DNA Valkyrie - Chapter Ten: Opportunity & Disgrace

CHAPTER 10: OPPORTUNITY & DISGRACE

Her ghetto apartment looked poorer and more depraved than the discouraged private investigator ever remembered it looking before. This was the first place she went after spending just under an hour at the trashed office where she pondered alone, surfing on the dark wave of the ocean that was her sadness. Moping wasn’t all she did during that time though. Her womb was still starving and she was so incredibly aroused that she took the time to clean up the immense puddle of dino sperm from the floor of her office only using her tongue.

Even now, standing back in her home, the thick semen still dripped from Cynthia’s lips.

Richard hadn't lied to her earlier. They had taken everything from her. Anything that had even the tiniest bit of cash value, gone. Cynthia had always been under the impression that she possessed nothing of value, but now, she really was left with nothing at all. No money, hardly any food in the fridge, a trashed office and a trashed apartment. Two places that she, of course, needed to pay for. Rent for her apartment was due on the first of May, which was exactly three days from now. She had no money for that. Then she also needed to pay for her hard-boiled detective office on the fifteenth of May, it was coming up real fast. Despite the shockingly poor quality of both places, they were still pretty expensive. If it came down to it, she’d have to get rid of the office space, but the way things were looking right now, she might not be able to afford either of them for too much longer.

To make matters worse, her future at the strip club, her actual job, was now completely up in the air. Especially after what had happened last night between her boss and Sebastian, the tall butler. She was supposed to be there well over an hour ago at this point. She had received no call from the club. For all she knew, she could have already been fired by now.

While randomly looking and searching through all the trashed objects on the floor of the tiny home, Cynthia accidentally laid her eyes on something specific that she hadn’t seen in a very long time.

It was a framed, six by nine inches photograph of Cynthia with her Mother.

She knelt down after noticing it in a pile of trash. Her thick legs looked even thicker as she knelt, squatted down to pick up the framed picture. Her beautiful, large, and partially unveiled ass was hovering over the floor as she leaned forward.

Now with the photograph in hands, she got a better look at it.

It was her when she was way younger. This picture had been taken ten years ago as she was barely seventeen year old. Her tits were about half the size as they are now as a twenty-seven year old, fully developed woman. However, even today, Mommy's rack was still larger than her daughters, if only by a small margin. Her Mom had shorter hair as well. The hairstyle was some kind of sleek, square layered bob haircut, but the two shared the exact, same colour. She wore a dark blue businesswoman outfit and hugged her daughter in the picture.

The glass of the frame was cracked. It had a big fissure that made it look like the two women were divided, probably caused today by Richard and his men. Cynthia almost cut her finger on the glass as she first picked up the photo. The young detective suddenly had a resurgence of memories as she gazed into the picture of her and her Mom. Some good memories, and some bad ones too... She reflected on their past relationship and thought to herself that while not all of it was perfect, she definitely missed her mother dearly.

Specific flashes quickly came back to her.

She remembered her Mother faintly opening the door of her bedroom and taking a sneak peek at the daughter inside. The Mother blushed a little while listening to Cynthia’s soft moans...

It took her a few seconds to snap out of this strange memory.

Half an hour later, the lone private investigator dropped by the club. She virtually had nowhere else to go and desperately wanted to know if she still had a job. Despite all the fishy things her boss did to her, she needed this job now more than ever. If nothing else, she had to make sure she was going to be getting this week’s paycheck so that she could at least pay for one more month at her apartment.

Cynthia always tried her best to keep her two jobs separate. To keep her detective business a secret. Ironic that her more public profession was that of a strip dancer. Nonetheless, she usually did her best to change clothes before entering the strip club, as to avoid drawing attention to her detective outfit, or in this case, what was left of it. Some regular clients had inevitably caught on. Others just figured it was a costume for some kind of role play performance. Tonight though, as she entered the club, she felt like there were more suspecting eyes on her than normal. Cynthia wondered how many of them were weary of her attire. How many of them were paranoid that their wives or perhaps the police had sent along a detective to keep track of them? No. She was the paranoid one. She never paid this much attention to the men before when walking by. Usually keeping her head down and going straight to the back rooms. Her encounter with Richard and his men earlier in the night still had her on edge, understandably.

But then, the fans soon started recognizing who she was. Not that she was the star of the club, but she had enough notoriety to stir a reaction out of most of the more familiar faces.

“Oh, it’s The Blue Heart. I had no idea she was working tonight.” one of the men in the crowd yelled.

“I knew she was, but fuck, that whore is freaking late! I had almost given up on the idea of seeing her perform tonight. Shit... I nearly blew all my money on the other girls... Sucks for her, I guess…” Another said.

“I’ve never seen this outfit before, Heart, is that for a new show?” A third shouted at her. Cynthia kept walking in a straight line, avoiding the patrons and instead searching for Joss, to see if he was still her boss. But on her way towards the backstage of the club, she was suddenly stopped by one of the bodyguards working there, an important member of the security, a Saurius she knew really well. It was Quentin, a Ceratops Saurius that often allowed Cynthia to close up the place, permitting her to take a much longer shower after a tiring night of work. He was honestly a good guy.

“Hold on, wait, Cynthia, what are you doing here?” He said to her, using her real name as he spoke to her. He was such a sweetheart that he never addressed her as ‘The Blue Heart’.

“What do you mean? I’m going to see, Joss…”

“Why?”

“I know, I know I’m late, by a lot, but I wanted to come and talk with the boss. I wanted to apologize for what had happened last night…” She said.

“Cynthia... You were fired…” He calmly said to her. It seemed pretty painful for him to tell her the news, that was why he tried to remain as calm as possible while saying it, for her sake.

“What...? I mean... I already had a feeling that it might have been the case, but I wasn’t sure... You serious?” She answered.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know? He didn’t call you or anything like that? To be honest, I don’t exactly know for sure what went down between the two of you but he did mention that you were done working here. That you practically wanted him to fire you. That you basically quit. Is that true?” Quentin asked her.

That fucker...

She thought.