DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 32: Fire In The Hole

CHAPTER 32: FIRE IN THE HOLE

It was night. It was misty in the street. The private investigator was finally getting back to her roots, to where she used to live. The scummy region of the city. She re-explored and scavenged the dirty, murky, sombre streets in hope to find the persons that could potentially help to get further into this mysterious investigation she was in the middle of.

During previous jobs, she used to walk through those streets, between Mistral Avenue and Rusted Fangs Street to interview people, passengers, homeless dwellers that may or may not have seen something that mattered to her work. She even occasionally went down to Thick Borrow street from time to time when Cynthia was desperate to get her hands on new info but she highly knew how dangerous that place was. She wouldn’t risk her life and went there often. Only a few times the paychecks for the jobs were big and simply important enough.

On a bi-weekly basis, she would come up to random homeless strangers on the street and nicely spoke with them. Quickly overtime, she would switch the casual chitchat into direct questioning. Some of the persons she would interview in the street would occasionally bite but not a whole lot of them.

Cynthia would then offer quickies. Quick hand-jobs and blow-jobs to the ones that were a little more difficult to make talk. She never offered such a thing to Saurius or Urzax people back then. It was a totally different time for her. Things had changed now.

Slowly but surely, the private investigator had grown interested and used to have sex with species excluding the Humankind. Luckily for her, back then when she reserved herself for Humans, she constantly found an incredible amount of them in the streets of the city, all of them very homeless.

It was still the case tonight.

No matter where she walked, she found homeless Human men on her way. There, of course, was a couple of homeless Saurius and Urzax there and there but not a lot compared to Humans.

This made her think a little.

Cynthia wasn’t entirely homeless nowadays.

But she still technically was.

If it wasn’t for the two dudes back at the mansion allowing her to sleep there for the time being (well, Sebastian, the butler was actually the only one entirely okay with it), since she had nowhere else to go, she would have to find a new apartment right away. Going back to her old, destroyed one where she couldn’t even have the luxury to take a shower wasn’t an intention for her. It would a total step back. Especially since it was a dump and still was set at a very expensive price for a dump.

On the other hand, looking for new apartments that were available was always a painful thing to do in this city. There were a lot of people living here but not enough homes for them. This was a huge problem.

If Cynthia didn’t have the mansion as temporarily home, she would have to rent a room in a motel which was very expensive as well. This option would drastically quickly make her lose all the money she’d earned so far with this lucrative case. Losing money before doing the work wasn’t exactly her intention.

She internally felt so thankful to be having the mansion as her last resort option. While Gerald seemed to be having absolutely no interest in her staying there, she somehow felt very safe and secured to have Sebastian wanted her to stay. It made her feel a lot better earlier that day when the butler stood up for her against his own employer.

After walking on Rusted Fangs street for a little while, Cynthia slowly started noticing more and more people on the sidewalk with her. Some of them appeared to be homeless people, others not so much. She spoke to many people on her way on the sidewalk. She carried a photograph of Néné with her in her hands and showed it to more than ten people. They all said that they had never saw this young woman before.

Cynthia kept trying. She tried communicating with a Urzax man that seemed to be the most well dressed. The one that appeared to be having the most money to her eyes.

“Hey!” She shouted at him.

“What? Me?” He responded.

“Yes. You. I have a few questions. I’m investigating a case…” Right before she could even finish her sentence, the man quickly got into his car and started the engine.

“No. No, thank you. Not interested,” he said as he left.

“Hold on. I’m not trying to ask anything from you. I simply wanted to know something real quick,” but he kept running away from her. Cynthia grunted and exhaled in desperation.

“Cock sucker…” She called him while looking at the driver ‘escaping’ from her.

A beat.

A short silence accompanied her before...

“Somebody said: ‘cocksucker’?” An old, tired, but very interested voice sprung out of nowhere behind Cynthia. She quickly turned around and discovered this old, bearded Human man in his sixties slowly coming out of a dark alley between two building. He walked towards her on the sidewalk.

“What?” She asked.

“Cocksucker. I heard the word: ‘cocksucker’. Did I correctly hear?” He insisted.

“Well, it’s basically two words…”

“What?” He asked, confused.

“I said, it’s basically two words. Two words in one”

“What? Cocksucker? It doesn’t mean two things... It only means one thing.” He clearly was hard of hearing. And a little crazy too.

“Right. Anyway. Goodbye.”

“Wait! Wait a minute!”

“What is it?” She asked. She was totally ready to leave at this point. This man was basically scarring her at this point.

“The picture!” He kept shouting her.

“The picture?” She slowly turned back to him and took a look at the picture she carried in her hands. The picture of Néné. She walked towards the old man and directly, properly showed it to him.

“Her!”

“What about her? Do you know her?” She asked.

“I saw her. Once.”

“Where?”

“What could I get if I help you?”

“Wait a sec, are you even telling the truth? Did you really see this young woman?” She asked as she was semi-laughing, totally unsure if the man was simply lying to her in order to get a quickie or something of that nature.

“No. No bullshit. I saw her. Not many Urzax women come around here. She stuck out like a sword thumb. This is the truth,” he tried to convince her of his honesty.

“And you say you can truly help me find her?” She asked.

“Well, yes. I’m gonna say yes…”

“Alright. Tell me where you saw her and where she went and I’ll give you a little money. How about that?”

“I don’t want your money!” He aggressively yelled right before spitting a large amount of saliva on the sidewalk, very close to Cynthia.

Another beat.

It was awkward between the two.

“What... What do you want, then?”

“I want you as my... Cocksucker…”

“I see…” For a second or two, Cynthia appeared to be ready to leave. She turned her back on the perverted old man and inserted Néné’s picture in her cleavage. She stuck it between her two large tits.

“Wait, please, don’t go…” He said. She stopped.

“I swear. I’ll tell you the truth. One, quick blow-job and I tell you where she went,” he continued.

Cynthia profoundly inhaled and exhaled.

In the same dark alley, the old man originally came from back when he surprised her, he was about to get what he hoped for. The hard-boiled detective sat on her knees on the wet, fresh from rain ground as the old man took out his semi-erect dick. She masturbated it for dozens of seconds to get it to a much bigger size. She blew all over his glans as it progressively grew larger and larger. She finally stopped blowing on him when he’d reached the final extent of his erection. To be fair, he didn’t have that big of a penis. He was barely four inches long once fully erected. At this point, it was considered a tiny penis. Maybe even a micropenis but Cynthia didn’t mention it despite heavily thinking about that particular detail. She desperately wanted the info he supposedly had.

The blow-job began.

She inserted his filthy, old cock inside of her mouth but specifically didn’t give him any tongue. This was her pure intention. This was a blow-job but this didn’t mean she was bringing her A-game to this quickie in the dark alley.

It was quick.

It was cheap.

It was what it was.

Cynthia intentionally wanted to get this done as soon as possible. Meanwhile, the old man absolutely loved every single second of it despite the ‘poor quality’ of this blow-job. He didn’t notice it because he wasn’t the kind of guy that was going to argue. He didn’t have a blow-job in decades. This right here made him feel amazing. Not mentioning that even the worst blow-job in the world was still at the end of the day a blow-job. It simply felt great.

In only three minutes, the old hobo ejaculated inside of her mouth.

She opened it very wide. Directly showed him his load and then swallowed all of it between her legs on the ground. The old man moaned for an entire minute after the conclusion of his orgasm.

She wiped her mouth.

“Done. Now, tell me what you know” she said with a very serious tone. During his sexual frenzy following the ejaculation, he simply pointed to a bar on the other side of the street. Cynthia turned around and looked at the exterior of the establishment. A large, pink, neon sign revealed the name of this bar: ‘Titan’s Tavern’.

“...The woman you are looking for walked next to my alley here and then crossed the street... This is where she went…”

About a quarter of an hour after entering the bar, Cynthia had ordered herself and drank a total of two non-alcohol drinks. Two glasses of Brachiosaurus’ tears. It was a very popular drink that could be compared to soda pop on Earth. Cynthia drank the first glass in four seconds and had already drank half of the second one. After familiarizing herself with the environment and the people around her, she slowly started making her next move in order to push the investigation forward. Which means that she was now opening herself to get discover as someone that was not directly here to have fun but rather someone with an important task in mind. Someone that the people who ran the bar could view as problematic. She now risked the possibility to get escorted out of the bar if they didn’t like her presence. She went up to the bartender, a man Saurius of a Velociraptor breed, and showed him Néné’s picture she still carried on her. The bartender saw her sliding it out of her massive and imposing cleavage.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I’m looking for my sister... Did you see her here recently? One night, she told me that she had a date here and never came back. Never heard of her ever since. It was months ago. I’m starting to get worried,” she explained while shoving the photo in his face. At this point, Cynthia stood so close to this Saurius that her ovaries started reacting to him. She felt a buzzing feeling deep down into her and made her hot. She blushed a little. Tried her best to restrict and hide the fact that her body was positively reacting to the bartender.

“Let me take a look…” He calmly took it from her hands in order to have got a better view of the picture. Having it shoved in the middle of his forehead as it was the case a few seconds ago didn’t seem to be helping anything.

“Ring a bell?”

“She doesn’t look like your sister…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she’s obviously an Urzax. And you’re Human. Unless your parents are from different species. Or maybe you have different parents? Either way, you don’t look alike that much…” Him treating her that way, speaking about the drastic physical differences between her and Néné triggered her ovaries some more. She felt a resurgence of warmth coming through her veins. Once again, she did her best to hide to him what was going on here.

“Exactly! Different parents. Different species. So... Did you see her?” He stared at the picture some more before finally handing it back to her.

“Yeah...! I think I remember someone that looked like her. I’m not sure if it was truly her but I might have seen her from the back or something. I do remember her hair. But if it was her, I only saw her once here,” he told her.

“R-Really? Amazing...! Do you remember by any chance when she left the bar during the night or did you somehow manage to hear where she headed after hanging out here?” Cynthia asked, visibly desiring to know a lot more.

“Um... I finished my shift at three in the morning that night I saw her... This place is open all night long... If I correctly remember, she was still here when I punched out... To my knowledge, she never left this place. But I did see her climb up the stairs and go up to the artificial sunbathing room upstairs…” Cynthia looked where the bartender pointed at. She saw the stairs he was talking about. She now knew where she needed to go. She felt pretty good about herself that she managed to hide the side-effects that her ovaries had on her in the past few minutes.