex from Dory's now wilted cock and sat upright in the chair. "I brought your sister home from the concert you invited me to. We didn't mean to disturb you." "Amber, I-" Dory's face was red- bright red. She could feel it. Her skin burned brightly "No, It's not important. It's fine. Goodbye, Dory." Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 03 "Really? That's it?" Although Dory Drake had just been caught cheating on Amber, she was furious at her jilted girlfriend. She knew had no right to be so indignant, but she would be heard nonetheless. "Two years! Two years and I- I'm cheating on you and you're breaking up with me and you still can't find time for a serious conversation?" Dory was hysterical; she knew she had no right to be that as well. Recalling the events in question aloud made her tear up. Amber, having regained her composure, shot her an icy glare from over her shoulder. "I tried calling you a few times," Amber explained as she observed Casey Ackers' curvy and full body still nude, hot and sweaty from the fast fucking she had just received. "But I see why you didn't answer now. I'd have a hard time pulling out of her myself." "Thanks. I'm Casey, by the way." The young girl extended her hand. Dory saw what Amber was doing; Deflecting. Another way she preferred to deal (or rather, not deal) with uncomfortable situations. She frowned, "Amber, please... If our relationship meant anything to you at all, just talk to me this once. I'll never ask you for anything else." Amber straightened her thin lips. "Cover yourself Dory and we can go outside. I doubt your friend wants to hear our nonsense." "I'm sorry, this won't take long." Dory whispered to Casey as she threw on her pants and shirt. As the women exited the apartment, they had to past a greatly hungover and fatigued Anna, sitting on the floor outside of the door. "Why are there so many naked women in my apartment?" she whined aloud. "I just want to go to sleep. It's not fair!" "NO ONE is stopping you from going inside, Anna." Dory snapped at her through gritted teeth and she zoomed by. The retort stifled the grumbling girl, whom continued to prop herself on the wall and whimper. *** "You seem to think that I had this train wreck coming..." Amber asked when she was sure Anna was out of earshot. "Explain that, please." Dory took a deep breath, looking for a mixture of oxygen and courage. "It's not that. I didn't set out to cheat on you tonight. You're wonderful, Amber. That is, you're wonderful when you're 'here'. The blonde's eyes became perked. She angled her head at Dory. "That's a little one-sided, don't you think?" She chided her angrily. "And selfish and childish and a bunch of other things that describe me, I know." Dory confessed, leaning against the hallway wall and throwing her head back. "Between me and your career, I lost. Between me and your parents, I lost. I just want to win for once, Amber. I want passion, and romance, and a family, and to hold someone or be held every night. And I can't win by chasing someone that doesn't care to be chased." There! Dory thought. The words came so easily. The weight of years harboring had suddenly been lifted off her shoulders. She sighed with a sense of great accomplishment. Not only that, but also Amber seemed to be listening, understand, and agreeing. The woman palmed the side of Dory's face. "Why have you never told me any of this before?" "You never asked." Dory whispered, resting her head softly in Amber's hand. Her voice seemed to have a painful limp. "And you didn't seem that interested in that kind of life." "I'm not." Amber said, and then smirked for the first time. Dory replied with a weakened smile of her own. She was further surprised when the taller woman leaned over to kiss her lips, pinning Dory's head against the wall. "I admire and love you, Dory Drake. But I'm also going to hate you for a while." "I understand. Take care, Amber." "Say goodbye to Anna for me." Dory's eyes were locked on the tall feminine figure as it slowly shrank down the hall. The sight was painful, but not empty. She felt an inkling of hope attached to the end of her first real relationship. This was for the best. She turned away only when Amber was completely out of vision. "So, I guess you guys won't be having a threesome tonight?" Anna confirmed as Dory got closer. Dory just hugged her. When the sisters returned to their apartment, Casey was already dressed and was about to leave. Anna had just closed her bedroom door when Dory inquired the girl's next destination. "I think we both got what we were looking for tonight, Miss Drake." Casey's dispassionate formality sickened Dory. She feared they had just completed a business transaction. Was she angered about being the 'other woman'? Unlikely, Dory thought. In theory, she knew about Amber. She wanted Casey to stay the night, but was completely opposed to begging her. "You can leave if you want, but I'm sure you'll just be thirsty again tomorrow." she caressed her package through her pants. "Plus, I can make us pancakes." Ultimately, Dory decided that bribery was the most honorable course. Casey chuckled at the girl's vain attempt at flirting and sighed "Next time, Miss Drake. Mother will be expecting me soon." Discouraged, Dory just nodded and stepped aside. After locking her door, she didn't want to think for the rest of the night. She didn't want to ponder on how lonely her bed was, or how Amber might be crying herself to sleep right now. In fact, she didn't say a word until the next morning as she and Anna talked over their oatmeal breakfast. *** "I forgot to ask," Dory said between bites of the piping hot oats later that morning, "How was the rest of the-" "I'M NOT A LESBIAN." Anna replied quickly, and nodded with affirmation. " ... show?" Dory blinked at her sister's short and defensive retort. The sisters sat in the awkward silence for seemed like minutes. Anna finally heaved a dramatic sigh and continued. "Mari kissed me last night." Dory nearly spit out her food, laughing at the humorous news as the flustered girl continued "She was drunk and also pretty mad at you for not staying and for 'leaving her hanging' whatever that means. We made a toast and then she slipped her tongue down my throat." she shuddered at the recollection. "What's the matter, Anna?" she smiled, devilishly. "It's because she's black, isn't it? Why don't you like black girls?" Anna rose from her chair and loomed over the table at Dory. "I. Don't. Like. Girls. You. Fucking. Lunatic." she announced with staccato fury. Dory continued her verbal assault after finishing her orange juice. "I don't know why you're so upset. You guys will be able to get married in Washington sta- WHAT THE FUCK, ANNA?!?!" Her little sister thought she had tolerated the teasing enough, and decided to dump her remaining oatmeal on Dory, who spent the better part of the next hour chasing the girl around the kitchen, trying to murder her. *** After an indefinite truce, the Drakes found themselves in Richard Dawson's office being congratulated by the mogul on the completion of their last case. The Edge Club and its owner had been given a clean bill of health, so to speak. "Good job, girls." he exclaimed in his typical devil-may-care air. "Welcome to the family. I've got a brand new job for you." he quickly tossed a folder towards the girls on the other side of his desk. "Martin Francis. Singer/Songwriter from the mid-west. We've got him signed for a two-record deal, though I've heard rumors that he might be moonlight for a few indie producers around town which will void his contact with us. Check into him, please. "Right away, Mr. Dawson." Dory said, elated to have the steady work. Dawson walked from around his desk to shake the lead investigator's hand. "I know you won't disappoint me." Suddenly, the smile on his face was replaced with concern. "Dory, do you have chicken pox?" Dory adapted a grave look of her own. "No, why?" "I just couldn't think of another reason as to why you'd take an oatmeal bath." He commented, peering down his nose at her. "Seriously, you smell like oatmeal." Anna leapt from the chair and left the room, quickly. *** "Do you have anything to say before I kill you?" Dory asked her sister on the elevator down to the building's exit. "I want to take on this case alone. I'm going to prove to you I can handle myself." Dory raised her eyebrow, surprised. "Seriously?" "Yeah. Just trust me, okay? Don't worry." "If you're trying to actually 'make' me worry" she replied as the pair hit the bustling Seattle sidewalk. "It's working." She was about to demand that Anna filter any actions through her when her phone suddenly vibrated. Dory checked the number and smiled while answering. "I was just thinking about you." She waved goodbye to Anna and the two shared a sisterly smile. "Now that you're clairvoyant, can you hazard a guess as to what I'm in the mood for?" Dory grinned from ear to ear. "See, I told you that you should have stayed!" "Granted, Miss Drake." Casey Ackers never cared for admitting she might have been wrong about something. "My mother owns an out-of-the-way bed and breakfast called 'The Albatross'. Do you fancy lunch?" *** Dory knew of the place, but only by expensive reputation. Swanky and sleek, she felt overwhelmed by the large, leather bound menu of exotic sounding entrees, and had a hard time selecting an item for their impromptu lunch. "What's wrong? You're not looking at prices, are you?" Casey asked over her wide brimmed glass. The crystal vessel teemed with a bubbly deep orange mimosa. "I can't help it." Dory muttered, her eyes glancing over the double digit priced entrees. Casey managed to keep a firm voice through her smile. "Well, this is my treat. So, stop it." While it wasn't necessary, the statement made Dory very happy. "So, I guess this is a date?" her hopeless romanticism exposed itself. "I suppose" Casey said, signaling for their server. The girls chatted like old friends on the deck of the restaurant over posh sandwiches and summer shandy. Towards the end of the meal, Casey disappeared for a moment, only to return and cover the check. "I have an important meeting to attend, Miss Drake. Please give the server this when he returns." "Oh ... sure." Dory was confused, and disappointed- again. "Thanks. Feel free to check over it if you desire." Casey's last words sent tingles into Dory's stomach. As her lunch date faded out of sight, she opened the standard black leather cardholder. A key fell onto the cloth lined table, barely making a sound. A room number was attached. Her heart skipped a beat, too exited to keep any sort of rhythm. Apparently, Casey knew how to keep things interesting. Dory made her way up the winding staircase to the second floor, her heels bounced gleefully down the Persian carpeted hallway to the key's assigned room number. She unlocked the door and spilled into a large room, walls ornate with ancient Greek-style mosaics and scenery. The centerpiece of the room was the king-sized 4-post bed, draped by a thinly veiled cream canopy. Casey's body was wriggling through the lush layers of blankets as she popped her head out of the covers. "I thought this room resembled my veranda well enough for a proper redux." "I couldn't agree more." Dory tried not to smile as much as she wanted to. She wasn't quite sure if this was a dream. She stripped as fast as she could as Casey pulled back the covers, revealing her nude, silky form. Dory slid into bed against Casey's soft body as the two began to kiss. The lovers would occasionally break from their passionate, sloppy, wet kisses to suck on each other's hardened nipples. First Dory's playful bites on Casey's large soft breasts, then the young heiress would lick and tug on the hermaphrodite's wide areolas. Originally, the aggressor, Casey allowed herself to be dominated by the smaller woman. Dory held down the plump girl's pudgy wrists and began biting and gnawing at her neck and shoulders, slowly at first, but eventually chewed with such force that it caused Casey to wince and whimper. Surprisingly to Dory, Casey's pain excited her greatly. She felt a few droplets of her own feminine cum trickle down her leg and onto her submissive lover's meaty thigh. She had an idea. "God you've made we all wet, Casey." she said, pausing from the red imprints she was making. "I know what you want, but you're not getting a drop until you taste me." No one had ever gone down on her, not for cunnilingus anyway, and Casey Ackers was going to make her feel like a woman whether she wanted to or not. Casey rolled over and the two quietly switched places. She grabbed Dory's shaft and was really to drool over its head until she realized a deal had been made. Reluctantly, she moved the hardness and pouch aside to allow her tongue to graze over Dory's womanly folds, already frosted with warm white dew. "Ah!" The girl gasped at the indescribable feeling of receiving oral for the first time. Casey could feel Dory's vaginal muscles flexing against her powerful licks. With one hand, she tried to force the girl's head deeper in her pussy. With the other, rubbed her shaft up and down, squeezing her swollen head randomly. She grabbed a handful of Casey's hair and pulled the girl's head to service her other genitals, and as Casey sucked her cock, Dory moved her body around to return the favor. As she tongued between Casey's chubby thighs, occasional squirts of pungent excitement shot into Dory's mouth. She had no idea her rich lover had gotten that excited over going down on her. Indeed, the girl was close to her climax, and it gave Dory a wonderful idea. She started to lightly thrust her hips as Casey swallowed her member, while also quickening the tempo of her licking. Dory was attempting to control the pace of both girl's orgasms, and what resulted was beautiful. As Casey's climax released a final gush of bubbling hot lady lava into Dory's mouth, the hermaphrodite also spilled a full load of fluid into her lover's hungry mouth. It was a carnal exchange of sex juices, torrid and equal. The exhausted girls adjusted themselves and held each other as they drifted in and out of consciousness. An hour later, Dory awakened to a familiar warm tightness between her legs. She quickly gathered that, in the midst of 'spooning', Dory had guided herself in her girlfriend's willing body. With sensual friction, Dory's still rigid member slid in and out of Casey's quivering pinkness. As the two gained full awareness, their arousal skyrocketed. Dory grabbed Casey's hips and fucked her with long, deep strokes as the Ackers girl lifted her leg to grant her lover deeper access. As the hermaphrodite approached climax, her pumping became frantic, panting in Casey's ear when she wasn't biting her neck and shoulders. She had been waiting a long to time to be this close to someone and couldn't wait any longer. Dory let out a tense sigh as she came, spending inside Casey's forbidden womb in great volume. Casey clutched two handfuls of blanket, as her head thrashed from side-to-side, reacting to the surge of heat in her body as she shuddered to an orgasm of her own. "Are you okay?" Dory panted with concerned. "Yes. Yes, I'm fine." Casey was breathing heavier than usual, even for sex. "Nobody has ever done that in me before. It's different." "A good 'different'?" Dory worried as Casey sat up. "I think so." she trailed her fingers down her stomach to where Dory's glorious deposit had begun to leak from her. "You do produce an alarming amount of this stuff." She used two fingers to retrieve a dollop. Dory giggled "It can't be helped. Good thing there's so many uses for it." she joined her girlfriend in cleaning the blanket of her seed, the fingers going directly into her mouth. "I always keep a jar or two around the house. I never get tired of it." Casey Ackers was as close to a worshiper of Dory's cock as one could be, but even she took exception to the girl's strange indulgence. "Dory! Doesn't that go bad or stale or- something?" Dory paused, having been asked a question she never bothered to ask herself. She had left a glass on her coffee table overnight more times than she could remember. "I don't know." She finally said, bewildered. *** Weeks passed, and Dory returned home from a new case briefing to discover that Anna had a surprise for her sister. A tall man with sandy blonde hair and a scruffy beard was sitting with Anna in their living area. She found his initial personality to be relaxed and out-going as he shook her hand. "Dory, this is Martin. We're going to a show tonight." "Nice to meet you, Dory. I've heard a lot about you." "Not everything, I hope." She glared daggers at her sister. "Nah." Martin laughed "it's all good. I'm gonna run to the bathroom, excuse me ladies." Dory used this candid time to sit down next to Anna, who conspicuously started reading a magazine. "I take it that's Martin Francis." she asked. Anna only nodded in response. "And I also take it you've joined his entourage to find out what he is up to?" "mmhmm..." Anna hummed, still reading. Dory paused. " and you're going to fuck him, aren't you?" "mmhmm..." she confirmed. Still humming. Still reading. Disgusted, Dory jumped up. "I was wondering when you'd start setting back the womens right's movement. Thank you very much, Anna Drake." "I don't see what I'm doing as bad." she put the magazine down. "At least, not any worse than you sleeping with Casey." "That's different." Dory snapped. Anna chuckled and crossed her arms. "I can't wait to hear this." Dory began to argue with her arms. "What happened between Casey and I- It just happened. And it wasn't under false pretenses and it certainly wasn't in the middle of an investigation!" She paused as Anna returned the magazine to her face, a bit more somber than before. Dory thought about her harsh words, then sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. That came out the wrong way." she returned to the sofa to tussle her kid sister's hair. "I've done things like that before, and I regret every single one of them. I just want to see you handle yourself with dignity. That's all." Dory watched Anna slowly roll the magazine into a cylinder shape. She quickly slapped the newly made weapon across Dory's crotch. Dory recoiled and yelped in pain. "Dammit, Anna! What the fuck is wrong with you?" she had more to say, but her phone rang. After the pain subsided, she was able to answer. "Dory Drake here. Yes, ma'am? Yes. I'll be there right away." she closed her cellular and turned back to Anna, who appeared very triumphant. "It looks like we'll BOTH be working tonight. Be careful, okay?" "Don't I always?" Anna spoke from the side of her mouth. "I should start saying the same to you." *** As Dory shut the door to her apartment, she saw a familiar face approaching her. "Why Dory Drake, it's been ages!" "Hello, Mari. Are you going out with Anna and-" Dory was rattled by their collision. Mari had run into Dory and embraced so forcefully that she lost her train of thought. She looked down into the musician's dark, exotic eyes as Mari smiled back. "Mari, are you okay?" "Well, I'm not quite sure yet." the British girl whispered. "But I guess I'd better get going for now. Doors open at eight. I'll see ya later, Dory." Confused, Dory resumed walking to the elevator. "Oh, Dory?". Mari was just outside of Dory's apartment door when she shouted back at the detective. The girl appeared to be bustling with happiness and fright- and confusion, apparently; she simply said "Never mind. Have a good night." "Artists..." Dory said to herself, shaking her head as she boarded the elevator. *** "Thank you for responding to my call promptly, Dory." Helen Ackers was fidgeting around in her library when Dory arrived at the Ackers' Estate. "But I would not have requested you so immediately if were not urgent. Please sit down." "It's no problem, Mrs. Ackers." Dory was remarkably comfortable in the house without Casey's presence. "How can I help you?" Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 03 "It's my daughter again, I'm afraid." she began. The powerful matriarch's personality seemed different this time. It was distraught, disheveled and above all, helpless. "She is involved in a new relationship and I suspect it is a very odious affair." Dory's heart stopped then began pounding uncontrollably. She cleared her throat as the woman continued. "It's not like her to be so secretive, and she disappears often with no explanation. And just between you and I, Miss Drake..." Helen drew in closer and whispered, as if the walls (or books) had ears. "I've discovered semen on various articles of her clothing. I don't know what kind of madness my little girl in involved in so could be a dear and look into it?" Dory's mind raced at the same speed as her heart. Her heaving chest was racked with guilt, but then decided her emotions were misplaced. After all, Casey was an adult and their sex was consensual. Dory feigned a smile. "Absolutely, Mrs. Ackers. We will be in touch." she reassured her client with an eager nod. She was walking towards the door when Helen shouted in a monotone voice. "I hope you've been using protection, young lady." She stopped, dead in her tracks, and turned slowly. Her heart was still lodged in her throat. "I'm sorry?" She stammered. "You have a dangerous career, dear. Do you carry a firearm? Knife? Pepper spray?" Helen inquired, taking a sip of her tea. Dory, looking like the cat that had eaten the canary, shook her head quickly. "I see. Take care of yourself, Dory. I'll see you soon." *** She drove a bit slower from the mansion that day. As much as she felt for Casey, she worried if her current employer could dictate her daughter's relationship choices. A blaring car horn from behind broke her haze of contemplation. "Okay! Okay!" She yelled, not realizing she had slowed down so much on the tight, 2-lane country road. "I've never even seen a car on this road before." She pressed the gas a little, then settled back down and let her mind wonder again. "I should talk to Casey about this ... though I guess going behind my client's back would be unethical." she paused, then resumed talking to herself aloud "but I guess sleeping with a client's daughter isn't much better. Dammit, I JUST yelled at Anna about this." Dory had not realized the car behind her had moved to the opposite lane until it was to her side. She was still unaware that something was dreadfully wrong until the vehicle slammed into her side. She jerked the steering wheel in one direction, and then the other, desperately trying to stay on the road. Too late. Now she was pass the road's shoulder with a locked steering wheel. Slamming on her brakes as she was hurdled into the short grass caused her car to spin toward a collection of trees, and Dory surrendered herself to the fact that she was about to have a very bad accident. But what to do? Protect her head? Her arms were frozen, bracing for eventual impact. The side of the car's hood clipped a shrub and slowed its speed greatly. The car finally hit a medium sized tree and stopped moving. The last sound Dory heard was her head cracking the driver's side window. Pain. Then silence. Then... "Miss Drake? Can you hear me?" As her head lay on the inflated air bag that saved her life, Dory's eyes tried to flicker and focus. Still conscious, she struggled for comprehension and also not to black out. "Good. I'm glad to see you've made it. It would not have been my intention for you to die, but this is still a pressing matter." 'Someone's in the car now.' Dory thought. "I originally hired you because I didn't think you were stupid. I'd appreciate the same respect, Dory." ' ... Helen?' "I have plans for my daughter that does not involve fraternizing with someone from the wrong side of the tracks- and the wrong side of the gene pool for that matter. I thought better of you, until I pulled your medical records and discovered that it was YOUR whorish semen on Casey's dress; And that's when I found out what you really are. These midnight rendezvous, these disgraceful meetings at my family's bed and breakfast ... they end now. I will not allow you to embarrass my family, Dory." Dory tried to prop herself on her right arm, but it was slightly numb. All she could feel was a warm stickiness and though she was able to determine that must be bleeding, she had no idea just how badly. Helen went on. "Please, dear. Remember this advice. You may not walk away from my next warning." Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 04 "You--" Dory tried to lash out at Helen Ackers, the woman that had apparently caused her accident, only to find that her right hand was neatly wrapped in a sling. The sterile buzzing of medical equipment told her she was safely in a hospital bed, though she could barely move. Something heavy mass lay on her side and labored her breathing. She contorted with great discomfort to look downward. Tufts of spiky blonde hair crowded her blurry field of vision. "An-- Anna?" she muttered in a gravelly voice. "Please, get off of me." The younger girl woke up, her eyes and lips were puffy from crying and lack of proper sleep. Still, she had never been so happy to hear her big sister. "Thank god, Dory ... I don't know what I would have done--" she burst into tears again. *** Dory Drake had been hospitalized for the better part of a month. Miraculously, she came out of her coma and survived with few long term injuries, though she had yet to regain the full use of her right arm. A few days before she was scheduled to be released, one of her surgeons that saved her life entered her room for a follow-up interview. "How is everyone's favorite car crash victim today?" the tall blonde asked. "Oh, honky dory." she picked up her right hand, still in a brace, with her left. "Thanks for everything, Amber." "Well now, it's about time you started appreciating me for my workplace prowess." Amber smiled, pulling a chair over to Dory's bed. She sat down and clutched her patient's good hand. "So you want to tell me what happened out there?" Dory broke eye contact "It was a deer. I'm so embarrassed." Amber stared for a moment, and then shook her head. "That deer must be quite the physician. You had severe damage arterial damage in your arm and it looks like someone tried to stop the bleeding before the first responders arrived. You would have bled to death if not for that. Apparently, someone didn't want to die but didn't bother sticking around for the ambulance ... what does that tell you?" Dory's red eyes welled with tears quickly. "Amber, stop." "And I also know they found you on the same road where the Ackers girl lives." Amber sounded angry. "No wonder she hasn't been here to see you." "--What?!?" Dory gasped. Amber might as well have stabbed her. She couldn't speak. 'Not even once?' Dory thought. In a whole month? She was devastated, and Amber knew it. The doctor held the broken and battered girl as she began to cry softly. "I'm sorry to do this in front of you." Dory sobbed. "Is this weird?" "Yes, it is." Amber smiled. "But it's fine. Shut up." After humbly sniffling, Dory added, "I-- I just thought that she and I were--" "I know what you thought." Amber cut in and kissed her bandaged forehead. "And I'm sorry." *** The next day, Anna was helping Dory into a car which the detective was unfamiliar. The interior was too clean to be Anna's, but she didn't attempt to deduce more than that. She chose to alternate between staring at the people on the sidewalk, those who had carried on with their lives even though her own had been deferred, and her stitched-up right arm and wrist. Even without a medical background, she could tell that Amber had put great care into her work. 'It must have been hard for her to do after being humiliated' she winced as she thought. 'I fucked her over. And for whom? Casey? A tryst with a girl who didn't even check to see if I was still alive?' Feeling the weight of anger, guilt, and helplessness, she decided to change her internal monologue. "Nice car." Dory broke the silence. Yes, back to the car. "It's Martin's." Anna replied quickly. Dory sighed. "Glad to see you've been keeping busy." her quip went ignored. "Have you been keeping up on our cases?" "Actually, I have. The only client you have be bothered with as soon as you're up for it is Dawson. There are a few loose ends I need to get you caught up on. First of all," She flashed her hand in Dory's face. She hadn't noticed that her sister had been wearing an engagement ring. "Are you fucking kidding me, Anna?" Dory reacted with controlled outrage. Her head was still groggy from the pain-killers "This is a loose end?" "Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't wait for your permission to get engaged, Dory." her sister snapped back. "Martin was right there for me AND you in the hospital most days. That's what happens when you go Robert De Niro on me." "What the fuck are you talking about now?" Dory now had a headache, the kind only an irrational sibling can bring on. She was glad to be back, even though all the morphine in the world could dull that kind of pain. "Robert De Niro in 'Awakenings'. It's a movie about a guy in a coma that wakes up and--" "Yeah, I know the damn movie." she interrupted and turned away. "So, do you want to tell me where we are, or is that another loose end?" Anna had brought the car to a stop in a parking tower downtown. "We're actually going to have lunch with Martin and his friend." Anna opened her door and stepped out, but not before turning back to Dory. "I'll thank you not to embarrass me in front of my fiancé." "Right..." Dory freed herself from the car. The sisters strolled across the street to a small taquiera where 2 young men sat outside. "You didn't even ask me if I wanted Mexican. It doesn't even look like they serve alcohol here." Dory had not complained in well over five minutes. She felt as if she were due. She recognized Martin from before her accident. He jumped up to gently hug his future sister, clearly happy to see her alive and relatively well. "This is my friend, Carter. Carter, this is Anna's sister, Dory." "I'm charmed..." the musician, stylized with dark brown hair and unkempt goatee, attempted a seductive voice as he shook and kissed Dory's hand. His slovenliness put off Dory greatly. " ... and I'm gay." she replied. "Like, super gay. But nice to meet you, too." Anna interjected "Glad to see your brush with death didn't stifle your bitchiness. Carter is the producer that Dawson suspects Martin is working with." Dory was speechless. Between she and her sister's rampant indiscretions, they would never work as private investigators in this town again. "You ... told them?" "Of course I told him" she said, placing her head on Martin's shoulder. "You can't expect me to keep secrets from my future husband. "I've been saying it for years," Carter exclaimed to everyone except for Dory, who had her palm in her face. "Dawson is a leech on polite society. He's trying to get rid of you because you hang out with me, his arch-enemy. That and it free up capital for his brit-pop bullshit." "It's not that serious, Carter." Martin shrugged and interlocked his fingers with Anna's. "You and I have been friends for 10 years. Dawson's not like that." "Buddy. You're gonna end up in jail next to Rodney. Try getting married behind bars if you don't believe me. You know what they do to guys like us in prison?" "Who is and what happened to Rodney?" Anna shifted her eyes to each side. "Rodney used to run the Edge Club-- before he went down for drug trafficking." Carter snatched the burrito from his place and tore a piece off in his mouth, leaving particles in his beard. "Now, how'd that guy go from straight-edge to finding blocks of coke in his office?" Dory lifted her head, concerned. "When did that happen?" "About two months ago. It's a miracle that it hasn't been in the news." Martin confirmed. Dory shot a brief look of disbelief towards Anna. "And if that wasn't shady enough, the bank seized the property and is going to sell it to one of their other clients. Now, guess who THAT is." Martin shrugged again. "You're a goddamn conspiracy theorist, Carter. Where do you get this stuff from?" "Look man, all I'm saying is that Rodney wouldn't push dope for Dawson to the kids in his building-- and he got shut down. Mari wouldn't do that porno music video and her last show got straight up canceled. I haven't even seen her in weeks-- that girl's probably dead!" "She was sick, Carter." Anna dismissed, getting annoyed. "Food poisoning my ass!" he slammed his first on the table. Carter's noise quieted the group, mostly because of embarrassment and not his perceived righteousness. "So, Dory. Are you going to Martin's show tonight?" She flexed her bandaged hand. "My first hearing about it, but sure." "Great!" Carter seemed like a completely different person now. "It's a double date." "Oh, it's definitely not." Dory laughed. "Yeah. You better watch out, Carter." Anna warned. "She's got a pretty big dick." "Exactly." Dory confirmed, but also thought 'this thing is more trouble that its worth. Why didn't I have it removed? Tomorrow we're going to close out the case with Dawson and buy a few newspapers. I think we're going to need some new jobs.' *** "What are the chances that package we delivered for Dawson was drugs?" Anna was helping Dory get dressed when the injured detective began to worry. "I don't know." Anna said, checking Dory's brace. "It's possible. Why?" "I'm just trying to gage how dangerous this guy is." Dory said solemnly. "I'm beginning to suspect he could be lethal." Anna froze. "Lethal? You mean like Helen Ackers?" Dory flinched at hearing the woman's name. "Amber told you?" Anna nodded "She also told me not to kill her. She knew I would." "Save it Anna." Dory tried to laugh off her sister's threats. "I'm serious, Dory. It's always been us against the world and no one will ever come between us." she kissed Dory's cheek before concluding. "Besides, I have exclusive rights to torture and defame you. Why everyone doesn't adhere to that is beyond me. Now let's go. We'll be late for Martin's show." Dory wrapped her arms around her sister, squeezing at hard as she could. She knew Anna meant every word. *** The Artisan Nightclub was an upgrade from The Edge in both size and cleanliness. Also cleaner, was the clientele. The youth in attendance were quiet and reserved as they filtered into the stage area and the music started. Martin was an acoustic crooner, and kept instrumentation minimum. This appealed to Dory's sensibilities far better than the concert which she barely remembered. She stood towards the back of the room sipping a gin and tonic and listening intently. 'Maybe he wasn't so bad' she thought. "I'm pregnant." Dory heard the familiar English accent whisper those pair of words in her ear. She looked behind her, Mari was nearly in tears. "Um ... Hi." was Dory's confused response. Mari shook her head in disbelief. "You don't remember, do you?" Dory remained still in silent contemplation until she felt a tingling stir in her heart. Now she remembered. That night of their visit to the Edge Club, Dory was in dire straits. *** She had been sitting alone at the bar that night ... until Mari joined her. "A sex on the beach for me and my wallflower friend here." she said to the bartender taking a seat next to Dory, who had been drunk since leaving her apartment that night. "Not that you're in a need another drink, Miss Drake." Dory sighed mournfully and stared into the distance. "I had sex on the beach once, over a year ago. I'd say I'm overdue for a little action." she picked up her new glass and toasted the buyer. "Well, you're pretty hot." Mari sized the woman up from her seat. "You shouldn't have a problem getting laid." Dory sheepishly grinned and leaned towards her to loudly whisper. "I'm a hermaphrodite." Mari laughed, excited. "Aww, wow. You're shitting me! You've got bullocks and everything?" Dory nodded. "On the beach was the only time I've ever came in my girlfriend." she let out a lustful sigh "Oh my god, it was glorious. We thought she was pregnant." Mari flashed a bright, pearly smile, as if about to call 'bullshit' on such an outlandish story. "I think you're trying to have a laugh with me. I'm pretty sure I've read that hermaphrodites are sterile and never fully functional." "My boys-- err girls-- they never got that memo..." Dory ran her hand down to the outline of her semi-hard cock, massaging the bulge. Mari, distracted by Dory's obscene gesture, looked the hermaphrodite in the eyes again. "Okay, Dory Drake. You want to come in someone? I'll let you come inside of me." Mari mistook Dory's initial silence for rejection and added "It's okay really. I'm on the pill, in case you're worried about having little black babies out of wedlock." "Yeah, right." Dory laughed. "I'm sure anything that comes out of you has got to be beautiful." Dory staggered to keep balanced on her stool whilst leering at Mari. The ebony sprite bit on her own bottom lip as she pulled her short skirt up a little higher, revealing her dark inner-thighs. "I prefer that anything that comes INTO me be just as beautiful." She leaned in close. "You fit that bill pretty nicely, I'd say." "Oh my..." Dory was flustered, face reddened by the amalgam of alcohol and flattery. "That was pretty hot. Anything my past girlfriends have said pales in comparison to that." Mari stepped off her stool and leaned into her quarry. "I think you'll find that most of your women will pale in comparison to me ... literally and figuratively." she concluded by kissing Dory on her warm lips. Mari's lips were much fuller and softer than Amber's. Dory thought she could fall asleep kissing her. "I think this will be quite the experience." Mari gleefully said after breaking the kiss. The remark sent Dory into a sudden rage, and she pushed Mari back onto her own chair. "I'm not your fucking lesbian test subject." she snapped and stormed off to the bathroom pushing through waves of straggling teens. "Fucking bitch..." she muttered as she sat in the stall. She had to brace herself on the walls, as the room starting to spin as she urinated. She finished and clumsily collected herself, vaguely recalling being mad at Mari, but not quite sure why. Dory stepped out of the stall and was blindsided by a barrage of Mari's sloppy kisses. Dory recoiled, and the odd couple stared longingly at each other. A devilish grin grew on Mari's face. "This feels right." her voice dripped with seduction. "This feel so bloody right." she nudged Dory back into the stall and followed. As she turned to lock the door, Dory grabbed her by her thick waist and almost rammed her head into the door. She was able to brace herself at the last second, as the fully effect Dory flipped Mari's skirt over her plump brown ass. With little preparation, Dory forcefully slid herself inside of Mari, who squeaked as her body stretched to receive the new girth. There was nothing romantic about Dory's primal thrusting. She pounded Mari's soaking ebony mound from behind for several minutes. Occasionally, a concert goer would wander into the shoddy bathroom and be greeted by the groans of two women engaged in what sounded like very rough sex. No one dare interrupt them. Startling to Mari, was that the roughness was doing the trick for her. She felt the familiar trickle of her juices running down her leg-- then something not so familiar. Another kind of fluid suddenly flowed over her own as the penis inside of her jerked and twitched. Dory had just flooded her tiny, empty womb with a heaping load of baby cream. Almost immediately after emptying her torrid contents into Mari, Dory pulled out, turned around and crouched over the toilet to start vomiting. "Seriously," Mari exclaimed, out of breath. "so, you're just going to start puking then?" the confused girl shrugged. "I guess this means I won't be getting off anything soon?" She adjusted her panties and left the bathroom, lover still retching on the floor. There, Dory would lie for another hour before awakening from her blackout. She had no recollection of how she ended up on the dirty floor. As she washed her face in the sink, she concluded that she had somehow just fallen off the toilet. Whatever. She was tired and wanted to go home. She found Anna in the crowd, and told her just that. As the memories filtered back, Dory felt sick again. The cheapness, the objectification. She was mortified at how she had treated both Mari and herself. Her quest for romance and acceptance had hurt a lot of people, now stood in front of her a very scared young girl, barely 22, that was thousands of miles away from home and carrying her child. Dory bolted from the stage area and feel to a bench in the club's lobby with Mari in tow. The pregnant girl joined the hyperventilating Dory on the bench. "Oh my god. Mari, I'm so sorry ... I just ... I just forgot." "Really, Dory. It's okay." "No, it's not okay." she didn't realize she was still carrying her drink, which was more gin than tonic, she threw the drink across the hall, plastic cup making a loud snapping sound against the brick wall. The girls sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Neither wanting to make the first move, the braver of the two finally dared to speak. "Well, this was certainly a series of firsts." Mari concluded. "My first time with a hermphrodite, is also the first time my birth control failed. Oh, and this--" she tapped her middle. "This is also my pregnancy and rest assured, Dory Drake he or she is all yours. Fancy getting coffee right now?" "We can't..." Dory whispered. "What?" Mari did not hide her fear of rejection. "The caffeine..." Dory explained. "You can't have any more coffee." Mari smiled and nodded. "I'm sure I'll get on with decaf." *** "I was going to tell you when I ran into you at your apartment building ... Then, I wasn't going to tell you at all. Maybe go the adoption route." Mari began as the two stepped out of a side street diner. The couple had sat, quietly sipping hot beverages and runny eggs in relative silence for over an hour. It had taken the entire meal for the young girl to muster enough courage to discuss their difficult situation. "But, then you got in that crash, and I was so sad." she continued, eyes welling up. "And it wasn't like you were just one of my mates, either. It was like I loved you-- or something. Does that make sense?" Dory finally broke her silence. "Of course." She couldn't help but stare at Mari's midsection. Her loosely clashing clothing of plaid and camo was no doubt concealing a fresh baby bump-- HER baby. The thought both thrilled and terrified the 'father'. "My mum is going to lose it. She was worried something like this would happen. Little rebellious rich girl in the states for the first time." "Rich?" Dory questioned and she thought. What was with her and rich girls? "Not me. Them. Mum and Dad are doctors. Brother is a footballer. Midfielder. He's pretty good. Going to be in the Premier League soon. I guess both their kids are pretty impractical." "Premier League, that's soccer, right?" Dory asked, trying to keep up. The girl half-smiled, light ebony skin glowing in the muted yellow streetlight. She shook her head and replied "You've disappointed me at every turn, Dory Drake. You don't know how to hold your liquor, or get your partner off. I would have suspected you didn't know anything about how the rest of the world works." "Funny." Dory rolled her eyes. "First of all, I'm through with drinking. And secondly, I've had no complaints until you came along." "Oh, I didn't 'come' at all, Dory. That's what we're talking about, isn't it?" Mari titled her head and stared into Dory's sharp blue eyes. "Maybe I'll let you make it up to me one day." Then she turned away, suddenly. She seemed to regret the flirtatious words once they left her lips. "Ya know, I shouldn't even be talking with you." she held her stomach and she continued walking. "You've put quite a nice little dent in my career path if not ruined it altogether. What am I going to do with you?" "I'm sorry." Dory said, thinking that she had never sounded so humble. She was probably right. Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 04 Mari pulled away as Dory attempted to hold her hand in commiseration. "It's not your fault, really. Besides, you're not my only shag this year and I'm sure I'm not yours. What's your girlfriend going to say about all this?" "I'm not seeing anyone, Mari." Dory admitted with a sigh. Mari shot a backwards glance with cut eyes and her arms crossed. "Doctor kicked you to the curb, did she?" She looked Dory up and down. Another sigh heaved through Dory's lungs. She was getting annoyed at the girl's quips. Mari's airy English accent was grating to say the least. "Amber and I broke up months ago. I cheated on her and started dating someone else..." She paused to huff, embarrassed by the circumstance. " whom, I guess in-turn broke up with me." Indignantly, the spunky girl prodded. "You've got quite the hot prod, don't you? Are you sure you don't have any other kids out there?" "Why? Would you be jealous?" Dory snapped back, her taunt almost childish. "Hardly," Mari scoffed. "So should I be checking myself for diseases, then?" She straightened her back and balled her fists. "You seem to get passed around like a pair of hand-me-down panties. What a catch you must be!" Heated, Dory protested loudly "You have no idea what it's like to be me--" "Oh, that sounds a bit rehearsed, Dory. I guess that gives you the right to do whatever you'd like. Do you ever tire of playing the martyr?" She didn't think. Dory pushed Mari, not very hard, but enough for the smaller girl to stumble back a few steps. Confused, she grounded her stance, preparing to defend herself against further attack. They sized each other up this way. Mari clutched her stomach. The flurry of warm butterflies worried her.. She recalled a similar feeling the first time Dory has pushed her. Once more, the women found themselves passionately and clumsily kissing, this time on an empty city street. Dory pulled Mari into the closest alley, practically in the back of the diner where they had just eaten. Silhouettes hidden from prying eyes, Dory pinned her dark skinned quarry to the building's brick wall and bit at her neck and chest. She ran her hands down Mari's still petite waist and shapely hips until she found her pants zipper. Exposing her plump ass and mound covered in curly black hair, Dory maneuvered the fingers on her left hand into Mari's heated folds. The sudden union of cold hands on hot flesh on a chilly October night sent waves of synergy through both of their bodies. Overpowered, Mari kneaded Dory's chest whilst lifting her leg to allow her lover deeper access to her moist opening. Her yips and grunts echoed throughout the alleyway as Dory finger fucked her to a quick and abrupt climax. Mari's breath froze in the brisk air as she tried to regain her composure. Dory removed her hand from Mari, coated with a slick and slimy souvenir of their quickie. "Don't think this makes us even, Dory." Mari reminded, wheezing, pulling up her pants as the hermaphrodite silently licked her slick fingers clean. "Do you ever shut up?" Dory asked bluntly, as if she were talking to Anna. "No," Mari said as she zipped up. "not really." *** Glass of water in hand, Dory gently closed the door to her room and tipped-toed to her bed, placing the container on the nightstand. This was on the side of the bed that Mari was resting, fully clothed, on her stomach. The noise was enough to wake her. "I'm sorry. I must have dozed off." she apologized. "You've had a long night." Dory cooed as she moved to the opposite side of the bed. "Why don't you make yourself more comfortable?" Mari, after pondering for a few seconds, rolled over on her back. "Do you want to see?" "Excuse me?" Dory blinked. "Your handiwork." she explained, removing her shirt and then her pants. Wearing only her white lace bra and panty set, Mari's body was practically flawless. Her dark caramel tan was consistent from head to toe, along with an athletic definition, toned muscles in her arms and fingers from her guitar playing. Even more remarkable, not a single blemish on the skin that now protruded from her lower stomach. She was farther along than Dory thought, belly sticking out almost six inches now. Her throat dried up as she observed the young girl she had unknowingly gotten pregnant. She had seemingly received what she had always wanted-- and it scared her more than Helen Ackers could ever. "You're so tense, loosen up." Mari jostled Dory's hand, and she guided it to her belly. "I'm sorry. I'm just so--" "Scared?" Dory feigned a grin and nod, though Mari's ability to read her emotions eased her awkwardness. "It's okay." said the English girl as she placed their interlaced fingers on her body. "I'm scared enough for both of us." "You should get some sleep." Dory smiled and she laid her head down. Mari turned away, preoccupied. "I don't think I'm staying here tonight, Dory. Everything I said out on the street corner; I meant it. And I'm still not sure if I hate you after all." "You'd be surprised at how often I hear that." her eyes flashed with contempt and she turned away from Mari and closed her eyes. "Please lock the door when you leave." *** Sleep did not come easily for Dory on that strange night. When she finally dozed off, her dreams were just as unusual. Dory had never been with a man, and had only been attracted to a few men her entire life. Yet, now she found herself in a bed of clouds, being plowed by a handsome black man. Must to Dory's surprise (and delight), she was enjoying eight long inches sliding into her rarely used mound. She playfully jerked and stroked at her own member, as her weak vaginal muscles meekly gripped on the monster snaking deeper into her insides. After a few sharp spasms, the snake started to spit its seed into her narrow opening. Elated, her own cock began to spew bubbling seed down her shaft and onto his. After three long spurts, Dory's own ejaculation ceased-- but her lover's did not. An entire minute had passed and he was still pumping an obscene amount of semen into Dory, who was now shaking to her second climax. She dug her nails into his muscular back as she came to a shuddering conclusion. Seed poured from Dory at an amazing rate. It only then hit her-- she wasn't on birth control. She had the occasional menstrual cycle, but it never occurred to her that she might enjoy men enough to worry about 'protection'. Now, her womb was filled with baby-making cream and the excess was gushed out and puddle below her ass. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to be pregnant. She was resolved in her knowledge that she would have this black man's baby-- and she couldn't have been happier about it. She had been done having sex for about ten minutes now. He fucked her again ... and again. Dory jolted herself awake, as if she were about to fall off the bed. She was. She wasn't used to sleeping with someone. "Dory Drake, I swear to God you're the worst sleeper in the history of sleeping." Mari proclaimed from under the covers, disheveled and irritated. "I didn't think you'd be here to care." Dory said, yawning, still trying to wake up. "I didn't think I'd be here, either." Mari confessed. "But getting up every hour and puking doesn't exactly make you very mobile, does it?" "Morning sickness?" "Nothing gets by you, detective. I'm always either very nauseous, or very horny." Dory grinned mischievously, cock already hardened, rubbing against the heavy comforter. "Too bad. I'm always horny." Mari leaned over and kissed Dory. Deeply and slowly, it was their first kiss that was not planted with haste. "I never said I was still nauseous." Dory wasted no time climbing on top of Mari's nude body, still careful as to not place too much weight on her, and gently rubbed her dick against the tangled dampness of the pregnant girl's hairy mound. Goosebumps surrounded Mari's dark, erect nipples and Dory took one into her mouth, playfully biting at the small circles. A moan of pleasure escaped Mari's juicy lips as Dory's cock impaled her pink insides. Instantly, the hermaphrodite regretted not remembering their first time. Mari held her like a loving vise, and she savored each jolt of euphoria as inch after inch sank into her lover's cocoa mound. Now buried to her hilt in the young girl, Dory eased into a steady thrusting rhythm. As more fluid accumulated around Mari's sex, the more comfortable the stretching she experienced was. She wrapped her legs around Dory's ass and pushed the girl deeper inside of her. "Oh, god you CAN make me come by fucking me..." Mari began to stammer as her climax approached. Dory began massaging the girl's clit with her free hand as she squeaked and squealed in ecstasy. On the verge of her own orgasm, Dory increased her speed, all friction disappearing as Mari's cum poured onto her shaft. As she felt her seed rising up her shaft, she yanked it from its holster and jetted out a thick rope of semen that splattered across Mari's breasts. The silky white liquids were a gorgeous stark constant to her smooth and beautifully dark skin. A second less powerful release landed on her stomach, with the remainder of her spunk dripping onto her slick slit, where the lover's fluids commingled. "Now, if only you had pulled out a few months ago we wouldn't be in this mess, would-- AH!!" Before Mari could complete her snide remark, Dory had descended upon her, eating the creamy mess from her sensitive nipples, then stomach, leaving none to waste. "I guess that's a way of shutting you up..." Dory lay back down, wiping the corners of her mouth. "So, how do you feel about pancakes?" Mari mockingly fixed herself, as if she were about to announce England's official stance on pancakes. "I am FOR them, Dory Drake." Dory smiled, almost crying. "I think I could grow to like you." *** Anna woke later that morning, feeling the warm cradle of Martin's nude embrace. Initially, her sight fixed on the trail of their clothing that led from the bedroom door to their bed, condom wrapper at the very end. She desired nothing more than to drift back into sleep, but the smell of burning plastic in the air would not allow that. "No ... she couldn't be..." she muttered to herself. Another sense confirmed her suspicions. The kitchen's smoke detector seemed to scream through the wall. Anna screamed, falling from the bed, tangled in the blanket. "Oh my God, she's going to kill us all!" she yelled, startling her fiancé as she scrambled to dress. "Martin, get up. Dory had someone stay the night and she's trying to cook for them." "What?!?" Martin was confused, and not very interested in leaving the bed. "What's the big deal?" Anna stopped dressing, and just stared at Martin with wide-eyed dramatics. "THAT BITCH CAN'T COOK!" The younger sister entered the kitchen as Dory was putting away the fire extinguisher. The charred remains of pancakes now appeared to be covered with powdered sugar. Anna of course, knew better. Once she realized the fire was under control, she turned her attention to Dory's guest, who was wearing a skimpy pair of boy shorts and tiny pajama tee that did very little to hide her bulging bump. "Mari?!?" Anna blinked. "Are you pregnant?" Her friend nodded slightly. It wasn't the way she preferred to let people know. Still bewildered, Anna followed up. "You didn't even tell me you seeing some--" Her eyes locked with Dory's guilty 'puppy dog' expression. She knew that she didn't have to ask who the father was. "When did you two ever get the chance to hook up ... The Edge Club?" Dory reluctantly spoke. "Um, yes." "The same night you fucked--" "Yes." Anna had caught Dory in the most awkward scene of her entire life. All of her witty remarks and teasing had led up to this moment. If she was going to make a clever remark about Dory right now, she would have to make this very good... "Dory, you are such a slut." Anna frowned immediately. It was the best burn she could muster this early. She was very disappointed in herself. *** Richard Dawson seemed genuinely happy to see Dory back on her feet when the sisters met him at his office later that day. "Awesome, guys. Now that I have both my sisters back I was hoping he could put the kibosh on this whole Martin Francis case." "He and Carter Willis are just friends." Anna concluded. "They've both been under my surveillance for weeks. They frequent a few Mexican restaurants around the city and all they seem to 'produce' is a lot of gas." She snapped her fingers, mad at herself. Why couldn't she have come up with something like that this morning?" Dawson's jovial mood started to evaporate. "That's what HE says.," he grumbled, clamping his hands together in contemplation before reaching into his desk. "Tell you what we're going to do. You girls sign these affidavits stating Martin Francis HAS been found in breach of contract. He has to pay restitution to the company immediately" "But he's not..." Anna snapped before Dory could even ponder a reaction. "That's not the point, Anna." Dawson scolded. "Carter Willis does not play ball with us. He's toxic, and I don't think Martin is going to sell him out anytime soon." He explained, passing the papers from across the desk. "This is going to ruin his career ... and life maybe ... I'm not signing this, and neither is my sister." the younger Drake reaffirmed. Dawson didn't seem to be bothered by the push back. He stood from his chair and walked over to his personal water cooler, where he continued. "Hey, if you girls don't want to sign these papers, that's fine. I'm not a brute. I never force anyone to do anything. But if you decide to leave the Dawson family the following events will happen in short succession. My friends at the police station will receive an anonymous tip regarding two key drug traffickers in the greater Seattle area. Law enforcement will soon discover that you girls have been very busy with your side projects." "Including planting coke at The Edge Club?" Dory confirmed. Dawson applauded. "The hermaphrodite has finally spoken!" Dory's heart stopped. She was exposed; stripped down and naked. How did he know? Who else knew? "Oh, don't feel so bad, Dory. I'm sure there are plenty of girls in prison in the need of your services." he mocked her before laughing "Or guys, depending on where they send you!" Anna grabbed Dory's hand. It was a tense, white-knuckled ball of fear gripping the arm of her chair for dear life. "So, what's it going to be girls? I'm afraid that I can't let you think it over too long. Time is money, y'know." Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 05 Anna and Dory Drake silently boarded the elevator leading from Dawson's office. The next sound was the younger sister suddenly punching the machine's shiny chrome door as it lowered them to the lobby. "Calm down, Anna." Dory stoically scolded her from a safe distance while staring directly ahead. "Calm down?!?" she retorted in disbelief, flashing a teary glare at the reserved Dory. "Let's compile a list of shit NOT to say to calm me down." "Within the last 24 hours..." Dory began with a sigh (Had it really only been 24 hours?). " ... I've found out that I'm going to be a parent AND that's I'm being blackmailed. You don't see me punching things do you?" Dory finally broke from her gaze and have Anna a sidelong look. "Did you see the look in his eyes when we refused to sign those papers?" "What?" Anna couldn't believe her ears. "His eyes." Dory finally looked at her, frustrated at her sibling's lack of focus. "Do you think he's bluffing?" Anna just shook her head, looking downwards. She was practicing her discreet mannerisms for when the elevator doors opened. "How should I know? I just want to focus on leaving this building without getting arrested, or shot, or blown up, or whatever the fuck he does to people that cross him." Dory's eyes shifted as the elevator hit the lobby floor. The doors jostled open and the Drake sisters spilled into the busy foyer. She swept the building's lobby for security, police, or even at least suspicious-looking employees. So far, so good. She felt so at ease that she decided to change the subject slightly. "Where's Martin?" "At the Edge Club with Carter and Mari. They're meeting with Rodney's lawyers. So, you and Mari huh..." Anna swung her arms awkwardly and she moved to an equally awkward subject. "Congratulations?" "Thanks..." Dory's reply was short. She took point as she pushed through the glass door leading to the freedom of the outside world. Yet, Anna made a vow to get her talking. "I mean..." she began again. "This is what you've always wanted, isn't it? A family?" Dory hemmed and hawed, her level of enthusiasm matched the dreariness in the muddy Seattle sky. "I don't know..." the parent-to-be trembled as she spoke, throwing her head backwards as she walked. "I don't know anything about Mari." "How do you think SHE feels, Dory?" Anna reprimanded, slowing her walking pace as she continued. "And she's the one with the baby. Mari's a wonderful person ... though I question her taste in women." "Wow," Dory laughed. "you never stop, do you?" "Not when babies are having babies." Dory and Anna stopped at a traffic congested street corner as the elder sister chuckled at the assessment as she viewed the passing cars. "She's not that young, Anna." "Oh no, I'm talking about you, Dory." Anna panned the street behind them while she berated. "You're a fucking child. I think I'm going to start calling you MY little sister. God knows you act like it." She whirled around to flash Anna a menacing glare. This would usually be when she resorted to some kind of physical violence. But now, with fists clinched in her overcoat, the humbled woman sighed heavily and replied. "Anything else?" "No, not really." Anna resumed after a deliberating pause. She couldn't help but to smirk at her own brazenness as the traffic light gave them the 'walk' sign. The two stepped out onto the street as they continued walking, slightly delayed as their heated conversation had slowed their tempo. A short bus ride brought them to the familiar outskirts where The Edge Club was located. Conveniently, they were able to locate their group standing on the sidewalk. Seeing her fiancé, Anna's walk became a gallop, though still cautious not to slip in the drizzle accumulating on the sidewalk. She wrapped her long skinny arms around Martin, allowing him to absorb the impact of her weight as she leaned in to kiss him. They had just finished their quick make-out session when Dory finally approached, hands in pockets, and stopping within an arm's length of Mari. "How are you?" Dory asked, non-nonchalantly, still unsure how to 'handle' her. "How are- things?" "Things are fine." Mari nodded, looking off to the side, and reluctant to continue. "I'm going to see how ... things look this afternoon ... at the doctor's that is. "How things look?" the older woman tried to clarify. "Like a sonogram?" "Your detective is hanging out again." Mari laughed, rolling her eyes. "Better tuck that thing back in before you get it caught in your zipper." "So when are we leaving?" asked Dory, breaking visual contact to observe the dark, dimly lit building next door to the club. The front window had been broken in- and recently at that. She could see a shadowy figure inside appearing to be sweeping. "Funny, I don't recall inviting you." Mari lipped with English attitude, resting her hands on her plump hips. Dory was tired and frustrated that she had not reasonable conversation with anyone the entire day. She turned back to the mother of her child, exasperated. "Give me a break, Mari." The girl stifled herself, looking down and massaging her belly, as if she were having a massive internal debate and then opting to confer with her magic 8-ball. "Sorry 'bout that." she whispered. "That might have been the hormones." Mari's dark eyes widened as they set on Dory's face. "One break, Dory." "It's a good idea, isn't it Dory- DORY?!? Are you listening?" "Of course I'm not listening, Anna." Dory snapped from over her shoulder. "What do you want?" Anna groaned in faux frustration before repeating herself. "The best thing for everyone is to get rid of Dawson, right? We should blackmail him into silence!" Dory folded her arms. "And how do you propose we do that, Anna?" The spunky girl had taken a step back and knitted her brow in earnest thought. "I just haven't gotten that far yet." she muttered with stubbornness. "Great." Dory rolled her eyes back to Mari in a fluid motion. "In the meantime, I'd like to figure out how both Helen Ackers and Robert Dawson both know about my—" "—Cock." Anna finished, her answer louder than they wished. "It's not a dirty word, ya know. I mean... well, you know what I mean." Dory stared daggers at the girl, and pulled Mari by the hand away from the crowd after uttering a half-hearted goodbye. "First," she laced their hands together. "We go to the doctor. Then we're going to do a little detective work. It's either us or them." Mari scoffed. "I'm not doing any detective work with you. I already have a profession thank you very much." "I want to get them." Dory said with conviction. "Dawson, Helen Ackers. I need them to know I'm not putting up with their shit." Mari shrugged. "And you're telling me all this because?" Dory was clearly irked, and just stared at the girl. Mari smiled sheepishly. "Oh yeah, I was supposed to be giving you 'a break'. Old habits, you know..." *** Dory had never been so nervous to be in a doctor's office. The fact that she wasn't the patient was of no consequence. Today, her future as a parent would become a stark reality. The radiologist entered the room lastly. A tall curvy redhead with a few extra pounds, she reminded Dory of her ex-girlfriend Emily. A very passionate, flowing smile illuminated her face as she generously covered Mari's bulging stomach with jelly in preparation for her ultrasound. As she applied the cold instrument to her patient's womb, she couldn't help but notice that two women were hold hands as they watched the gray-scale images of the fetus. To her, something was oddly alluring about the scene. "Where are you from, honey?" she casually asked. "Your accent is beautiful." "Fulham ... London." Mari corrected herself. She preferred to speak in generalizations sometimes. "Oh, how nice!" she smiled. "Is that were the father is?" she knew the question to be wildly unprofessional, but something was attracting her to Mari. A burning inside of her wanted to know the girl's story, regardless of how much hot water it would land her in. "Um ... actually, she is the father." Mari's answer shocked both the woman and 'father'. They both stared at the beaming girl's brown belly in silence as she continued. "She's a hermaphrodite this one is. Fucked me good and proper in a nightclub bathroom and now here we are." The woman cleared her throat, compulsively, and then excused herself. "If you ladies will hold on a sec, I'll get your some copies of the ultrasound." Dory turned her attention back to Mari as the door shut. "Did you seriously just say that?" "Why not?" Mari shrugged. "If I weren't proud of you, I certainly wouldn't be having your baby, would I?" Dory couldn't keep from grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you so much for not hiding me. This is all pretty new to me." Mari nodded. "I should say so. Now do you want to come clean with me or what?" she demanded, sounding very cross. The request confused Dory, who denied any kind of deceit. This infuriated the pregnant girl all the more. "Is that it, then? Am I supposed to be some kind of a moron? You've got a thing for the ultrasound technician and you're not even going to admit it?" Dory laughed. "NOW the hormones are talking..." "You've been eye-fucking her ever since we got here, Dory." "Calm down. She just reminds me of-" Dory stammered herself into silence when she heard the door reopen. The technician had returned with plain envelope, which she handed to Dory before sitting back down next to her computer. "I didn't quite catch your name, sweetie." Mari sounded from across the room. "Amy." she replied, typing with her eyes fixed on the blue glow of the screen. "Nice to meet you Amy. Have you got any children of your own?" "No, not yet." the question seemed to hit a tender chord with Amy, who stripped all inflection from her emotionless reply. The pregnant temptress was pleased to hear that, indicative of her toothy grin. "Dory would love to give you a baby right now, if you'd like." "MARI!" Dory almost yelled 'Anna'. She was mostly used to such ridiculous outbursts from her sister. Amy's fingers slipped off the keyboard upon hearing the offer. "Oh, don't be so modest Dory." Mari said rolling her eyes, then to Amy, "Pay no attention to her, dear. She just doesn't want you to know she thinks you're red-hot. You should have heard her going off when you left the room ... how she wants to bend you over the desk and pound your fiery ginger twat while you eat out her pregnant girlfriend." she paused, then shook her head. "Okay, maybe that last part just was me. But she definitely wants to knock you up." Amy's heart was pounding out of her chest, and even though her thin blood was racing, she couldn't seem to bend the smile from her face. "You girls are really lucky to have each other. You'd be surprised how difficult it is to find adequate sperm donors- especially when you don't much an attraction to men-" "Amy, are there any cameras in this room?" Mari interrupted, to which Amy sighed and shook her head. "Then, by all means, come over here and kiss me. Please don't make a pregnant girl come to you." The lonely redhead quivered with forbidden lust as she slowly rose from her seat. Dizzy, she had a difficult time wrapping her head around the fact that this random encounter was about to occur. She could feel the growing wetness from her crotch through her scrubs as she rubbed herself though the rough fabric. She turned her attention back to the couple to see they were very serious and had wasted no time. Mari and Dory were locked in a deep kiss, with two fingers sliding in and out of Mari's pregnant snatch. Amy leaned over with labored breath. Her hands played over the pronounced contour of Mari's baby bump. The sigh she let out sounded of relief, as she was finally able to enjoy a woman's pregnant form without burning with envy and jealousy. 40 hours a week she had to hold in this strife- until today. As she kissed Mari's full lips, she didn't notice Dory had already pulled her pants down and around her shapely hips and legs. Rebenesque and full, the lower end of Amy's body boasted thick tufts of hair halfway down her thighs. It was a beautiful wall of red ivy damp with dew from sweat and her excitement. She did notice however, when Dory snaked her hardened cock inside of her. She moaned in delight, bending moreover to bury her face between Mari's legs. "That's right, you redheaded slut!" Mari breathed between pants. "Eat my pussy while my girlfriend fucks your hairy cunt!" Her lewd demands drove Dory wild, and began to violently thrust herself into Amy's folds, slapping her balls against the woman's meaty clit. The sensation was new and overwhelming, and the nurse was on the verge of the first to climax. Mari lifted Amy's head from its resting place, giving her access to the redhead's large DDD breasts. She pulled and kneaded the girl's fat nipples with one hand whilst stroking her belly with the other. "You want a huge belly like this, don't ya, darling?" she taunted. "MMHMM" Amy was incapable to formulating sentences. Given her inexperience, there was just too much to process at the moment. "Dory's so potent!" Mari squealed as she began to finger herself. "I can't wait for her to dump her load inside you." "So close..." Dory whispered as she tightened up her strokes. The crazed hermaphrodite now made short jabbing thrusts that jiggled the bigger woman's large ass. "Help get her over the edge, love." Mari added, staring deep into Amy's eyes. "Tell Dory exactly what you want her to do to you." "Dory!" Amy whispered under her lustful grunting. "Cum in me! Fill me up with your sperm and-!" "BEG HER!" "PLEASE DORY, I NEED YOUR BABY IN MY WOMB RIGHT NOW!!" Amy's knees buckled as she finished her plea. A wave of energy flooded over her as she had the most intense orgasm of her life. Once again lowering her head, Amy screamed with ecstasy as she bit down on Mari's clit and labia. The sudden rush of pain laced pleasure sent her very own climax through her body. She held onto Amy's head pushing her mouth deeper into her love hole. Dory was not far behind. The muscles in Amy's pussy contracted, and began to siphon the cum from her shaft. A loud grunt escaped her lips as load after load of her baby batter was drained into Amy's uterus, plastering her spongy pink inner layers with her creamy fertile frosting. She held tightly onto the woman's wide hips, ensuring none of her ejaculate would spill to the floor. The three lovers panted silently for a few minutes, each coming back down to earth at their own pace. Uncharacteristically, it was the reluctant nurse Amy that was the first to place after engaging in her first threesome. "I don't suppose this is a good time to tell you that we had a problem with your co-pay, is it?" *** "I have a question for you." Dory started, after the couple had safely boarded the bus. "I have a question for you too..." said Mari. "But, you first." "What was THAT all about?" Dory rubbed her temples. "I mean, did we seriously just fuck the technician at our first ultrasound?" Mari had to bottle her laughter. "Yes, we did. What's the problem? You wanted it. I wanted it. Dory, we both love sex and lots of it. There's no point in denying ourselves a little passion every now and then..." she cradled Dory's hand. "As long as we do it together. Can you promise me that, Dory?" Dory's agreement came as a long, slow kiss as they held each other. "Does this mean you're my girlfriend?" she asked softly while resting her forehead on Mari's. Mari sighed, and then kissed her back. She pulled away slowly and drank from the pool of Dory's deep blues. The girl's smile was brighter than ever, and caused Dory to blush. It was all the confirmation she needed. "So," Dory went on. "What did you want to ask me?" Mari sighed with discomfort, exposing the magnitude of the proposal. "How do you feel about moving to London, really? I don't have much going for me here anymore and I'll probably run out of money soon. If you came with me, you'd be safe from Dawson and the lot and we could raise our baby in peace." Dory was speechless. She had never been out of the country if you didn't count Canada. Now she was being asked to move halfway across the world. The mere thought frightened her. "I don't know, Mari. I'll have to think about that for a bit." "Please do." Mari tilted her head to the side and leaned on Dory's shoulder for the remainder of the bus route. *** "I can't believe I'm about to do this. But, I have a new family to protect." After ensuring Mari was safely in her apartment, Dory's next excursion took her to the outskirts of the Olympic Mountains. Immediately she noticed, as she came down on the pedal of her rental car and the farther she went from Seattle, the calmer she became. Finally being out of the city afforded her at least the illusion of safety. Alas, no longer having to look over her shoulder gave her time to think about other issues. Perhaps Seattle was the problem after all. "Maybe Mari has something in moving away." She said to herself. The city she called home in recent years felt more like a tomb. She needed a new start, she concluded. London had potential. But first, Dory was to endure a dose of irony. This would be the first trip to Amber's parent's house, and she did so as an ex-girlfriend. She pulled up to sprawling ranch placed near some towering redwoods; fallen leaves of brown and red peppered the scene. "I want a ranch..." she whispered, commenting on the serene expansion. "Something for the bucket list if I ever get out of this mess." Amber received her at the door. Her rustic outfit consisted of a purple plaid flannel and dark skinny jeans. "Hey." She greeted with concern and politeness. "Hey, Amber." Even though she had just committed to Mari, the sight of the blonde still stirred her heart. Dory didn't think she'd ever be quite "over" the knockout surgeon. "Sorry." she continued. "When I called you, I didn't know you were at your parent's." Amber shrugged. "You sounded like it was important. Is everything okay?" "Yes. Well," Dory looked over her shoulder in a flash of retro-paranoia. "I need to move away for a while but I need you help me do something first. Amber raised an eyebrow. She couldn't imagine what Dory would need from her, and it would have taken her a million attempts to guess what she was about to say next. Dory turned back to her and nervously finished. "But before I leave, I need you to help me kill someone." Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 06 "Goodbye, Dory." A scandalized Amber tried to slam the door in her ex's face. "No! Amber, please!" Dory panicked and threw her arm in Amber's way. "Are you insane?" She hushed her voice while stepping outside. "You know my father is a retired police captain and you come to his house to solicit murder?" Dory looked up at her with teary eyes. "I don't know what else to do." She mewed. Amber huffed and thought a moment. Then she opened the door, waiting begrudgingly for Dory to enter and the frazzled detective sighed with some relief. "Thank you so much." Amber led Dory down an extravagant hallway of the uptown "home on the range". The path opened into a den centered with an indoor clay fireplace. Two wrinkled forms sat about the room's large reclining chairs. "Mom, Dad," she announced. "This is my friend from college, Dory." 'Friend...' Dory winced as the word stabbed her in the heart. The last two years had been officially burned from existence. "Nice to meet you both." She said meekly. Pleasantries were exchanged, the kind you'd expect from affluent meritocracy- career, studies, etc. Finally, Amber excused them and the former couple strolled to a wooded area in back of the property. The dead and dying leaves crunched and cracked under their feet with dragging tempo. "Amber, do you remember the weekend after my mom died and we researched the Futanari Initiative?" Dory asked as she kicked at a sizeable rock. "Let's see," Amber mocked. "Do I remember the weekend we gave each other our virginity? That happened too, you know." "It certainly did." Dory swung her pocketed arms in the gentle mountain breeze. She closed her eyes for a moment to drink in the cool breeze, and to let it caress her neck. Everything was perfect for split second as her long hair fluttered. "What a week that was. But anyway," she began again. "My medical records. Who would have access to them?" "Officially?" Amber put her eyes in the bright, blue sky. "Nobody. But truthfully, it's possible that two or more administrators could conspire and steal any medical information they'd like." "I was afraid of that." Dory breathed. "Both Helen Ackers and Robert Dawson know I'm a hermaphrodite." Amber flinched. "I'm sorry, Dory. Is that why you were spouting plots of murder earlier?" She pulled a confirming nod from Dory, and continued. "I know you well enough to know you don't have the heart or stomach for that." "You're right." She groaned. "I—I just need to protect Mari and I and the baby. Dawson is framing me." "Why don't we frame HIM?" Amber replied. Dory tossed her head back and groaned again. "That's what Anna said. But, how? And what do you mean 'we'?" "Well," the surgeon began. "Two people know something very uncommon about you, and the only thing these two people seem to have in common is 'you'. Seems a little too tidy." "I suspected they were working together in some capacity, also." Dory added. "But that's as far as I've gotten." "Both are well-off socialites." Amber recalled. "And Helen Ackers has deep pockets. I filed a police report for you after your accident and I'm pretty sure it disappeared. I keep getting the runaround whenever I try to follow up on it." "You tried to follow up?" Dory stopped walking. "Why?" "Isn't it obvious?" Amber paused as well. Her face reddened with embarrassment and emotion. She inhaled slowly and let the cold mountain air burn her lungs. "I still love you." She finally blurted out. "I still love you, and I'm sorry I couldn't reconcile that." Dory stepped back. In two years, she had never been so direct. "Amber, I—" "T-That wasn't supposed to be so emotional." Amber's voice cracked, her face stricken with grief. Dory could map the sadness as it flooded through her friend, as Amber turned to kneel at the base of a nearby tree, sobbing lightly as she clutched the bark. Dory was terrified. She had never even her Amber cry, and approached the woman with the caution of a bomb squad tech. "O-Oh, my." Amber rubbed her throat after a moment and stood, fighting her hysteria. "I'm okay, I'm okay." She waved Dory off, and propped her back to the tree, panting. "Dory, you have to know that letting you go was not at all easy." "But," Dory tried to dead-eye Amber, but her resolve caved. "But you DID let me go." She peered downwards as the words of hurt left her mouth. Amber wiped her leaking face. "It doesn't mean I didn't love you." Dory kicked at the leaves, and turned away. "You didn't' love me enough." She turned back in time to see Amber's face sharpen. Dory words had cut her and she knew it. Amber stormed back the way she came, with hurried legs tossing the brown and red flakes in the air. "Amber! Wait!" Dory called out as she trotted behind. Amber had made a beeline back to the den, to where only her mother sat. Dory had stepped in the room in time to her Amber. "Mom, I'm gay." Dory froze, as did Amber and her mother. The older woman's stood up with silent, perked eyes and her daughter went on. "And Dory's a little more than a friend. We dated for 2 years." Dory's gut jellied as the woman's shocked eyes fixed onto her. "I'm sorry," the elder said with her quivering, winkled cheeks. "I need to talk to my daughter alone for moment." "Um... yes, of course." Dory whispered as she backed away. Amber grabbed the fleeing girl's arm with a stabbing motion and muttered sternly. "Don't you ever question my emotions again." Dory nodded, and mouthed 'I'm sorry' as she dragged herself from the den. *** "Just get some rest and I'll pick you up when I get back in town." Dory cooed at Mari over the phone as she waited outside of the Barrett ranch. "Okay, take care." She ended the call just as Amber stepped out. "How did it go?" "They were pissed." She shrugged. "One, because I like girls. And two, because I never told them. I think they were madder about the latter, actually. But I guess it just got easier and easier to hide it from them" Dory sighed. "I know what that's like." "Mmph." Amber smirked, then remarked. "It's going to be a long road, but at least I'm on it. Maybe they'll stop bothering me for grandchildren now. They could learn a thing from you." Then, "They invited you to dinner, but I declined on your behalf. We have a lot of work to do." Dory smiled, "You don't have to do this." She returned to her rental car with Amber in tow. "It's too bad we didn't work out. I would have loved to inherent this place." She took one last view of the scenic house. "Bucket list." She whispered again. *** "This looks increasingly bad, Dory." Amber reported as the car sped along the highway. She had been tapping away on her tablet during the hour they retrieved Mari from her flat. The pregnant girl was now resting peacefully in the backseat and Amber continued. "Most of the Ackers money comes from a holding company that belonged to Reginald Ackers in the early 1900s. They did a little of everything. Gold, fur trading, you name it. When Helen inherited the company generations later, it's still a holding company but for tech business. They made a killing in the dotcom boom in the 1990s." "Yeah, yeah, I get it." Dory swerved in-and-out of traffic. "Why is this any MORE trouble than we're already in?" "One of her companies engineers medical equipment. She sits on the board of two hospitals in Seattle. She can get anyone's records she wants." "Okay, so that's how she knows." Dory nodded. "Now what about Dawson?" "You tell me, Dory." Amber turned. "Where do you get most of your business?" "References." Dory gestured. "Word of mouth, that sort of thing. You think Helen told Dawson?" Amber heaved a great sigh. "Dory, when was the first time you had sex with Casey?" Dory steered silently for a moment. Then it finally hit her. "Oh my god, Helen has known the whole time." She pulled the car to the shoulder and parked it. "Casey attacked me after I closed my case with her mother. She told me she put my semen inside her, it must have leaked out and Helen found it the next day. Within the week, Dawson hires Anna and I, and even though he's trapping us, it wasn't working fast enough for Helen, because Casey and I were still together." "So, she arranges your accident." Amber concluded. Dory breathed. "The only way to get Dawson off us is Casey." "Casey Ackers?" Amber exclaimed. "The same Casey that probably knew what her mother was up to and left you for dead?" "We don't know that for sure, Amber." "Oh my god..." The blonde tilted her head and gawked at Dory. "You still trust her. You sure play the hopeless romantic well." "I'm not playing." Dory practically pouted. "Excuse me for interrupting," a groggy voice asked from the backseat. "But this whole come in Casey's knickers. Was this before or after you knocked me up?" "Before..." Dory replied, thankful Mari couldn't see her red face. "It was while she and I were dating." Amber added with frost. "Are you SURE I shouldn't get an STD screening?" Mari sat up. "Well," Amber smiled. "It's not a bad idea." "If you guys are QUITE done." Dory snapped. "I have an idea." *** Within the hour, the three young women stood loosely grouped in the checkout line a small electronics store outside the city. "I've always wanted one of these." Dory laid a box colorfully labeled spy camera on the conveyor belt. She looked over her shoulder at the others and winced. "You'd think I would already have one in my line work, right?" Mari sighed and looked up at Amber who stood almost 6 inches taller. "Do you care about any of this?" she asked with bored, folded arms. Amber leaned in and whispered loud enough for Dory to hear. "It's best to let her have her fun." "Fuck you both." Dory rolled her eyes and turned back to swipe her credit card. "You did fuck us both." Amber laughed. "That's why we get to give you a hard time." Mari nodded with enthusiasm. "Ya know, for the 'hard time' you gave us?" "I'm sorry, ma'am." The disgruntled cashier droned with apathy. "Your card is declined." "Huh." Dory huffed and opened her phone. She tapped the keys with frustrated fingers. "I just paid this damn thing off. Amber could you please pay for this?" she asked with a casual air as she stepped from the line. Amber handed her AMEX to the waiting man. "Why doesn't your girlfriend pay for you?" "Don't look at me," Mari shrugged. "I'm just a pregnant starving artist. You're the high paid surgeon." Her eyes winded as she drank in Amber's golden, Amazonian stature, enamored. "Bringing you back to London would please my mother, Dr. Williams, I'd hazard." "Ha." Amber dismissed. "You spend all day being passionate and creative." She thanked the employee after taking the bagged camera. "You have no idea how much I envy that." "Is that why you loved Dory?" Amber thought about it, then sighed longingly. "I think you'll find out why I love Dory if you haven't figured it out already." Then she muttered under her breath as they approached their subject of conversation. "And you're also likely to find out why I hate her just as much." Dory was visibly shaken as the two drew near. "What's wrong?" Amber used her healthcare voice of concern. "My bank accounts have been frozen." Dory's jaw had almost dropped to the store's generic retail carpet. "Dawson made good on his threats and—" she winced and grabbed her forehead. "Oh my god, I just used my phone. The police know where I am." "They won't freeze my accounts or Mari's for that matter," Amber said before slowly peering above the exit. "Until the police come here and see the surveillance footage." A barrage of lenses blinking-red rested atop the wide automatic doors. "We should be leaving right now." *** "Dory?" Anna balanced the phone on her shoulder while she answered. "What's up?" "Anna!" Dory blurted. "Meet us at the Edge Club right now—and don't use your credit card to get there." Anna leaned on the kitchen counter with her eyes perked. "Did what I think happened finally happen?" "Take a bus, but leave this call open." Dory slowed her speech for her most critical instructions. "Leave—your—phone—under—your—seat-, okay?" "Christ." Anna started to cry. "I love you, Dory." "Be careful." Dory scanned the electronic store's parking lot for potential witnesses, then she gently placed her phone down in the bed of a old green pickup. "This'll buy us some time, God willing." She hurried across the street to meet her cohorts at the local bus stop. *** "I knew I recognized that guy—" Dory was proud of herself for remembering the gawky, mid-thirties man rummaging through the building next door from the Edge Club. "Hey, Vince?" she shouted from the door. "Vince York? Hi, my name's Dory Drake. Do you remember me?" "Should I?" His reply was blunt, shocked that an unfamiliar face would know him and not vice-versa. "I guess not. Have you talked to Casey recently?" "Huh?" His startled look was enough to convince her that he really was that dim. She decided to cut to the chase. "Casey Ackers." she repeated. "Her mom hired me to investigate your fake engagement with her. Anyway, we dated for a while but broke up recently- I really miss her." she feigned her best puppy impression and sighed. "Now, I only have my videos to remember her by." "Huh?" "I recorded us having sex a few times." Dory nodded with zeal, but then scratched her head, dumbly. "I can't remember if I told her about it or not. Well, anyway, if you run into her ... please tell her I said 'hi'". Dory turned her back to the still speechless Vince and walked back through the exit. She paused before completely closing the broken panel to add. "Is THIS the property she helped you buy for your fake engagement? Not too bad, but you should have insisted that she fuck you. You have NO idea what you missed out on." Vince stepped back and gasped for a breath. It was if she had said his name three times. He finally gathered a clump of reactive words together. "No one is supposed to know about that." "Oh." She paused to pretend she gave it thought, but concluded with haste. "Gotcha. Well, see ya." Dory left without glancing back at the confused young man. She didn't have to. She had nudged her plan into motion. The vengeful girl remained hell-bent on murder—the murder of the Ackers' family reputation; the murder of Dawson's stronghold on Seattle's youth. All of these ways of life would come to a crashing end if Dory Drake had anything to say about it. She just wondered if she'd be in jail or even alive once her plans came to fruition. Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 07 "Make yourselves at home, girls." Amber sighed, happy to be home. The ragged group, now four, gushed through the door into the doctor's expansive penthouse. They each promptly collapsed onto whatever furniture closest to them, still leaving the longish leather sofa for their pregnant cohort. Mari kicked off her flat and sprawled across the expanse, arching her labored back like a yawning housecat. "How are you?" Dory dragged herself to the sofa and sat at Mari's swollen feet. She lifted the bruised things into her lap. "I can't remember ever walking so much. Ah!" she winced in pain and pleasure. "That feels heavenly, Dory." She let out a girly squeal as Dory kneaded her golden brown calves. "Higher." Mari whispered as she settled in. Dory worked her way up the girl's muscular thighs. Soon, her hands disappeared under the veil of Mari's pleated skirt. She could feel the heat radiating from her girlfriend's sweat-laden crotch, but respected Amber enough not to finger Mari on the couch—no matter how badly she wanted her come dripping in her palm. "So tired..." Mari moaned again. "You look it." Dory was getting hot and bothered and needed to cool herself. She slumped to the floor and pulled out her tablet. She raised the device and slid herself over to Mari's head. "What..." Mari grumbled with eyes shut upon hearing the digital camera shutter sound. "It's family picture time!" Dory giggled as she snapped another pic—then another—and another, each time donning a different dramatic facial expression. "Dory Drake," Mari tried to yell over her partner's relentless laughing. "You won't have to worry about the law closing in on you if I murder you right now. Are you fucking 30 or 13?" But the smile seemed to be permanently etched on Dory's face. Still she sighed, "Sorry." And began to meekly trap on the glass panel to save the pictures. Minutes passed, and Mari pulled herself up and finally opened her eyes with some visible signs of fatigue. "You've never taken pictures before, have you?" Dory stopped tapping. She straightened her face and shook her head. "Not with my girlfriend, no." Mari sighed and slid over, gesturing for Dory to join her. "Come here," she beckoned. "One more then you're letting me sleep." Dory hopped onto the cushion, elated. She carefully rested her head alongside Mari's after some thorough hair tosses—she needed this to be perfect. "Dory," Amber called form the walk-in kitchen after seeing the flash from the couple's latest picture. "Can I see you over here?" "Sure." She bagged the device and whispered before standing. "Why don't you rest." Then, "And thank you." "We can take more if you'd like—later." Mari winked as she reclined. "Sorry if that was a little too much." Dory blurted quickly as soon as she came in earshot of Amber. She was afraid the pictures had been a catalyst for this impromptu meeting. "You're fine, Dory." She assured. "You guys actually look cute. The split was really the best for both of us." The tired blonde templed her fingers in thought as she searched for her words. "But listen. About this morning; I'm sorry I got so dramatic." "Yeah." Dory looked down. "I'm really sorry for what I said to you. I'm sure that's not how you wanted to tell you parents." Amber breathed loudly. Dory's apology was the safety valve she needed throttled. "You really pissed me off, Dory. I've never felt like that before. I needed to do something emotional. So it was between 'coming out' to my parents and clawing your eyes out." Dory gulped. "But that's not even why I called you over here. I called in a favor to a friend at the Seattle PD. The good news is that you're a 'person of interest' in an unnamed drug trafficking case, and not necessarily a suspect. I guess Dawson's sphere of influence has its limits." "That's something, I guess." Dory propped her body against the marble counter. "I gave Mari's number to Vince. I hope Casey can straighten this all out." Amber nodded as she poured a mug of hot coffee. "You and Mari can take my bed tonight if you promise not to fuck her." Dory shot a nervous glance at the sleeping girl, then off to the side. "Mari can take the bed. I'll just sleep out here." "Oh geez..." Amber rolled her eyes. "One more thing, Dory." She leaned in closer, as if the room were bugged. "My detective friend also looked into another suspicion I had." "Helen?" Dory asked. "Casey." Dory twiddled her fingers with an unassuming look on her face. "What's wrong with Casey?" "I don't know." Amber sighed. "But it's bad. Something very bad." "Amber..." Dory could feel her friend holding back. "It's just—my source remembers Casey from about ten years ago. She was interviewed regarding some disappearances of day laborers from her family's estate. She was only 14 at the time, but he said a 4 year old could have lied better. But the workers were undocumented and had very little family here and—" "Amber—" Dory snapped. "What in the world does this have to do with right now?" "Maybe nothing." Amber shrugged. "No formal charges were ever filed and most thought she and Helen were covering for Casey's grandfather or uncle or—" she shuddered at the thought. Or maybe Casey is a lot more calculating than you give her credit for." "This is silly. She was 14, Amber." "Yeah." She gave a surrendering sigh. "Just be careful with her." *** Anna greeted the next morning's sun in a balcony chair. Crouched into a ball, only her right hand was exposed through her heavy blanket. The reflection from her diamond ring dazzled in her eyes, and sparkling kept her enamored until the sliding of glass behind her broke the trance. "Anna?" Amber stepped out into the brisk air and zipped her brown leather jacket. "Are you okay?" The bottled blonde nodded. "I've always loved dawn. New beginnings. A do-over if you need it." She came to rest her chin on the hill her knees afforded her. "Are you on duty?" "The emergency room awaits." Amber slinked to the balcony's ledge and allowed the gentle orange rays to dance over her golden hair. "It's going to be a nice day." She peered into the expanse of Seattle's skyline and smiled. "I can feel it." Anna sighed knowingly. "Well," Amber went on. "I left a key for you guys on the table. Good luck today." "Hey Amber." Anna pivoted from her perch, as the woman was about to shut the door. "Do you believe in soul mates?" Amber paused, clearly deep in thought. "Not really." She finally caved. "As a surgeon, I find myself always working in probabilities—constant risk analysis and management, ya know?" she paced back toward Anna. "I take on relationships the same way." Then, she shook her head. "But maybe I've been going the wrong way about that. Is this about your fiancé?" Anna sighed and returned her eyes to the ring. "I thought by now I'd be living in LA, scrapping by in a rundown studio apartment eating ramen noodles while auditioning for hemorrhoid cream commercials. Now, I think about every single thing that's brought us here together like this. It's like... you couldn't make this stuff up." Amber laughed. "That's for sure. But I see life as one big delicate operation. Each snip, incision, suture is and was dependent on the one before it. Stitch by stitch, it's beautiful—no matter what happens. That's why I decided I'm not going to cry over your sister anymore." Anna frowned. "I think that'll be Mari's job from here on out." *** "NGH! NGH!" A single tear escaped Mari's clinched eyes as she buried her nails into Dory's bare shoulders. She grated her teeth down her lover's neck and sank them into her skin. On the counter of the steamy bathroom she sat, her legs wrapped around Dory's thrusting hips. The hot spraying of the shower that ran behind them muffled their commingled groans. Dory's ass jiggled as she dove into Mari, her strokes became slow and deliberate. Her eyes locked to Mari's as she slid inside with ease. The coupling pair shared a quick kiss and exchanged a dirty, lustful smile. Dory remained buried up to her tightened balls in her girlfriend's pulsing and quivering cunt. They locked fingers and kissed again, a deep, lingering, exploration as the humid mist shrouded her naked bodies. Their lips remained locked while Dory quickened her pace. Short, jabbing fucks brought her to the edge—she whimpered sounds of ecstasy in Mari's ear. "What's that, baby?" Mari hissed back. "Do you have a special delivery for me?" "Such a big. Fucking. Load..." Dory stuttered after one final thrust. Her cock jerked inside Mari, her stomach quivered as the seed roped from her exploding head. "Oh GOD!" "I can feel it!" Mari cried over her own climax. "Oh Dory, my Dory. Knock me up all over again!" her legs pythoned around Dory's waist as her body was flooded with the dickgirl's come. *** "Ugh..." Anna grumbled from the couch. She scowled at the toweled couple leaving the bathroom. "Really guys? A whole fucking hour? Do I even wanna touch ANYTHING in that bathroom right now?" "Lighten up, Anna." Dory ran a towel through her tangled hair. "It's been a stressful week." "It's about to get more stressful." Anna tossed her sister a cell phone. "It's Casey." With eyes perked, Dory caught the phone and read the last text intently. "ALBATROSS, 7PM." Clear and concise, Casey was in business mode. "Okay," Dory sighed. "I'll go alone." "Are you crazy?" Anna snapped to her feet. "She'll kill you!" Dory threw her hands up. She turned to rummage through her overnight bag for her least wrinkled shirt. "I don't want to risk either of you getting hurt if this is a trap." She glanced over her shoulder. "Mari, are you okay with this?" But Mari said nothing; and instead clutched at her baby bump as a wave of nausea racked her. She scrambled back to the bathroom and slammed the door. Anna tried and failed to hide her smirk. "Okay, then." Dory sighed. "Mari agrees with me." She cleared her throat as she decided on a subject change. She anticipated her sister's hostile reaction the news. "Hey Anna, listen. I need to talk to you about a few things." Anna cocked her eyebrow from her seat. She folded her arms as she slurred her response. "Okaaaaay..." "I think I'm moving to London." Dory mentioned in a casual tone, trying to dilute the meaning. "Ex- excuse me?" Anna blinked and recoiled for a second, then smiled slyly. "Is this for what I think it's for?" "Yeah, we're going take a shot at a new life. We just have to leave before Mari's too pregnant to fly- which is soon. Do you think Martin would want to move in to our apartment?" Anna nodded. She stood and slid her tiny hands in the pockets of her skinny jeans and leaned against the sofa. "We were actually thinking of ways to kick you out anyway." "It's always nice to be thought of." Dory smiled, and then sighed again. Sharing the news about her decision to relocate was big, but it wasn't the part that Dory dreaded. "So, I need you to do me a favor, Anna." "It's always nice to be needed." The blonde sneered jokingly. "What?" Dory buttoned a decent-looking white blouse and turned her back to Anna. "Once we get our accounts unfrozen, I need you to come with me to the bank so I can get some of mom's money." The mundane sounds of the apartment came to a halt. Dying with the sounds was Anna's jovial mood. She stared at her sister with disdain and disgust. "Are you serious?" Anna wanted to confirm as Dory paced from the living room to the kitchen for the coffee maker. "You fucking bitch, you ARE serious!" she followed in hot pursuit. "It's not enough that you're leaving, you wanna go back on your word, too?" Dory fumbled with her mug as she reached for the decanter. "It's not like that, Anna." Anna came within inches of Dory's face. "It's exactly like that Dory. We said we'd never touch that blood money!" "Things are different now." "Funeral and final expenses, Dory." Anna screamed. Her cheeks were reddened in anguish. "That's what we decided. Things aren't too different—Mom's still dead, isn't she?" Dory retreated from the kitchen back to her overnight bag. "Using the money isn't going to make her any less or more dead." she began mindlessly throwing belongings into the sack, not even discerning whether they were hers, Anna's or even Amber's. She hated thinking about her mother, and hated talking about her even more. Especially like this. "It's not fair..." Anna was sickened, and plopped herself down on the couch. "Someone works in a factory for half their life at a job they hate and what they have to show for it? Getting killed in some freak explosion?" She was now fighting tears and nausea, and lay on her back to attempt to prevent both. Dory sighed, wiping her newly tearing eyes. "And why do you think she worked such a shitty job? To put her two girls through college? So they could have some opportunities she didn't have?" She pushed her sister's legs off the sofa in order to sit next to her. "What about her granddaughter? You don't think Mom wants to see her taken care of?" Anna looked at Dory, with bustled affection. "Mari's having a girl?" Dory smiled with excitement. "Mom always wanted another girl." "Wait." Anna pondered seriously for a moment. "Is she a REAL girl is or is she like you?" The hermaphrodite held her hips in mock outrage. "Excuse me? I'm a real girl!" "You're a real 'something' alright. All the better, I guess. Do we really need a little Dory Drake running around peeing on things then bragging about it?" The siblings laughed together at the memory of when Dory discovered she had a penis and Anna did not. "Come on, you can tell me about how badly you need this money on the way to the bank later." *** It didn't take Mari very long to pack up her small studio flat later that afternoon. All of her worldly belongings were cramped in a large suitcase and two boxes. She lastly placed a few fragile of things, framed pictures on the top of the final box. Examining them before sealing the package, she glanced over the familiar faces of her mother, father, and brother. "Hope you guys are ready for one more..." she smiled to herself and placed the pictures in the box. "Dory's so beautiful. She really should take more photographs sometime." Her mobile eerily rang after she finished her musing. "I was just thinking about you," she announced. "That's cute." Dory noted. "I was thinking about how you probably haven't had breakfast when you're eating for two. Why don't you meet me at Cafe Racer?" "One, that place is out of the way for both of us, Dory." Mari protested. "Two, that was near where I told you I was pregnant which wasn't exactly the high point in our relationship," "I know. I know." Dory interjected. "But just trust me, okay?" Mari attempted to show more reluctance, but she couldn't stop smiling. "I'll trust you to pull out next time. How 'bout that?" "That's negotiable. Now hurry up!" Mari almost didn't recognize her girlfriend when she walked into the hipster cafe. Dory's hair and makeup had been done, and she was wearing a dark blue sundress. "Dory Drake, you read my mind again." She greeted, almost out-of-breath as her wide eyes drank in the specimen of feminine beauty before her. "I was going to suggest getting gussied up and taking pictures. That's twice today, girl. It's like-" "We are meant to be together..." Mari was thrown off by Dory's guess. Eventually shaking her head, she continued, "Well, you lost me there, darling. I wasn't going to say that." "That wasn't a question, Mari." Dory corrected, trembling. Goosebumps covered every inch of her pale, exposed limbs as she removed a shiny ring from her blue clutch. She desperately wanted to kneel, but her knees had frozen so badly from nervousness that she just wobbled from side to side. "Mariah Williams, will you marry me?" "Oh—Oh- my god, you're crazy." Mari stared at the radiant stone. Her hands clutched her pounding chest. "I mean you are bat shit mad off your rocker, Dory Drake." Her eyes filled with tears as quickly as Dory had popped the question. She could not fight her emotions, a complete slave to them as she wept in front of her girlfriend. "I hate you so much for making me feel this way." Dory felt sick. She wanted to cry, run away, throw up, or a combination of any of the three. Paralyzed with fear, she could only stand outside of their little secluded booth ... From the outsider's perspective; it could have been misconstrued as courage. "How DO I make you feel, Mari?" "Like if I didn't marry you, I'D be the crazy one..." she batted her lashes, flushing another ounce of tears from her eyes and regaining her vision. "So, yes. Yes, Dory Drake, I will marry you." Dory exhaled, deeply. She felt as if she hadn't ever taken a breath, smiling weakly as she embraced her new fiancé. "MARI! Did you say 'yes'? You did, didn't you?' Their moment had been abruptly interrupted, as Anna had been spying from across the street and could no longer contain herself. "Take it easy, Anna." Mari coaxed, teary-eyed. "You're more excited than we are. We're not going to get married until everyone is safe." "London?" Dory nodded. Mari returned the nod, then looked at her future sister. "You should come with us, Anna. Martin, too." It seemed to pain Anna to shake her head. "I'm sorry. There is too much to do in Seattle right now. We're going to get Rodney's name cleared and take a couple of cogs out of Dawson's machine. But we should all do dinner once Dory talks to Casey." The two lovers smiled at each other, exchanging a silent glance momentarily. They wanted to tear the clothing from each other. In a spark of sudden maturity however, they decided to pack their respective belongings, as to assure an early departure to the United Kingdom- and their new lives together. *** Dory remembered The Albatross as if it were yesterday. The bed and breakfast had been the site of she and Casey's first date, and their first proper fucking—then the site of many more. She had come to enjoy the place and was beginning to finally feel comfortable in such an upscale venue. 'That was a lifetime ago.' She thought as she shuffled through the quiet doors. The main dining area and hallway leading to it was only dimly lit. Only the outlines of the lush velvet drapes were visible as she scanned the dusk for movement. The entire place seemed so uninviting now—so cold and unfriendly. Dory would use the same words to describe Casey when she finally found her, sitting alone by candlelight in an otherwise abandoned building. "I had the restaurant closed for the night." She announced when she eyed Dory's approach. She flipped open a menu and scanned its contents. "You didn't have to go through such trouble." Dory coaxed as she came to a stop several feet from her ex-girlfriend. "That's an odd contradiction." Casey almost whispered before slamming the menu shut. The leathery thunderclap echoed through the hall, and caused Dory to jump. "After all," she continued, her dark, lifeless eyes were fixed on the startled woman. "You mean to put me through a great deal of trouble. I didn't think you were capable of blackmail, Miss Drake. I must say I don't appreciate being fooled." "I know." Dory's voice became wavered and gravelly. "It's out of character for me." She fidgeted across the thick carpet. "But I have to protect my family." Casey's glare burned a hole into Dory. Even back when the aristocrat had threatened to have her killed on the veranda almost a year ago, she could still tell Casey carried a reposing soul. That was not the Casey Ackers that sat before her tonight. Dory felt the primal hatred in Casey's eyes—the woman wanted to rip her apart barehanded. This was the real Casey Ackers—and it made Dory sick. Amber was right now; she knew it. All she wanted to do was get the assurance of protection and get out of there. Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 07 "What do you want?" Casey finally exhaled, on the verge of exploding. "Call Dawson off." Dory eked. "Please. Just let my sister and I go." Casey's makeup and hair were immaculately done. She definitely looked the part of a femme fatale. "Figured out the correlation between my mother and Dawson, did we?" her thin lips barely moved as she muttered. "Not until she tried to kill me." Dory blinked, fighting tears. Her voiced buckled as her heart raced back a few months. "I was falling in love with you, Casey. Why didn't you help me? Where the fuck were you?" "Where was I?" The young woman snickered in response, the ends of her mouth turning upward devilishly. "Setting up your accident, of course." It was clear she enjoyed giving Dory info she didn't already have. "Mother wanted you in the Puget Sound with a bullet in your head. I finally convinced her to just maim you." Casey shuffled in her seat with satisfaction. "So you see, I WAS taking care of you. More or less." "You're—" Dory began to shake. The veins in her injured hand burned. "You're lying." Casey rolled her eyes at what she considered to be high drama. "Okay, you want Dawson out of the way. What else?" Dory tried to shake the shattering news and shrugged. "Nothing, I guess." "NOTHING?!?" Casey's eyes widened. She leaned back and pondered for a moment. "You had this all coming, you know." She said with scientific precision. "You're a whore, and a freak of nature." The words stabbed Dory in the gut and twisted. "I've heard all that before, Casey." She sniffled back her emotions. "You can't hurt me with words." "Perhaps not." Casey laid her soft hands in her lap with stoic calm. "But you meant to hurt me all the same. You wanted to hurt my pedigree by giving me your bastard baby. All you'll ever be is a peasant dog mindlessly rutting the nearest bitch." "I didn't rape you, Casey. You wanted me and our sex was consensual." Dory pulled the newly purchased spy camera from her bag. "I have the proof, remember?" "Rape..." She whispered under her breath. Casey's face donned a nervous tick. She straightened the wrinkles from her black satin gown and sighed. "Mother had to remind me the 'place' of people of your class. She has plans for me I didn't understand until now." Then she smiled. "Tell me, Dory. If we could spend one last night together, what would you do to me?" Dory shook her head. "Nothing." Casey huffed. "Never tell the truth if a lie will do: The mantra of Dory Drake." Her breathing seemed louder all of a sudden. "Show me." She commanded with a scowl. "I want to see the video of you fucking me." Paralysis slowly consumed Dory. She had anticipated Casey to be so scandalized she would agree to her terms without verifying the contents. She desperately fought against the fear that coiled around her middle like an anaconda. "Don't fuck with me, Casey." She purged the words from the pit of her stomach. "I have copies and they'll all hit the news stations in the morning if I'm not heard from." "Oh..." Again, the nervous twitch. Casey brought her hands from her lap and placed them on the table. Between them, Dory could make out the shape of a sleek handgun with silencer attached. "I don't think I care about the video anymore." Dory flinched at the sight of the gun. She hated guns. The weapon shoved a weakness into her spine that no person could. Her fear-laden words gurgled from her throat. "Look, I'm sorry there is no video." she stuttered, stepping backwards and cowering back the way she came. "I just told Vince that to blackmail you into helping me." "I don't care anymore." Casey shrugged with her eyes. "I'm agreeing to your terms anyway." "What?" Dory was bewildered. Her mind raced. She could tell how quickly Casey was trading her dispassionate assassin-style demeanor for something less lucid—and that scared her greatly. "I'm willing to trade you." She repeated her cryptic offer. "I will protect you and Anna from Dawson. But you have something that I want—and you're not leaving this building until I get it." "THERE'S NO TAPE!" Dory was almost screaming. Standing up, Casey had mobilized. Dory continued her slow retreat until the maniac in front her brandished the revolver, urging the ceasing of all movement. "Casey—" Dory pouted, panting heavily. She tried to accept her impending death. "Come over here." Casey barked. "You know what I want." When the cautiously treading Dory came in arm's length, Casey snatched at the front of quaking woman's blue dress and bent her over the table. "Let's stop playing games, Miss Drake. We both know what really makes the world go round." She hiked up Dory's dress and smacked her bare ass with the gun's broadside. "SEX—POWER- DOMINATION." Casey hit her harder at the end of each word. "You knew you'd have to pay this price. That's why you came alone—isn't it?" Dory nodded her teary face, still wincing over each one of her blood-vessels in her ass Casey had just broken. She mewed through her pain. "I didn't think you were going to hurt me Casey, really." "Well, I Am." She hissed with glee. "I'm going to use you up then throw you away like the garbage you are." "I—I can't do this." Dory whispered, but not exactly at Casey. It was an inner monolog that escaped from her racing mind. Casey responded however, by slamming Dory's tear-soaked face against the hard, clothed surface. "Honey, it's not like you have much of a choice here. After all, I could just kill you and have a bullet put in that skinny sister of yours." She ripped Dory's panties from her body with a sick, tearing sound. "This is rape, Casey." She whispered, looking over her shoulder. Emotionally weakened, Dory used her forearms for support. "You understand that, right? What you're doing ... what you're about to do ... It's rape." "Are you TRYING to make me wet right now?" her attacker's voice became throaty and sultry. "No- Casey- you CAN'T..." she forced the words through her teeth, as she felt the intruder's hand snake up her privates. Then she smiled defiantly, almost sweetly. "I'm getting married, Casey. And I'm moving to London. So you should just let me go and-" Casey slammed her head into the heavy oak again. Through the ringing in her ears, she could hear her attacker chortle. With one hand, Casey pressed her victim to the hard surface by the small of her back; the other was planted firmly in her own dripping cunt. "Who do you think you are wearing a dress, anyway?" she teased as she fucked herself. "I mean, it's not you're a real woman, right? Casey jammed two fingers into Dory's tight ass. The invasion sent burning waves of pain down her legs. She bit her lip to stifle her cries, and only ceased biting only when she began to taste her own blood. From over Dory's shoulder, she could feel Casey loom over here; the woman's insipid breath ran up and down her neck. Through her terror, she noticed that it didn't smell like before. Gone was the sweet fragrance that Dory once associated with the gentle lips of her lover. The air from Casey's lungs was cold and sterile. Her breathing sped up, indicating she was bringing herself to a vile climax. Dory's torso was cold and her exposed ass was numb. As Casey roughly fingered Dory's asshole, she began to worry she may be bleeding, this one of the many thoughts that ran through her head- anything to ignore the violation she was experiencing, as she stood pressed against the only path of escape, limbs spread helplessly as she tried to absorb some pain by arching her feet. 'It's a good thing I'm leaving.' she thought. 'I couldn't stand to drive by here after this.' She spent her 'out of body' experience pondering such matters until she heard her rapist begin shutter and grunt. She felt Casey's tongue rake across her eyes, drinking at the warm tears streaming down her face. She had not realized she had been sobbing so much; after all, it wasn't even happening to her. But it was all in the past now. Casey finished her orgasm and slid her fingers from Dory's anus. "Okay." Dory squeaked through her tears, wiping her face. "Can I go, please?" But Casey spun the distressed girl around and sat her on the table's corner. Dory tried not to fight as Casey kissed her, ravaging the insides of her mouth. "I'm not done with you, Dory." she retorted in anger as she reached up the dickgirl's dress, searching for her flaccid member. Casey stroked the cock vigorously, then checked Dory's facial reaction- too complacent. She seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness. Irritated, Casey slapped her face with jaw-jarring force. Dory snapped to full attention. "This had better get hard very quickly." She warned. Her penis complied, whether Dory wanted it to or not, when Casey applied her warm mouth to the sensitive organ. Dory clutched her brow as her body began to shake with pleasure, betraying her. She could feel the vibrations of Casey's lustful groan through her loins as her semen, the sacred fluid she yearned to promise exclusively to Mari, bubbled up her shaft and was milked from her. Contrary to Dory's assumption, tasting her come only frenzied Casey more. She pulled the pulsing cock from her mouth and caught the remainder of Dory's cream in her hand. Lying back, she applied the stickiness to her own overheated pussy. Casey's opened her mouth in a wide 'O' as she quickly fucked herself to another orgasm. Her eyes narrowed at Dory still perched on the table. "Get down on the floor and fuck me." She commanded with bated breath. Moping, Dory shook her head, still defiant. She had already been through hell, and wasn't wholly against fucking Casey if it got this over with. But she would have to do all the work. Casey raised the gun again, this time placing the cold nozzle near Dory's feminine sex. "Casey?!?" Dory's bottom lip quivered. "Casey, no!" "Miss Drake," the nymph panted. "Very early on, I told you two lies. The first was when I led you to believe you were my first female." She let the gun slowly part the lips Dory's slick labia. "I actually had many lovers when I was younger. The second lie was when I threatened to have you killed for meddling in Vince's business and mine. The truth is I'd never allow anyone else to do my killing for me." She jostled the gun. Dory's confused pussy flexed over the weapon's barrel. "Mother used to hire cheap labor from the city— immigrants—many young girls would come to help clean the house and attend to me. Marisol and I were both barely teenagers, but I weighed 30 pounds more than her. She was a sweet flower—always willing to please. It didn't take me long to coax her into my bed." Casey returned her free hand to stroke herself, and then. " I love dominating her, but one night I wanted to see how badly I could choke her without killing her. I love choking. You'll find out for yourself later tonight. But poor Marisol—" Casey twitched and shivered. "I didn't realize I had put my full weight on her. I had crushed her little windpipe." "Casey—" Dory trembled, trying to pull away from the gun's cold barrel from her sex. "Please let me go." "And then there was Carla. She wasn't as adventurous as Marisol, but I was determined. I was only 16, and wanted to fuck her with mother's gun." She shook her head. "Damn hair triggers. Mother was furious." "Okay." Dory choked. "I get it. Let's get this over with. I'm ready to fuck you now." Casey finally pulled the gun away, smiling. She climbed onto the table and after a few deliberate strokes, mounted Dory's hardened shaft. It was a memory overload for the accosted dickgirl. Without thinking, Dory grabbed Casey's meaty hips and began to thrust slightly- until she realized what she was doing. She had remembered every fold of Casey's insides, and it took all of her resolve not to pretend it was six months ago, during one of the couple's weekend getaways, where sex was hourly and clothing very discouraged. But it could never be like that again. 'It was SO wonderful once ... so wonderful while I lasted' Dory thought. Casey was once so accepting, taking ounce after ounce of her thick baby batter. Now she wanted more, badly enough to take it by force. It would have been so flattering if it weren't so vile. Regardless, Casey got it- another ounce. Dory jetted a few more spurts of cum into Casey's womb before the bigger girl removed herself from the wilted cock. "Upstairs, now?" Casey panted. "Our room?" Dory's stomach tossed at the vulgar sentiment. *** Casey had cuffed one of Dory's wrists to the bedpost before the prisoner could react. She tried to secure the other, but Dory scratched at the girl's face. The gun fumbled to the plush rug with a silent thud. Dory drew back her claws and felt the warmth of Casey's blood over her fingers. Redness bubbled from a jagged thin crack on the girl's otherwise porcelain face. With flailing limbs, they struggled at the bedside. Dory yelped when Casey finally rammed her knee into her groin, falling on the bed in recoil. "Stupid cunt!" Casey screamed as wrapped her fingers around Dory's throat. Dory thrashed with her free hand, but the spasms in her throat and lungs drained her strength. The crazed look on Casey's face blurred, and her limp hand came to rest on the hands that strangled the life from her. Dory's throat made sick, gargling sounds as her eyes bulged and watered. She had given up just when Casey released her death grip. Dory hacked the phlegm'd contents of her throat as she gasped. "I almost lost control, there." Casey wheezed as she slipped out of her gown and crawled in her nakedness onto the bed. "That would have ruined our night. Dead dickgirls can't come, after all." She attacked Dory's cock with her teeth, sucking and grating the abused flesh to life. Dory remained conscious for most of the night. Just as her body would produce a new load of semen, as quickly it would be unceremoniously drained from her into one of Casey's alternating orifices. During a particularly humiliating interlude, she decided to give Dory's genitals a rest, and instead straddled the bound woman's mouth. "I'll say this about Carla and Marisol." Casey panted as she wiggled on Dory's tongue. "They never went down on me as well as you, Miss Drake." Within minutes, Casey's body quaked in orgasm. Her shuddering subsided, and still she hovered over Dory when a perverse thought struck her. She sighed and relaxed her bladder. Dory gagged and choked as droplets of bitter-tasting piss flooded her mouth. "My little toilet girl!" Casey laughed. "You're lucky it's not really my thing. I'd be sending you back to your fiancé' nice and filthy." As the sun's new dawn pierced the room's many windows, Dory realized she was going to survive. It brought little physical comfort. Her legs and thighs were sore and badly bruised. Her face knotted from the beatings. Her lower body was numb, and she if were able to walk away from this, she was still unsure whether or not she could literally 'walk away'. Such were her thoughts around six that morning, as Casey straddled her, working her wilted cock into her equally sore pussy. "I don't know about you, Dory." Casey grunted as she tried to force more of the cock inside her. "But I'm going to sleep like a baby tonight. Dory said nothing. She turned her head away. "I see. You're not enjoying this." Sweat from Casey's heaving breasts dripped and stained Dory's already tattered and bloody dress. She grabbed the girl's face and directed it to face her. "See that there are no hard feelings. I'm going to let you go now, and I'll keep my word that no harm will come to you or your sister. But Dory, I swear to God—If you, your slut wife, or any of your future mutt children ever lash back at my family, I promise you I will wipe every one of you Drakes off the planet." Casey mashed her lips against Dory's, raping her mouth with her tongue. She dismounted Dory and the slimy pulled from its hiding place with a slick sound. "Congratulations on your engagement, by the way." She retrieved the handcuff key from her discarded dress. After she was sure Casey had left, Dory attempted to leave the bed. Her untested knees betrayed her, and she collapsed to the floor in a heap of pain. She pulled herself up, a lifeless vegetable too ashamed to move or speak. Dory had been violated in every way she could think of. All of her impulses and miscues had led her to this dreadful conclusion. Rock bottom. She cleaned herself as best she could, but she looked a fright and she knew it. The looks she received in the now bustling dining hall were all the evidence she needed to verify she looked like she had been to hell and back. Dory was never happier to be in her own shower. To wash away the horrid cocktail of bodily fluids was quite the accomplishment. She closed her eyes and let the cleansing water cascade over her bruised body. "I'm going to make it. I'm going to make it." She repeated to herself in hopes of eventually believing it. Even though Dory chose to towel herself in the living room, she barely heard Anna and Mari walk in, surprised to see the missing woman alive and well only a few feet away. Still, Dory couldn't quite make out what her little sister was saying even when she sat down in front of her, only the outlines of muffled sounds. Dory was finally able to communicate when Anna began to notice her current state, sedated and disheveled. She could read the girl's lips as she mouthed the words "Are you okay?" to which Dory managed a dumb nod. It was imperative that Anna not find out what just happened and why. She could at least manage that, if nothing else, she decided. *** Dory was equally quiet during her goodbye dinner with Martin and Anna that night. She was grateful that the ambiance of the fancy Italian eatery was dark and quiet. Fighting off Mari's playful advances in their spacious corner booth, she kept her conversations short, and not necessarily sweet. "Dory, do you have a job lined up in London yet?" asked Martin. "No." she paused before clearing her throat. "No, I don't." "Mari, you're going to be the breadwinner AND you're pregnant? Dory, don't you ever think of anyone but yourself?" Anna teased. "Dory can work in mum's office until she finds something. The important thing is NOT the money. As long as we're together." Mari nodded with enthusiasm and touched Dory's shoulder. Dory winced and pulled away. Her fiancé's touch made her feel ashamed- dirty- alone. Dory had never been outside of the United States, and as she boarded the plane that would take her across the ocean, she should have felt a mixture of emotions- Perhaps excitement, or fear. That wasn't the case. Solemn numbness hung across her shoulders like a 50lb carry-on. Occasionally, she would catch Mari looking at her with a Cheshire-sized grin. Dory feigned a cheap smile for her partner and squeezed her hand- two the hardest actions of her life, it seemed. 'It had to get better.' Dory thought. 'Right?' *** "No. Left, Dory." Mari commanded with her hands Dory moved a large potted plant into an empty corner of their cozy London flat. Now 8 months pregnant, the musician was forced to defer most physical labor to her spouse. "That's fine. Good job, honey." The mover sat down her load and straightened her unkempt outfit of flannel and denim, which was baggy and wrinkled. She dragged herself into the walk-in kitchen to fetch a glass of water from the sink. "Dory have you been feeling okay?" Mari asked from her comfortable position from the living room sofa. "Why?" Dory defended. A glare of affectionate concern struck Mari's face. She rocked herself forward and waddled off the sofa to join her love in the kitchen. "We've been in London for months, and you've been nothing but quiet and distant." she cooed, running her hand through Dory's tangled hair. "You've really let yourself go, as well. What's the matter, baby?" She playfully circled Dory, who continued to silently drink her water. Mari ceased her waddling and hugged her from behind. She slyly slipped her hand into Dory's waistband as she whispered in her ear. Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 07 "Maybe you need to relax a bit-" was all Mari said before Dory erratically recoiled. She rammed her shoulder into Mari, probably harder than she intended. Her extra weight served as a buffer; it kept Mari falling from the force of the push, but the shock of Dory assaulting her could not be absorbed. The frightful scene escalated when Dory threw her half empty glass into the ceramic sink; it shattered loudly into countless shards. Reflecting on the audacity of the last 60 seconds, Mari could only smile as she shook her head in disbelief. "I made a mistake, didn't I?" she muttered through newly formed tears, clutching her swollen belly. "I made one mistake and tried to cover it up with another. Don't you agree?" Dory's stoic, tired glare was somewhat warming to Mari. She knew she had Dory's attention, so she continued "Believe it or not Mrs. Drake, I'll sort of need you in a few weeks. By all means, you might need me too ... maybe even right now." she paused and looked at her feet. She hated giving ultimatums- it seemed childish to her. Yet she reluctantly proclaimed "I told you a while ago that I'd give you only one break. My name is Mariah Williams Drake, and I really want to be proud that's my name. Please don't give me a reason not to be." Dory breathed heavily. Her pulse climbed as she fell to her knees. Mari leaned in to catch and cradle her. She knew Dory had been harboring something- but how the woman trembled scared her far worse than any shattered glass. And then Dory spoke ... and spoke ... and spoke. She told Mari everything. About Emily. About Casey. She told her vast secrets- things only her sister knew, and others that no one knew. For an hour, years of pain flooded from Dory like a waterfall of black lava; And Mari just listened, occasionally stroking her face and wiping away tears as the woman's lament when on. When asked 30 years later, it was agreed between both of them that this was to be the first day they stopped being a couple, and became a unit. *** "Here you go, dear." said Mari with maternal comfort. She passed Dory a bowl of ice cream. After cleaning up the glass, she had decided to make them sundaes as Dory recovered herself on the sofa. "Mom used to make us sundaes whenever Anna or I had a terrible day at school." she commented, mouth half full of sweets. "I know." she confirmed, sitting down next to her. "You just told me, remember? As you soaked my only clean maternity shirt." With a face red and tired, Dory laughed for the first time in over two months. "Sorry about that" she apologized. "I'm sure that wasn't pretty." "No. In fact you're a quite an ugly crier." Mari teased, placing her spoon in her mouth. "Ha. You mean JUST when I'm crying?" "You're actually the most beautiful woman in the world ... Until 'she' comes along of course." Dory caressed Mari's stomach and reclined. "God, I can't wait to meet her." "Neither can I." Mari smiled back before changing her tone. "Dory, promise me you're going to see a rape counselor. I don't care if you press charges, but for our daughter's sake, get help. You should have told me ages ago." Dory nodded, and the family shared a moment of comfortable silence. "You guys didn't need to know. It was my entire fault anyway." She sighed. "It's my fault Casey hurt me. Everything I did put all these horrible players in my life and paid a high price." "Dory Drake," Mari almost scolded. "I don't ever want to hear you speak such rubbish. So you didn't handle every situation perfectly. So you were childish and reckless. Get in line. Join the club. We're all people and that makes us perpetual fuck-ups. That never gives a psychopath grounds to hurt you." She raised her head to survey Mari's tired radiance. Once an petite ebony rock star princess, now eluded a refined maturity. Literally barefoot and pregnant with their child, she tucked her swollen feet and ankles underneath her plump bottom as she smiled contently. Dory then observed her bowl. She gently mixed the melted chocolate syrup and vanilla ice cream, stirring a few time before confirming. "I think you're right, my dear Mrs. Drake." Dory giggled softly. "Hey I know what would make these sundaes ever better." "Is that right?" Mari cocked her eyebrow. "mmhmm..." Dory nodded happily. "It's a secret topping. Comfort food." Mari smiled, then silently pondered for a few seconds before proceeding. "NO." Dory's jaw dropped. She was authentically surprised by the denial. "Wha-What? Why not?" Mari shook her head. Laughing. "Cause I don't feel like eating your come, Dory!" "But YOU reached into MY pants earlier!" "That was before you broke a glass and cried all over my shirt, dear. The mood has come and gone." she stood with some effort and continued yelling. "I'm going to bed. Now eat your fucking ice cream and shut up." Neither girl could keep a straight face during the exchange and laughed together. Mari continued as she walked towards the stairs. "We've got all the time in the world, Dory. I'm not going anywhere ... and you're home." she gave the girl one last smile before exiting. "Good night." Dory sat, smiling to herself for a few minutes before reaching for a hairbrush on the end table. With gentle strokes, she began untangling her hair. For the first time in her life, Dory Drake felt like she was home. Moreover, she had plenty to look forward and even more to fight for. "I may win just yet." Dory smiled, and turned out the light. Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 08 BOOK TWO Four Years Later... "Is that a wrinkle?" Dory Drake whispered to herself as she sat curled on the sofa in her cozy London flat. The 34 year old woman had just tucked her bare feet underneath her long pink nightgown to read one of her favorite (trashy) erotic stories when she noticed the blemish on the back of her ring hand- it was something the former detective thought she would pick up on. After all, she used the hand enough. Tonight would be no exception. She shrugged off the indicator of aging and slipped the hand into her gown. Stroking herself gently, she reached for the empty glass on the table next to her. It wasn't until she placed the vessel next to her folded knee that she heard a tiny shuffle in the dark hallway leading away from the room. Her erection wilted instantly. She was still not used to such interruptions. "I hear you, Catherine Drake." she called out. "What are you still doing up?" A tiny figure emerged from the shadows, a small child of four years. Her powder blue pajama set rested mutely on her light caramel complexion. Her cherub face carried a stoic expression, but still gleamed with youthful energy at this late hour. Her dark hair was frizzy, unkempt, and wild looking. This was not by design- her parent tried to manage the girl's hair as best as possible. "I needed to ask you a question..." the little girl announced with earnest. Dory rubbed her brow, still perturbed at the interruption. "Come on over here. What's wrong?" "What's a basket case?" The girl's question jumped out of her mouth before she had even leapt onto her mother's lap. "A basket case is something you'd call a crazy person- wait. Why are you asking me this?" Dory wanted to kick herself. She knew she had now been setup for an awkward conversation. She would have never guessed how awkward. "Aunt Anna said you were a basket case before I was born. Why were you so crazy, mummy?" Catherine often left her mother speechless, but this was different. Moreover, she hated discussing, with children or adults, events Dory considered to have happened a lifetime ago. She took a deep breath and continued. "I wasn't really crazy, honey. Aunt Anna just meant that before you were born and before I met your other mommy, I was often very lonely and sad. Sometimes I did things I guess she would call crazy. But then you girls came along and I stopped doing crazy things." she leaned over to kiss her daughter's smooth forehead, pleased with her answer. "What things?" "Huh?" "What kind of things did you do, mommy?" Dory cut her eyes at Catherine, who was already too much of a detective for her own good. "Go to bed." she replied. "The girl mimicked her mother's glare before scampering back toward the darkness and up the stairs. "Hey Catherine..." Dory called out, the girl's bushy head peaked back into the room. "I love you." she concluded. "I love you too, mummy." she never grew tired of hearing her flesh and blood string those words together. Dory waited until she was satisfied that the girl had returned to her room. Hastily, she bundled her book and glass in her arms and turned off the light. Up the stairs and down the hall she briskly walked, Persian carpeted floors absorbing the noise. She slowly opened the door at the end of the hallway. Mari Drake, whose back had been facing the door, didn't readily detect that she was no longer alone, and kept writing at her desk at the side of a queen-sized four-post bed. With short hair pulled back in a ponytail and reading glasses focused on her papers, she only turned around once Dory audibly closed the door. Without a verbal exchange, Mari returned to her position and resumed writing. Her partner however, quietly slid the latch on the door, locking out any further intruders. Dory now calmly slunk across the room, eyes fixed on the writer, tender brown shoulders exposed by the loose fitting tee draped across her torso. The sight made Dory salivate as she sank her teeth into the side of Mari's neck. Startled, the gasp that escaped her lips quickly transitioned into a warm sigh. Spicy sparks of delight darted the length of her body as Dory switched between kissing and gnawing on her flesh. With lustful urgency, Mari took her glasses off and reached behind her to make contact with Dory's gown. Tracing the outside lining, she found the opening and slipped her hand inside. Her rigid shaft was easy to find as she continued to be vigorously nibbled upon. She gently stroked the veiny uncut member until the swollen head became visible. "mmm ... Mari..." Dory mouthed as her partner massaged her engorged cap with her thumb. "Suck me." she commanded. She opened her dark eyes wide in response to Dory's crass, before slipping half the shaft in her mouth, submitting to the 'father' of her child. Dory arched her head and shoulders, disrobing herself and allowing the garment to fall to the ground. She closed her eyes to focus on Mari's tongue swirling around each fold of skin in her mouth. As her breathing became labored, she let her thin fingers play along the coarse ends of Mari's thick black hair. She squeezed and pulled at her own small breasts with her free hand intermittently as she began to shutter. "Oh baby, I'm so close..." Dory whispered. Mari encouraged the issue, roughly kneading Dory's pale thighs and buttocks. The hermaphrodite let out of slight sigh when she came. It was Mari's only warning before she felt the hot rush of cream against her tonsils. Dory's cock spasmed thrice over before the dizziness of her climax subsided, leaving only a slight clear trail of liquid on the side of Mari's dark lips. Flattered that her partner had managed to swallow most of her generous deposit, Dory staggered back and sat on the bed to catch her breath. "I thought you said you were going to leave me alone tonight?" Mari reminded Dory, wiping her mouth as if to retort the felatio she had just performed. "I have work to do, ya know." "I know, but your daughter kept me from taking care of it myself." she defended. Dory swung her nudity gently towards her spouse. "Oh, she's MY daughter only, is she?" Mari squeaked in mock outrage and crossed her arms. "And who the fuck cares if she did? And why is it MY problem?" her arm motions became erratic. "So am I just your come dumpster, then?" she concluded with more a statement than question, then returned the chair to its original direction toward the desk. Dory sat in silence. She felt guilty over disturbing Mari's work for her explicit pleasure. She gawked at the songwriter as she picked up her pencil, tapped it against the paper with non-rhythmic thumps, and then placed the instrument back down. "I need a break now, anyway." Mari admitted in a huff. "Is that still hard?" She Dory sheepishly smiled. "For you, it's always hard." "Cheesy wanker..." the British girl, now almost 27, unbuttoned her short. The Drakes kept a strict 'no undies' policy at night, and now the ebony pixie stood in front of Dory wearing nothing but the long flimsy shirt, with traces of her pubic bush visible through the thin cotton. "Fetch the oil, sweetie." Surprised, Dory motioned toward a small bottle by the nightstand. When she retrieved it, Mari was already bent over her desk, shirt hiked up well over her ribs. "You're in a certain mood tonight..." Dory observed, running her hand across Mari's soft, dusky ass. "You're going to look a gift horse in the mouth and ask questions?" she glanced over her shoulder at her lover. "Get it together dear. My ass isn't going to fuck itself." Flipping up the cap on the bottle, Dory quickly complied, pouring the clear, slippery liquid directly on the woman's perfectly puckered anus. She carefully massaged the oil into Mari with one hand, and readied her own throbbing missile with the other. "You're full of surprises." whispered as she gently feed her organ into the generously lubed opening. Mari stifled a cry as her body stretched to receive Dory's cock. "No, actually I think I'm full of YOU at the moment." she was able to retort whilst trying to keep her composure, still desperately wanting to scream. "Now who's being cheesy?" the empowered Dory began to rock her hips, gently fucking her spouse's tightness with increasing force and speed. Mari gripped the end of her desk harder, crumpling the loose sheets of paper as she bit down on her lip. Between Dory's rhythmic thrusts, Mari could feel the moisture on her neglected slit accumulate. Heat pulsing from her moist sex, she tried to attend to herself. But before she could reach her dripping clit, Dory wretched her head back by a handful of her hair and speared her ass harder. "Ow! You sadistic bitch" Mari snarled at Dory and placed her hand back on the desk. After another minute of abrasive pumping, Dory finally felt merciful enough to reach to right hand around Mari's hip and into the girl's empty sex. Now, Dory had total control of her lover's orgasm. She couldn't help but smile as she pistoned both holes. "Oh God, YES! Fuck me, Dory!" she screamed, knees buckling as a wave of heat flashed over her. As her body jetted a small amount of fluid rushed over Dory's prying fingers, it was soon overshadowed by the sensation of hot cream being injected into her willing body. Her spent body collapsed on her desk. Dory carefully removed herself from Mari and carried her over to their bed and lovingly tucked her in. "Tomorrow, you're going to leave me alone. I mean it." Mari mumbled; her eyes still closed. "Of course. Good night, my love." "Don't stay up too late." Dory quietly made her way form the bedroom. Peaking into Catherine's room, she wanted to make sure her mother's scream didn't wake the girl. Dory was NOT ready for that 'talk'. The girl had not been disturbed. She was loosely tucked in her bed, sleeping sideways, wild hair partially lying off the side. Dory smiled at the sleeping angel and exited. ________________________________________ Now in the kitchen downstairs, Dory prepared a large glass of ice water, and she started to reflect on how wonderful her life had become in the last few years. She had a beautiful spouse, child, and a second career as an Investigative Journalism professor at a local technical university. Things were stable and happy ... though she just discovered an immediate problem that required solving. Returning to the second floor with her water, she entered the door closest to the stairs. Walking over to the small bed in the room, she calmly pulled the covers back and poured the icy liquid over the mass lying underneath the blankets. The figure belted out a high shrill and rolled onto the floor, tangled in the damp covers. "Get out, Anna." Dory snapped. "Are you fucking crazy, Dory?" Anna shrilled. "It's midnight!" "What the fuck did you tell my daughter?" she interrogated her sister, threatening with the glass. It was still half full. Just how Dory liked it. "Wh—what?' Anna stammered. She was still only half-awake. "Basket case?!? Don't you ever talk to her like that again, Anna. I want you out of here." Anna, still groggy, defiantly sat on the floor surrounded by soaked sheets. "Shit, Dory. You act like I told her she was conceived in a nightclub bathroom. You're overreacting." "See, I knew it was a mistake bringing you to London." Dory waved her finger, maintaining her icy glare. "Seriously, you're leaving in the morning." "Fine!" Anna pouted. "You know, I guess it wasn't enough that I had to dump Martin after three years of engagement bliss because HE was being such a jerk. I guess it's only fitting that my own sister- my ONLY family in the world is casting me aside! And in a strange city ... and strange country ... and strange people..." she sighed dramatically. "Homeless! My life is over! I might as well just kill myself!" Vexed, Dory rubbed her temples in exasperation. This was not how she saw this talk going. "Just watch your sailor mouth around her. Okay, Anna?" "Dory..." Anna batted her long, teased eyelids innocently. "When have I ever?" The elder sister shook her head slightly, and then took a sip of water. Feeling the situation had been disarmed; Anna changed the subject matter slightly. "Dory, she's beautiful." "I know, isn't she?" the parent replied with an excited grin as if she had a secret to tell. Then she frowned slightly, and held her midsection, slowly motioning toward the room's lone window. The foggy night sky reminded her of the years in Seattle, dreary and drab, yet laden with achromatic beauty. As Dory turned her back, Anna used the opportunity to remove her soaked nightshirt to change. Dory caught the outlines of Anna naked body from the corner of her eye. Formerly skinny and lanky, Dory's 'little' sister had developed quite well in the last four years. Now a full two cup-sizes larger, she had gained almost 10 pounds on her stomach and legs. 'She's filled out nicely.' Dory thought to herself and she stole a full glance. "Martin was stupid for letting her go.' "Stop looking at my tits, Dory." Anna warned as she rifled for a dry shirt from one of her bags on the floor. "Have you not been getting any lately?" "I'll have you know I just fucked Mari's ass a few minutes ago." she announced proudly, then scrunching her face she inquired "Too much info?" "The fact that you still have to ask after all these years proves there is something wrong with you." The feisty blond flipped the new t-shirt down, stuffing her large breast within the confines the fabric. Now 'decent', Anna joined her sister in front of the window. "I've missed you, Dory." Her sibling's sudden tenderness caught Dory off balance. It took several seconds for her to respond, though it seemed like longer. "I miss you too. And I know I've said it a million times but I'm so sorry about Martin. We'll fix you up." "So you're not kicking me out?" She hugged Anna gently. "Please watch what you say around Catherine. That girl already has an imagination and I don't want her growing up too fast." ________________________________________ "Please place your exams in my drop box tonight, by midnight." Professor Drake reminded the ensemble of students as they were leaving the medium sized lecture hall. "Hannah, may I speak with you quickly?" The young strawberry blonde girl had almost reached the door before being redirected to her instructor's desk some 20 feet away. The timid student tightly gripped her bookbag, high English cheekbones, and air of classic beauty, flushed with nervousness as she stood over the sitting teacher. "Finals are only a week away. Your friend Alexi needs to officially drop this class if she doesn't want to come anymore." Dory stated, her glasses and nose pinned in a textbook, not bothering to look up at Hannah. "I trust you'll let her know?" The girl shifted her eyes from side to side, seeming confused. Her overall appearance started to concern Dory. She finally looked up. "Is there something wrong, Hannah?" "No, Professor Drake. I'm fine. I'll let Alexi know." the girl played nervously with the trendy, paisley scarf that draped across her neck as she quickly backed towards the exit. In fact, she tried to bolt for the door even before she was finished talking. "HANNAH!" Dory snapped at her student as she would her daughter. The girl turned back to Dory, face mixed with desperation and panic. She could burst into tears as she returned to the professor's desk. "Alexi isn't purposefully missing my class, is she?" Visibly frightened, she forced an uncomfortable headshake. Dory had wanted to be wrong about her intuition and her correctness did that alleviate the concern for her missing student. "Where is she?" The two were all alone in the classroom by now, but that didn't ease the girl's blatant paranoia. "Do you want to go to my office?" she offered, trying not to lose patience. She managed another involuntary nod. It was a short walk to Dory's office, just two or three doors. The school was smallish, and Dory was lucky to be named to their adjunct faculty. They entered her cramped office space with flimsy wooden panels for walls. Her heavy desk was of the same neutral coloring. 'My office is basically from the first season of Doctor Who.' she had once explained to Mari. Her tight work area was void of clutter, save a small steel picture frame with insert- she, Mari and Catherine on vacation in a French hamlet last year. Dory glanced at her happy family and smirked a bit before getting serious. "Okay, Hannah." she started with a grave tone. "Where's Alexi?" "I'm not quite sure..." the 20 year old girl was almost in tears, the bangs of her bright hair stuck to her nervously sweaty brow. "This isn't an interrogation, Hannah." Dory cooed, trying to calm the girl down. Taking pity on her student, Dory compared her behavior to that of Catherine's reluctance to tell the truth for fear of self-incrimination. "So just calm down and tell me how long she's been missing. Certainly not the entire two weeks she's been out of class? What did the police say? Hannah- you called the police, right?" There was the secret she so badly wanted to retain. Her blatant negligence to her best friend and flatmate's well-being. She finally crumbled under her burden of guilt and broke into sobs. "I'm so sorry Professor Drake, she told me not to say anything, and that she'd be back in a few days!" Dory wanted to scream at her. Two weeks? Really? But it wouldn't help. She just needed more information. "It's okay, Hannah. But I do need to know where she went." She took a couple of deep gasps for air, and tried to calm herself. "She took an overnight job as a factory worker, trying to expose corruption at the Consair Corporation." "Consair Foods?" Dory sounded alarmed. "She didn't get that idea from my lecture on abuse in big business did she? Because sneaking around and antagonizing a dragon like the Consair group was definitely not that point I was making." "When she first started, she either checked in with me or I saw her in the morning." Hannah still sobbed. "Then she told me about infiltrating deeper and that she may lose contact for awhile, but Professor, that was a week ago! I'm so scared!" Dory's parental instincts kicked in, and she held the quivering girl, who was barely out of her teenage years. "It's going to be okay, dear." she whispered in her ear. "You get yourself ready for your next class and I'll take care of this." Composed, but still morose, Hannah left Dory alone in her office. The woman was pensive and rightfully so. Consair was a multi-billion dollar corporation, often regarded as being above the law. "I thought I left all this shit in Seattle." she grumbled and sighing heavily. She would have loved to look the other way, call the police, and then let them deal with it. Unfortunately for Dory, she felt more responsible than she ought. To Professor Drake, a student of hers, inspired by her, disappeared because of her. The guilt had already begun to nibble at her heart painfully. As Anna so greatly articulated years ago, this was a job for Dory Drake, Dickgirl Detective. "Sorry girls..." she said aloud, palming her family picture. "Looks like mommy can't stay out of trouble." Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 09 Mari Drake jerked awake in the middle of the night; the pale moonlight was shining through the window exposing her dusky nude form as she lay on her bed. The stickiness cooling between her legs caused chills to rack her body. She rubbed her goosebump-covered legs together and squeezed her pelvic muscles. The fluid, her partner's conquest, leaked from her ebony folds. A few drops had reached past her ass and onto the sheets below. "God. You were backed up, baby." she whispered. "Have I not been taking care of you?" But the woman was alone. She had extended her arm, hoping to graze Dory's tender breast, only to find the side of the bed currently vacant. 'She must be in the loo... ' Mari thought to herself. Desiring to be held, she remained prostrate, awaiting her lover's return- but to no avail. She gently massaged her well-plowed sex. Another gush of cream spilled into her hand. After half an hour of waiting passed, Mari grew concerned. She quickly robed herself and crept out the bedroom door and down the hallway. The bottom of the stairs was stained in the dull blue glow of a busy television. But as she descended to the first floor, the box was powered off, leaving its former watcher sitting under a light in silence. "Dory, what are you doing up?" Mari queried, rubbing her burning eyes. "It's four o'clock. Don't you have class today?" "Yeah ... Yeah, I do." The flush-faced woman seemed uncomfortable with the intrusion, a strange reaction, Mari thought, as the two had recently coupled. Dory loosely balanced a book in her lap, giving the impression she had been reading from it. Suspicious, Mari reached across Dory to snatch the tv remote and pressed the power button. The screen flickered on and the latest programme resumed. American news show. Politics. Washington State Governor Helen Ackers had just finished her reelection victory speech. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" Mari asked sternly as she powered down the machine once again. "I'm not over it." Dory shook her head, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. They abused me, and they got away with it." "Yes..." her best friend admitted in a soft voice. "I suppose they did.". She paused to assess Dory's mood. The morose woman sat frumpishly on the sofa wearing only a white tee and plaid boy shorts. She knew that Dory was feeling half her age. Her shoulders were hunched over and arms tightly folded—as if her sand castle had just been kicked over. "But you're still my hero. Did you know that?" Mari sat on the sofa cross-legged and extended her hand to stroke Dory's knee. "You've had the world thrown at you and managed to become a wonderful parent, and partner- and you saved your sister's life." Dory feigned a smile at the kind words, and then sighed. "I feel crazy, Mari." "About your missing student?" Mari cocked her head. "Yeah ... Well ... not just that." she scratched at her scalp through her long tangled chestnut hair, looking for proper words. The only thing she realized afterward was that she needed a haircut. "I feel crazy..." she repeated, then took a deep breath before continuing. "Because I have a crazy idea." "If I were Anna," Mari quickly asserted. "I'd say that because YOU think it's crazy, that it must be really bananas. But since I'm not, I'll just let you talk and-." "Mari, I want a baby." Mari silently recoiled before responding coldly " ... But sometimes I really shouldn't let you talk. Especially when you want to say crazy shit." She had allowed her robe to hang open as the couple talked, but now she retracted her hand and closed fast the front of the garment, as if there was a chance Dory's mournful stare could get her pregnant. "I'm sorry, Dory. My career is finally taking off. I can't even begin to tell you how lucky I was to get this songwriting position after Catherine was born. You know I love our family, but it was insane to have Catherine as young as I was. Maybe in a few years we can-" "No, Mari. Not you." Dory cooed, touching the rambling woman's thigh. "'I' want a baby." "You?" Whether or not it was caused by the lateness of the hour, Dory's statement took a full minute to Mari to process, to which she simply replied, "You want to get pregnant? You can do that?" Dory rolled her dejected eyes. "YES! YES I CAN! I HAVE A UTERUS! I am a hermaphrodite with a penis and a vulva and a vagina and testicles and a uterus and a womb and I want a baby in my womb!' Mari stroked her chin philosophically. "Well, that's all fine and good. But I still don't have a dick." "I noticed..." Dory said, downcast, a bit hurt. "Are you teasing me?" Mari gently rested her head on Dory's shoulder, nuzzling her neck. "You know me better than that." Relaxed, she let her robe drape open again. "To tell you the truth, I'm not totally against having another Drake running around so as long as it's coming out of YOU. So how do you suggest we get it there in the first place?" "I didn't say I had everything figured out, Mari." "Ugh, so what ARE you saying?" "You're staining the sofa." "Wait. What?" Mari had not noticed, but another stream of Dory had trickled down her thigh and puddled on the seat of the sofa. "No! Goddammit, Dory!" "Me?!?" she retorted, honestly shocked. "How is this my fault?" "Yeah, well how do you suppose all this got in me, the fucking stork?" "Professor Drake?" Dory heard as she walked toward her building that morning. She turned to behold a calmer, adjusted Hannah walking up to her. "Have you found Alexi yet?" "Not yet, but I've got the authorities involved" she only slowed her brisk pace. "I should get going, Hannah. First classes start soon." "It's my fault, you know. Not yours." the girl blurted out. Dory reluctantly came to a full stop as she listened further. "I should have taken better care of her, you know? It just got easier and easier to put my head in the sand. I don't even want to go back to our flat. It doesn't even seem like I belong there right now." Dory sighed sympathetically, and walked back toward her student. "Hannah, would you like to come to dinner at my house Friday night?" she asked " Sunday is my sister's last night in town so we're having a party. You can even stay for a while if you'd like ... Just while we figure this out." "I'd love to!" Hannah seemed overjoyed, smiling for the first time in weeks. She had to physically restrain herself from lashing out and hugging her teacher. "Great." Dory settled. "I'll see you for class in a few hours." "Professor Dory Drake for DS Shipley, please..." she told the desk Sergeant. Dory waited in the drab, dimly lit police lobby. Though she worked (both on and off the record) with many of the local officers in the past 4 years, Glenda Shipley was her favorite by far. The two had developed a rapport that was fluent and amiable. "You really go around using that title, Drake?" the dark haired woman about Dory's height yet 10 years older marched down the hall towards her caller. "PROFESSOR Dory Drake? Really?" "It made me sound important." Dory admitted as she greeted her friend will both arms. "Besides, you get a fancy title. So why can't I?" Glenda stepped back and eyed Dory up and down. "They only call me Detective Sergeant to separate me from the criminals. Speaking of which, what have you gotten yourself into?" "It's not me, Glenda. A student of mine is missing ... Her roommate just told me" Dory pulled back from the embrace and folder her arms. "Two weeks, Glenda. "Do you know if anyone filled a missing persons report for an Alexis Sroka?" The detective shook her head as she led Dory to her office. "Come over and let's have a look." Glenda sighed as she plopped herself in the computer chair. Dory strolled behind and sat on top of a desk directly behind the computer. "Yes. Looks like her Aunt issued one a week ago. It appears that this woman is her only living relative." "Who was the investigating officer?" Dory asked as she crossed her legs, intrigued. Glenda paused before she replied with a statement somewhat alien to her. "I don't know." "Why not?" "It's not in the records, though it should be. I'll email Missing Persons real quick and find out what their problem is." Glenda declared, then turning around in her chair to steal a glance at Dory in her tight-fitting pantsuit. "So how have you been, Dory? I feel as if I haven't seen you in ages." Dory's face turned red- she could feel it- as if her head was on fire. She swallowed dryly and fidgeted her dangling feet. "Mari and I reconciled..." she whispered but said it bluntly. Finding the response adequate, Glenda turned to face the computer once again, nodding softly. "That's what I told myself." Dory found the silence in the room unbearable. The lone audio, Glenda's distinct keyboard typing, played like needles on Dory's skin. She clasped her arms defensively and took a deep breath. "And before you say 'I'm sorry'..." Glenda intercepted, "You should know that there's nothing to be sorry about. We are nothing but two American women, a thousand miles from home that enjoy each other's company; Nothing more, nothing less. But tell me..." she continued quickly, opting not to give her friend time to reply. "That hot little wife of yours ... You're fucking her ass now, aren't you?" Dory's eye widened and she hopped off the desk. "Thanks for your help, Glenda. You'll give me a call when you find out something, won't you?" Glenda stood just as quickly to view, much to her delight, a growing bulge in Dory's pants. "You don't have to deny it, honey. You're addicted to it and now so is she!" Dory wanted to be irate with her friend, but she knew Glenda would not take her seriously while she was wearing such a sheepish grin. "I'm not having this conversation right now." She reached the exit before looking back at the detective. "Thanks, Glenda." Smiling, Glenda returned to her seat to complete her inquiry to Missing Persons as she whispered to herself. "Oh, Dory Drake. I think I met you four years too late." At the same time, Dory boarded a bus outside the police station. As the coach took off towards her college, she watched the Police Station become smaller in the rear view. She smirked, realizing she had missed Glenda's incidental crass more than expected. 'If circumstances were different' Dory thought as the building left her sight, 'we could have been London's only married lesbian detective team. Partners twice over. But such is life, Glenda.' Dory breathed as her college came into view. 'And that life is four years too late for us.' "I thought you had forgotten where my office was." said Jessica Kershaw, department chair of communications to her colleague, Dory, as the two sat outside of a nearby pub later that afternoon. "I wish you wouldn't take it so personally, Jess." Dory mumbled as she salted her chips. "I've been busy." "I'm sure you have." The heavyset blonde professor signaled for their server to refill her wine glass. Ignoring the employee otherwise, Jessica talked over the audible pouring. "But I still feel as if this was more of a business meeting than a social call. Care to prove me wrong?" Dory shook her head. "Jess, what do you know about Alexis Sroka?" The waiter had finished topping off the vessel and asked Dory if she wished to partake. She quickly declined. "Nonsense." Jess belted out. "Waiter, please bring my friend a glass. She's just being stubborn." "I'm really fine, thanks." Dory's assertive smile dismissed the server quickly. Her face reverted stoically once the two were alone again. "I thought you said you were done with classes today, Dory. So have a drink. You need to relax; and plus, we haven't had lunch in forever" "I haven't had a drink in almost 5 years and you know it." The irritated woman stated. "Now please. Alexis Sroka?" "Can't blame a girl for trying, Drake. And Sroka ... she's one of your students, isn't she?" "She's actually one of OUR students." Dory said, growing more frustrated. "Communications minor on a Criminal Justice track. She lives with another student, Hannah Miller." "Hannah Miller?!?" It was the first time that Dory felt that she had her attention that hour. Jess went on. "I do know a bit about Hannah Miller." Though disappointed, Dory learned early on in private investigating in-tel, no matter how seemingly useless, could prove vital later. She gritted through her teeth. "Anything you can tell me would help, I'm sure." "Hannah is a third generation Britain. Her family is half English and Hungarian and she's on a partial computer science scholarship. She is a strong 'B' student and has a good choice of landing an internship in parliament next year. And if I may say so myself, the girl is quite the squirter." Dory choked on her chips as if on command. She had to gulp down her water before being able to regain her composure " ... I'm sorry, what?" Now it was Jessica's turn for discomfort. The rotund woman shifted in her seat before explaining. "Do you remember that swinger party I attended last semester?" Dory's stomach churned viscerally at the mere notion. Jessica had invited her and Mari to a certain sex party, but Dory's complete and utter lack of attraction to Jessica made declining on both Drake's behalf a no-brainer. "She was there, Dory. And VERY wild I tell you. I once thought I was a sex addict..." 'You are... ' Dory thought to herself as Jessica's recalled her anecdote. " ... But that Miller girl is something else. Men, women, she loves them all. Kept at least one pole in at least one of her holes the entire night. Took six blokes in all that night, if memory serves me correctly. Yes, that was the gimmick, I remember now. She demanded that either someone was coming in her at all times, or she had to be coming on someone else. That's how I know about the squirting. Squirting for distance, for volume. It was pretty interesting." Dory could only wildly shake her head. "Ms. Kershaw. Are you out of your fucking mind?" Secretly, Dory felt really good about that for once, that question did not have to be directed at her. "Did you sleep with her?" "Ha! Oh no, Dory. She was booted the party before I could even decide that. She broke the rules." "Oh," Dory leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. "SHE broke the rules?" "She was possessive Dory, almost codependent. She demanded that anyone that touched her could only touch her for the rest of the night. For a group looking for 'no strings attached' play, she was a killjoy. But I guess I can't blame her. She was barely drinking age and we were all at least twice her junior." "Ya know Jess, I think this is why we stopped having lunch." "Leave your soapbox at home next to your rosary, Mrs. Drake." Jessica retorted calmly, pulling a credit card from her wallet. "We're not all married to gorgeous rock stars like you are." "Look, I'm sorry Jess. That came out wrong. That information really helped me." Dory tried to apologize. "I'm not a monster, Dory." she continued to defend herself as she stood after signing the check. "I choose to live my life a certain way. You can respect it close-quarter, condemn it from afar, or join in if you think you can get up." "I'm going to have to take a rain check on that." Dory smiled as she put on her jacket. "I have to get home and talk to Mari." "Nothing dire, I hope." "Nothing dire, no. It was nice having lunch again, Jess. I'll see you tomorrow." As she walked away from the pub, Dory's cordial demeanor vanished, and a grave one took it place. "No, nothing dire at all. I just have to tell my wife I invited a sex addict to dinner." "This is hopeless." Anna Drake muttered as she tried to wrench the hairbrush that was firmly lodged in the tangled mass of her niece's hair. She turned to her sister who sat across from the two in the living room of the Drake residence, looking for a lifeline. Her older sister only laughed at her desperation. Contemplating, she ran her hand through her own flat blonde hair, and then attempted to abruptly yank on the handle once again. "Ow! That hurts Aunt Anna!" "Fucking hopeless..." she muttered again. "What did I tell you about your mouth, Anna?" Dory snapped, deciding to be a bystander no longer. Ginger rapping on the front door interrupted a further tongue-lashing. Dory puffed out her chest whilst standing. 'Must be Hannah.' She thought. Indeed, the young girl was standing on the front step, smiling with overnight bag in tow. "Welcome," Dory smiled before eyeing her student's outfit. "It's a little chilly outside for just a black turtleneck, isn't it? Where's your jacket?" Hannah titled her head and smiled. "Thanks for having me, Professor Drake. And it's not so bad really. I enjoy the crisp autumn." "Where's her jacket?!? I didn't know you had a nineteen year old daughter..." Anna muttered under her breath as she continued to toil with Catherine's hair. She threw her back dramatically after once again tangling her niece's hair. "I give up." She addressed Mari, whom this entire time had been sitting nearby trying her best not to burst into laughter. "I guess you won't be having any biracial children anything soon. Is that right, Anna?" Mari joked as she jumped from her chair in the living room to answer the phone that had just started to ring. "That's too bad, Anna." Dory spoke. "I was going to introduce you to Mari's brother. His shoe size is what?... 15?" Anna sat, mouth agape as she digested Dory's dirty hint. She looked down at the coffee skinned child in her lap, who smiled angelically at her in return. 'She looks like I did when I was four' she thought. Butterflies in her stomach, she didn't know if she was more frightened or excited at the prospect."So THAT'S okay to say while Catherine is in the room, 'mommy'?" she decided to change the subject. "Dory, honey. It's Glenda." Mari stuck her head in the room to announce. Dory rose to exchange places with her partner. Taking the telephone with one hand, she used the other to guide the back of Mari's head until their lips met. Her tongue playfully parted Mari's moist lips as they lingered in a deep kiss. They broke it only to exchange a lustful glare before Dory raised the receiver to her ear. "Hey Glenda, what's-" "You fucking bitch..." " ... Glenda?" Dory blinked. "I just finished packing my desk and office. I've been randomly transferred to Sussex in bum fuck Egypt. The least you could have done was tell me Consair was involved." "I don't understand Glenda." Dory stammered, trying to catch up. "What does Consair have to do with you?" "Your student was poking around at a Consair factory outside of London before she disappeared. That's why the missing persons report was incomplete. They've got a grip on local government as well as infrastructure, Dory. I thought you knew that." Dory tried to keep her composure, as to not disturb her family sitting only several feet away. She drifted further into the dining and kitchen area and whispered "Yes, I knew Alexis got a job at Consair. And I know they are in bed with tons of big business, but there's no way I could have known that-" "They've buried scandal after scandal in the corporate world. What ever made you think they couldn't muddle a teenage girl's disappearance and get any law enforcement officer stupid enough to ask about it transferred to career killing motherfucking Sussex!" Dory banged her head against the kitchen wall, defeated. She owed her a debt she couldn't pay. "I'm so sorry, Glenda." "I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, Dory." She felt like a cornered animal, wounded and frightened. The dragon had struck fear into her heart without even knowing it. To her, this was the most vulgar display of power. The destruction of lives was a negligible form of collateral damage for a behemoth the size of Consair, and Dory knew this. She also knew that casualties were beginning to mount. She would need to peruse a different approach. Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 09 ________________________________________ Marcy Walker was in a funk, as she was every Friday morning. As a hiring manager for the biggest factory of the biggest food manufacturer in London, the last day of the week was always the worst. Between last minute meetings, and following up on old requisitions and paperwork, there was barely time to sit down- this was even before her first interview of the day. 'At least I'll get to sit down and collect my thoughts during the-" "Marcy. We need those graveyard shift slots filled this week. Do you understand?" Her boss shouting at her as she briskly walked by his cubical interrupted her thoughts. "Of course, Mr. Grayson" Marcy chimed with positive radiance, as she backtracked to stand at his desk. "I was just running to conduct an interview. She's waiting for me now, sir." The pudgy middle manager looked down his foppish nose at the tall brunette. "'She'? Good. Make sure this one is compatible, Ms. Walker. Or I'll have YOU on the graveyard shift picking up the slack." Marcy's heart leapt with fear. Even the mention made her uncomfortable. "Yes of course, sir. Now I've got to get going." she exited the cubicle area without further queue and resumed her power walk. The immediate treat of demotion had diminished by the time she reached her office. The interviewee was already seated across from Marcy's desk; an average looking woman with mid length brown hair that appeared to be around the same age as her. "Marcy Walker, Consair Foods." she announced, extending her hand. "Sorry to keep waiting Ms.?" "Drake. Dory Drake." "You're American." The surprise in Marcy's voice matched the look on her face. Dory smiled "Yes. I am. That's not a problem is it?" "No, of course not. It's just that we don't get many Americans looking for night jobs with us is all. So what brings you from across the pond?" "Change, I guess." she shrugged. "Change of pace. Change of luck. My ex husband is British. I didn't have enough money to return to the States after he divorced me." "That's terrible." Marcy sighed with empathy. "It's not all bad." Dory defended. "I have full custody of my daughter. And I'm very positive that we can make a decent life for us here." "That's so wonderful to hear Consair is a fantastic company to be a part of. You will find unlimited potential for growth here." Marcy broke from her usual interview rhetoric and smiled. "So what's her name?" "Catherine. She'll be four this year." The mother was bursting at the seams with joy. Her happiness proved to be infectious, and it gave the overworked HR person her first smile of the day. "I love her so much." "Ms. Drake, I don't see a reason to continue this interview any further..." "But, Ms. Walker..." Dory frowned. "You can start on Monday." Relived Dory exhaled audibly. "Thank you so much, Ms. Walker. I won't let you down." As Dory started to walk out of the office, a sickness knotted in the pit of Marcy's stomach. Her conscious was aching- in the most pain it had felt in years. She had hired so many girls. Why was this one different? Her story had been typical enough. Down on her luck, at the end of her rope, this one should be a slam-dunk. The dilemma confused Marcy. Then it hit her. She knew why she didn't want to hire Dory- It was because she liked her. "Wait a minute Ms. Drake..." she called out to Dory, who turned around in the doorway. Marcy's voice was riddled with desperation and terror, as if she held the woman's life and death in her hands. She was going to say they had made a mistake, and that the position had already been filled, and that she wished her and Catherine her best. But then she thought of Mr. Grayson's haunting, threatening words. If it weren't Dory, it would be her. The sickness and the guilt started to fade away. "Never mind. Have a good weekend Dory." Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 10 "Dory, can you forgive me?" Doctor Amber Barrett sat humbly at the foot of Dory's bed and apologized profusely. The tall blonde seemed sorry enough, but the woman was resolved to righting her "wrongs". Dory gazed mournfully onward as Amber approached her, snaking her nude form in between Dory's parted legs. When her warm tongue Dory's moist pink folds, the hermaphrodite yawned her thighs wider. Dory closed her eyes as Amber explored every bump and ridgeline of her feminine sex. Beads of sweat formed on her heaving chest. She could feel her frothy cream begin to drool into her lover's mouth. "Oh God, yes. Eat me, Amber..." she muttered. She could never recall ever saying anything that perverse, but the crass words rolled off her tongue so fluidly it brought her that much closer to climax. And then she woke up. Despite the break from her dream, Dory still found herself on the verge of orgasm. Instead of her ex-girlfriend, it was her wife that vigorously jabbed her face into her crotch. Her loins burned and her legs trembled. She was about to come, but not the way she was accustomed. Instead of the typical jet of semen from her erect and rigid flesh, her overheated pussy just below her cock was dripping with her juices. At first, she went to stroke her shaft to finish. She gently brushed her hand against the quivering shaft, and then pulled away. It was a new set of sensations, as frightening as it was pleasurable. She didn't want to confuse her body—her mind was confused enough. "Fuck! Mari!" Dory screamed as she writhed away from her mystery assailant. She curled into a fetal position as she convulsed, tiny squirts of hot, clear ejaculate forcing its way from her slit. "Not that didn't like that ... because I loved it," she whispered after she gained a bit of composure. "But what was 'that' all about?" "Just doing something I should have been doing a long time ago." She replied. "I'm sorry, Dory. Really sorry." Dory's eyes began to focus on Mari's naked body as she sat up. In addition to a glossy sheen of moisture on her face, courtesy of Dory's liquid love, Dory could also see that Mari's closely shaved crotch glistened with her own excitement. "You're forgiven. But what exactly are you apologizing for?" "I've been thinking about what you said the other day. Maybe I haven't been seeing you as a woman lately." She shrugged when she ran out of things to say. "So I apologize, I guess." Dory almost laughed. "That wasn't a plea for you to go down on me, Mari." "I know." She turned away sheepishly. "It was just a gesture." A look of things remembered crossed her face and she turned back to Dory. "So do you normally fantasize of Amber when you're fucking me?" Dory covered her reddened face, and her breasts slightly jiggled when her palms slapped against her skin loudly. "I actually said that aloud?" she asked through her fingers. "Yeah. You did." Mari tried to keep a straight face, but her scowl quickly buckled into a smile. "I would have assumed Glenda would be your preferred source of wanking material." Although Dory trusted that her partner was joking, she could not help but feel the sickened pain of guilt in her stomach. She suddenly felt more naked. "Mari, you know I'm sorry about that..." "I know, Dory." She insisted as she ran her dark hand across Dory's knee and thigh. "I'm the one that kicked YOU out, remember?" Her ebony fingers played across the pinkness of Dory's swollen labia. The sensations caused Dory to her close eyes and drift in and out of euphoria. "God, I know I was out of my mind after Catherine was born. I don't ever want to be pregnant again." She concluded while shaking her head, trying to repress the memories of her postpartum depression. The statement made Dory frown, as she was more sympathetic to her partner's peril than she was her own pleasure at the moment. "So if we're going to have anymore children," she paused, before sliding two fingers into Dory. The hermaphrodite groaned as Mari felt the inner walls of Dory's pussy. "They're going to come from right here." Dory wiggled awkwardly on Mari's hand, then stopped to catch her breath. Mari could feel that the woman's muscles clamping sporadically on her palm. Streams of viscous fluid flooded the creases of Mari's hands, and Dory moved to brace herself on her partner's shoulders, signaling she was ready to finish the job. Dory forced more of her lover's hand into her body and Mari began to apply gentle pressure until the dick girl leaned all the way forward and whispered in her ear, "harder." Mari stared at her devilishly, eyes wild and dark. Without breaking the gaze, she rammed her appendage into Dory's ever-contracting cunt. Now repeatedly, and every time the aggressor reached deeper, the louder Dory's throaty, primal grunts became. Finally, Mari began tapping at Dory's cervix, the sharp poking causing as much pain as pleasure. "OH MY GOD, MARI!!" Dory buried her face on Mari's shoulder as she came again. This time, a small stream of semen bubbled from her shaft and dribbled down to her scrotum. "Take it easy, Dory. You're going to wake up Catherine." Mari warned, happy and annoyed at the same time. She eyed the tiny river of baby batter that was dripping from Dory and smiled. "Oh, my. I love your pussy, honey, but I'm glad to see 'that' still works." She lowered her face and lapped at the warm, salty liquid. *** "So, how do you want to do this?" Mari asked her while the couple were rinsing in the shower a few minutes later. "Do what?" Dory responded, dumbly. In her mind, she was still replaying the morning's sex. She stood directly underneath the showerhead, letting the warm water cascade down her chest. From behind, Mari gently wrapped her arms around Dory, their hands finger locked and resting on the front woman's stomach. She forced her mind to focus. "You mean how I want to get pregnant?" She shook her head, whipping her hair left and right. "We don't have many options outside of artificial insemination." She paused, leaning her head backward to nuzzle against Mari's. "But I want the baby to be a part of you, too." That made Mari smile. She gripped her lover tightly and kissed her back. "We could put my egg in you." Dory sighed. "That sounds expensive. Can we really afford that?" "Probably not, but I can see if mum knows someone that can help." Dory frowned and was thankful Mari couldn't see the grimace from where she was standing. "Good ... thanks." She said in response. Mari slid her hands down to Dory's hips, and spun her around so that the two were facing each other. "Are you going to pretend like that didn't just happen?" she interrogated. Dory blinked. "What are talking about?" Mari shook her head. "The way your body just clenched up when I mentioned my mother ... I don't understand ... I thought the two of you got on fine." Dory wrestled free from Mari's grip and turned off the shower. "Your mother hates us." She reached out of the shower door and pulled a towel from the nearby rack and stepped out of the shower on the soft terrycloth bathmat. "Stop it." Mari instantly followed. "She likes you and she adores Catherine." "She might love you, and love Catherine..." Dory admitted, voice trembling with stress. "She might even tolerate me. But she HATES—US." She turned to gesture, pointing at first to Mari and then to herself. Her tirade continued as she used the flesh colored towel to pat her moist body dry. "I had to look at that woman everyday for a year when I worked in her damn office. She was so embarrassed having to introduce me to people." "That's not true, Dory." Mari defended as she started to brush through her hair as she watched Dory rummage through their vanity mirror for a hair dryer. "This is Mari's 'friend' Dory..." the continued, mocking the light English accent of mother. With a forceful thrust, she plugged the appliance into a socket near the mirror. "That was the nicest way she could find to say 'this is the white American dyke that knocked up my daughter!" She sighed forcefully, and then pouted mournfully. "I'm her daughter too..." "So what do you want me to do?" Mari asked in a frustrated tone. "Do whatever you want." Dory replied sharply and powered on the hairdryer to its loudest setting. Mari stood in front of her, fists in balls and enraged. "ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT ALREADY FUCKING PREGNANT WITH YOUR FUCKING MOODSWINGS YOU FUCKING BITCH?" she tried to scream over the noise. ________________________________________ Within the hour, the three women of the Drake household were eating breakfast in complete silence—a feat considering one of them was under the age of 5. It wasn't until 20 minutes into the meal of sausage and eggs that Dory decided to speak. "I'm sorry." She murmured under her breath. Mari looked up from her plate at her wife and smiled. "I know." She replied faintly. "I'm sorry too, mum." Catherine whispered to Mari over her miniature plate of food, straight faced and serious. Mari couldn't help but snicker at her daughter. "Well, I can't argue that it wasn't at least partially your fault, love. You're forgiven, too." She locked eyes with Dory, the first time since their fight and the two shared a quick smile. "Honey, you're starting your undercover job tonight, right?" Her partner nodded to confirm. Mari smiled in reply, adding, "Make sure you come home to us promptly and safely. Dory held lecture later as she did any given day. She tried her best to disassociate her role as professor by day and "spy" by night. Still, the anticipation of an undercover operation began to make her stomach quiver. *** Mari sat legs crossed, her short red pencil dress revealed her bare, muscular legs as she sat at a window table of a posh café in downtown London later that evening. She was sitting opposite of her brother and the two were sharing a rare meal together. She took a minute to marvel over the weight she had recently lost, and was almost reduced to a mere 55 kilograms again, her pre-Catherine weight. Eyeing down her shapely hips and delicate feet, perfectly pedicure'd in open-toed heels. 'I'm bloody gorgeous' she thought to herself. 'No more baby fat for this mum..." Her inner monologue reminded her of the reason for the rather uncommon sibling meeting and lunch as Eric Williams spent most of the year playing soccer in Italy. "Eric, I need a favor of you." She finally blurted out, shades of anticipatory dread weighing on her. Eric, a burly footballer, whose skin was several shades darker than her sister's, winced with his muscular shoulders. Usually, his baby sister didn't ask for things, but rather demanded them. 'This shit... ' he pondered 'must be serious'. "Sure sis. What's up?" "I need you to knock Dory up." She said plainly. "She wants- WE want another baby, and—" "—No fucking way, Mari." He cut her off, and bit into his sandwich, clearly flustered. "There's no way I'm doing that." Mari frowned and stared sharply at her brother. In a mocking tone, she questioned him. "It's because she has a cock then, isn't it?" He dropped his food; clearly uncomfortable with the path this meal was leading him down. "Yes." He admitted. "As a matter of fact that's the exact reason..." Mari rolled her eyes in disgust. She yelled "I'm not asking you to suck her cock or let her fuck you in the ass, y'know. You're such a childish homophobe!" Eric rubbed his fingers up and down his brow, and across his shorthaired scalp, occasionally looking around to confirm that nobody had heard his sister's indiscretion. "You know, Mari." He whispered. "Just because I don't want to shag my hermaphroditic sister doesn't make me a bloody homophobe. Who's being childish now?" "I'm not being childish..." she protested, childishly... "I'm not asking you to like it. I just need you to come in her a couple of times ... and she can hide her cock from your view if it's really such a deal-breaker for you." "See ya later, Mar." The flustered man said with a dismissive tone as he stood up. "No, Eric. Wait. I'm sorry." Mari jumped from her chair, ready to give chase if she needed to. "Just sit down, okay? I haven't seen you in so long and it's really not fair for me to put my problems on you." She sighed, attempting a sound as if she were in a more jovial mood. "I've barely asked about your own life. When is your next football match?" He looked at her strangely. "Sis, the season's over." "Oh..." Mari felt like an even worse sister, if that were possible. Prioritized, Mari was a musician almost before she was a mother. Her focus did sometimes cause her to be lost in her own world, barely keeping up with current events, global or local. She twirled a loc of her curly black hair out of nervousness. When that didn't work, she peered out the nearby window at the bustling London Street, and caught a tiny glimpse of a familiar blonde hairstyle in the sea of passing heads. "Hold on, Eric. I think that's my sister." She left the table without waiting for her brother's response. 'Even if it isn't Anna, ' she thought 'At least this breaks the ice a bit.' Mari spilled onto the busy street, dodging and ducking and comers and goers, skillfully in her heels. She ran up the street in the mysterious women's direction until she found Anna at a street vendor almost a block away, paying for a small cup of coffee. She came within earshot and shouted at her. The blonde turned quickly, as if she had been waiting for someone to call her name. The girl sounded cheerful. "Oh, hey Mari. What's up?" "Umm ... not much." She said cautiously. "What are you doing here?" "Oh, not much." Anna mewed nonchalantly. "Just coffee, I guess." She gave Mari a half-hearted smiled and sipped her steaming drink. Mari nodded slowly. "But I dropped you off at the airport this morning. You had a flight back to Seattle." Anna frowned. "I know." Mari continued, as she was not getting the answers she desired. "And you're here right now. So..." she trailed her sentence off slowly, hoping Anna would help her get to the bottom of this 'mystery' without being heavy-handed. She wasn't doing too well with the direct approach that day. "I ... I lied." Anna confessed after another awkward silence. "I didn't kick Martin out of our apartment. He cheated on me, and then he dumped me. He stayed in the apartment, I didn't." Unbeknownst to her, the conversation had caused Anna's eyes to redden. When she finally realized how upset she was, she wiped the newly formed tears from her face with her free hand. Her voice trembled in humiliation "Dory warned me the day I met him I was giving him too much power over me. She is going to laugh in my fucking face about this." "I doubt that very much, I do." Mari assured with a sigh. "She's got a lot more humility than that. Because really, when was the last time Dory Drake was actually right about anything?" Anna forced her frown into a smirk for the sake of slighting her sister. She shrugged. "What am I going to do, Mari? I'm feeling particularly worthless today." Mari cocked her head to the side and studied Anna's body. "Do you remember the night we kissed at that shoddy club back in Seattle?" When Anna begrudgingly nodded, obviously uncomfortable being reminded oh her one and only flirtation with lesbianism, Mari continued. "That wasn't because I was drunk, you know that right? It was crush at first sight you and me!" Anna recoiled and stared at her own feet. "I'm sorry." "Oh shut up, Anna." Mari snapped. "I clearly turned out fine. But I think we're a bit more similar than you give us credit for." She gestured at Anna to follow her, and the two walked together the opposite way back to the café. "I've come to realize that women give men an unnecessary amount of power over themselves without even knowing it. Your sister, for example, was so bad to me and bad for me when I met her. But I still had her baby, moved in with her, and even married her and took her fucking last name as if she were a man. And it's all because of her fucking dick. The world is fucked up, Anna. It fucks 'us' up." "I'm beginning to see that." Anna sniffled, still in tow by a couple of steps. "So what do we do?" "Fight." Mari insisted, her walk coming to a stop outside of the restaurant where she had left Eric. "Fight until you have dominion over yourself. It is a hassle, but it's a hell of a lot better than waking up one day and finding yourself a prisoner in your own home." Anna smiled at the woman. "I don't know if Dory deserves a woman like you." "Yes. Yes she does, Anna. And I'll tell you why later. In the meantime, there's a very handsome, very fit lad at a table sitting alone in this romantic café. He is also dying to buy us dinner. So let's go in here and not take 'no' for an answer." *** Dory's new 'job' depressed her greatly—so much that she forgot that it wasn't her actual job. Within an hour of orientation, she had become an expert at the rote practice of aligning empty aluminum cans on the conveyor belt so they could be filled with creamed corn and other foodstuff variants. The large coveralls and goggles she wore made her feel like a HAZMAT worker. "I hate this so much..." she muttered under her breath, not that anyone could have heard her over the cacophony of the surrounding machinery. "Alexi better be here." But the girl wasn't there, and Dory found the Consair plant to be relatively spotless. She had expected to witness ghastly safely horrors and rampant health hazards in a place of such notoriety. She had to admit a shred of disappointment at the lack of muckraking in an Upton Sinclair inspired nightmare like she anticipated. A skeleton crew of no more than a dozen people manned the area where she worked. As they walked from station to station, none of the sad figures donned in the same white coveralls spoke to her, so Dory's inner monologue peacefully planned her next move to find her missing student, as staking out this factory seemed to be a complete bust. She was in a midst of a short break, when a woman gratefully derailed her train of monotonous thought around her own age walked into the otherwise dimly lit empty lounge. "New girl?" the dark haired woman stated, more like a declaration than a question. Dory nodded, "That obvious?" She smirked as she removed her coveralls to hang on a coat rack as she fiddled with the coffee maker. "The way you're not showing any ass... most definitely." It wasn't until that comment that Dory realized the woman was wearing tight light colored mini-skirt and low-buttoned blouse. In fact, Dory could see the tips of her nipples from her seat across the room. She wasn't even wearing a bra. Dory's chest burned and tingled with anticipated lust. "I thought I needed special clearance to do that." Dory tried to calm the fire smoldering in her loins, casually trying her best to play along without showing her nervousness or ignorance. Perhaps everything was not as it seemed after all. "You got a pussy, don't you?" the woman countered with crass. "That's clearance enough." The conversation was interrupted with a tall gentleman stormed into the room. He was older than the women by about a decade, with slightly graying hair and tan complexion. With a sense of urgency, he ignored Dory and fixed his eyes on the other woman's curvy form. "Amelia," he greeted sternly, smiling as he walked over to her. Without further speech, he unzipped his brown slacks abruptly and pulled his semi-flaccid penis through the opening. Amelia kneeled from her position quickly and began to tongue the cap of his quickly hardening dick. With long, deliberate licks, she covered his tip with her warm saliva. When the moisture finally reached the middle of the shaft, she took his now fully rigid member in her mouth. Now sitting on the floor, the mysterious woman flipped her skit up to reveal had not been wearing underwear either. She used her free hand to finger fuck her hairy wetness. Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 10 Dory was in a state of shock at the abrupt turn of events. Too stunned to move, she watched on as he sank deeper down her throat. As perverse and inappropriate she knew the act to be, Dory still felt the familiar tingle and twitch of her own cock. The sex scene playing out before her aroused the accidental voyeur. As her own carnal desires increased, so did the urge to stroke her own member that was rapidly coming to life. As she watched the nameless man gently fuck Amelia's mouth, she imagined herself doing to same deed to Mari, as it had been a few days since she had released any seed from her shaft. Without drawing attention to herself, Dory slid her hand down between her legs and quietly massaged her erection through her pants. It would have to do for now. Then the man's legs tensed and he grunted loudly. Dory's hand snapped back from her crotch as she saw the movements in Amelia's throat change. Judging from the loud gurgling noise she was making, Dory knew the woman was working the hot load down her throat. She savored each drop of the hotness with full, sensual gulps. Dory was finally able to sever her trance from the graphic scene. She stood and turned quietly, not only to get away from the awkwardness, but also to hopefully jack off in peace. "Where do you think YOU'RE going?" the man snapped at Dory. She looked back quickly at the man just as he was pulling his deflating cock from Amelia's mouth, a think string to semen still connected his tool to the woman's lips. She smiled and pretended she wasn't terrified. "Just giving you guys some privacy." She laughed as she excused herself, and stepped backwards as she continued justifying her escape. "Besides, my break is almost over, so..." "SO..." he raised his voice as he over spoke her. He straightened his pants and pulled his zipper up. "Come over here and lick this whore's pussy." Dory laughed again, louder, as if she knew someone was attempting to prank her. She didn't think it was very funny, but the absurdity of her situation elicited the reaction. "I'm sorry, whoever you are, I have a job to do right now." She was really looking forward to funneling creamed corn into cans for some reason. "This IS your job, bitch." With a few large steps, the man cut off Dory's retreat, slamming his fist against the break room door. "Machine operator, Dory Drake." The man recited with a casual callousness as if he were reading her employee file. He continued his display of person knowledge in short bullet points. "Single mother of one. American expatriate. And also incidentally, homeless within two or three paychecks of losing this job if she doesn't do what I tell her." Dory's initial and worst suspicions were confirmed. As the hulking beast loomed over her, she knew that her student run afoul of someone in this place. She was sure of it now. Her choices were limited. Either she could storm out with the information she had, trusting the authorities to the task, or she could obey her new master, and service the woman she had just met—consequently cheating on her wife, in an effort to solve the mystery behind Alexi's disappearance herself. Dory decided on the latter, and doing so was to the portent that would cause her a great deal of misery in the months to come. Dory Drake: Dickgirl Detective Ch. 11 Before Dory had another conscious thought, she found herself between Amelia's sweaty thighs, lapping at the stream of cum the woman's excited cunt produced. The hermaphrodite's tongue slithered in and out the tight pink cavern, and she greedily swallowed every drop of the stranger's fluid when she wasn't nibbling on her engorged clit. "You fucking slut you've done this before, haven't you?" Amelia groaned in a husky voice as she grabbed a handful of Dory's hair. "You fucking nasty dyke..." she felt Dory's powerful muscle creep further up her hot snatch. "YES! YES!" Amelia's pussy twitched when she came, a syrupy gush of fluid jettisoned all over the face of the woman between her legs. Dory raised her head and wiped her mouth. She surveyed her handiwork, the panting woman that was coming down from a climax. "Hi. Amelia, right? I'm Dory." She huffed an introduction as she unbuckled her pants. "This is going to sound weird, so I'll be as direct as possible. I'm a woman, but I also have a dick—and I need my dick needs to be inside of you right now, if that's not too much trouble. Any entrance will do." Amelia's mind still raced, and did not give random unprotected sex with a stranger the consideration she probably normally would. Instead, she nodded. "M'kay. You want my pussy?" Amelia spread her thick thighs for Dory's viewing pleasure, her own come was still oozing down her crack and onto the floor. Dory flipped her rigidness from her panties and stroked the flesh. She shook her head initially, as if she didn't really want her new friend's sex. Yet she pulled off her pants and positioned her cock close to Amelia's damp mound. Dory closed her eyes and slowly sank her sausage into the stranger; the woman's thick, coarse public hair tickled the dickgirl's swollen head as it pushed through into Amelia's quivering pink folds. "You feel wonderful, Amelia." She complimented with euphoria. Dory leaned her weight on Amelia's busty chest to slide more of her "manhood" inside the tightness that gripped her like a vise. 'Oh my... ' Dory thought. 'This isn't going to be long at all.' She grabbed Amelia's shoulders and launched her hips, burying herself completely in her lover. She repeated the stroke, smelling the mixture of cheap perfume and semen in the nape of the woman's neck. It was a musty, pungent musk that sat heavily in her lungs. It would have normally turned her off, but the thrill of the random encounter superceded everything. She had forgotten how exciting a new pussy was. Her cock rubbed against every sweet inner ridge of the uncharted woman, each thrust brought her nearer to climax. Then Dory felt large, rough hands on her bare hips. In her lust, she had forgotten about the man that had forced the sex in the first place. He lifted Dory's ass slightly, and before the hermaphrodite could verbally object, forcefully buried himself inside Dory's slick slit. She moaned into Amelia's shoulder as her pussy was filled with a real cock for the first time in her life. The pressure from his dick forced more blood flow to her own cock, as if her member could even get harder than it was currently. The unknown spear of masculinity fucked her hard with deep, almost violent strokes. She tired to match his tempo into Amelia, who was on the verge of her second orgasm. The woman flexed her hips upwards to grind her trembling pussy in Dory's penis as she came once again. After hearing a heavy grunt behind her, Dory felt a warm surge spill into her insides. She quickly realized she was receiving her first ever load of come, and mere thought made her heart race and her mind dizzy. She buried her lips on Amelia's and the two shared a wet, sloppy French kiss as Dory began a surge of her own, flooding thick ropes of batter into her lover. The cock in her own pussy had just stopped twitching and the man pulled his deflated dick from its hiding place. Dory squeezed her head tightly. The room was spinning and she fought against the natural reaction to faint. Amelia pulled herself from under the disheveled woman, but couldn't readily make it to her feet before stumbling. "Get dressed, Ms. Drake." She heard the man say. "And come with me." She straightened herself as he commandeered, then staggered to an upright position. He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door. "What about Amelia?" she asked in a panic as she was rushed out of the room. "She isn't your concern anymore..." he replied with stoic frost. Dory was able to steal a final backwards glance at the half naked woman, still gasping for air, lying in a puddle of the trio's commingled juices. *** Mari fumbled her pencil gingerly, occasionally running her nimble fingers up and down the length of the wood. The songwriter—whom had not written anything in two days, glared at the blank sheet lying before as she slumped over her desk. She had been properly frustrated by the day's events, and needed to put pencil-to-paper in order to blow off steam. To the hard, flat surface, she slowly mashed the tip of her tool. Nothing. She looked over her shoulder at the neatly made bed. She frowned. She missed Dory terribly already. "And it's only day ONE of this night job bullshit?" she pouted. "She's not leaving me with another kid while she's off playing detective." Mari leapt from the chair with paper in hand. "I'm not going to think about you for the rest of the night, Dory. You're crazy." Mari had been up to this point happy to humor her wife, but what if Dory couldn't carry a baby after all? She'd feel obligated to have it herself. Fear and aversion to pregnancy finally overtook her late that night. Mari glided down the stairs and into the quiet living room, taking a seat on the sofa cross-legged. 'Finally,' she thought. I can concentrate. "Fucking Dory Drake and her fucking baby fever." She muttered, eventually tossing the pencil across the room after a few more minutes of assumed writer's block. Mari kicked off her slippers and stretched the sofa's length, still not able to shake the fear of pregnancy. Despite everything, her mound glistened with her insatiable sexual appetite. "You'd think it would make me less horny," she sighed loudly and buried her face in a pillow. "Fuck it." She growled through her teeth and slipped her hand into her gown. She alternated grabbing each of her dark nipples until they stiffened. Her shoulders relaxed suddenly, as if on queue. Her roving hands descended to meet her glistening crotch. She crossed her legs and applied more pressure to the engorged clit she now massaged. This is how Mari laid, slowly fucking herself for what seemed like an hour. With eyes closed fast, she shut her mind off—only she and her pleasure existed. Deferred was all responsibility and spousal pressure—this was for HER only. Her hand snaked deeper into the tight crevice, until her fingertips parted her slick labia. Mari suddenly yawned her leg over the back of the sofa, exposing her nudity and wetness. She stuffed as much of her hand as she could inside, all the while stifling her cries of joy in the cushion. With an audible 'squish' she found her 'spot', and now piston'd her first two fingers in her wetness whilst her thumb mashed against her throbbing clit—the come gysered and trickled down her leg. When her climax hit her, Mari curled her toes sharply and bit into her pillow. The orgasm forced her abs hard as she convulsed. "Oh my," she gasped for air after closing her legs. "This is SO not writing a song." She was about to lick her fingers clean and retrieve her pencil, until she noticed Hannah standing at the foot of the stairs, staring intently. "Oh God—I'm sorry." She snapped upright and cloaked herself as best she could. "No," Hannah quickly countered. "No, it's quite alright, really." She stepping into the living room and maintained her glassy-eyed leer. "That looked like fun. Do you need any help cleaning that up?" she tilted her head and deliberately licked her lips. The message was conveyed perfectly. Mari relaxed again, lying back down, still covered. "Tempting. I'm actually flattered. But I don't ever play without Dory—and she's your teacher so..." "Semester is almost over..." the girl grinned devilishly. She ran her eyes up and down Mari's frame in an aggressive eye-fuck. "But it's not." Mari stood and tied her robe. She attempted to keep a classy composure, in spite of the fact she had just been caught jerking off. "If you'll excuse me, Hannah. I should be getting on now." "Yes," Hannah conceded quietly. "Of course. Good night, Mrs. Drake." Her eyes left Mari, trailing off, as did her voice. She smelt the air as she passed her on the stairs. Mari carried the faint scent of sweat and sex on her. The pungent smell of female jism always did something to Hannah. "Thanks for the show." She whispered as she caught a final glimpse of Mari's dusky, bare ass and she disappeared up the stairs. Riled up, Hannah returned to her room. It was about time she put on a show herself. *** Dory was manhandled across the factory, past her workstation and balance of other machinery, into the well lit, nicely carpeted office area. Landscape portraits of normality hung upon the eggshell walls leading their destination. The man instructed her to enter one of the doors and sit on a plush covered couch on the entrance's adjoining wall. "You must be exhausted after that performance." He started. "Can I get you some water?" His voice was softer, more cordial than before in the tense, break room scene. Dory obliged his offer, and he handed her a Dixie cup of cold water, freshly drawn from his personal cooler. "That really was magnificent, but the way. It's difficult to fathom the kind of man that would leave such a miracle of nature as yourself." Dory blushed. If she hadn't been so recently violated, she might have swooned at such a compliment. "You sure know how to make a girl feel- what's the word?" "Special." He finished. "I was going to say 'confused'." She corrected and took a sip of cool drink. The man smiled. "I'm George Tiller, Dory. I'm a bit of a talent recruiter for Human Resources. And you, my dear, could not have come to me at better time." Dory studied the man's face as he introduced himself. He was certainly attractive, with a square jaw, dark hair with skin to match and on the younger side of forty. In another life, Dory might have forced herself on HIM. "We would like to offer you a promotion, Ms. Drake. But you need to be vetted by the Director before we can make it official." "Promotion?" the tired woman mocked enthusiasm over the potential to make more money. "What would I be doing?" George grinned devilishly. "I'm afraid I can't say. Again, you need to be vetted." "Okay..." Dory obliged using mock impatience. "When can I be vetted?" "I'll set you up a meeting with the Director let's say, 2 weeks from tomorrow. If the vetting is successful, you'll report to this office on the next night you are able to work." 'ABLE?!?' Dory thought to herself with curiosity, but the woman just nodded. She was free to go, and she wanted to do nothing more than sleep. "Dory, one more thing..." George shouted from across the room. "It is part of the vetting process to keep your activities here a secret. I trust you'll have no problem with that. I also request that you no longer work in the factory, but in this office as my own personal assistant. Is all of that clear, Ms. Drake?" "Of course it is, Mr. Tiller." She said, heading out door. "See you tomorrow." *** Dory quietly crept in her dark house around 3am that night, careful to avoid the steps and spots in the floor she knew would creak. She peaked into Catherine's room, and smiled upon seeing her child safe and sound. The next stop was her bedroom. Mari was sleeping, as usual, on her side of the bed. The fatigued woman heaved a sigh of relief as she removed her shirt and bra. But when she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down slightly, she was startled to find a puddle of come in the crotch of her panties. Remnants of George's seed had leaked from its nesting place inside of her. "You're safe!" Mari's groggy exclamation made Dory jump. She peered at the standing woman with squinted eyes. "Please come to bed, love. I've missed you." Dory trembled with an amalgam of fear and guilt. "I ... I need to take a shower." After Mari excused her drifted back to sleep, Dory hastened herself to their bathroom. She started the shower and removed the rest of her clothes. Naked and alone, she took the stained panties in the stall with her and rinsed the contents from the fabric. Dropping the article to the shower floor with an audible PLOP, she took her index and middle fingers and inserted them in her freshly used cunt. She retrieved a sizable string of George's conquest, a dollop that covered several sections of her hand. Dory's stomach tingled as she studied her white-coated fingers. Her heart beat loudly as she suddenly closed her eyes and raised her fingers to her lips. A few slow licks cleaned them thoroughly, her cock instantly hardened as she swallowed the liquid evidence of her infidelity. As the shower's warm steam engulfed her body, sinful pleasure fluttered between her legs. She grabbed and jerked her dick violently, using her other hand to sift in her privates for more seed to ingest. She stuck her ass out, imagining she was being fucked from behind again. Once she was certain there was no more semen to retrieve, she flung her head back and covered the cap of her twitching cock with her newly free hand. A myriad of fantasies flashed in her mind as she furiously masturbated. Genders were inclusive. If the object of the oversexed woman's thoughts was male, she played out of dream of them inside coming inside of her. She imagined herself getting fucked by Mari's brother, the Dean of her College, and even a few students. Each suitor lined up and deposited another blob of cream in her ever-thirsty cunt. Of course, it was Dory that was doing the depositing in her female fantasies. She wanted to leave another load in Amelia, and even Glenda. And when she finally found Alexi, Dory decided the two would celebrate by Dory dropping load after load in the young girl until her belly swelled with her child. 'After all, ' she thought. 'Alexi, you're the same age Mari was when I knocked her up. Oh, God, Alexi ... you'd look so hot carrying my baby. I bet you would stay so skinny except for your baby bump. Are you ready for a part of me, Alexi—here it comes, honey!' The sound of the falling water drowned out the whimpers of her climax. Her cream squirted a great amount, and quickly filled the cupped hand in front of her dick. Dory wasted no time in drinking all of her emissions, only needing a few gulps to satisfy her gluttonous lust. "Oh ... Oh God..." she whispered, leaning on the shower wall, out of breath. "God help me, I've missed this so much." She played back every torrid scene from the night. Her perverted voyeurism. Ravaging Amelia's pussy; first with her mouth, and then with her cock. Letting George fuck her and then consuming his deposit in the shower while her beautiful wife lie sleeping in the next room. As much as her actions disgusted her, she knew she'd have to go delve in her perversions deeper. "I don't know if I can stop myself." She thought to herself as she turned off the water. She thought again, and the growing lust inside of her corrected her last thought. "But, I don't know if I WANT to stop myself." Dory was looking forward to her vetting.