Empire of Daqin: Demons and Dames

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Empire of Daqin, Pínqióng (貧窮) System
Zhīnǚ (織女) Station, Special Economic Zone
"Letroit" Asteroid Module
2324 CE

Drip. Drip. Drip.

It was raining, and the roof was leaking, like it often did in Little Detroit, or Letroit as some locals knew it. It may have been a try at cleaning the smoke out of the air. But, everyone knew that it could have just as easily been the environmental systems acting up. The local, ad-hoc government was pocketing what it could after all, and the corpos liked to cut corners. The two giving each other a reach around wasn't news either. Even so, the world kept on stubbornly walking forward, the sound of tires on wet cement splashing outside, or the occasional hover-car for the rich. Faint arguments drifted through the thin walls, and distant feet hammered on steps up and down the building. Everyone cared, but couldn't do a thing about it.

Drip. Drip....Drip.

Earls brow twitched with every drip hitting his forehead. It was waiting to see which would break first, the rain, or his self-punishment. He sighed as it seemed the atmospheric controls were extra clogged today, and he finally stirred from his repose, not to move his legs from the top of his desk, nor his chair from behind it. He reached over, collected his hat, and placed it over his head, letting the water trickle over the felt fabric and out the back onto the floor.

His hairdresser would kill him if she found out he'd let his mane get drenched. The office itself was a dull affair, old furnishings he'd knicked from another business, a sad artificial pot plant that reached for the artificial sun through the glass window. A single, solid, heavy wooden chair sat empty in front of the desk opposite him.

He wondered if he should get a sign for the door. But most of the time trouble found him even without looking, and his usual clients already knew how to call him.

Drip. Drip. Drip-drip-WHAM!

 

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"Haaaaaaaaaaaaay!" The door, eagerly slammed open, barely held together as another Chongwu loudly announced her entry, wet hat in hand. "You the hard-boiled detective that gets stuff done?" she excitedly asked, kicking the door closed behind her. Quickly closing the gap between them, there wasn't much to see of her thanks to the wet trench coat, but her white furred, canine features smiled at him. Mouth open, tongue out ever so slightly as her eyes sparkled, she looked like someone who had just made a new friend.

Earls hand had already slipped down to the gun pocket of his coat even before his red, hung over eyes cracked open. His index claw tapped against the handle for a second as his brain caught up. He hadn't even heard her approach from the hall. Had he locked that door? Nice coat, money. But wet; she had walked. Dark clothes, by rain or design, brought out the brightness of her white coat, the furry one. Subtly patterned with marginally dimmer grey to emphasize her pure snow white counter-shade. But not even the gloss of her coat could diminish the blinding shine on those apatite blue eyes staring into his dull red and crusty ones, and not just from self-loathing the lizard regularly subjected himself to.

His senses screamed danger, but he couldn't tell if that was his paranoia, or the headache talking. Either way, this girl brought in trouble as long as the legs he could see under that fine coat, the trench one, and what was the point of role-playing a detective if he wasn't going to get into danger. Or into danger's coat, the leather one again.

In a manner that was supposed to be calm and collected, but might have come across as merely lethargic and with the care of a drunken man trying to fit the keys into his front door, which might have been how Earl found himself sleeping in his office instead his apartment, he tried to lift the brim of his hat with a finger before taking one sleeping foot off his desk and then the other one. There was no way he was taking this interview standing. It also made his hand on his gun a little less visible through the desk. Don't worry, the wooden desk wouldn't deflect any bullets, that cost extra and frankly Earl had better places to pick a gun fight. His land lady would kill him if the bullets didn't.

"I'm a simple man, miss. My name is Earl, and I solve peoples' problems, or find what they need to know." He replied, despite the chaotic voice in the back of his brain screaming at him to make a pun about hard-boiled and being a hard man. "Would you care to take a seat and tell me your name and what a hard man can do to help?" He asked, his head gestured towards the rather less comfortable chair on the opposite side of the desk.

Smooth.

 

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"Oh wow! You're just like in the movies!" the Chongwu woman wagged her tail, her trench coat struggling to muffle and restrain its glee. Eagerly tossing her hat onto the coat rack, and then her coat proper, she briefly stood in front of Earl with nothing but her underwear. Though Earl could tell through the coat that she had long legs, it was now clear that their white fur was hidden away, wrapped tight in black stockings. Stockings that went all the way up to her thick thighs, with her white down only making the briefest appearance between where those nylons ended, and her black lingerie panties began. Even as she sat down, the black and red corset she wore only emphasized the curves of her hips and waist before proudly announcing her bare, white, fluffy bosoms.

His senses screamed danger - white haired dames were nothing but bad luck for Earl.

"So my name's Cosette, and there was this one customer that stood out from the rest," she began, blissfully unaware of his reaction. "Not rich. More like he was a Daqin coming to the American sector for a Chongwu show sort of stand-outish," Cosette tried to explain. "He didn't say much at first, but after a while, he'd talk about how he was fixated on 'American' Chongwu, and how unfair things were for us. Can you believe that?" she laughed, the notes a bright, spirit lifting chime. "I thought it was rich, coming from one of the guys that created us to do all their work." The canine Chongwu brushed back a few stray strands of white hair as she thought for a moment. "But, he said he was on to something that'd help us one day. And after that, he stopped coming." Cosette looked him in the eye now, her earlier playfulness gone. "Could you check if he's okay? Not, you know. Dead in an alley somewhere?"

Earl's eyes never broke contact with the woman, she was hardly the first set of fur he'd seen, but his red eyes did feel like they creaked as they followed her to her chair. He wondered if snow would feel envious of the shine of her hair and fur, making her almost sparkle in the dingy light of his rain soaked window. When she sat he thought about telling the lights to raise the ambience, but thought better of it. Better she shine alone. Entirely unaware of his glossy mane.

He tried to ignore the tingle that ran up his spine from her gentle laugh piercing his body, and brought his hand up. Any good detective has a notebook, and closing out the window for the 'Demons and Dames' novel he was reading, the one that appeared on Earl's augmented reality shone dimly compared to her.

"Tourist. Dissident. Said too much. More than enough to earn an ass-kicking in some sectors." Earl murmured as the notebook began to fill in.

"Does this mysterious benefactor have a name and description? Last time you saw him? Business card? Do you know where he was staying, and were you the only girl he was seeing or are there others?" He said, glancing up from the notebook to her. His words for quick, but not rushed. Gravelly but not grumpy. Every inch the hard-bitten detective.

Even as he spoke he started checking newspaper records for bodies found in the last few days. He didn't need a pen, but he did check the external cameras for the top three spots to observe his window from just in case she was an angel, and a sniper was about to end his fetid existence. And if she was no angel, maybe she was a demon.

 

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Cosette paused.

"Oh! Yes! He had a name! He was named Mister Bāo," the alabaster and silver woman lit up, briefly taking a moment to realize that this was an important detail to give. "It was Bāo Shuǎng, and I'm sure we have his credit chit details at my workplace somewhere," she helpfully pointed out, the surname given first, followed by given name. "He always payed in Imperial Jiāozi of course, and sometimes with other girls, but usually me. Shuǎng liked long talks and wine!" Looking at Cosette, she was the picture of a happy canine. Her mouth was open in an innocent smile, and she pushed her ample, ample bust up unconsciously at the thought. All despite the gravity of the situation, which only grew deeper the moment Earl searched the name.

Bāo Shuǎng, former governor of The Lonely City, was all over last month's news. Former, for sexual assault of a Chongwu. It was as taboo to the Daqinren as it was to humans and their own unintelligent pets. Supposedly. Earl's search results also pointed out that the name meant 'Cool Package' for better or worse.

Earl's senses had been right, this woman was an immense amount of trouble. As he read and noted down the particulars of the missing John, the more he had the sense this was just the start. He eyed the notebook, and then up to her and back to the notebook. His brain screaming at him to make the right mistake, the one where he refused and hurried her out of his office. Where life when on in its drudgery and finding missing john's who had too much to drink around benders and activations.

But something about those eyes. Was it her? Or was he just flirting with the danger she represented. In this body he was vulnerable, was that why pushing his luck felt exhilarating. That might explain some of his other habits.

"Good taste." He said finally, he meant her but he hoped she thought he meant the wine and crackers.

"I'm certain you did your homework on such a generous client who isn't using a handle. Which might be why you came to the unmarked door of a detective instead of the police."

Cops. There was a reason Earl didn't moonlight as a cop, not that his constant disappearances and the drugs ever helped, but cops in this city ran on bribes and payments. Earl would have been as likely to be shot in the back as much by a criminal. Never mind their track record with witness protection.

Not that Earl had much to say about that. It kept a drip-feed of clients through his door who just needed something done. Was he really the best the city had to offer, or just a law enforcement bottom feeder. The lobster of the rock buried in the city's foundations.

He sighed and pulled out a cigarette, his blue tongue flashed out to seize the filter and drag it between his teeth. He reached for his lighter before looking at her and offering the cigarettes to her. French cigarettes, burned with a sweetness like the lips of a bottle of rum.

 

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"Homework?" Cosette innocently tilted her head, completely clueless. The light-bulb went off again, tail happily wagging at the realization as she absentmindedly reached for the offered cigarette. "Oh! Nope!" she smiled again, casually taking the cigarette from Earl and carelessly taking a drag after he lit it up for her. Coughing, wheezing, she took another puff as Cosette's eyes watered, the alabaster dame in front of him doing her best 'coughing up a lung' act he had ever seen. But she took another drag before finally letting out one, final, long half-cough-half-exhale.

"Well," Cosette relaxed, her voice deeper and sultry as she leaned back, legs now crossed with the cigarette in hand. "He seemed the sad sort, always talked about how he wanted to do better by us," she began. Taking another puff and letting out a nice, large ring, her eyes became jaded with weariness as she watched it rise and float away. "But the 'Merrican cop that I asked a favor from?" Cosette motioned to stroke the air with her free hand, "Well, he fell off a balcony." Her green eyes fell on Earl, empty as they were lonely. "I just thought it was part of the job though, so I decided to try someone private next," Cosette admitted with a shrug, emphasizing her bust again whether she intended to or not. "You wouldn't need me to come and do that 'homework' with you, now would you?" she suggestively wondered.

Cosette took another puff of Earl's cigarette and let out another slow breath, the faintest glimmer of a tear at the edge of her eyes.

The click of Earl's zippo ricocheted off the walls, and the flare of the wick almost blinded him as he carefully held it forwards. The flame in the dark turned those sweet eyes and shining white coat into a mirror of the sun for a moment before he could draw it back. He hid his bleary, sore eyes under the rim of his hat. Pretending to peer down to light his own cigarillo.

Rich brown, three inches long, the diameter of a pinky finger. Covers rolled on the thighs of Corsican beauties. At least, that was the marketing. To Earl it was all the taste and thrill of a cigar without having to smoke it for 45 minutes. He didn't even know where Corsica was.

He blinked to clear his eyes as he thought of a good reply, only looking up when he was pretty sure his eyes wouldn't be a like a deer in the headlights. She was a pretty good liar, even for a lady of the night. Gosh what a lady she was, with eyes that could drown a man with the way they pulled you in. When they weren't concentrated mirrors doubling the power of his own lighter back at him.

His fingers hurt. He'd forgotten to close the lighter.

 

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Snap.

"No one comes to me without asking someone else. Not even Nan asking for someone to find her missing niece." He replied slowly. Nasty case that. "You haven't asked for my prices, so you know I'm expensive, and bribes are a business expense here. You wouldn't just try to get any customer found, otherwise I'd be doing nothing but finding John's in this city. " He did do plenty of that. Normally when they hadn't paid. Pimps knew good help when they wanted it when their own dumb hired muscle was insufficient.

He looked her in the face. What a pretty face to be lying. So beautiful, so dangerous. Earl had to chide himself where his thoughts went. There were things he needed more than sex. Purpose, direction, distraction.

"It'll cost extra if I have to survive an attempt on my life not from the target." He said finally, waiting to see if she was still as keen as she looked.

"Of course I'm good for payment," Cosette leaned in. Leaning against his table, she dashed off the ashes on her rapidly dwindling cigarette. Taking another drag, the white haired canine looked at him with bedroom eyes that beckoned. "Are you...trying to pull out on me?" she smiled, voice low and smoky, unlike before when she first entered. But she didn't dodge the question. Not entirely. "Let's just say he seemed really miserable. Like his life had been crushed, and that he could really use a pick-me-up. The type that gets the attention of certain girls, whether they mean to or not," she answered Earl. "You feel like that, sometimes? Needing a pick-me-up?"

He knew she was right. A good looking night worker could put an office salary-man to shame almost any day of the week, and especially Fridays. But having a lot of money didn't mean someone could buy anything with no price tag. He looked into those blinding eyes again, even the dimming glow of her borrow cigarillo lit up like candle in them, he hoped his squint made him look more astute than destitute of vision.

"I would never pull out on you, Miss Cosette." He replied dryly.

Avoiding the last question entirely, fearing the answer himself more than he feared her knowing. She was definitely trouble. Perhaps trouble was just what he needed. At least the rise in heart-rate meant he could feel his legs again. Legs he swung down to stand up with a terribly manly groan, definitely not one from sleeping for hours on a hard chair.

"I'll need to see the last place you remember seeing him, if he's staying in town he's probably in one of the better hotels in the city, might be harder to get into." He said as he fussed with his jacket while waiting for her to tell him.

He made sure his catnap hadn't disturbed his kit too much. Gun, knife, cigars, lighter, hip flask. All the usual detective items. Ah, and hat, securely on head. His own outfit was a suit, with a glossy vest under dark trench coat and trilby style hat. A lot less practical than the dog woman's, but at least he could shed layers outside of work without raising an eye.

 

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The last of Cosette's cigarette burned away like a stick of incense finally dying, smoke curling away from her form so Earl could see her clearly again.

"Oh yay!" the white furred woman lit up with delight, her gravitas having fading away with the last wisps of Earl's cigarette. "No problem! I'll bring you right where I last saw him!" Cosette eagerly wagged her tail. It wasn't long until sick beats were blaring to the beat of her tail as she pulled him past a towering lion chongwu bouncer and into the back end of one of the ritzy strip clubs and cabarets around. Earl knew, since it was one of those places that he wasn't supposed to be able to afford. Cosette hung her hat and coat up in the staff entry area, and hand in hand, the smiling Cosette pulled him in, briefly turning to look back at Earl as she lead the way into the heart of the club, through a crowd of handsome men, club-goers and gorgeous women like herself.

"I'ma just take Mister Hardboiled upstairs!" Cosette shouted up to the practically nude madame in charge. Another canine woman like her looked down on Earl from an almost throne-like seat with emerald eyes. Wine glass in hand, the gray faced woman smiled, flicking away stray strands of white that were too much like Cosette's. Long and troublesome. Like a giddy kid, Cosette dragged him upstairs next, and right into one of the VIP rooms. "Right where you wanted to be Mister E!" the white and silver haired woman puffed up her chest like a pup proud at the stick she fetched.

Earl eyed the lion bouncer, a chongwu twice his size, who had folded many men bigger than Earl in half before. But Earl had his ticket on his arm, or maybe he was on hers. The two men looked at each other suspiciously before Earl was whisked in by the chongwu tornado that was his key. Into the back they went, Earl dragged in the wake of Cosette as she led them to her place of work.

(Add a section about the madam looking at him like a morsel)

Finally the blurring world settled on Cosette's boudoir as he swayed to a stop. He surveyed the room like an exterminator brought to gas out the roaches, a certain professional carriage weighed down by personal distaste for what might be found in the depths he was about to explore.

"Did he always visit you here? You never went back to his hotel?" He asked gently as his head slowly scanned the room.

The floor, the couches, the tables. Even the walls. Like a man in the desert drinking up the details. The pictures on the newscasts gave him a picture, rough build, hair color. But not the mans scent, fingerprints, mannerisms.

The room was tastefully decorated. Black leather couches, wide enough for Cosette to do her work without slipping off. A low set black varnish coffee table, thin, modern, trendy. Earl immediately disliked it. The walls, in shadow, half lit art pieces that lit up only when approached. The focus of the room was in the middle, where client and hostess met. The carpet was grey, deep shag, impossible to clean, even the cleaner barely tried. Enough to keep the scent of men out and most of the crumbs.

The focus was on the center and that's where he started. He went to the coffee table, scanning the surface. There, on one end, the fade where plates and glasses had been placed and picked up. His hand ran over, not touching it, before he knelt down. Underneath, a cooler, filled with tasteful beverages for clients of all kinds, beers to champagnes, ice for the whiskey drinkers. Those bottles must be brought in separately, he palmed a beer bottle for the road into his thick coat. His eyes continued scanning, there was something, an odd tinge that itched the back of his horns. Then he saw it, a bug. Not the unhygienic kind, the fly on the wall kind, hooked in directly as part of the furnishing.

"Of course the place is bugged." He grumbled as he sidled along, feeling over the cooler for a dead drop. "It goes straight to your security room."

No way it was going to be that easy. He turned to the couches, humans and chongwu were creatures of habit. The soft snowy white fur embedded into some of the stitches told him which side Cosette might usually sit herself on. He went to the opposite side and prepared himself for what might be his most dangerous feat yet while not the Black Prince.

He lowered his nose and smelt the couch.

"You've seen five male clients since you saw John...and one older female." he said, nose twitching as he wandered. "Your most common position is reverse-cowgirl, and your cleaner doesn't have enough time between sessions..."

He continued, trying to sniff out anything that might be an easy clue to this case. Between the seats, the back of the cushions. His hands dug in crevices other men wouldn't go with a gun. Sliding and easing into nooks and crannies.

"Come on, John. You at least suspected this was going to be your last time here, you would have left your favorite girl something..." he muttered.

 

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"Mmm-hmm!" Cosette happily hummed in the positive. "He liked to talk a lot, though it was usually pretty sad rather than horny," she remarked. As Earl combed through the place, she giggled at his antics as he sniffed down the place like a fiend with a fetish to fulfil! Even so, she tried to help, visibly combing through her memories of the man to put her impressions of him into proper words. "He was different because it seemed like he used to be rich. But did something bad, and wanted to do good things now," Cosette struggled to put the words together. "Definitely not the usual 'my gee-eff cheated on me waaa!' or the 'oh boy i'm super horny and you're super hot' stuff we see," the white furred woman explained.

Fortunately for Earl, his deep digging found him a morsel of treasure - the lines that the room's bugs were hooked up to! And of course, the room's bug hub. This was their own joint, so there wasn't any need for superb stealth from the establishment's owners themselves. Just the patrons coming in, and of course, the long term durability and ruggedness needed to keep going. That meant they were hard wired, and to a central hub for easy cleaning and maintenance! Earl couldn't help but follow the hub's sole exiting wire as it lead up and to the vents, which surely lead to the security room itself!

"You know, I'm not the only one that uses this room," Cosette suddenly appeared in Earl's personal space, less than pleased at the idea that she had left any mess behind. "I guess that just means we need to get a better housekeeper!" The smile was back on her lips again.

Earls hair stood on end as she spoke inside his personal space. He hadn't heard her pad across the room next to him from the couch. She got under his skin better than any needle. His eye twitched. There was something about this woman. Something extra.

"Do you all share a shampoo bottle?" He asked, clearly there were limits to his sense of smell.

He stood up with a groan, and began to shrug out of his heavy coat, the heavy, beaten wool was almost as dense as felt, and almost as well suited to blunting a knife as it was the rain. He folded it and hung it over the back of the couch. His shirt was wrinkled and clearly well worn, stains on the arms from long nights leaning on bars. His suit vest shimmered with the gleam of synth-silk, moderately stylish, and protective.

"Do not worry, I'm specially trained to defeat cleaners of all kinds, including ones trying to hide bodies instead of just bodily fluids."

As he spoke he tightened the cuffs around his sleeves and knelt by the vent to examine it, tilting his head before sticking two claws in it and pulling it up and off. He peered in, dusty as hell. He looked over his shoulder.

"I shan't be long." Before he slithered into the vent, curling and twiting with it as he wriggled in with his shoulders. The last tuft of his tail flicking into the darkess as he crawled in.

He used the feel of his horns to follow the path of the cables. All the utilities were routed around him, but the sweet throb of that security wire was familiar to him now, and like a bloodhound he sought it out.

He wormed his way through dark ducts and ways, until finally come to the grill of the security room. Slowly pushed out the grill as quietly as possibly and pushed his arm through with his phone to hook into the security computer through near field. He thumbed through the options as quickly as possible. He had to wait a moment for the guard on the station to take a bathroom break, before thumbing intensely. Sitting down in the dark security room, Earl began going into archives and finding everything he could about the John Bao. Entry, his...time with Cosette, and - his whole world turned into a whirl as the chair was suddenly spun, only for an axe kick to cleave a heel right down to where his head was!

"Hello handsome," the grey furred Madame grinned at Earl. Looking down at the man that had barely dodged in time, she only leaned her bare self in closer, emerald eyes twinkling with mischievous delight as long, white hair threatened to tickle on his nose. This close up, it was certain that she was uncannily similar to Cosette in certain ways. Her leg up and over Earl, heel resting on the head of the chair, it was also clear that there were differences. Cosette was a dog, but the Madame, the owner of the club, was a wolf. "The name's Donna. Can I help you?" she smiled, licking her lips.

 

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Earl fought back the panic attack, his red reptilian eye followed that leg back down to its point of origin inadvertently. He wouldn't have minded having a longer look if the owner of the leg wasn't leering over him after trying to split his scalp in half. White hair, why was it always white hair. Why could he never hear these women. Were they related?

His reflexes had saved his life, or at least his own magnificent white mane, but it was all he could do not to grab her by the muzzle and throw her across the room. Or try to. In this form he was so much weaker than the Black Prince. Besides, with a kick like that, she would be no push over. No, this required tools of a different kind. "I was just thinking what's a fella gotta do to get in the action around here." he replied, trying to sound completely unbothered by the stiletto heel embedded in the chair over his shoulder.

With a smooth motion he reached for her heel and pushed it up with him as he made to stand, coming almost nose to nose with her while holding her leg in the air between them. Trying to control the power behind that leg. Hoping she didn't feel like using her teeth or claws instead. "You know, I charge extra for attempts on my life while I'm on the clock." He whispered with a sultry edge.

Acknowledging that yes, she was dangerous. But so might he, together they could destroy, divided they would only risk themselves. This close he could smell her shampoo...the same as Cosette's. White hair. Had someone else used that room, too? Staring into her eyes with lashes so thick the light danced upon them, making the designer natural beauty of her eyes stand out from those inky black pools of expertly applied mascara.

As Earl tried to rise to Donna's height, coming just eye to eye, she pleasantly hummed, "Mmm!"

"I'm soooo sorry!~" the canine woman sarcastically replied. Her body started to rest against the cool lizard until all he could think about was her soft, warm body pressing up against him. "I didn't mean to come off too strong for mister hard-boiled," the proprietor crossed muzzles with Earl. "If I've been a bad girl, maybe I should be punished? Or, if you've been a bad boy, maybe I should punish you?" the grey Madame asked, pressing into the detective more, his head now caught between her muzzle and foot on his shoulder. "It's not every day a newcomer comes in and breaks into a lady's room... without asking ~~~<3" Donna mischievously pointed out.

 

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Earl felt her foot tapping against his hat, his face was squeezed between hers and the leg on his shoulder. An interesting turn of play. He couldn't help but grin, the danger getting to that part of him that was normally repressed without the liquid enhancements.

She sure was flexible for an older wolf.

"Pardon my intrusion, then. I had no idea it was occupied." He didn't sound very apologetic, and his smirk didn't help. "But, since you're here, I might just have to, pump you, for information." Every few words punctuated put a bump of his hips against hers provocatively. "That is, if you're willing to, say a few words, with a working detective."

"I'm afraid my lips are sealed, darling," the wolfish woman grinned at him. Despite this though, Earl could feel through Donna's fluffy fur, a soft and ample mound gently rubbing against his hidden peak. "Client privacy is a thing, after all. Unless you got the bulge on me - " she continued, one of her claws slowly reaching for the button to his pants. " - you're behind the eight ball without any percentage." The absolute dish of a dame pressed, pulled and tugged at that moment, popping the button free. "So unless you got some simoleons, go ahead and pump me, gumshoe. Or, maybe pull out your big, bad gat and ruuuuuuub me out?" she continued to grind against Earl.

Earl was not one to refuse such an obvious invitation, and it was better she wanted to fuck him than fucking kill him. The reasons why a possibly homicidal madam now wanted to fuck didn't really bother him. Destroying confident women was normally the work of his alter-ego. But he did watch her hands, and the claws on them, carefully. It would be rather inconvenient to explain to the Doc how he had been disemboweled, or more humiliating injuries.

"In my experience, madam, most lips merely require lubrication." He replied as his own hands started to wander. Feeling her calf pinned against the wall over her head, while his other hand pressed her hip and trailed up. Partly feeling for a weapon, but also on the journey to her breasts. "Why don't we start with you putting your hands up.~" He whispered with a smirk.

Bingo.

"Of course, Mister Gumshoe," the madame wolfishly grinned at him. "Cutting to the chase, you smell like danger, and I'm really envious that Cosette had found such a gem," Donna explained. Hands up and behind her head, the woman continued to rub her hips against him in a hypnotic fashion, never-mind that she still had her leg over his head from the 'missed' kick. "But please don't get her into trouble, pretty please?

 

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He leaned into her, his arm trailed over her breast, her neck, the side of her face. Up until he held her by the wrists as he came nose to nose with the wolf madam. Smelling her this close. Was it the same shampoo? Did all of the performers use the same brand?

"I assure you, madam. I am a professional." He said, smiling.

He openly looked her up and down appreciatively as his other hand fought his pants, pulling them down enough that his blue, spiky cock could jut out and poke the wolf woman between the thighs. Sliding up against her white fur as he stood straight, maybe a little on his toes, to make sure it rubs against her lower lips.

"I think we should talk about how much trouble you're in right now.~" He growled, teasing as he bucked his hips, rubbing against her.

"I'll never talk!~" the madame playfully teased with all the cheese she can muster. "You might as well rub me ou - Ooooouuu!~" Donna's voice peaked with delight; the wolfish woman could feel the hot tip begin pressing itself into her body. She gently bobbed her hips, resisting the urge to force herself down on him and keep role-playing the unwilling informant. However, the way Donna's hot depths began to squeeze down on Earl said something else entirely. "Cosette is a really lucky girl after all," she whispered in the lizardman's ear.

"Not yet she isn't." He replied, his voice tinged with a growl of concentration. He lined himself up, and thrust up and into the wolf madam's folds. Dogs were always so warm inside. He thought as he pressed up to her. He was slim, cool, still blue, but definitely not the ridged pelvic-floorer as he might otherwise have liked to be. "Attempts on my life cost extra." He hissed, nose to nose with her.

Then he started to really pump her for information. There was no secret technique or overwhelming force. Just hips bucking and meat pounding. Squeezing her for all she had.

"Ohh!~ Yesssss!~~~~<3" the wolfish woman cried out. Stabbing into Donna with his shiv, the Madame couldn't help but desperately cling to Earl, her fluff up in his face as she surrounded him in a pleasant warmth. "I was just trying to flirt," she teased him, clenching down on his threatening length. With a hot, fat lick across his lips, Cosette's boss began to buck back as she whispered in his ear membrane, "Are you looking for a certain rich boy, that's visiting a place way too seedy for his likes?" she teased, a hand reaching behind his Earl's head and pressing his view into her ample, fluffy cleavage.

If that was her idea of flirting, Earl wondered what she did to the men she loved. He felt her strong depths shift as she began to buck back, and he wondered just how much control he had over this rodeo, even with Donna's leg forced up next to her shoulder. His face pressed into that cleavage shamelessly, burying his snout within as his red eyes looked up at her.

"Myes, bhudhnehs rehatehd." He replied, muffled by her soft, gorgeous fur.

Definitely the same shampoo.

 

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"I - hng - might know where he lives," the Madame teased Earl with the clue. Like a bit of lace held just out of his reach, she danced it just across his claw-tips. "But, I'm not gonna tell you gumshoe!" Balancing on one foot as they fucked on their feet, her tail wagged with delight as she began to pant. "You're gonna have to shoot, right into me, before I squeal!" Hot and tight around the detective, Donna tickled his ear membrane again, tugging on the smaller man, urging him to the floor. "Do you have the stones to put me down?" the Madame growled, her bosoms about his buried face humming, vibrating from her voice.

He thought she smelled as much as she was worth - a million dollars - as looked up at her. Her soft warm body soaked heat into his reptilian bones. His cock quivered in her soft, velvety folds. Even her voice sunk like sweet honey drops into his ears. She was far too good for him. He couldn't help but smile as he enjoyed it to the fullest. In his moment of desire, he forgot about the recent near-death experience and decided she would be his.

That bit of temptation driving his small venom-gland to overdrive, his red eyes brightened just a little as it hit his own system first. Heart rate spiking up, blood pressure building. Muscles hardening. Even if it was so much less than his dark urges desired. She felt it hit before he did. A hard twitch of his cock, the thrust of his hips becoming harder. Pushing her up against the wall. Squeezing the breath out of her with every hit as his voice rattled between his dripping teeth.

"I'll just have to bring you in, absolutely stuffed." He replied, fangs dripping with venom. "You won't survive this, doll." He leaned forwards and took her neck delicately between his teeth, bitting ever so gently. Just enough to prick and pierce the skin. Earl could feel her pulse against his tongue as venom moved like a possessed demon, racing into her bloodstream. Her body suddenly shuddered around him as she let out a long, low moan of pleasure, heart tickling his nose as it raced faster and faster.

"N-no way you're bringing me in gumshoe!" the busty madame struggled to stay composed. Despite her act, Earl could tell she was loving every moment of this! Her fluffy body almost melted around him as he pinned her to the wall. Her womanhood clenching down tight around his shaft, the detective could feel his tip just barely kissing the entrance of her womb as it descended, addled with venom and eager for something more. "I've been shiv'd. No way this girl is gonna make it!~" Donna melodramatically sang. "Pump your shots right into this misguided girl and put her out of her misery!" the madame egged Earl on!

 

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Earl, mouth full, had long given up on the word play. The taste of her on his reptilian tongue, the heat of Donna's mammalian warmth on his cock. The feeling of her quivering against him. Then the kiss of her womb. He grunted savagely, almost bestially as he thrust up, as hard as he could, pushing her up with only his hips. The ridges on his blue cock stretched out, making sure nothing escaped, and shot deep, hard, and fast into her belly. Putting her out for good, he grunted as he slammed into her and fired one shot. He pulled back and thrust again. Two shots. His jaw quivered, trying to pump out more venom to add to his fluids inside her. Three. By the fourth he was reduced to merely pushing against her, but again he rutted and rutted until he was dry firing like a man clicking his revolver's trigger, regardless of her destruction.

"Ngh - " The Madame's eyes suddenly widened as Earl shot her. " - yyyeaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!" With each long, rutting thrust into her, the tip of his length pressed against her cervix, making sure each shot went straight into her ample body. The fat, thick bullets hit hot in the buxom wolfess's womb and lit a fire in her belly, her whole body shaking with ecstasy as she clenched down on the lengthy culprit. Holding the smaller man tight, she pressed him into her bosom as the initial delight on her face turned into a glazed look of blissful unawareness.

His shots fired into the naughty Madame, Donna tensed one more time and went limp, slowly sliding down in his arms.

Earl grunted and groaned, pushing his entire measly might against her. Feeling her shuddering and quaking around him as his rictus grin of supreme effort and satisfaction pressed into her breasts. Finally, slowly, she slumped down, he could only slow her descent as she fell. Slumped against the wall gently, her thighs stained from their sex and eyes crossed from his venom. Leaving him standing over Donna, like a conqueror. He panted, trying to catch his breath. She had been a worthy adversary, but now the game was up. He looked down at his slick, wet blue cock and her panting lips and gently pulled her head towards his cock.

"Clean it up, before I get back to work." He grunted. He looked into her eyes and grimaced, he was not going to get any answers out of what remained on the floor. Not for a while. He sighed, and tried to think of another way to get the information he needed,

"Nngh!~" the madame twitched. Laying there, her world spun with pleasant lights and colors. But even that slowly came to a stop as everything went back into focus. 'Oh shit. That load he shot into me...' she started to realize. "You - " The wolfish woman gasped for breath. 'Shit. Shit. Shit. He's got...augmented cum!' A stupid, fucked-silly smile spread across her lips as she began to bear her teeth with delight. 'If it were any stronger, and I'd be done for,' the madame realized. " - got...a cig?" she asked, hoping to bum one off of Earl. "I'll tell..." the wolfwoman offered.

Earl looked down and smiled back as he straightened his clothes up, before reaching into his shirt pocket and bringing out a packet of cigarillos. The kind that are easy to smoke and didn't make him squint. He placed one gently between her lips as he put the packet back and snapped open his lighter, flicking the flint on wick with a satisfied grin.

"I thought you'd never cum," he replied with a bit of put on admiration. She was good, real good. Dangerously good, even. But he knew the best in the empire. He held the lighter out for her to lean up to, and pulled it back just before she could light it. He smiled down at her, making sure she knew what he expected before lowering it again. "Start with the last time you saw him." He said. Punctuating the sentence with the snap of his lighter closing.

"Thanks hon." Lighting up, the club's madame pushed the hazy-lazy ecstasy clouding her mind back just a bit with a puff. "It was two weeks ago," the wolf woman began. Laying there on the floor, her great breasts pleasantly parted to either side, only to be pushed up again when she moved her arm to take another drag. "He was the funny type. The type that was here for talking. HNgh!" With a canine yelp, a smaller wave of ecstasy jolted through her body, a spurt of thick white cum splattering out from between her parted legs. "I - I can't hold on!" the madame dramatically panted!

Earl put a finger between her legs and pressed, pushing the cum back in if he had to. Cum was like blood, it needed to stay inside. That was what his instinct told him would help anyway. He was not a medic.

"Stay with me, doll!" he growled dramatically. He reached down and tilted her pretty face up to him, forcing her piercing jade eyes to look back up at him. Slowly softening as her world started to become a cozy haze of post-coital bliss. It was in her system, and even her high tolerances couldn't withstand a diluted dose of him. "How did he leave? Did he take a girl back to his hotel? Did anyone follow him?" He asked, shaking her gently.

He might have gotten carried away with putting her down. But Donna had tried to 'kill' him, and her information had no guarantee of being useful. He might have to conduct a second interview. Later. Much later. Not too much later. He knelt down to come almost nose-to-nose with her.

"What do you know?" He growled, playing up the bad cop.

"We...we might have his address," the madame's eyes stared up at Earl, the light slowly fading away. "Maybe..on his Bèibǎo (貝寶) account," she suggested. The popular payment processor was used everywhere to handle multiple currencies. "Everything's getting dark..." her voice began to trail off. "Unless...unless...you finger me some more," Donna melodramatically suggested, lips quivering as she struggled not to smile.

Earl sighed as he realized there was a long night ahead of him.