DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 38: Surveillance

CHAPTER 38: SURVEILLANCE

As always, Cynthia ordered a beverage without any alcohol in it. She enjoyed herself for a while as she drank and looked at the many, beautiful performers dancing and stripping all around her. She recognized some of the ones she used to work with back in the days but the place was actually primarily crawling with new employees as far as she could tell.

What would happen if Titan dies tonight? She thought to herself. We basically used him to get inside the castle... To get to her... I feel like I put everyone in danger just to rescue someone who in the end didn’t seem to be too interested in taking her with us...

She grabbed her head, face-palmed herself with both of her hands as she basically crumbled in pieces at the bar with no one around her, no one present to listen to her. Not that she expected nor hoped to come here in order to find a shoulder to cry on but she truly felt alone right now in this new club that entirely replaced the one she used to know.

She didn’t care about pursuing to drink her drink. She simply didn’t think about it.

What good was a detective that couldn’t resolve or understand anything to a new mystery?

“I never thought I would see you again,” a clear, controlled, masculine, and charming voice manifested itself near the bar, behind Cynthia. The comment obviously was targeted at her. The private investigator then slowly turned her head and realized that the voice was Richard’s.

He slowly approached her with a legitimate, honest, and charming smile. He stopped at the bar next to her.

“Even less so here of all places,” he pointed out.

“Richard!”

“The only one.”

“Why? What’s wrong with this place and me being here?”

“Well, it has been weeks since last time you came here. Since the club you used to work in closed down,” he recapped.

“What happened here? Did Joss came back and entirely redid the place? That would be hard to believe, he’s cheap as fuck. He never used his money to do shit here. This place feels nothing like him... It feels rather like…”

“... Me? Perhaps?” Richard quickly continued her sentence was she appeared to be lost in it as she paused, unable to properly finish it.

“Um... I wasn’t gonna say that... Why? Are you responsible?” She partially argued.

“Oh! You got me, detective!” He said as he sat next to her at the bar.

“Alright. Let’s get the truth out. You stole the property from Joss. Right?” Cynthia pushed the interrogation further.

“Why is it always about stealing with you?”

“Because your name’s Dick. It’s always about stealing with you. You’re a thief. It’s what you do,” always as soon as the private investigator said the name: ‘Dick’, she sensed many of his men getting closer to her. She even saw a couple of them putting their hands into their jackets, getting ready to use their weapons if she were to hurt the boss.

“Wow. Oh, jeez. It was just a joke. No need to use strength on me for that,” she announced with a light-hearted tone in her voice. While she did had a fun, unnerving aura to her voice, she was inside indeed very nervous about the current situation. She recently realized that she was completely surrounded. Now perfectly knowing that the property was Richard’s made her feel like she had accidentally entered the Demon’s lair. The worst place she could have gone to.

She simply hoped to reminisce the old days while taking a short break. Not to put her life on the line again and to attract more dangers.

In only a couple of seconds, Richard looked at his boys and made a certain gesture of the hand. He waved his right hand at them with the intention to tell them that everything was okay.

“Don’t worry, Widdowfield. We’re cool,” he revealed to her.

“What?”

“Let’s forget about the past. Put it all behind us. You suffered enough.” Richard tried his best to keep things controlled and civil.

“You can say that again. You made my life a nightmare. You destroyed my apartment, rendering me homeless,” Cynthia reminded him.

“And you send me to jail. You attempted to keep me behind bars,” he defended himself.

“You deserved it,” she was clearly playing with fire. If she didn’t have a hell of a body and if Richard wasn’t as patient as he was, she would probably be in major troubles right now.

“And I did. Thanks for taking your job so seriously and going through with this. I hope the reward for me was worth it. So, what do you think about the renovations here?” He changed the subject.

“Um... I like it. A hundred times better than the shitty dump it used to be. So, if I correctly understand, you legitimately bought the property?”

“I did. The price was good. A lot of work was needed to get the club to this but it was all worth it in the end. Don’t you think?”

“But I don’t get it, it only had been a few weeks... Two months top. How did you manage to turn this place around in such a short amount of time?”

“Well, let’s just say I was able to be very persuasive with the handymen I hired to renovate the place,” he simply gave as an explanation.

“Um-um... Right...So, what’s up? Why keep me company at the bar? Did I do something wrong? Should I leave?”

“Not at all. My men alarmed me when you walked in. I meant to talk to you. When I first approached you, you seemed preoccupied. Sad. Depressed. What is going on?” Richard surprisingly truly seemed to be caring about how Cynthia felt.

“Would be too long and complicated to explain…”

“Try me.”

“New case. Failed so bad. No home. That’s all you need to know…”

“Alright. I see. Well, it brings me to one of the topics I wanted to discuss with you. I took your home away from you, I would like to offer you to stay here. I would rather you stay here than being homeless. Think of it as a way to redeem myself for what I did to you.”

“Stay at your club?”

“It’s not just a club now. It’s a restaurant. A motel. A villa. Much more,” he explained her.

“What do you want from me?”

“Nothing. Well, maybe something. It’s an offer…”

“What is it?”

“I would like you to consider performing again. You are talented. Much more than any of the others that I working here right now, without wanting to take anything away from them... You could teach them…”

Cynthia gladly accepted the first offer of staying here for the night. She could have slept at the old office but having a real bed was a plus. She was still on the fence about his second offer. She was actually considering it. The tired private investigator was soon escorted to her room that she would get for the night, absolutely for free. One of the employees of the place guided her to her room. Once inside, she realized what she was getting herself into, a five stars bedroom. It looked gorgeous. The walls all had beautiful accents of gold and colourful gems decorating the entire place.

Cynthia fell asleep on the bed in a matter of seconds before she was sadly pulled out of her sleep when another employee knocked at her door.

“Supper is ready!” A voice kindly said on the other side. She went to the door, opened it and was greeted with an entire chariot of delicious food. The employee soon left and closed the door behind himself without asking or hoping for any kind of tips. That night, Cynthia had a glorious meal before finally heading back to bed. She hadn’t slept in so long. She clearly needed to sleep. With everything that she was given for free, she truly felt like Richard was trying really hard to impress her.

A few hours into her sleep, Cynthia waked up again. This time it was not because of the sudden intrusion of an employee, but rather because of something she felt in her body. Slimy, not painful but warm movements were felt deep inside her womb. At first, she thought it was because of all the good food she’d eaten before going to bed, but she quickly realized it had nothing to do with that. While she was stiffly scared of what it was, but she had to accept it.

She was pregnant.

Cynthia slept for more than twelves hours that night. It was virtually a false statement to call the window of time she slept during a ‘night’ due to her having spent the entire night lurking out in the city. When she’d finally been able to fall asleep, the sun started to rise outside. When she waked up, the sun was setting. She had slept the entire day, recovering from everything that had happened in the past day or so. Nobody bothered her during the day as she slept.

While she rested completed naked in the bed, she decided to put something before leaving the room. She had brought a bag with her she quickly grabbed from her old office. The bag was filled with some of her clothes, underwear, nightgowns, and other normal clothes such as t-shirts and such. She put on her skirt, tank top and trench coat and left the new, renovated club without telling anyone where she went. Especially not Richard who she completely avoided. When she put on the tank top, she noticed that her belly had grown significantly during the time she slept.

She rushed herself to her old office to see how Titan was doing. To see if he was still alive. And he was. Which greatly reassured the private investigator who fought for his life, not wanting to see someone die because of mistakes she felt she did. He was still unconscious but he seemed to be slowly getting better. She took care of him. Cynthia first and foremost administrated him more of the same drug she gave him last time she saw him. She washed his snake body with a clean, wet sponge. She then gave him water. Water was good but not being able to give him anything to actually eat bothered Cynthia. But then the solution suddenly presented itself to her. She randomly felt her tits accidentally squirting fresh, warm milk through her dense nipples. Parts of the milk ended up sliding down the interior of her tank top while roughly half of her shots squirted a few inches away on her floor as her nipples partially escaped her shirt.

I’m able to produce milk, already? She thought to herself. And then all clicked together. Cynthia soon proceeded to feed Titan using her new milk. She held his thin, snake body in her hands as she softly pressed his head against her chest during the feeding.

It was already night again when she was done taking care of Titan. Cynthia went back to Richard’s new strip club. During the walk back there, she had noticed that her belly had grown a little bigger. Bigger than it had grown when she waked up earlier. Her tank top no longer fitted. Her pregnancy was evolving fast.

When she went back to her bedroom in the villa wing of the club, she was greeted with an entirely dark room. In desperation, she searched for the light switch in the dark. She needed light to find and gather the stuff she left in the room earlier.

“Finally back, huh” A voice said in the dark.

“Dick? Is that you?” Cynthia asked after jumping following the sudden announcement of his presence.

“Did you enjoy the room last night?” Richard asked.

“I did.”

“Good. Did you consider my second offer?”

“Yes. But I’m afraid to say that I sadly won’t be able to work for you anytime soon…”

“Any particular reason why?”

“If you may turn on the freaking light, I might then be able to show you. I can’t find the light switch on the wall,” she said as she kept searching the switch on the wall. Despite having a conversation, they were still both in the dark, not seeing each other at all. Richard leaned forward from his chair next to the bed and turned on a lamp on the bedside table.

Light. Finally.

Everything was revealed to Richard. Her large, pregnant belly was shown.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Afraid so…”

“Um... That’s no big deal. At this rate, you’ll give birth in no time and then you’ll be able to come work for me. If it still interests you. I’m just feeling a bit frustrated someone else impregnated you…”

“Someone else? What do you mean?”

“... Um... I found myself feeling some regret the other day... I kind of wish I actually had sex with you instead of letting my men... Anyhow... Would you do me the honour to impregnate you as well tonight? I could fuse my DNA with the children that are already growing inside of you.”

“I don’t... I don’t really know about that…”

“You know it. We are meant to help each other. We are meant to be together,” he told her.