DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 4: The Simon Case

Chapter 4: The Simon Case

Luckily for her, Richard accepted when Cynthia asked him to work a moment at the club before having to take some serious time off from it, foreseeing that she’ll be pretty busy with the new case. Since she was already receiving a hefty amount of money for working at the club which was between a thousand and two-thousand credits during any regular night, and even more during a busy night. Living in the city of Ecstasy was outrageously and harshly expensive so Cynthia wasn’t getting rich with this gig. She was rather barely making ends meet unfortunately or fortunately depending on which way someone would look at it. So, when it came to getting on the same of the feet regarding how much Richard would pay Cynthia for this important investigative case, the owner of the club offered her something she couldn’t refuse…

“Here’s what I propose… If you take on this case, as you have already accepted it anyway, and that you successfully manage to find my younger cousin, I’ll offer you the chief director role in charge of the girls,” he revealed to her. Cynthia’s eyes widened as she first heard that. She was seated in a luxurious leather chair in Richard’s office when they specifically discussed the details of their deal. Cynthia wasn’t expecting an offer like this. Richard was standing behind his desk. His employee was looking up at him.

“Was that position already taken?” She asked after hearing of this shocking news.

“Yes. As a matter of fact. But I’d like to bring new blood into the direction of our club. A new generation to teach others. To teach the rookies,” he clarified.

“But Ophelia has been doing this forever, ever since Joss founded his establishment,” she argued.

“Despite being the same location, you know it just as much as me or anyone, it is no longer the same place. No longer the same strip-club. Things changed. Different times…”

Silence.

“You’re slowly phasing out the employees and even the pillars of this club? Right?” She understood it all.

“It’s…” Richard paused and looked down at the surface of his desk, then closed his eyes, totally avoiding looking at her, “... It’s a way to say it…” He reluctantly admitted to her.

“I don’t know how I feel about this… Ophelia, the director, our director has been there ever since I started working here. It might have been Joss’s business for a long time, but everything except for Joss was and continues to be great people. Without Ophelia, I wouldn’t be the dancer I am today…”

“Do you want the job or not?”

“Um… I don’t want to take her job...”

“You would make a ton more money that way. The strip-dancer director always takes a cut of everyone’s commissions. You would make four times the money at least.”

“Money isn’t everything!” She lashed out at him, yelling to his face.

“Are you sure?”

“Wait… It is everything…” She calmed down and realized what kind of money there was at stake here. With that position in the club, she would no longer have to rely on taking odd jobs or things like that. She had respect for Ophelia, but, of course, would be more than delighted to have her position. It was food for thought.

“I knew you would come around,” Richard finally smiled and laughed since the beginning of their meeting in his office. The tension was being pulled away. It was getting better. And Richard knew his offers and plans were finally getting somewhere.

“I have a question…”

“What is it, my dear?”

“You are obviously seriously thinking about phasing out staff members. Mainly the ones that worked under Joss’s regime. But knowing you, I’m pretty sure you have a complicated plan. You wouldn’t be firing people for no good reason or simply firing people at random. And despite you not being of Joss or wanting to be connected to him, I know for a fact that you wouldn’t be getting rid of Joss’s ex-employees just before they worked for him at some point because that means there would come a time to fire me as well. And I don’t think this is in your cards. My question is: Since the club is doing decent numbers, why even thinking about making such drastic changes?” She asked him. He nodded. He slowly walked around the room after pouring himself an alcoholized drink. Occasionally sipping on it, enjoying it.

“You’re smart. That’s why I like you…” He said with a huge smile on his face.

“I’ve heard it was for slightly different reasons,” she pointed out as she crossed her legs together, very sensually.

“The truth is that… Now that The Count has been brought to justice, thanks to your great help, by the way, and that things finally calmed down in our city, more and more talented young ladies have recently been moving to Ecstasy. New clubs are getting opened at a rapid pace. Competition is on the rise while we used to have one of the best places around for interactive strip-dancing. Many of my most promising dancers are flocking at me, threatening to sign contacts with other clubs if I didn’t raise their salary. Something I simply and honestly cannot do right now…” To her, it felt like he was telling the truth. Times were somewhat getting harder for competition. And it was partially her fault. Without The Count running the city like a tyrant, the future of Ecstasy was brighter than ever. Which was good in or itself. But a bright future also meant much more business rosing from the ground and menacing Richard’s club with tough competition.

“I see…” She didn’t really know what to say.

“I’m being very transparent with you, Cyn. Something I honestly don’t do often or ever with other people.”

“Am I supposed to be let to believe that you directly confide yourself to me now and that you are not hiding anything...?”

“Up to you know to find out… Or not… I have nothing to hide to you.”

“I hope so…” Cynthia concluded before getting up and getting ready to leave the luxurious office.

“Where are you heading at?” She looked and pointed at the clock hanged to one of the walls in the room. It encouraged Richard to look at the clock as well.

“It’s getting kind of late for me…” The clock showed that it was now ten PM.

“Oh! I see… Wishing you a good night of work then…” Richard waved his hand at her.

“Thank you. I should be on my way to start your cousin’s case this weekend. In the meantime, I’ll finish my week of work here while getting ready to gather info about what happened to Simon.”

“I expect no less than that of you,” Richard told her, but she was already out of the room, most likely also out of ear sight. The mob-boss nodded as he wondered if he had made the right choice in selecting Cynthia for this task. Doubting her for a moment.

While nearly all of the other workers that night were on the floor, swinging their butts around, the blue-haired woman had the vanity changing room of the club for all alone. She sat down in an old victorian era-looking stool and proceeded to change. She tossed her fedora hat away, throwing it on a desk in front of her. Then, she started removing her long trench coat before…

“... Mind if I help you with this piece?” Surprised and quite jumpy, she turned around really fast while remaining seated and she discovered Quentin, her old-time Ceratops Saurius buddy that she hadn’t seen in a very long while.

“Quentin?”

“The one and only.”

“What are you doing here?” His back was leaning against the closed door of the changing room. She quickly stood up and ran up to him, excited to see this guy.

“If I was lying, I would say that I simply came here to see you… Work… But this is not the truth…” He smiled as Cynthia jumped into his arms. They hugged like a couple.

“What is the truth then? Don’t force me to organize an investigation to find out!” She said with a sun of tongue-in-cheek expression in her voice. She was totally teasing him.

“Tonight is my first shift!” He revealed.

She paused. Looked at him.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Nope! I applied. Waited a few days, Richard called me, and here I am!”

“A bouncer again! I’m so happy for you! You’ve worked for that fuck-face of Joss for so long. Glad to see that you’ve obtained a much better boss now.”

“So, I heard.”

“I’m just a little surprised that he did accept you here following what I found out today…” She grabbed her chin with a few fingers as she began to think.

“How come? What do you mean?”

“Oh! Nothing negative regarding you, but I was told earlier that…” But just before Cynthia could explain to him that Richard exposed her to his plan to filter out the ‘old’ staff of Joss’s club in his establishment, someone suddenly opened the door behind Quentin… It was Ophelia. The current director of strip-dancers of the club. The one that had been the big star and director of Joss’s place for years and years.

Ophelia was a lovely-looking older Saurius woman. Her species, the Ceratosaurus. A theropod carnivorous. Ophelia’s skin was of volcanic red and beach sand colours. The upper part of her body being volcanic red and the lower part of it, beach sand. She also had dark gray patches there and there a little over her body. Her eyes were of a peal colour and she had long extremely curly volcanic red coloured hair that became beach said in the extremities of it, much like the skin of her body. Right above her nose, she had a huge beach sand coloured horn, making her look drastically unique compared to other strip-dancer normally seen. A detail that probably greatly contributed to her popularity over the years. Ophelia was fifty-five years old, but looked pretty young for her age. She had that ‘cool with the kids MILF’ look to her. She had a thick, but quite a slender body, especially considering her ZZZ cup breast size. Useless to say, much larger than Cynthia. She was wearing a two-pieces white bikini and a pair of gold high-heeled shoes.

“It’s your turn, honey. Ger ready,” Ophelia said with the nicest voice in the world, talking to Cynthia. She was a kind lady with no malice to her. Which made the detective feel even worse about the potential idea of stealing her job. Seeing her again at first took Quentin aback. He had almost forgotten how beautiful she was.

“Thanks. I’ll be ready in a second,” she said as she removed and tossed her trench coat aside.

“Nice to see you again, Ma’am,” Quentin paid his respects to her.

“Glad you’re back with us,” Ophelia sensually murmured before closing the door and leaving the two alone.

“Poor, poor, poor Quentin…” Cynthia said while undressing.

“What?”

“You never could take your eyes off of her.”

“And you blame me?”

“Nope…”

“Don’t worry, I always liked you better. You know that, right?” He asked her as he moved up to her and immediately stopped her from undressing her, “there, let me help you instead. You okay with that?” He had already started to undress her, taking off her tank top like a horny wild animal.

“You never need to ask permission to do it,” Quentin paused for a second, they looked at each other in the eyes, “alright. Don’t lose time. Go ahead. Strip me off. I need to change. I need to be ready right away,” and she was right, she was getting late. Quentin grew even more excited and took her skirt, easily unclipping in a second. At this point, Cynthia’s ovaries had just started to wake up. She was beginning to heat up and to generate the biological elements required in her body to produce children. She was liking the idea of having a helper charged to assist her, undressing her. Quentin tried removing her fossil brassiere, but accidentally got shocked with violent, powerful electricity trying to do so.

“Oh. Sorry. Let me help you with that part…” She placed her hands behind her back and undid the DNA VAlkyr bra. She made it fall right into Quentin’s hands. He endured a few less powerful shocks and placed the organic piece of clothing away.

“Why does it do that?”

“The shocks?”

“Yeah…”

“No idea. I’ll need to ask Gerald, but it’s not something new. It has been doing that for a while.”