DNA Valkyrie - Vol. 5 - Chapter 15: The Other Side Of The Deal

Chapter 15: The Other Side Of The Deal

The other side of the deal was the one thing Widdowfield had been looking forward to most after finishing with the performance that she had given.

It had been a long time since the last time she danced and stripped like this. To be honest, she wasn’t even convinced that she still had it in her, but by the looks on the faces of those perverts there and by the way that they cheered and applauded, she could only conclude that it went well. 

The one who had to be the happiest about this was Richard.

His business had obviously been struggling without her and now that she was back (for one night, only), this was going to help him quite a bit. It would provide him with a lot of profits and the hope for him to re energize the entire business. Cynthia thought that it could help him, but she had no idea how much it would actually help him or for how long, since she had only agreed to do it for one night. In any case, this was not her problem. His club was not hers. Now that she was a full-time detective, she couldn’t spend a ton of time stripping at the moment. Her time was limited.  

Cynthia was back in the dressing room of the strip-club, and she was not fully dressed again by the time Richard came to see her and congratulate her for her performance.

“I’ve come to congratulate you for the show. You haven’t lost a beat. You are still the same extraordinary talent you were before. Furthermore, you will always be my girl, you do know that, right?” He probably thought he had her in the palm of her hand again and that she was returning to work at the club full-time, but he couldn’t be more wrong than that. She told him not too long ago not this was not what she was going to do, but he wouldn’t listen to he—he rarely, never did in the past.

“Thank you, but I’m not your ‘girl’ anymore. I thought you knew that by now,” it seemed like it was something for him to understand, and she didn’t want to stick around to have to explain to him over and over again because honestly at this point it would be a serious waste of time for both parties. The point was this was a one-time type of deal for her. Nothing more than that.  

“Right, right, but after tonight—after all those cheers and excitement for you, don’t tell me that you are not in the least bit interested in regaining your fame of before?” She hated to even admit to herself, but Richard knew how to speak to her and how to make her question herself. It was true that this positive reception she received earlier was something she had not experienced in forever, ever since she became a full-time detective under Trix. She wouldn’t say that she was tempted by Richard’s continuous efforts to keep her stripping at his perverted establishment, but he sure did a great job at making this interesting and alluring for her, but she still wasn’t there, and she still wasn’t willing to accept any other offers from him… 

“Sorry… I’m not living this life anymore…” the private eye turned her back to him as she finished dressing up. When Richard stepped into the dressing room, she was still in the process of adjusting her DNA Valkyrie bra over her breasts, so the stud dinosaur guy caught a nice and long glimpse of her fantastic bare breasts. As if he hadn’t already a good, long look at them earlier when she was performing on stage. She could tell that Richard never had enough of her and of her massively large breasts. 

Cynthia pushed her thick nipples right in the nipple sockets of her DNA device, and she was all set.

“Are you sure?” he asked her, giving her a smirk as he did. She never stopped dressing up as they spoke. The blue-haired detective erotically pulled her dark grey tank top over the upper half of her body. The rest of her regular outfit was mostly on, including her skirt, and her high-heels. The obvious parts of her outfit that were still missing were her trench coat and her fedora hat. She was about just done here. She picked her coat off the coat rack in the corner, and her imposing and extremely heavy breasts beautifully jiggled as she pushed her arms in the sleeves of her coat. 

“I did what you wanted, Dick, now give me the intel you promised me,” she was done playing.

“Sure. Of course. However, you might want to rush to get a ticket for the train after you are done here,” he pointed to her as he suavely and elegantly pulled a coffee-brown envelope out of a secret pocket in his jacket, an envelope that he soon handed to her…

“You want me to buy a train ticket, tonight? What’s wrong you with you?” she asked him as she accepted the envelope, took it from his hand and opened it instantly. Inside, she discovered a precise address. This was the exact address of a location outside the city…    

Von Drax Valley… 

2005, on fourth Avenue… 

Reading this, Cynthia had no idea what this address was for. She asked Richard for some information regarding that murderer who had been going around the city, and the only thing he gave her was some random address that would lead her to some town way outside the city? 

This didn’t make any sense to her…

“What is this?” she asked him, furious.  

“This is where you need to go. You came to me for help, and I promised I was going to help you. I just did,” Richard placed both hands in the side pockets of his stylish and luxurious jacket before turning around, heading in the direction of the door to the dressing room. “You should really think about my offer to come back to perform here full-time. I would love to have you return here,” his offer was still up, it seemed. “You don’t have to give me your final answer now. Go on this work-trip and catch the killer. Then, when you return, I want you to tell me your final answer, but only then, okay?”     

I already told you my final answer, but fine… Cynthia thought, keeping her mouth shut…