Velvet Ice Case No. 01

WHEN Velvet Ice took the main stage none of the guys missed it. She was the most popular girl at the Kitty Galore club. Her body might as well have been perfect, lithe and slender but still sporting all the curves men like! Her physique was well toned, but still imbued with a soft femininity. She was not too tall but her shapely legs were long and ended at a perfectly heart-shaped booty. Her breasts however were the topic of much debate; a full D-cup on her petite frame, few could determine if they were real or surgically enhanced and she, of course, wasn't telling. Topping off that perfect body was a mop of thick brown hair, streaked with blond highlights, framing a gorgeous face with high cheekbones, soft pink lips and almond shaped eyes that sparkled like huge emeralds.

That night she was wearing a turquoise teddy and matching thong. She moved to the slow pulse of an R&B beat, dancing and twisting to the music. Velvet Ice never failed to raise the temperature in the room a few degrees. It was not just her physical beauty that made her the most popular girl in the club, certainly there were men who prefer blonds, or bigger boobs or flatter butts, or Asians, or what have you... But Velvet could move her body in ways no other girl seemed to. She would twist and turn every curve so seductively and in such an intimate rhythm that she seemed more to throb with the music rather than dance to it. She moved in ways that, whatever a man's taste in women were, he wanted to feel how she moved, even if only once.

When she finished her set most of the men in the room were sweating. Velvet gathered her discarded teddy off the floor along with her envious pile of bills and headed towards the back. She scanned the crowd, very picky about who got private dances since every guy who came through the club wanted one and she made enough on stage to afford the discretion. She picked out a few guys from the crowd and pointed them out to the dj, a tall muscular guy who was actually named DJ.

"You already got one waiting, Ice," DJ told her.

"I do?" she asked surprised. DJ knew she did not take just anybody.

"Yeah, don't worry," DJ replied with a smirk. "You've seen him before."

Velvet nodded and headed back confused. Having "seen" someone before did not always mean they got a free pass or even a repeat performance. She stopped in the back room and packed away her money, then put her teddy back on before heading into the private room.

Seated in that room was Detective Jack Mason, a cop she had been in regular contact with. Velvet was only stripping to pay her tuition after all and her major was criminal psychology with a minor in law enforcement. Det. Mason was burly man and a good cop but he wasn't (admittedly so) the brightest apple of the bunch.

"Aren't you supposed to be working tonight?" Velvet asked smiling easily, shutting the door behind her.

"Actually I am," he replied, unable to keep from leering at her scantily clad body. Jack had a weakness for pretty girls, perhaps none more so than Velvet. "There was a bank robbery today, broad day light, lots of cash taken."

"Sounds serious," Velvet said as she perched herself on is lap.

"Very," Det. Mason sighed. "Chief's got the whole department working over-time; calling in any favors we're owed. I don't know why exactly but he wants this solved before the feds get into it." His arm snaked around her back, resting on top of her pert backside.

"So you're wondering if anybody's been in here flashing around a lot of extra cash?"

"Something like that," Det. Mason nodded.

"I haven't seen anybody tonight," Velvet lied. "Nobody who isn't usually in here throwing around more money than they should, anyway."

"I didn't figure," he sighed disappointedly. "But if you see anyone or hear anything later on..."

"I'll let you know," Velvet finished his thought as he gently pushed her off his lap.

"Call me first thing!" Jack said firmly, standing to leave.

Velvet nodded but in the back of her mind, she was thinking that solving this crime could secure her place on the force once she graduated. What she wasn't telling Det. Mason, just yet, was that there had been a man throwing around more cash than usual; a regular who called himself Jonny V.

AFTER her shift Velvet got in her car and headed across town, to Jonny V's. He had not stayed long at the club that night, bragging about some party he was throwing and trying to get the girls to show up, which was generally a big no-no at the Kitty Galore club. If no one else was going though, there'd be no one to rat Velvet out and it wasn't like she was going there for any extra "work".

When she got to the house, which was way south on the wrong side of town, she could tell immediately it was two things. First: it was not quite as wild as he promised. Second: it was still no place she wanted to be. Velvet told herself that if she became a real cop, she'd be faced with far more dangerous situations. This would be like training. Besides she could handle herself in tense situations.

Jonny V was on the porch with a group of people when she walked up. He was quite a bit drunker than he had been at the club. His eyes lit up when he saw her. She was wearing a tight red halter that displayed her ample cleavage, with a short black skirt, fishnet stockings and shiny red heels.

"Holy Shit," he crowed as she approached, "if it isn't Velvet Ice!"

"One and the same," Velvet replied painting a vixen smile on her face.

"Ain't that just something too fucking special," Jonny said and everybody laughed. "To what do we owe the honor?"

"Well when I heard you say what kind of party it was gonna be, how could I resist?"

"Yeah, right," Jonny scoffed. "When you saw me flashing around that cheddar you couldn't resist, maybe." Again everyone laughed. "Flash that cash and the bitches come running, am I right?"

Despite herself Velvet felt her cheeks flush. Jonny raised his beer in the air and all the men on the porch shouted their agreement. He was tall and thin, with stringy blond hair. He had a face like a rat, and she often noted a dangerous edge in his eyes. Velvet didn't sweat him though; at worst he was a small time thug not a clever bank robber.

"Well if you don't want me here I can leave," Velvet said turning. She made sure switch her hips as she walked, knowing her skirt was short enough to flash the lowest curves of her ass when she did.

"Well I ain't said all that," Jonny V quickly called after her. "Looking that hot girl, you be welcome just about anywhere."

Velvet turned, again flashing that vixen smile. "Then invite me inside and fix me a drink."

"C'mon inside," he grinning widely "And get your hot little ass a drink."

VELVET had to play nice with Jonny V longer than she wanted. The party was not nearly hopping enough for her to slip away. She sipped cautiously at her drink, not putting it past him to try and slip her something, and forced laughter for all his stupid lines. Eventually he got drunk enough to try breaking the touch barrier and Velvet could not stand to let herself get pawed by this scumbag. She quickly asked about the restroom and he directed her upstairs. Perfect! As she started up the stairs, she noticed with some relief his drunken attentions were drawn. Finally she was free to move around the house searching something, anything incriminating.

There were only three rooms on the second story; one was a bathroom badly in need of cleaning. The second was Jonny's bedroom, a cluttered mess with a bed sitting on the floor in the center that had no sheets on it. She assumed searching there would be as pointless as it would be disgusting since the door had been left wide open.

The third room however was on the other side of a locked door. Velvet quickly decided that was worth a look. She pulled a bobby-pin out of her hair and quickly picked the lock. Something she had learned from her uncle (he had been a locksmith at the time) when she was younger.

Velvet slipped inside as the door opened, quickly and carefully shutting it behind her. Inside was far more than she had expected to find. The windows had all been covered over with newspaper. On one wall was a huge map of the city, with scribbling all over it. In the center of the room was a lone table with several huge bags on it.

Velvet pulled out her cellphone and quickly started taking pictures. Then she moved to the table and opened one of the bags. Sure enough inside were stacks of cash. Velvet's jaw dropped, perhaps she had underestimated Jonny V after all.

"See what I mean, flash a little cash and the bitches come running."

Velvet nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Jonny's voice. She whirled around to see him leaning against the door jam, holding a beer in one hand. That dangerous edge had returned to his eyes and he seemed to have sobered up some. Her mind began to race, she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar now.

"You know, I been coming to Kitty Galore for a minute now," Jonny said. "And you ain't never given me no private dance, now all a sudden you're here to party with me?"

"I was just looking for the bathroom?" Velvet stammered.

"Just looking in here behind this locked door?" Jonny scoffed. "I ain't so dumb, bitch. I called up to one of my boys at the club and do you know what he told me?"

"That a cop came to see me tonight?" Velvet decided it was time to dispense with any subterfuge.

"That's right!" he said locking the door behind him and coming towards her. "You call your cop friend yet, bitch?"

"It's not what you think," Velvet said thinking quickly. "Yes a cop came to see me, he was just stressed from some robbery today so I gave him a private dance. I'm just here for the party."

"So you're snooping around, what trying to steal from me?" Jonny snarled. "You think that lie's any better than the truth?"

Velvet frowned, she wasn't a very good liar. He was almost within reach by then. She stepped forward and launched a kick that caught him in the temple! When Velvet had entered puberty, her mother insisted that she take a self-defense class, that had eventually led to her current study of martial arts.

Shock played across Jonny's face as he toppled over holding his head. Velvet dashed for the door. Forgetting it was locked she was momentarily hung up fiddling with the door knob. It was a moment too long; as soon as she opened it and started through a big hand coiled itself in her thick locks. She yelped in pain and was yanked back into the room.

Surprising Velvet yet again he was much stronger than his lean frame had led her to believe. He shoved her face first against the wall and held her there with one arm while he shut and relocked the door. Velvet first tried unsuccessfully to pry his fingers from her hair, then to get an angle for another attack. Once he saw to the door, Jonny V turned his attention back to her. His free hand smashed viciously into her rib cage! All the breath exploded from Velvet's lungs and with it all the strength left her body.

"Stupid bitch," he growled into her ear.

Velvet was reeling and gasping for breath. He grabbed her arms and pulled them together behind her back. He tied them together at the wrist with something, she couldn't tell what, then spun her around to face him. His head was already beginning to swell where she had kicked him. He pressed her back against the wall, robbing her of any balance or leverage.

"Listen just let me go," Velvet said, fear welling in her chest. "And I'll give you all the private dances you want."

"Bitch, in what world is not too late for that?" Jonny snarled.

Velvet's mind raced, fighting down panic, knowing she needed a level head if she was going to get out of this. Throughout her somewhat unorthodox upbringing she had acquired many tools most women lacked but when she noticed the way Jonny V's eyes were flitting up and down her body, she realized that she once again might simply have to rely on her feminine wiles. Even in his rage he could not keep his male mind from indulging other thoughts.

"Well maybe we can work out some other arrangement," Velvet said, giving her best temptress look.

Jonny V looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Come on, Jonny," she purred. "If you 'ain't so dumb', what do you think."

Velvet leaned forward off the wall licking her lips seductively. Jonny chuckled and shoved her back against the wall. His hand whipped across suddenly, slapping her in the face and snapping her head to one side. Her cheek stinging, tears began to well in Velvet's green eyes. She pulled against the binding holding her wrists but whatever it was had no give to it.

"You gonna seduce me now?" he growled.

"I just thought..." Velvet murmured.

"You know what I'm getting sick of your fuckin' voice," he cut her off.

Pulling a bandana out of his jeans' pocket Jonny tied a thick knot in the middle. Then even as she tried to protest, he shoved the knot into Velvet's mouth. She shook her head violently trying to resist and spit out the gag. Her struggles only earned another, more vicious slap, and all the fight left her. Jonny tied the bandana behind her head, cinching it tight enough that she had no hope of coherent speech.

"You gonna offer to fuck me or suck me if I let you go?" He grabbed her by the chin and got right in her face. "You ain't got no choice now anyway, bitch!"

Velvet shook her face free and glared at him. He reached out and grabbed the thin straps of her halter top. Yanking downward he exposed the strapless, lacey bra she wore underneath. Jonny made an appreciative grunt and slipped his fingers into the cups pulling them down as well. Velvet gasped as her plump breasts were exposed.

Jonny V let out a low whistle. "Those might be the best tits I've ever seen."

Humiliation washed over Velvet as the man stared at her naked breasts. Yes, she exposed them for a living at the Kitty Galore club but that was different; then it was on her own terms. Jonny V had her on his terms now and she did not like that feeling.

"You know every guy at the club is wondering about these tits," he said. "Are they real or fake?"

Velvet said something defiant but it only came out as a jumbled grunt.

"Look at how perky they are," he went on. "Perfectly round almost, they must be fake. Only one way to know for sure."

Velvet grunted pleadingly but Jonny ignored her. He grabbed her naked breasts roughly! She groaned in helpless dismay. He leaned in, groping and kneading the firm round orbs. Velvet squirmed in his grip, unable to pull away from the unwelcome touch. Jonny worked her over thoroughly and finally drawing a long moan as her soft nipples hardened between his fingers. He flicked and twisted them causing Velvet to squeal into her gag. At last he stepped back, grinning like a fox.

"I didn't feel any scars," Jonny said. "But I'll be damned if them ain't too firm to be natural."

Velvet looked at him dejectedly. She was breathing hard and her plump tits bobbed with each gasp.

"You gonna dance for me now?" he asked.

Velvet only made a pouty grunt into her gag.

"Oh don't worry baby," he said smugly. "We're only getting started."

He stepped up to her again and Velvet braced for his hand on her breasts. Jonny V went lower though, he grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up. Beneath she was wearing a black lace thong. Velvet made pleading noises behind her gag as his hand began to explore underneath her skirt. She squirmed and twisted her hips futilely as his hand slipped around to squeeze her firm ass.

"Damn girl," he sighed. "That feels nice and firm, you ever been fucked up that perfect little ass?"

Velvet whimpered into the gag, pulling desperately (yet uselessly) against her binding. With his other hand Jonny V pressed her more firmly against the wall holding her in place. Velvet was helpless as his fingers twisted into the fishnets covering her crotch.

"I love fishnets," he said into her ear. Velvet recoiled from his hot breath. "I love ripping them off sluts, that is!"

Before she could react he ripped the crotch out of her stockings! Then he kept ripping, tearing the fishnets in random spots until they were practically hanging off her. Velvet gasped and groaned with each tug and rip.

"Just like this slutty little skirt!"

Velvet squealed in surprise and fear as he grabbed the hem and ripped her skirt off. Standing before the man now in only her panties and ruined stockings, fear and humiliation began to take over in her mind. Hot tears began to roll slowly down her cheeks. Jonny V stepped back up to her, leaning close but not touching her...yet. Velvet trembled feeling his hot breath on her neck.

"Don't cry, baby," he purred feigning tenderness. "I'm just gonna give you what every little slut wants."

Then he grabbed the soft V between her thighs! Velvet groaned as he began to massage her pussy through the lace of her thong. She gasped and moaned as his fingers sent unpleasant tingles dancing over her slender abdomen. She squirmed helplessly and shame welled in her chest as her hips began to buck involuntarily with the molestation. Poor Velvet moaned through her gag as she was assaulted by a wave of unwanted arousal.

Feeling her pussy begin to moisten, a broad smile spread across Jonny's face. Quickly he loosened his belt and unzipped his pants. Velvet's eyes widened as panic clutched her. She felt her panties being tugged aside, fully exposing her smooth, vulnerable pussy. She felt what could only be the head of Jonny's cock rubbing along her slit. A chill and up her spine and a tremble ran down her shapely legs. She looked at him, her fine cheeks now streaked with mascara, green eyes pleading, begging not to do this. He never noticed, his own eyes only stared down at her naked tits, which were heaving with every panicked breath.

Then he pushed into her! Velvet squealed behind her gag, feeling the thickness of his member enter her. This could not be happening! His rough hand grabbed her left leg, pulling it up next to his waist, giving himself better access to her prim hole. Then he began to thrust. With his weight pinning her against the wall, Velvet moaned in distress feeling his cock sliding in and out of her.

With her arms tied behind her back, the would-be-detective could do nothing but writhe miserably. She looked away helplessly, unable to stop him from taking her. Jonny grunted, rolling his hips savagely and plunging so deeply into her over and over. A shudder ran up her spine, feeling his cock throbbing and swelling inside her tight little cunt. His hot breath on her bare shoulder sent goosebumps rippling across her tanned flesh.

Suddenly Velvet's breath caught in her throat as Jonny ravished her. A sudden horrible feeling began to creep in at the edge of her perception. Her body continued to respond against her will! Arousal swept through the young woman like a wave, turning her panicked gasps into soft, shuddery moans! How could this be happening?

The man continued to fuck her, pounding her slender frame against the wall, her stiletto heel making sharp scraping noises in perfect time with each thrust. As if sensing her body's submission, he began to slow. Then she felt him stop, and she could not help but whimper as the full length of his cock slid out of her dripping pussy. Velvet sagged against the wall, her knees bowing together weakly, her hair falling around her face as her head dropped.

Was it over? He hadn't finished...

Gasping for breath and hardly able to bring herself to look at him, she lifted her eyes slightly. Jonny was turned around and with both hands swept everything off the table top, including the bag of money. This sent a plumb of bills into the air.

"Ha! I'm makin' it rain!" he said turning back towards her.

Velvet recoiled but knew she was trapped. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her forward. Velvet had no choice but to come along. She squealed painfully as he pulled her by the hair, then shoved her chest first across the table!