San Francisco. 1937.

Phoenix Malone rang the doorbell of the lavish hotel suite of Madam Haversham, and she smiled at the uniformed maid who ushered her in. The graceful female detective scanned the room with the party already in full swing. She had been hired for that evening to protect the exclusive and expensive furs that the successful Haversham hoped to sell to her prospective buyers. Based in St. Louis, the fifty-year-old owner of Haversham Fur Company had dozens of superb items, including those of muskrat, raccoon, and mink. Also thrown in were some opossum and fox.

"I appear to be late," Phoenix said to herself as the mainly female guests drank and conversed in the large room.

She caught the eye of Haversham, who sauntered over with a concerned look on her heavily made-up face.

"Why, Mrs. Malone. You changed."

"Comment?"

"Here you are in a violet velvet gown when you were just a moment ago dressed in sequins."

"I was?"

"Yes, and quite the scene you made to."

Phoenix furrowed her brow and felt a shiver run up her spine.

"Madam, where are the furs?"

"Well, where I showed you an hour ago. The room at the top of the stairs."

The troubled Phoenix took two steps at a time and burst through the door to find four empty racks where once there were fur coats and wraps. The second door to the room was wide open, indicating the getaway route of the thieves. A distraught Haversham burst in and threw her hands up.

"I've been robbed! I've lost a fortune!"

"Tell me again, Madam. When did you see me last?"

"Why you, she, arrived an hour ago at 8.30. I showed her the furs, and she said she would guard them and even model them later. She, you, have quite the figure. She mingled with some of the guests, and then you turned up. What has occurred here?"

Deep in thought, the hired PI came to the only conclusion.

"Merde! Someone 'as been impersonating me!"

x

"Judy, search the office. The only people who knew about my assignment were us and Haversham. She only called the office two days ago with the offer to safeguard the furs. Someone got wind of the job and beat me to it."

Her trusted secretary got on her hands and knees and discovered the listening device on the round base of the rotary dial phone.

"We've been bugged!"

"Zut! I seem to 'ave a rival who is trying to cash in on my good fortune. Now that I've advertised myself as a watchdog as well as an investigator, I've opened up a new avenue of earning. Who would do such a thing?"

Phoenix sat at her desk and lit up a smoke. She remained in deep thought for an hour and then called Judy.

"I 'ave an idea. We shall lure the snake out from under the rocks with a cunning ruse. I shall pretend to be hired to chaperone a lady who wishes to withdraw her valuable jewels from her bank's safety deposit box. If our girl is eavesdropping, she might act."

"You mean..."

"Oui, our wiretap becomes our wire trap!"

x

"Mrs. Malone? This is Mrs. Gillespie."

"Ah, oui. Madam. I remember."

"Yes, I'm just calling to confirm I have to collect my priceless jewels from my deposit box at the Columbus Savings Bank, and that I'm happy to have you take them to Shreve's jewellers on Union Square for deep cleaning. If you agree, I'll meet you outside the bank at ten sharp. You recall how I look?"

"You have short wavy hair, spectacles, and walk that adorable Pekinese dog."

"And tomorrow I shall wear my blue dress with a plumed hat."

"Merci, Madam. And I'll be in my two-piece navy wool dress with the lace cuffs and collar. Until then, au revoir."

Phoenix hung up and looked at her secretary, Judy, who also hung up the party line."

"Nice work, Judy. Now let's wait and see."

The next morning, Phoenix drove to the bank in her Derby Bentley and arrived at a quarter to ten with Judy. The reliable secretary got out with the dog under her arm and strolled into the bank while the intrepid PI sat and waited. Sure enough, at ten minutes to the hour, Phoenix was astonished to see her lookalike scoot out of a parked Ford Deluxe Roadster and wait on the steps to the bank. She had the same length of hair and colouring as her, and was dressed in a similar dark blue wool dress. Judy appeared from inside the bank, and Phoenix saw them converse before Judy handed over her purse. Loaded with fake gems and not the real thing. The Ford took off with the impostor, and Judy looked in the car of Phoenix.

"Well, she may look like you, but her accent is pure Texas."

"Did she say she was going to Shreve's?"

"Yes, but that's in the opposite direction."

"Quite. I shall follow the Ford and see what's what."

"Take care, Mrs. Malone."

"Merci."

x

After half an hour driving, Phoenix watched her dupe pull into the drive of a decrepit-looking villa. It didn't seem that large, maybe consisting of four rooms on the ground floor and four rooms above. She waited in her car and saw no others either arrive or leave. She left her auto and slowly made her way to the house. Looking through the ground floor window, she saw the sitting room, under-furnished with one long table, three chairs, and many objects such as paintings strewn about without frames. She walked around to the rear and found the parlour.

The door was unlocked, and once inside, she saw a small breakfast room and a short flight of steps. The flamboyant beauty followed her nose and took the stairs to discover another room full of booty. More paintings, cash, and the very same furs belonging to Madam Haversham. Next door was a small bedroom that had a wall cupboard full of feminine garments, and a single bed, upon which was the fake Phoenix Malone. A curious discovery to find indeed. An auburn wig hung from one bedpost revealing the imposter to be a raven-haired bitch.

"Bonsoir, Mademoiselle."

"Damn! How did you get here? Did you follow me?"

"Naturellement. You seem to be as dumb as I look."

The girl in her camisole sat up and pleaded innocence.

"Look, you gotta believe me. I didn't wanna do it, they made me"

"Who are they? Tell me all their names. Starting with yours."

"My name is Pearl, and I..."

Phoenix cursed herself when her look-alike came at her swiftly and put her palm to her face to give her a brutal shove. The normally graceful French beauty was catapulted to the rug, and she shrieked when the half-dressed tigress encircled her throat and thrust a knee in her crotch. The PI struggled for supremacy and rolled the pair so she could get the upper hand. She straddled her foe and dug her fingers in Pearl's tits and scissored her legs about her waist. Pearl kicked out and swore bloody murder in desperation, but in the brief flurry, the female PI kept her stance until her double weakened beneath her.

"I didn't ask for a fight, but I shall finish this if necessary."

"Very well. You win, you French bitch!"

Phoenix paused and then stood over the beaten imposter like a goddess. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a Persian rug with strands of thin rope around it. She untied it and tested the ropes.

"I'm going to tie you up until the gang returns. Who can I expect?"

As Phoenix twined the rope around Pearl's ankles, she got her answer.

"Lester is the brains of the outfit. He suggested that I look a lot like you and came up with the idea of using that for gain. Then there is Butch and Spike, the muscle."

With deft hands, Phoenix secured the girl's hands together and then tied a scarf around her face to muffle her. Pearl was then bundled into the wardrobe, and Phoenix put a finger to her lips for silence. She telephoned SFPD and connected with the private number of her new friend, Detective Antoni Grabowski, and related the scenario to him. Once she was assured he would be on his way as soon as possible, she sat on the bed and lit one up. An hour later, an auto was heard to pull up, and the doors slammed shut, indicating the return of her adversaries. She planned to take things as they came and try to bluff her way out.

"Pearl? Are you in there?"

"Oui, er, yes."

Three badly dressed figures entered with one of them leading the way. Lester was a large man, round and chubby. His dark hair was parted in the middle and flattened to his scalp with oil. He was flanked by the other two, who leered at her with wet lips.

"Still dressed like Malone, eh? Kinky. Get the gems, doll?"

Phoenix looked around and saw the same bag that she had given Judy with the paste.

"There."

Lester grabbed the bag and looked inside. He seemed pleased and smiled broadly.

"Aces, what a haul. You done a good job, Pearl. And now you can enjoy your usual jollies with the boys."

"What?"
She stood up abruptly with a sense of trepidation as she felt the two goons on either side of her. In a trice, they had their dicks out and were jerking off furiously. Spike had a particularly large appendage. It must have been about eight inches fully erect, of an equally impressive girth. Butch had an odd knob with a kink in the middle of his shaft so that it veered to the left a tad.

"You know, get your rocks off with the boys. We know you like a bit of rough. They're yours."

"Come on, honey. Get 'em off!"

Spike took the bottom of her powder blue sweater and yanked it off over her head, revealing her lace bra. With a final pull, he tugged it up just as Butch swooped lower caressing her hips and lifting her skirt. He cupped her exposed undies as she squirmed on her heels. What a perverse gang! She quickly judged the thugs' bulky frames, decided they were too big for her to deal with violently, and went along for the ride.

"Alors!"

Phoenix gasped when her underwear was ripped away from her loins.

"Ooh! Love that kinky French lingo. More!"

"Connard!"

Busy fingers moved up and down her quim, tracing the outline of her pussy before one stubby digit dragged upward and sank inside her vulva. Spike removed her bra and two grubby mitts gathered in her breasts and pushed them together to make one big tit. Phoenix tilted her head up as a slathering tongue left wet streaks all over her globes.

"You three! I'll leave you to it."

Lester left the room, and the goons dropped their strides and all three fell onto the bed. Phoenix moaned piteously as the pair of groaning no-gooders pawed her naked form with an unhealthy urgency. The ex-model, now consulting detective, wriggled and writhed under the concentrated assault. Up and around her tits went one, dribbling and slathering in his ardour, and stubby fingers dragged over her mons.

"Suck on this, babe. I know you love it."

Spike wagged his bone in her face, and the musky scent from his groin assailed her nostrils. In an unexpected twist, Phoenix felt a frisson of a thrill as she pursed her lips over the bloated cock head. His knob had a salty taste and she salivated to water it down. Butch left her moistening pussy and left her dangling as he too offered up his meat.

"Share and share alike, toots."

He turned her head to her left and she let his dick into her mouth. As she held each cock in her fists she switched between the two as her tingling wetness seeped out of her aching muff. She came up for air and looked each villain in the eyes.

"Fuck me," she ordered as the saucy vixen passed that point of no return.

"You got it, tiger."

Butch rubbed his dick and as she stretched out on her back he went for it and pushed forward. Her pussy took his length and the odd kink in his shaft meant that the angle of penetration felt different. As he began to screw her to the bed, Spike lay on his side so that she could still suck on him. The French beauty hummed on him as she bounced beneath the bulk of the other thug. This must have been a well-rehearsed tryst as the two synchronized their pumping motions. As one
slid in and out of her mouth, the other pounds her with corkscrew thrusts.

"Fuck me, Pearl. You're tight muff is driving me nuts!"

"Here, let me have a go."

They traded places and Phoenix felt her pussy stretch as the well-hung Spike drove up inside her dripping cunt. In her cock crazed lust, the horny brunette loosened her throat and let Butch slide deeper into her mouth until her cute nose was up against his hairy stomach. He roughly grabbed her head and pushed her onto his cock, moving his hips so that he could hit the roof of her mouth.

"Gee whizz! It's like fucking a new woman. Take it. Take it all, slut."

Spike pulled his cock from her tight pussy and spun his wrist.

"Get yourself on top of his cock."

Phoenix inhaled deeply and fluffed up her tousled locks. She climbed into his lap and as she sank onto his
hard pole, she cheekily leaned forward and hung her tits in front of his face. Spike was amazed at how turned on his usual lover was and licked her nipples with a swipe of his drooling tongue.

"OUI, OUI!" she exclaimed in her mother tongue as she smacked into the groin of Spike with vigorous lunges.

"She's getting into the dirty French talk. I love it!"

Phoenix, for so long without her late husband to satisfy her, was relishing the nastiness of being used and taken by these two cretins. In another seemingly usual manoeuvre, Spike let his dick leave her pussy as Butch came behind her and held her by her hips. His erection pushed up between her buns before he shifted and entered her doggy style. He wound his hand around her long hair and yanked her head back.

"Merde!" she screamed and begged the man to fuck her harder. "Fuck that cunt! Take that pussy!"

Butch rammed into her faster, pulling on her tresses to show her who was the boss. Then he withdrew to let Spike take over, and the perspiring female PI rode him like a cowgirl on a wild stallion.

"Fuck me, Pearl. You're gonna make me spit!"

It wasn't long until his cock started spurting cum deep inside her, and Phoenix sighed as he flooded her muff. He had barely
pulled out that Butch mounted her again and pounded into her over and over.

"I love sloppy seconds!" he laughed.

The notion of having two men fuck her together was too much for her, and she welcomed her orgasm which consumed her with waves of pleasure. Seeing her tense up, followed by her cries of passion, put Butch over the edge. He slapped her ass hard and pushed fully inside of her. With both hands, he pulled on her hips to force himself as far inside her as he could and ejaculated. Phoenix was able to feel the two brutes' cum swish around in her quim and leak out in a torrent.
When he was finally finished, Butch released her and she immediately rolled away to the other side of the bed.

"Hello, babe. Been behaving yourself?"

Grabowski entered the room and deposited a groaning and doubled-over Lester. The still-naked thugs rose in anger at the Detective, who instantly brought his left foot up into the vulnerable groin of Spike. The man guy yelped like a wounded dog, and when Grabowski followed through with a knee, Spike fell onto his side in agony. He then pivoted on his right foot and San Francisco's finest balled his right hand into a fist and connected with the solar plexus of Butch. The quickness of his actions had caught both men off guard. 

By this time, Phoenix had dressed and recovered some of her composure. She went to the wardrobe and retrieved the grateful Pearl. Grabowski did a double-take when Phoenix plonked the wig on her head and spread her hands.

"She 'as been me, non? And I 'ave been 'er, oui!"

Both she and Antoni laughed heartily at the strange affair as the rest of his crew arrived to wrap things up.

"Saints alive! TWO Phoenix Malones! Twice the fun!"

x

How does one join a brothel? Do you audition? Knock on the door and ask? Phoenix thought long and hard on the matter and made her way to Fu Weng Chiang's establishment with an open mind. When she got there, she looked up at the impressive canopy that covered the sidewalk entrance in front of the building. At a casual glance, the place looked innocuous and unobtrusive with a big sign proclaiming 'The Oriental Paradise' and a smaller sign declaring 'Escort Service Available Here.'

The Chinese doorman was suitably attired in a high-collared black mandarin jacket with gold trim. Phoenix had anticipated some difficulty in gaining access, but found there was none. He tossed his head back, which she took to mean she should enter. The assured beauty entered the dimly lit interior and noted the wood-panelled walls of the inner sanctum. Giant vases of orchids and chrysanthemums lined the way, dividing the numerous seats that all faced the low stage at one end. Directly in front of the three-foot-high platform were six seats arranged in a semicircle. Phoenix saw another starchily uniformed Chinese fellow who motioned her to go through a side door.

"This way?" she pointed, to which the man bowed deeply.

On entering this room, Phoenix jumped when something soft brushed her left calf. She looked down to see a Siamese cat peering up at her with enquiring eyes.

"Do you have business here?"

From out of the shadows appeared Weng Chiang with his hands clasped behind his back and his long moustache hanging in two strings over each cheek and past his chin. He wore a mandarin cap and a green silk robe.

"Oh, I came here on the off chance there might be some work for me."

"Indeed. And what kind of employment were you seeking? Clerical, perhaps?" Fu mentally undressed her as he sat behind a large desk. "Or maybe a more physical form of work?"

He waved a hand to indicate she should sit.

"Whatever is going on. I need the money."

"Have some tea?"

"Merci."

A Chinese woman appeared out of nowhere, carrying a tray and a teapot.

"You speak with a French accent, I believe."

"Yes, I'm from France, although I was born in Gibraltar."

"Intriguing. I had nothing in my pocket when I first came to the USA. I came to San Francisco and bummed around until I woke up one day and went out to seek the ones who would know how to use me. I was welcomed by certain groups who specialised in providing prostitutes and adult entertainment. I became a member of the Si Fan, a very powerful tong directly descended from the Manchu dynasty. All over the world, it has spread. Its western headquarters are here in San Francisco. After a long struggle, I have now established my own business. Once I had the ideal premises, I quickly built up a good clientele. We are discreet and maintain a good rapport with the Police Department."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes. I have the cops in my pocket by paying them off to keep my business flourishing. Why, when the police conduct raids on my establishment, no one is arrested. They merely eat my caviar, drink my champagne, and have it away with the girls. They call me Doctor Syn."

"How do I fit in?"

"We are endeavouring to graduate from using just Oriental girls to broaden our horizons." The man rose in his floor-length robe and clapped his claw-like hands. "Come back at eight this evening. We shall size you up."

x

It had been a slow month for business, so when her secretary, Judy Morris, announced the arrival of Detective Antoni Grabowski of SFPD, Phoenix welcomed the distraction.

"Phoenix, are you free at this moment?"

"Anytime for you, Antoni. Judy? A cup of coffee for the Detective."

"Thanks. So, how have you been keeping?"

"Fine, and you?"

"Ha! Still trying to keep San Francisco on the straight and narrow. Which brings me to my point." Judy set down a cup, and the fair-haired cop lit one up.

Antoni thought the office had gone through a makeover with furnishings that were a mix of the old and the new. A picture of his deceased friend and husband of Phoenix, Jack Malone, hung on the wall behind her. A brightly coloured carpet covered the floor now, and there were three chairs in the room beside the desk and a leather chair in which the radiant Frenchwoman sat. The desk looked fairly tidy with a back telephone, a disarray of papers, and a well-used battleship grey ashtray.

"I have two problems. Number one is the fact that I cannot get a break in closing down the biggest and most successful brothel in the City. I send in my boys and they don't come back for hours as they indulge themselves in the attention of all the pretty women therein."

Phoenix sat back in her leather upholstered chair, and she too lit a cigarette.

"Too much temptation, non?"

"Precisely. I'd go myself, but Fu Weng Chiang would laugh in my face. He's the brothel keeper, also known as Doctor Syn."

"And the second problem?"

"Much more personal. State Senator Haldeman believes his errant daughter of eighteen has joined the company, becoming an Asian Moll."

"Comment?"

"A hooker, a Sally, a tart."

"Ah, la putain."

Antoni settled himself in the chair.

"He tries to be a good father, I like him, but he is widowed, and the girl perhaps needs the maternal guidance which she should have had. The plain fact is, Phoenix, that the girl may have become involved not only with sexual favours, but even worse."

Worse?"

"Dope," said Antoni, frowning. "Opium. Filthy stuff. The sad thing is, these young 'uns don't realise the dangers. There's been an upsurge lately in usage, and it looks like a pretty large gang, possibly the Doctors, has set up business right here in San Francisco. This will be the first occasion that I have acted outside of the SFPD, and I feel that I'm being pushed to my limits. The thing is, you can help out big time by infiltrating the establishment and pretending to be one of them. I need you to penetrate the lair of Doctor Syn, and when you're in, try to find Bonnie Haldeman, and at the same time, see if any dope is being sold on the premises. If there is I can nab the son of a bitch and close down the Oriental Paradise."

"Zut! You want me to be a strumpet?"

"In a word, yes. No, I want you to have a quiet word with the girl, try to convince her of the error of her ways. I hope that will be enough. I'm relying on you, Phoenix, to be both discreet and persuasive! It'll come better from you, being the same sex and so on. I'll try to maintain a low profile and keep a close eye on things. Will you do it?"

"Merde!"

x

It always came without any warning. Karl the fog, as the locals called it, came in silence, its chill yellow wisps smothering the streets and alleys in its embrace. Phoenix wore her red embroidered and embellished tulle capelet, with draped sleeves exposing the shoulders, and tapering tightly to the wrists. The dampness of the fog made the gown cling tighter still. A similar doorman as before welcomed Phoenix inside, and the bold female PI found herself in a room full of men drinking cocktails.

"Remember, the place is a den of iniquity. Keep your wits about you."

Antoni's advice was on her mind as she imagined the upstairs rooms busy with all sorts of goings on. A man with a girl on his arm came reeling past her, laughing and carousing without shame. Others roared and drank, celebrating the welcome news that the Volstead Act had been repealed after too many dry years. The woman came up to Phoenix in total silence and bowed. The shorter of the two had a dress of gold silk, with accents in red and black. She stood at about five feet tall with her black hair piled up into a tight bun.

"You are the one called Phoenix?"

"Oui."

"I am Pussy Willow Chiang, daughter of honourable Fu Weng Chiang. Please to follow me."

They wound around a corner to a secluded room that had silken tapestries in purple, green, and gold. Incense burned in copper holders and gave the air an exotic scent. Phoenix saw three stools silhouetted by darting shadows and shades made by numerous candles.

"Take off your clothes," said Pussy Willow as if asking for a mere gesture.

Phoenix was taken aback for a second and questioned the slip of a girl.

"All of them?"

The Chinese girl nodded, and the PI acquiesced and began to strip. She reached for the zipper, sliding it slowly down her back. The gown fell away from her slim form as she displayed her semi-nude body to the girl. Her puffy nipples became hard as she peeled her undies over her hips and thighs.

"Quickly, all the way."

Pussy Willow gave her the once over, eyeing up her breasts, torso, legs, everything. At this point, Phoenix steeled herself and set her mind to the task of investigation.

"Please to sit."

"Very well."

Phoenix took the middle stool and plonked her bare derriere on one of three silk-cushioned chairs of carved ebony, obviously very expensive articles, like everything else in the room, from the bright blue and gold drapes to the huge Chinese jar that stood in one corner of the room, filled with rose-petals, the scent of which made the air heavy with sweetness.

"Are you fixed?"

"Pardon?"

"Do you have protection?"

"Oui, Mademoiselle. I use the Dutch Cap."

"So."

Then, a tapestry parted to allow two other women to enter, followed by two gaunt-looking Chinamen with bootlace moustaches. Both of the women were naked. One had a pair of tits of ample proportions, and the other had long shapely legs and blonde locks. All three sat side by side as Pussy clapped her hands.

"The premise is this. We have one vacancy in the establishment, and you need to prove here and now that you are worthy of inclusion. I shall judge you all. Fetch Lee.

"Alors!" exclaimed the stark naked Frenchwoman as an unclothed yellow-skinned stud appeared out of nowhere with a swollen dick that resembled a zeppelin! His remarkable boner twitched and bobbed in front of him as he stood with his arms folded.

"You are all to suck on Lee for three minutes without pause. Please to begin."

The busty girl on the right of Phoenix sat up straight, took Lee's rampant erection, and let her fingers slide up and down the smooth-skinned rod. She parted her red lips and devoured the shiny knob with glee. Her tits bounced as she shifted on her stool and her hand tightened its grip on his hot dick as she sucked in the bell end with hollowed cheeks.

"Time. Next."

Phoenix swallowed hard as Lee's prick came right up to her nose level. She made eye contact with the young Chinaman as she fellated him with rapid nods of her head, her saliva dribbled out of her mouth as she flicked her tongue around the helmet and wanked his shaft at the same time. The daring PI understood the importance of making a good impression, and she stroked and twisted his shaft with her fist while she gave him a tongue lashing. Her mind went back to the many times she had fellated her spouse, Piggy, and she drew on her experience.

This man was big, however, and his prick filled her mouth easily. Phoenix squirmed on the stool as her pussy became heated and her inner thighs dampened from her arousal. The three minutes were up, and the blonde was up next. Phoenix wiped her mouth and shut her legs together to savour the delightful feeling of excitement. When all three debutantes were done and tested, they relaxed, Pussy Willow looked at them and walked up and down in front of them.

"Now, the sex. Three minutes fucking without pause. Begin."

Lee sat in an easy chair and held up his flagpole of a cock. Titty hovered over him and with a whimper, she impaled herself upon him. Her wide hips rotated in a nice rhythm as she rode up and down. She thrust her bosom out proudly and her boobs danced in Lee's face.

Since the unexpected demise of her husband, Phoenix Malone hadn't had much opportunity for full-blown sex with a man, but she reared up for her turn and sank on Lee's length, and the sensation of being speared was superb, and the slender beauty moaned in bliss. Slowly, she gyrated on him, letting him divide her soft folds with his rod. His hands found her backside, and he squeezed her pert cushions of flesh as her motions grew quicker. Within a minute, she was bucking and writhing in his groin in unbridled ecstasy.

"Next!"

Phoenix pouted and got up just as she was in her stride. The last girl hopped on and proceeded to screw the stud for three minutes.

"Time for Lee to choose."

The perspiring stud took no more than five seconds and shot Phoenix a knowing glance. Pussy Willow nodded and with that, he bent the willowy brunette over the arm of the chair he vacated. He stroked her buttocks and then mounted her doggy style for an encore. Phoenix hissed as he bent over her back and took her creamy tits in both hands. She pushed her ass back toward her paid lover and in a blink of an eye, the Chinaman was buried inside her!

He was used to screwing every day of the week, and Lee knew just how to use that superb cock of his. Not used to having a man inside her, Phoenix shook from head to toe as he lunged up into her with a certain force. The power strokes he gave her pushed her forward by degrees and Lee held onto her hips as he fucked the slim beauty at a steady rate. A rush of blood went to her head, but she still managed to hear the lewd slapping of his heavy balls on her rear end.

"You may ejaculate, Lee," said Pussy Willow with a nod in his direction.

Phoenix let out a sharp retort as rope after rope of his cum filled her up. He finished off by giving her three solid surges, and as he withdrew, her cunt leaked his jizz down her left thigh.

"The vacancy is yours. Return tomorrow evening. The wages are 200 a month, depending on how many tricks you turn. Now go."

Phoenix was thoroughly sated sexually and considered the undercover role to have been a success so far. She telephoned Grabowski to inform him of her progress, omitting any detail of her 'audition' to the righteous do-gooder. He told her that he, too, would be in attendance the next evening in the hope of expediting the matter.

x

Phoenix thought back to her days as a fashion model in Paris as she got into the outfit provided by Pussy Willow. The female looked at herself in the mirror of the changing room and suppressed a grin. Even in her lovemaking with her husband, 'Piggy', she had never played dress up, and she thought she looked comical in the maid outfit. The black uniform had a daringly high hem that displayed her fishnet stockings perfectly. She wore a white apron over the mini dress and a white mop hat that covered her lustrous mane. She rubbed her thighs together to relish the fact that she wore no underwear under the dress.

"We regularly entertain many distinguished guests at the Paradise Club, and tonight we have the privilege of welcoming Lord Frobisher from England. He is a guest of the British Consulate, and his secretary has reached out to us for some adult fun. I hope that you have no aversion to appearing in role play. His Lordship likes all his girls to be submissive and act as maids in the appropriate uniforms. It reminds him of home, and he prefers not one but two ladies to give him a good time."

Phoenix saw a petite teenage girl in a similar outfit to hers behind the Chinese woman.

"Hi."

The girl had a pretty face with a blonde ponytail and knee-high socks instead of nylons. Deep down, Phoenix had the suspicion that this might very well be the missing Haldeman girl.

"And from now on, you are Dolly Molly, and this is Slim Tootsie."

Pussy Willow led them down a narrow passage to the left of the main room. Phoenix focused on the teenage blonde as she teetered in a pair of very high heels. They came to a series of small rooms with the doors completely removed so that any other punter passing by could look in and even join in. This room had a double bed with one occupant. The very flushed and florid-looking Lord Frobisher. In the buff, no less.

"I'll leave you to it."

Pussy retreated and the two whores stood to attention.

"Good evening, ladies. Please call me Pumpy. Ha, ha, ha!"

The blonde smiled, flopped down on the bed, and spread her legs, showing their client she was knickerless.

"Goodness gracious! You bad girl."

Frobisher fell upon her and buried his face between her thighs. Phoenix could see the fifty-year-old Englishman teasing the eighteen-year-old by using his tongue to give her fair pubed muff drawn-out licks. Her hips began moving, and she moaned loudly. Whether for real or acting in the role of Sally.

"What’s your name, my dear?" he asked.

Bonnie, My Lord."

"No, not your real name."

"Oh, It’s Slim."

"Play with my dick," he said as he lay on his back.

He closed his eyes and moaned as Bonnie's soft pink lips parted over the head of his cock. She bobbed her head, taking more of his cock in her mouth with every stroke. Her eyes flicked to Phoenix, and her expression was one of expectation.

"Feel free to join in, my lovely," said Frobisher with his dick in the girl's mouth.

Phoenix sighed and bent over the bed. She dropped on all fours and speared Bonnie's pussy with her tongue. The young girl was soon rocking her hips back against the Frenchwoman's mouth. Frobisher was highly impressed as he watched the uniformed brunette eating out the blonde, and he thought it one of the most erotic things he had ever seen.

Bonnie choked and gagged as Frobisher thrust up and stretched out her throat. Spit dribbled out around his cock, and she relinquished him with a gasp. He turned to Phoenix, tore her cap off, and took her loose hair in one fist. His erection bobbed excitedly as he stared at her exposed pussy and ass crack.

"Strip off and fuck me, my darling."

For a split second, Phoenix thought it might be an idea to just grab Bonnie's hand and run for it. But there were too many of those inscrutable Chinese around to make it. The exquisite PI removed her apron and dress skirt and let him leer at her sumptuous figure. She kept her stockings and heels on as she pushed him back into the bed and moved to sit astride him.
As she did so, she felt his bell end part her folds and pop inside her dampness.

"Oh, that feels splendid," purred Frobisher as his hands moved to her hips so that he could push her down on his pole.

The smouldering babe put her hands on his chest for leverage and began to ride him harder and faster, and he chuckled at the sight of her bouncing tits. He wasn't blessed with a big dick but Phoenix welcomed the feel of a man inside her for a change.

"Time for a switch, come on, my sweet."

The young blonde had removed her maid's dress and was left in nothing but her cute white socks. He dived on top of her and began thrusting in and out of her. She was lovely and wet, and her ripe pussy was tight too.

"Oh, yes! Oh, My Lord! What a big dick. Fuck me, fuck me, oh, fuck me!" Definitely acting, thought Phoenix as she looked on from one side. "Yes, Pumpy! Don’t stop, don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!"

"You little minx! You're such a dirty talker. Suck on this."

Pumpy pulled out and sat astride the panting girl with his cock in his fist. She grabbed it and took it in her mouth, sucking and slurping, and running her tongue around the head.

"Oh, you fucking sexy little slut."

He pulled out of her mouth and he splattered her heaving tits.

"Lovely, lovely," he intoned over and over."

He collapsed on the bed, and Bonnie got up and joined Phoenix.

"I know you. You're Bonnie Haldeman."

"How do you know who I am?"

"I'm Phoenix Malone, and I've been sent in to help you escape this life."

Bonnie looked at the naked woman and burst into tears.

"I've been such a fool. I don't know what possessed me to come here. And now I can never leave."

"We're leaving. I need a little help from a friend."

Phoenix wondered, hoped that Antoni was present in the club. Just then Pussy Willow appeared and motioned for the two to follow her. They left the English Lord in a sweaty heap and negotiated another narrow passage and then down some stone steps. They entered a cool chamber and saw Fu Weng Chiang himself standing in the shadows. Phoenix stepped back a pace in shock at the sight of Grabowski stripped naked and tied to a wooden chair with several strands of rough rope around his wrists, and more around his waist to hold his torso firmly against the back of the seat. He had a black cloth over his head and when it was ripped away the fair-haired hunk blinked and focused on the brunette and the blonde who were stark bollock naked.

"Ah, so that's how it is," he coughed.

For Detective Antoni Grabowski, the satisfaction of catching the bad guys was the only thing that made the hassles of his work worthwhile. Nothing thrilled him more than getting the latest collar and removing him from the streets. He had joined the force immediately out of high school nearly fifteen years ago, and during those times, he had married and been divorced twice. He worked himself up through the ranks to become one of the cleanest Detectives on the force, and his hard-earned muscular physique matched that impressive achievement.

For a few months, he had been investigating the drug trade that seemed to emanate from Chiang's joint, and the increase in the availability of opium led him to believe there was cause for concern. With the help of Phoenix Malone, he hoped to gain some evidence to back his claim. He had spent a good two hours in the brothel and had considered calling for backup, but would they come?

"Evening, ladies. How are you bearing up?"

Phoenix quivered in the buff as she looked the handsome chap all over. This was not the first time she had seen him tied and nude, and the memory of the Nazi sympathiser Robertson making him a reluctant captive came flooding back.

(See part 3)

What a body! His smooth torso glistened with sweat, and his biceps flexed as he tried to free his bound arms. As he looked upon Phoenix and Bonnie his flaccid cock began to arise all by itself. Fu Weng Chiang came between the ladies and the bound cop.

"It appears that the SFPD's finest sought to busy themselves with searching the premises without a warrant. When my men confronted the Detective, he was forceful and used unnecessary fisticuffs. We do not tolerate this sort of behaviour, and we also wonder if he didn't have some, shall we say, confederates on the inside."

Phoenix merely shrugged, and Bonnie looked completely bamboozled.

"Pussy!" The fiendish Chinaman called for his daughter who popped up in a flash. In her hand, she held a feather duster. "In China, we have a saying that says different locks require different keys. To extract information from this gentleman, we shall use only the most subtle methods. I do so abhor violence."

"Oh, you're not going to beat on me?"

"Heavens, no. We use other means."

Pussy Willow waved the duster in Grabowski's face and he got the message.

"You fucking faggot! I'm a cop. Release me at once."

Antoni struggled, but the rope was looped several times around his wrists and midriff. There was no way he could get away.

Fu nodded, and his daughter began to sweep the duster across Grabowski's stomach and abs, gently at first, circling closer and closer to his navel. Antoni gasped and strained as his hips swayed to avoid the soft feathers.

"Get away! Stop!" Pussy now began to tickle his flanks just above the hips and on up to his armpits. "Oh god! Hah! No, no, no!"

All this time, Fu watched the reaction of a distressed Phoenix who looked on aghast.

"Are you familiar with this man, Dolly Molly?"

"Non," she answered, choking back tears.

"Then you will have no objection to continuing the interrogation. And make it good."

Pussy handed both the Frenchwoman and the teenage Bonnie a duster each as the Chinaman folded his arms. The blonde started at his feet and tickled his toes and insteps. He danced in the seat, and sweat poured down his tied body. Phoenix hefted her duster in her right hand and made large circles in his chest, slowly but inexorably moving south. She had no choice but to do as Fu asked and tickle the cop as instructed. Antoni looked into her eyes and gave her an imperceptive nod.

She probed and stabbed the end of the duster into the insides of his thighs and his dick throbbed and pointed straight up to the ceiling. Phoenix found herself with a wet muff as she was turning herself on as much as she was him. She made contact with his scrotum, and Grabowski arched in the chair. He closed his legs together to protect his balls from the tickling feathers wielded by the nude beauty, but as the tip of the duster danced over his nuts, he let out a strangled cry.

Bonnie was working her tool on the back of his balls and his ass crack and Antoni emitted curious peels of hysterical laughter as the ticklish agony reached new heights. He was desperate to have his dick touched and his member wagged for attention. Phoenix stole a glance at Fu and Pussy who stared directly at her.

"Anything to say, Detective?"

"Yes, fuck you!"

"Make him squirm, ladies."

Antoni moved his hips up and down, desperately fucking air in his frustration, but the incredible butterfly flapping of his thighs and perineum was close to breaking him. So far his cock had not been touched, but Phoenix felt his ache and used the duster to stroke one side of his rigid pole. He sighed in some relief as Bonnie took the hint and dusted the other side of his ivory column of flesh. They busied themselves with brushing his shaft, always stopping short of the glistening helmet. Antoni's hip thrusting became more urgent, more desperate, and in between the laughter, he gulped hard with a dry throat.

"Please let me cum. No! No! Don't let me cum. Ha, ha, ha, ha! NO! YES! NO! YES!"

Grabowski believed that if he came, the game would be over. This was the most exquisite torture, on one hand, he was desperate to cum, but on the other, he has to show his resolve in the face of the yellow peril.

"Fellate him," commanded Chiang, and Phoenix looked at Antoni with a mix of emotions.

She was afraid of the consequences but her dearest wish was to suck on the handsome fellow's dreamy cock. By now, his prick was showing the blue veins in stark relief, and Antoni had never felt so hard, so sensitive in his life. The lust-crazed PI parted her lips and placed the spongy tip into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she let his hot organ slide back and forth, and her left hand dived between her legs as she went down on her haunches.

When she had half of his dick in her mouth, the long-haired brunette salivated and her spit bathed his balls. Antoni yearned to caress her head and run his fingers through her glossy locks, but all he could do was make two fists as his arms remained securely fastened to the arms of the chair.

He grunted as the thirty-year-old Frenchwoman made rapid bobs of her head, ensuring she took his full length down her throat. She came up for air and the young blonde filly took her turn, audibly sucking on his bell end as she hopped up and down on her knees by his feet. It took all of his willpower to keep from coming, and the inscrutable Chinaman began to lose his patience.

"Enough of this foolishness! You two are supposed to be meting out discipline, not pleasure. Finish this charade now so we can be done with him."

Phoenix narrowed her eyes and worked out distance and angles. She and Bonnie teamed up, and they both moved in for the kill. Antoni arched his back as far as it would go, and his whole body shook as the ladies licked his cock at the same time. He ejaculated despite his best intentions and his cum exploded from his balls, erupting in huge arcs from his pulsating member. He splattered the floor with his feet, and he slumped in his bondage, totally spent and grateful.

"This has been most disappointing. You two shall feel the force of my displeasure. Pussy Willow! Fetch my men."

Before the Chinaman's daughter could act, Phoenix was on her, getting the woman into a side headlock by her hair. Pussy screamed and dug her long fingernails into the tits of the PI, and they both grimaced as they fought. They seemed to dance together across the room as they remained locked arm in arm. Pussy managed to get away and with a sneer, she tore away her dress for a better freedom of movement. They faced off, both naked and glistening with perspiration in the warm room.

"Salope!" cried Phoenix as she swung her arm up and gave the other a full slap across the kisser.

At the very young age of six in her birthplace of Gibraltar, her mother had Phoenix take ballet lessons until she became too tall. Now, she suddenly went into the passé and then did a perfect pirouette. Pussy was momentarily baffled until a leg came up and smashed her full in the nose. Performing a delightful allegro and jete, Phoenix then gave her three solid kicks to the loins and Pussy duly collapsed to the floor.

"Had enough?"

"Fuck you!"

Phoenix smiled in victory as she kicked out and connected with Pussy Willow's chin. She folded and went down on one knee, and as she did so, Phoenix bent forward and brought her right leg up her back, over her head, and smashed the dizzy Chinese with her heel. As they both fought, Bonnie had managed to free up the furious cop who confronted Fu Weng Chiang with a full-on head butt.

"Suck on that, Chiang."

The cop padded barefoot to the nearest telephone and called it in.

"I found the opium stash just before his goons clobbered me from behind. Chiang won't survive this bust."

"Good."

"And you, young lady, are going home to daddy."

Bonnie sulked and kicked the dirt with her big toe.

"Gee whizz. I was starting to enjoy myself."

She ran a finger down the broad chest of the bared cop, and his dribbling prick stirred from its slumber ever so slightly. He looked at Phoenix, who returned his gaze with similar urges. For some time now, she had wondered if he shared her craving for him.

"I have to go," he said and vanished to meet his arresting team.

x

Phoenix looked out of her office window on Grand Avenue and took a long drag on her smoke. The street lights had come on, and Judy had left for the day. The Frenchwoman had been moody all week after the affair in the brothel, and work had dried up. She kept the lamps off, and the shadows played out on the walls. She turned sharply as the door opened abruptly and the hulking frame of Grabowski filled the threshold.

"I want you so bad!" he stated as a matter of fact, and they embraced without saying any more to say.

They kissed long and hard, and Phoenix felt his erection press on her left thigh through his pants. In his passion for her body, Grabowski slid his hands up her skirt and into her knickers. He fingered her snatch, and Phoenix threw her head back as she clung to him. The horny female pumped her hips in a rocking motion as he stimulated her with a rapid frigging.

"Turn around."

She did so and planted the palms of her hands on her desk and her feet wide apart. As she bent over, he tugged her underwear down to her heels and lifted her left leg onto the surface. He unbuttoned his fly and retrieved his boner, which he jerked in his hand. With her pussy beginning to drip down her thigh the cop slipped inside her with ease. He pushed in as deep as he possibly could go, then started to bang her hard and fast.

Phoenix whimpered as he slid in and out of her at a rate of knots. Her tits shook in her blouse as she was shunted across the desk over and over. He then pulled her up so that he could bite into the nape of her neck in his excitement. Phoenix felt her breath catch in her throat as he shagged her at his own pace. It was as good as she had imagined it. Even better as they rutted in their illicit quickie.

"Antoni! You're driving me wild!"

The cop grunted as he pawed at her tits through her crumpled blouse. She badly wanted his pulsating dick to shoot his seed inside her as she edged closer to orgasm. With his pants down at his ankles, the Detective pumped and pumped her with forceful pelvic thrusts as he too felt his balls swell.

"Fuck!"

As Phoenix climaxed, Grabowski erupted inside her muff, and they both shook in their respective release. They remained glued together as they panted until he withdrew and let their combined fluids seeped out of her overflowing cunt.

"Phoenix, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."

"Oui, mon cherie. Absolument."

END