The evil scientist, Manuel Felacio sat in his massive leather chair, behind a heavy oak desk, with thick panelling around the sides. Under the desk knelt a young twenty-something woman, bobbing up and down on his cock. Her tongue lapped and swirled around the scientist's throbbing member as she took him down her throat again and again, her gag reflex a distant memory as she swallowed him down with ease, nose pressing against Dr Felacio's neat pubic hair each time. The scientist started panting and thrusting up against her pretty face. Sensing he was about to cum, the woman increased the pace of her sucking, until Dr Felacio let out a moan of pleasure, grabbed the back of her head, grasping her platinum blonde hair and ejaculated deep inside the woman's throat. He leant back in his deep chair with a sigh of satisfaction, revelling in his post-orgasmic bliss as the woman licked his still engorged cock clean. He patted her head and almost purred,
"Good girl, Candi, you've learnt what I like very fast."
"Thank you Dr Felacio, you know I always try my bestest to make you happy," giggled Candi, as she wiped some of the cum from off her lips.
"Now go and clean yourself up and put some clothes on, I've got work to do" ordered Dr Felacio.
"Yes, Dr Felacio, I'm going to make myself sooo pretty for you!" Said Candi, excitedly, tottering off to her room in her ridiculous pink high heels. Dr Felacio zipped up his trousers, buttoned up his lab coat and smiled as he walked over to the huge console in the middle of the room. He was about to put his plan into action.
Scarlett and Natalie were two private investigators in London, they owned their own PI business together and had amassed an impressive wealth of contacts and information through the years. Despite being young, at just 26 and 27 respectively, they had made a name for themselves in the world of private investigation for both their efficiency and discretion. This had allowed them to quickly progress from checking that paranoid housewives' husbands weren't having affairs behind their backs to far juicier cases, financed by far more influential people. They were also bisexual futas, born with a penis and a vagina. They had struggled with relationships their entire lives, both men and women only fulfilling half of their needs and their 'dual equipment' scaring off some partners. When they met each other on a private investigation training course, they felt an immediate attraction to each other and went round the back of the building to fuck.
When they found out the other had a cock as well, they felt like their dreams had come true and engaged in instinctive, animalistic fucking, trying out all the things they'd always imagined, but never thought they'd ever get to do. Anyway, they loved working and living together and only became happier the more successful they became. They worked alongside a crack team, which they had assembled over the years, comprised of Sabine, a well travelled woman of French origin and Tanisha, a highly intelligent black woman. Sabine was fluent in six different languages, which allowed her to have contacts all across the world. Tanisha was an imposing woman, raised in a rough neighbourhood, meaning she knew how to get information on the street.
Another reason that they were so happy was that they were both absolute bombshells. Complete knockouts. 10/10s. Scarlett (predictably) had dyed bright red hair, which hung down her shoulders in waves. Her skin was perfect and soft, her eyes were a sharp green, made to stand out even more by the contrast of her hair and her smokey eye makeup. She had plump red lips, and perfect white teeth that were in a very talented mouth. Her face had sharp features and prominent cheekbones, but this only added to her beauty. Scarlett had an elegant neck which led down to a sizeable pair of breasts. They had sensitive nipples on them, around an inch long when she was feeling particularly horny. She had a toned stomach with just the hint of her rib cage showing and beneath that lay a shaved pubic area. In said area, an huge cock protruded, ten inches long when she was erect (which she was more often than not), below the penis hung a massive pair of balls that produced cum at a rate that must have been world record worthy.
When she was erect, Scarlett would constantly be dripping precum and her ejaculations had easily enough fluid to completely cover someone's face. Scarlett also had a cute pussy, with a fairly large clit that stood out. Her vagina was so sensitive that wearing underwear would just make her uncontrollably horny, so she just went without. Scarlett had a rounded, muscular ass, honed by hours in the gym and toned legs with impressive calves, accentuated by the sexy high heels she always wore. Natalie had black hair with blue eyes and was a bit more tanned than Scarlett. She also had softer features, and large eyes, which gave her a more innocent look (although you couldn't describe either one as completely innocent). Their bodies were very similar, but Natalie had the larger, plumper ass and Scarlett had the bigger tits.
One of their more high profile cases sat in front of them today in the form of a woman who was looking for her missing daughter. She was Mrs Thomkins, a widow and the heiress of a massive fortune which had been in her family for years. She sat in front of the two investigators in her classy clothes, struggling to keep her composure as she told Scarlett and Natalie about her situation.
In summary, a week ago, her daughter, Candice disappeared, her window was found open in the morning and there wasn't a trace of her. Apparently the police didn't seem to be very worried, they thought that she had just run away from her over-protective mother (she was 20 after all). Scarlett and Natalie promised to do everything in their power to find Candice and Mrs Thomkins paid them double their usual rate to ensure they did so.
Natalie showed out Mrs Thomkins, as Scarlett sat down at her computer and began trawling through police records for anything that could make the case a bit easier. She pulled up a list of all the missing persons from around the world in the past year, the most recent of which was of course Candice, and began scrolling down. Very quickly, Scarlett saw a pattern begin to emerge: every three months to the day, a young woman would go missing and they were all fucking hot. She looked further into the records and found that this process had been going on for two and a half years - ten women had been taken, following the same pattern. "Come and look at this" said Scarlett, not looking up from the screen. Natalie walked over and analysed what was on the computer,
"what am I looking at?" She asked, unable to piece together what Scarlett had figured out