Chapter 14 - Old Fashioned Detective Work (mf)

Author's Note:
I got bored and just whipped up this chapter.  We're sort of working towards a grand showdown here in a chapter or two.  

Meanwhile take a look at this awesome pic by Markydaysaid here!  Give him money, gogogo!  I am always looking for artists to hire by the way; just send me a message.

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After a quick shower (after fending off the advances of the two young women in her apartment), Ash staggered downstairs to the bar.  Her head was still throbbing and every part of her body ached --  it felt much more than a simple hangover.  It was like she spent the night shotgunning absinthe, while snorting cocaine with a side of meth.  She'd managed to shoo the two girls out before her shower, making a mental note to keep their numbers for a bad day.

The bar was unusually busy for the lunch hour.  The Devil's Threesome was a legendary dive with great beer but its lunch fare consisted of crappy sandwiches (proprietor Jack Greyfur's specialty) and old pretzels.  It was a change of pace that displeased Greyfur, who as usual was standing behind his bar whilst scowling at all the clientele.  Greyfur was the kind of guy that didn't own a bar to turn a profit.

"Morning, sunshine," the old lycan growled at Ash as the redhead wobbled towards him.  "You look like shit."

"The words 'fuck' and 'off' come to mind," Ashwynn replied, steadying herself on the bar top.  "Had a bad night.  Or maybe it was really good, I can't remember anymore."

"Figure you would've learned how to drink by now," Greyfur replied, wiping down a mug with a dirty washcloth.  "Got a couple of messages for you.  Maybe you should learn how to answer your damned cell phone too."

"Eh," she groaned.  "I don't even know where I put that thing.  Last night's all a blur now..."  This felt different than a hangover, almost like some disorientation spell.  She pushed the thought from her mind as her headache blared again.

"Maybe you should lie down," Jack noted, a tingle of concern in his voice.  "You really don't look very good this morning."

"Fuck. Off," she shot back with finality.  "Messages can wait, I'm late for Max."  She was supposed to have met the old and grizzled PI of the occult more than two hours ago.

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Westside was an older part of Empire City.  It wasn't abject squalor, but it was pretty close.  The old apartments were rundown and decrepit, meeting no building code to speak of.  Homeless stood at every corner, panhandling as best they could.  It wasn't a part of the city that Ashwynn went to very much, but she had a task at hand.  Ashwynn's headache had calmed to a dull roar, with the tincture working to some extent.  There was something unusual about her residual sickness, but she pushed it out of her mind.

Information gathering was always one of the less glamorous aspects of Ashwynn's job.  The demon hunter detested the mundane job of talking to her schizotypal informants, perusing reddit for clues or even just chasing down known leads.  Ashwynn was in it for the excitement, not for the pursuit of knowledge.  That's what Cynthia and Roxie were for: the more boring stuff.  Even the sex was hit or miss.

"Another boring day at the office," Ashwynn said to herself as she knocked on the door of a grungy Westside apartment, the number '42' worn down on the brass nameplate of the abode.  Instantly, the peephole  opened, the steely eye of a camera peering back at her.  "Come on, Max, you know it's me.  And no, I'm not going to give you a blood sample."

"What's the password?" a distorted voice asked.

"How bout 'go fuck yourself'," Ash replied, flipping the peephole off.  "Is that enough of a password for you?  I mean, I brought you a gift!"  She put on her best smile, showing off the greasy pizza box in her hands.  

For a moment the steel eye glared at her, but then she could hear the tell-tale clicking of deadbolts turning.  She was greeted by the visage of her old friend, Maxwell Flint.  He looked like a detective of noir, except considerably more worn.  The African-American man was in a brown three piece suit, the cloth frayed and a noticeable patch sewn in over the left elbow.  His grizzled face was unshaven and gray, sharply contrasting with his dark brown skin.  He had dull brown eyes, years of wary vigilance (and a fair amount of whiskey) taking its toll.

"Jeez, Max, when's the last time you cleaned this place?" Ash said, viewing the haphazard wreckage that was his apartment.  News clippings were stapled to every wall like cheap wallpaper, while the whole place smelt of cigarettes.  Max seized the pizza from her hands while she tossed her coat to the side, making sure her breasts strained against the weak fabric of her shirt.  She smirked when Max's eyes lingered on her chest.

"Your tits aren't the answer for everything," Max replied thickly, wolfing down a slice of pizza.  He half-collapsed in front of his computer and shuffled through the array of papers on his desk.  A quick glance by Ash saw that he was perusing yet another crackpot forum, actively discussing the subliminal messages found in fortune cookies.

"Well, they seem to be the answer for most things," Ashwynn replied, teasing at the buttons of her shirt.  Max was a prickly bastard, but he was invaluable.  Roxie couldn't find all the intel the demon hunter needed on the internet; sometimes she needed someone on the ground, hunting down leads in person.  And by the smug look on his grizzled face, she knew what he found today had to be good.  "Whattya got for me?"

"I got your ticket to finding that succubus," he replied, watching her eyes light up in triumph.  She had hounded the man for weeks for a way to track down Nyx.  After being humiliated by her twice and tricked into doing her bidding, Ash would give anything for a chance to even the score.  "The real question is, what do you have for me?"

Ash smirked -- men could be so predictable.  Her fingers circled the plastic buttons of her collared shirt, the white blouse straining as she pressed her busty chest outwards.  The buttons were just about ready to pop off.  "You show me yours and I'll show you mine."

Max rolled his eyes, before reaching into a drawer of his desk.  With no flourish he pulled out a glass vial, completely unremarkable at first glance.  But Ashwynn could see the lock of brown hair within, immediately recognizing its significance.  Seeing the greed in Ash's face, Max noted, "Indeed, Ashwynn I have managed to procure a sample of the succubus's hair.  Took me blackmailing a police officer into stealing it from evidence from one of those murders but..."

"Yeah, yeah, give it here!" Ashwynn said, snatching it from his hands.  "I can use this to summon that bitch demon.  Then I'll have her where I want her!"

Max rolled his eyes yet again.  "Ash, you never kill female demons.  Ninety percent of the time you fuck them and they escape while you're in your post-orgasmic haze...and the other ten percent they fuck you so hard that you let them go willingly!"

"Hey!" Ashwynn replied in mild offense.  "That's...actually pretty true.  But this time's different."  She pocketed the vial in her jeans, her plan forming in her mind.  She grinned viciously as she stood in front of Max, the grizzled man looking up at her in his chair.  "Now get your dick out!" she ordered, imperiously.

"Yes, ma'am," Maxwell replied, a broad smile appearing on his face.  Without hesitation he unfastened his pants. In fact, he was somewhat used to his female clients paying like this -- perhaps it was the reason that he lived in such destitute squalor.  He didn't mind, though, as he always knew there were important things in life than money.  'Big tits and a glass of Whistle Pig,' he thought to himself.

As the old man fumbled with his fly, Ash licked her lips in anticipation.  She could already see the sizable snake of his uncoiling in his trousers.  As the man pitched a tent in his lap, Ashwynn deftly undid her blouse's buttons, her bust popping out more and more with each one.  Her impressive cleavage barely contained in black lace, she tossed her shirt aside.

At the mere sight of her marvelous bosoms, encased as they were in silk, Max's hard length popped out to salute the magnificent sight.  Ash knelt down in front of him, pulling his pants to the floor as she did so.  "Blowjob?" she asked, bargaining.

"For the very dangerous felony I just performed for you?"  Maxwell replied with a frown.  "I think I deserve a little more than that."

"I'll be the judge of that," replied Ashwynn.  Her hand reached forward, grabbing hold of her second prize of the day.

Max groaned as Ash gripped his hard cock at the hilt.  "Fuck girl, you don't waste time!"  He could feel himself twitch in her hand; even the sensation of her warm breath on his sensitive skin sent chills down his spine.

Ashwynn took a moment to appraise Max's nine inches in her hand - even at his age, he had a thick and rock solid prick one could envy.  She gave it a playful lick with a flip of her tongue, making Max groan in protest at the teasing.

"Ya see, Max?" Ashwynn asked rhetorically.  "Make me happy and I'll make you happy," she added with a wink.  Leaning forward, she firmly pressed her tongue against him, giving his shaft a long sensuous lick from base to tip.  He pulled a sharp intake of air as his head spun.  She tickled the head of his dick with the tip of her tongue, his cock twitching in anger.  Then down her mouth went, enveloping the head with one fluid movement.  He watched in pure delight as she took inch by inch into her throat.  Even the slight gag of her throat as he passed far beyond her tonsils only worked to enhance the pleasure.

"Christ, Ash," he groaned as she deepthroated him.  Her pace picked up as she moved into a sensual blowjob, sliding his hard member in and out of her throat with a leisurely pace.  As her head bobbed away, he managed the presence of mind to reach behind her with a hand.  With a quick flick, away fell her bra as her tits happily burst out in freedom.  As they rhythmically bounced with each bob of her head, Max could only watch as if hypnotized.

Pulling off of him, she looked up at him with those green eyes, sticky saliva hanging from the sides of her mouth.  "So...blowjob and a titfuck?"  Bringing her pillowy breasts to bear, she wrapped his erect cock in them.  She enveloped her big tits around his pole, covering them in soft flesh.

"Ahhh...." he said, relaxing into the chair.  "That's better...but not quite there I think."

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"What have you gotten into now?" Roxie muttered to herself.  She was reading Cynthia's text she had sent Ash and herself hours prior.  Something about exploring the sewers and catacombs with that pussy Daniel -- a terrible idea.  She sent a text back explaining what a horrible proposition wandering the bowels of the city was, but she didn't get a reply back.

Roxie shrugged as she pocketed her phone.  She had more pressing matters this morning -- a wrong that needed to be corrected.  She looked up into the full-length mirror in front of her, liking what she saw.  "A tad bigger, please."

"Yes, ma'am," said the shriveled warlock next to her.  Master Timms was the proprietor of a rather seedy shop in the Devil's Corner, an old but rather well-known establishment.  It was called 'The Contrarian's Bargain', an old shoppe that was the place to go to when one needed items of a more magical nature.  Truthfully, the front of the place was a laundromat, but if one asked for the 'special' of the stodgy old woman that worked out front, you'd be led to the backroom purveyor and practitioner of magic.  "How much bigger would you like them?"

Roxie, Ashwynn's rather cynical and rude hacker sidekick, had found a good use of the ill-gotten gains of her work.  Between stealing money from a Cayman Islands' bank account and the income stream from Ashwynn's (secret) webcam sex videos, she'd many a tidy sum to put to a good cause.  

"Bring it up to a solid D," she replied.  Plastic surgery be damned, magical enhancement was the au-naturale way to improve one's assets.  Being around Kaylee and Ash made her realize that she enjoyed a nice set of tits, just like everyone else.  Her B cups were perky and nice, but she wanted something more now.  Not like the gaudy monstrosities that were Ashwynn's tits, but something that Kaylee could hold onto.

Her phone rumbled again.  At first she figured it was Cynthia, with yet another annoying and pedantic update.  They'd been coming in every five minutes...though the last one was over an hour ago.  To her surprise though, it was Father William.  Immediately concern crossed her face, even as the old warlock weaved another spell to expand her bust.  Ash's adoptive father never called her.  What reason would he have to call her?

Hesitantly, she answered.

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"The hell are you waiting for?" Ash asked with exasperation as she looked back at Maxwell.  She now found herself leaning against the back of the sofa, dripping pussy presented to Max as he stood behind her.  He looked down at her holes with unabashed greed, the old man drooling a bit at the sight of this beautiful girl presenting herself to him.

Max lined up with his target, but it was perhaps not the one that Ash was expecting.  "For what I got you, I think I deserve this."

"Fucking hell!" Ash squealed as Max pushed forward into her anus, sliding his thickness passed her tight sphincter.  The redhead was no stranger to anal, but Max was not small in the pants.  She tried to adjust and accommodate his large cock in her anus but it was no small task. He reached forward, one hand firmly anchoring itself in her hair to give himself more leverage.  Her entire body shuddered with each thrust, her tits half-flopping back into her face.

Ash had made these weekly visits to Maxwell's office/abode for a decade now.  Initially, she was just a young schoolgirl looking to learn the ways of deductive reasoning and good ol' fashioned detective work.  Her adoptive father thought Maxwell would be a good teacher when it came to the more investigative side of demon hunting.  What the old man didn't know was that the PI was more than happy to do so while railing the young girl's cunt by the hour.

"Fuck, Ash," Maxwell murmured.  With one hand tugging at her hair, the other softly slid over the curve of her ass, giving the plump flesh a squeeze.  "How the fuck are you always so tight?"

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Ash replied.  Her breathing was becoming heavy as her body warmed to the anal intrusion.  "What are you suggesting?"

"I mean...I am something of a detective," came the response.  "How many have you fucked in the last week?  Ten?  Twenty?"

"Ugh, I don't keep count," she replied through gritted teeth.  

*SMACK*  Maxwell's hand came down hard on Ashwynn's ass, the redhead yelping in pain.  "Lesson 48, remember?  Attention to detail will save your skin.  Now, how many have you fucked in the last week?"

Ashwynn grumbled in annoyance, even as he kept up his steady rhythm from behind.  "In the last seven days...thirty two blowjobs, nine handjobs, fifteen titfucks, one footjob, forty one in the pussy and three in the ass...between fifty two different men.  Also, eleven women."  She was silently thankful that it had been a fairly quiet week - her normal average was probably much higher.

Maxwell whistled in mock respect.  "Like I said...not sure how you stay so tight."

"Fuck off old man," Ashwynn grumbled ('I'm trying' was his reply) as something caught her eye.  Her phone had fallen out of her coat, buzzing in silent mode as Roxie was calling her.  She reached down, even as Max picked up his pace.  

'Seventeen missed calls' it read as she looked it over.  "Huh, must be something important," she murmured.  Without thinking she answered the phone.  "What's up, Rox?"

"Seriously?!" Maxwell exclaimed as Ash put her phone to ear.  Somewhat out of embarrassment, he began to buck his hips harder, driving his fat cock into her ass with more force and quickening speed.  He didn't like the thought that his sizable cock wasn't enough to keep her attention.

"Uh!  Uh!  Ah! Yes, I'm listening!  Ah!  No...of course I'm not doing that while...AH!...I talk to you!" she managed.

If Max could see Ash's face, then he would've seen her face fall at the words she was hearing.  Of course, all he was really concentrating on was the tight squeeze of her ass around his cock and the sight of her butt jiggling every time he slammed into her.

"What the hell do you mean -- FUCK!" Ash cried out after a final hard thrust into her ass.  Her eyes bulged as she felt her bowel impaled by his length, dropping her cell phone onto the couch.  "God damn it, Max!"

"Shit, Ash!!!" Max cried out as he pulled on her hair, balls contracting as his supply of jizz surged up his hard cock.  He pulled out of her ass, cum spraying over her back.  Rope after rope of cum erupted out onto her unblemished skin, one shot even making into her long hair.  "Jesus..." he managed weakly, the old man's knees buckling as he fell backward onto the dirtied carpet.  He promptly passed out in exhaustion (and mild intoxication), spread eagle on his floor.

Ashwynn scrambled to pick the phone back up, half-yelling into the phone, "What the FUCK do you mean Cynthia is missing?"