-The Shack-
Randy had woken up at the feeling of Tambry's warm body wrapped around his own. She held him tightly like a teddy bear and snuggled against him in a cuddle. Her peaceful and well satisfied face almost made Randy forget that they had gone at it like a couple of savages from a lost era of human history. But he didn't regret one second of it. He held onto her for whatever time he still had in bed before the sun came up once more.
The phone started to ring, cheating Randy from the sleep he seriously wanted.
Tambry grunted, cursing whoever was calling at that ungodly hour. She buried her face on Randy's chest as he opened his eyes.
"Make it stop." Tambry groaned against his chest.
Randy reached out to grab the phone. He missed it once before he grabbed hold of the thin phone. He lifted up the handle and placed it against his head.
"Hello," Randy groaned.
"Cunningham, it's Howard. I got your message a few minutes ago. What happened?" Howard asked over the phone.
"Oh, Howard, I forgot that I told you to call me. It's pretty early here," Randy said. "Not much has happened."
"Am I 'not much', honey?" Tambry asked, teasing Randy with a sloppy kiss to the face. "I would think that after all we did last night, you'd have a nicer way to describe me."
"Who's that, Cunningham? I'm not going to pay you for some late night entertainment." Howard snapped over the phone.
"It's nothing like that Howard." Randy pulled himself off of the bed, much to Tambry's displeased whines. "I'm staying with a friend I made here in Gravity Falls after someone tried to punch my ticket twice last night."
Tambry let out a very pleased moan as she stretched herself, causing Randy to turn around. She gave him a bit of a show by stretching her arms and legs while making her breasts bounce and her ass to jiggle slightly. She smiled at Randy as he continued his conversation over the fun before getting out of bed.
"I'll take the first shower~" Tambry blew Randy a kiss. "Join me when you're done."
Randy was stunned by the woman's unstoppable sexual appetite.
"It certainly sounds like you punched a different kind of ticket last night." Howard cleared his throat, trying to not sound as jealous as he probably was. "Anyway, Cunningham, tell me what did you find out?"
"Well, the husband clearly isn't too hurt about the death of his wife. He was expecting to get the money, no questions asked. Also, the night Mrs. Northwest died, he had told all the servants to take the night off. Also, the daughter wasn't all too pleased about there being a policy on her mother." Randy explained, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Sheesh. Sounds like someone has a few skeletons in the closet. How does this link to the wannabe hatchetmen trying to ice you?" Howard asked.
"My guess is that Preston had them try to either bump me off or scare me into dropping the case. He seems to want this matter settled and fast." Randy got up. "What can you tell me about the policy? Who benefitted the most?"
"Well that's easy. The husband got half a million dollars once his wife croaked." Howard replied.
"Nothing for the daughter? What kind of woman leaves everything to her husband?" Randy asked before a thought occurred to him. "What did Mrs Northwest look like?"
"How should I know? She didn't come over to do the paperwork, all of it was signed and stamped when her husband dropped it off," Howard said. "Wait, are you saying that this is all a scam made by the husband?"
"It's starting to look that way. I need to look deeper into this and find the motive behind anyone wanting to kill Mrs. Northwest." Randy peeked out the window, watching the sun bring brand new light to the sleepy town. "I'll keep you posted, Howard."
"See that you do. I'll call you if I find out anything about this mess on my end." Howard hung up the call just as Randy did too.
Randy sighed. He was in a town where his only ally was a waitress that had taken a liking to him only yesterday and was not sure where to look for clues. If what he was thinking was right, then that meant Preston set this whole thing up to make money out of his wife's death. He certainly had the opportunity and the means. But there was no apparent motive to his actions.
Randy would have to get some much needed background and dirty little secrets from the town's most influential man. Assuming he could survive another day in Gravity Falls. But where to begin?
"Hey, honey, if you're done with the call, I think I know who you can look up for this town's dirty little secrets." Tambry called from the shower.
Randy snapped himself out of his inner monologue, turning towards the sound of running water. He ran towards the bathroom as the vapors of running hot water clouded the room. He found Tambry, all wet and soapy in the middle of the shower. He couldn't help but feel his manhood growing erect once move. But he quickly remembered why he'd gone inside in the first place.
"Tambry, what did you mean by knowing someone?" Randy asked.
"Exactly what I meant. I've got a girlfriend that works at a place called The Mystery Shack and you won't believe the amount of secrets and gossip that gets tossed around in that place during work hours." Tambry washed herself with soap. "I'm sure that they can point you in the right direction for a small fee."
"Well at this moment I've got nothing to go by, so it'll be worth the shot." Randy looked away, fighting off the temptation. "Thanks Tambry, I owe you a lot."
"Well that's an easy fix. I want out." Tambry said.
"Out?" Randy asked.
"Out of this town. I told you last night that this place is a dead end," Tambry said. "I want to explore the world and even if it means leaving everything behind." She turned around, caressing Randy's cheek. "Also you happen to be an amazing lover and an interesting partner and I'd have to be braindead to let you off the hook so easily."
Randy didn't know if he should feel embarrassed or excited by the words and actions that Tambry was doing. He could sympathize with the desire to leave this town. He'd only been in Gravity Falls for only a day and he was already sick of the place. There was nothing he could say to Tambry to rethink her words.
"Where would you go?" Randy asked.
"You could use an assistant for your work and if you want, you can pay me with a night of rough bed shaking." Tambry kissed Randy on the lips.
"Tempting, but I'd have to check your credentials~" Randy said.
"We only have time for a quickie and believe me, you'll need to get rid of the erection before meeting Wendy and her boss Mabel." Tambry grasped his manhood. "Though you might get one when you do~"
Randy hopped into the shower with Tambry as they groped each other for a quickie. They kissed each other savagely, reigniting their desires from the last night. He groped her breasts, getting his hands full of soap and his ears full of her moans.
Their tongues wrestled for dominance for what seemed like a whole day as they made out. The steam vapors kept them from looking anywhere but at each other's faces as though they were making out in a void.
Tambry moaned as she pressed his manhood into her warm and recently clean pussy. She pulled him in as his manhood went all the way up to the entrance of her hungry womb, making her moan. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her body lit up like a fire.
"Oh fuck, yeah~!" Tambry moaned as Randy pushed her against the wall.
Randy thrusted into Tambry's hungry pussy as her arms and legs clung to him like a vice. He kissed her deeply before moving down to her neck and her large bouncing breasts. His hands groped her large thick ass with gusto, like he was clinging to her and keeping her in place. Fueled by a primal urge and desire, he sucked at her nipples as his hands caressed her back and her body.
"You're certainly gonna make it hard to remain biased about my decision~" Randy moaned.
"Then I guess I'll show you some of my amazing short hand and oral skills~!" Tambry kissed Randy savagely and passionately. "Oh right there! Fuck me harder! Make a woman out of me, you magnificent man~!"
They mated as the shower poured down.
Item 5: A taxi drive to the Mystery Shack: $2.00
After a steamy shower, a cup of coffee and a slice of toast, Randy left Tambry's place through the back door. He feared that whoever was after him would go after Tambry. She was his only friend in this weird pit of snakes he found himself in. Also, he felt responsible for her after their passionate encounters of the previous night and this morning. The least he could do was try to keep her as far from this mess as possible.
He took another cab to The Mystery Shack that Tambry had told him about. He didn't know what he would find, but he would have to look at any possible lead. As the cab drove on deeper into the woods, he started to think about what Preston would have to gain by killing his wife. Randy could guess that the man was extremely wealthy and not lacking in means, as far as he could tell. Perhaps this could have something to do with the rumor that Priscilla was having an affair with someone in Gravity Falls.
Jealousy was always a good reason for murder in murder mystery novels and radio shows. But those forms of entertainment were often too simple. And Preston didn't look like the kind of man that would just make anything impulsive without something to fall back on. Randy had met many men like Preston in his trade. They were always vain, snobbish and thought that they owned the world just because they came from old money. He often felt the impulse to keep the insurance money out of their hands, but he wasn't like them.
But going back to Preston, Randy needed to find out what the head of the Northwest household had as a motive to kill his wife. And The Mystery Shack was the best place to get those answers.
"Here we are sir, The Mystery Shack," the cab driver said, stopping the cab.
Randy turned to see the shack and to say that the place looked like someone's abandoned home and that would've been generous.
The Mystery Shack was very much like a roadside attraction that had been a house at some point. The sign was falling down, the attractions that were seen from the windows were clearly fake, and the gift shop was most likely overpricing even the smallest piece of candy. This place should've been called The Mystery Hack, just as the 'S' had fallen down.
"I guess the real mystery is how anyone comes here." Randy got out of the car, just as tourists started pouring into the shack.
Randy walked into the shack, hoping to get a sense of what was the big deal. His eyes scanned the area as he blended with the crowd of tourists. He spotted a red headed woman working the front desk of the gift shop.
She was dressed with a green plaid shirt, pants, boots and a lumberjack's hat. She kept her eyes on a magazine while the customers looked around the different knick knacks that were being sold. She seemed to be more interested in what she was reading rather than what the customers wanted, but she was keeping her eyes and ears open at all times.
"Welcome one and all!" A cheerful and bubbly voice called out to the group. "It is my pleasure to welcome you all to the Mystery Shack!"
Randy was shocked to see a smoke bomb going off before him and the group.
From inside the cloud of smoke came someone that Randy had only seen in the hormonal dreams of his teenage years. She was a tall woman with fair skin and long flowing brown hair tied in a ponytail, a big smile on her face and eyes that could hold rainbows. She wore a tight black suit with a white shirt underneath and a fez hat on top of her head. But one thing was certain to Randy and the audience, one false move and that suit would lose all its buttons. WIth an hourglass body with all the right curves, the woman possessed the biggest pair of breasts that Randy had ever laid eye on and with a large thick ass to match.
"I see what you meant now, Tambry," Randy whispered as the woman pulled out a cane with a little dance that shook her large breasts from side to side.
Randy looked at the tourists, noting that most of them were men young and old. A smirk grew in his face, finally seeing the reason this place was so popular and not shut down.
"If you'll do me the itty bitty favor of following me this way, we'll start the tour~" she said, acting cute. "And by the way, my name is Ms. Mystery, but that's just my work name. You cuties can call me Mabel Pines~!" She leaned forward, tipping her fez hat, unintentionally or not, showing how strained her shirt was against her large breasts.
Randy fought his urge to look at her chest, catching her attention. He looked at her eyes just as she gave him a knowing smile. She winked at him, making him flinch slightly.
"Alright, if there aren't any more questions, let us start our trip down the weird and inexplicable! Follow me!" Mabel spun around, taking the rest of the house.
Randy followed the group as the curvy Ms. Mystery made sure to show off everything that laid in her home. Though he didn't believe that the tourists were looking at the oddities as much as the bimbo that was showing them off.
"This here is the legendary Merman of our very own Gravity Falls and its lake. Or as I like to call him, the Ex-Boyfriend of Atlantis Lake!" Mabel bent down, showing off her ass while she spoke of the possibly fake petrified corpse of a half man half fish creature. "See the legend tells that this fine specimen was once a creature that all envied. But one day, he crossed the wrong dame. He wanted her to love him, but she never once looked at him. See, he was someone that didn't like to receive a no for an answer. So when he saw the girl looking at other men, he tried to drag her down to the lake. But he was caught at low tide on a scorching day. He'd been so, and I mean, ever so used to the juicy depths that the intense summer heat made him dry out. You guys and gals know something about that, when the mood is right, right?"
Randy couldn't help but blush at the young lady's comment. He wondered if she meant that as an innuendo or if she was just saying words without getting what they meant. He followed after her when she moved on to the next exhibit.
"Here we have our second stop, some say poisons are a lady's weapon, but not all women have the patience to handle all that stuff. Some women like it fast and hard, just like an animal." Mabel unveiled a stuffed unicorn with blue fur, rainbow colored mane and a horn on its head. "I give you the legendary unicorn of the enchanted forest. This beauty may make the little ones around here think of fairy tales, but according to my grand aunt Veronica Pines and my lovely partner Wendy Corduroy, they can be quite vicious." Mabel circled the unicorn, pressing her breasts against the dusty stuffed animal, straining the clothes even more.
Randy could head the other guys around him groaning and fighting their growing erections. He didn't need to look down to see the tents that they were pitching. He knew that was happening because that's what he was feeling himself. Now he was sure how Ms. Pines kept the people happy and engaged with her stories and most of them were willing to pay through the nose for more. Randy decided to get away from the group as they moved on to the next exhibit, making his way to the gift shop and the mysterious redhead.
Randy spotted Wendy right where she had been when the mystery tour had begun.
"Excuse me, miss," Randy called, but didn't get much of a reaction from the redheaded lumberjane.
"We don't take credit cards or I. , cash only and all sales are final." Wendy didn't even look up from her magazine. "That means we don't do take backs in lamemens terms."
"I'm not here to buy anything, Tambry sent me." Randy handed her his card, finally getting her attention. "I'm an insurance investigator, I'm looking into the death of Priscilla Northwest. And yesterday someone tried to punch my ticket with a machine gun."
"Wow, me and the boss were wondering when someone would come around asking about that. But why come to this neck of the woods? Don't tell me Tambry's got you wrapped around her little finger~" Wendy smirked, winking at Randy.
"She is helping me but it's all professional." Randy waved.
"If that's how you want to call it. Let me call the boss lady and see what she thinks about sharing what we might've heard." Wendy got up, showing off her muscular build, swaying her ass as she walked away.
Randy couldn't help but wonder if Tambry knew this kind of stuff would happen when he met them. The women that he had met were easily considered knockouts and could turn any man into putty in their hands. Not a bad thing when they were on your side but dangerous if they were working against you. He also had the sneaking suspicion that they were all as open as Tambry was.
"So, you're here to investigate the old lady taking the long dirt nap?" Mabel asked as she arrived with Wendy by her side. "I gotta say, you look a lot cuter than what I had in mind. You were on the tour just as I was starting but then you slinked off to speak to my lovely partner. Not that I blame you, half the stuff in the tour is nothing but eye candy while I'm the main attraction. But going back to you. Mama likes what she sees~"
Mabel walked up to Randy, observing him like a lioness would look upon her prey. Or perhaps she was looking for a mate. She made sure to invade his personal space with her eyes, body and overall presence. Her breasts pressed against him bit by bit, making him get a good feel for their softness. She toyed with him as he did his best to keep a straight face at all times.
"Yeah, that's why I'm here. I've run into a few unexpected bumps. Preston is hiding something, and I'd like to know what that is." Randy tried to keep his eyes on Mabel's eyes but she was making it hard as she pressed her breasts on his back like a couple of warm pillows that had been out in the summer heat in the middle of a cold night. "And I was led to believe that you know about the secrets that pass through this town. I'm willing to pay for the information if that sweetens the deal."
"Wow, boss, guess he isn't as squeaky clean as we thought." Wendy pressed her own muscular body against Randy, putting him in a trap between the two women.
"It'll be out of my own pocket, not for my client's." Randy clarified as his body fought to control itself.
"Oh a man of principles. I like a man that takes stuff seriously~" Mabel whispered into his ear. "But as my Gruncle Stanley used to say, never do anything for free. But don't worry, I won't ask you for anything that you might regret or go against your principles. I need you to go into town and look for someone."
"Who would I be looking for?" Randy asked.
"My stockbroker. That no good son of a bitch hasn't answered any of my calls for the last week and he has a good chunk of my money tied up in some investments." Mabel sat on the counter, twirling her walking stick. "I want you to find him. I don't know if he's hiding from someone or something, I want him here and with answers as to what happened to my money yesterday." She pointed the tip of the stick at Randy's face.
Randy wasn't un-accustomed to looking for people. More often than naught he would have to look for the people that knew what he wanted to know. And if this helped him get anything from this curvy seductress, then he'd do it. Besides, there wasn't anything illegal in looking for a missing stockbroker. Whether the stocks were legal would be another thing completely.
Randy sighed, knowing that his hands were tied. He looked at Wendy, who shrugged at the deal. Which he could translate to, 'take the deal if you want'. The two sirens had him in check because it was either this or taking his chances with the people that wanted him gone.
"Sounds like there isn't any way around it. What's the broker's name? I need to start with something," Randy said.
"The SOBs name is Blendin Blandin. He frequents a seedy bar on the other side of town called the Skull Fracture'." Mabel pulled out a card from between her breasts, handing it to Randy. "That's the address of the bar. And don't worry, Wendy's going with you to look for him. Find him, and find out what happened to my money. And if you do it all in a day, we'll give you a warm sweater and a cookie on the house~" Mabel blew a kiss at Randy.
Randy blushed at the idea of what this woman considered a 'warm sweater and a cookie'. He looked at Wendy, who winked at him. At least he wasn't going into a place called after a serious head injury on his own. He pocketed the card Mabel had given him before they walked out of the Mystery Shack as the owner watched them walk away.
"Oh yeah, mama Mabel likes what she sees~" Mabel licked her lips.
Item 6: Two drinks at the Skull Fracture: $12.00
Thankfully, Randy didn't have to pay for another cab to take him and his new partner to the Skull Fracture. Wendy had taken what she liked to call the 'company car' which was basically a glorified golf cart for them to drive in.
They made their way to the Skull Fracture, getting two drinks as it was the minimum for entry. And as soon as they entered, all eyes were on them.
The crowd of people looking at them were all the same. Tough biker guys, hard factory workers and low lives that made their livelihood by breaking stuff. One wrong look and the whole bar would turn on the two new arrivals like a pack of hounds would a slab of meat. They kept their eyes on Randy and Wendy as they made it to the bar for their drinks, almost as if scanning for any openings to pounce on.
The odd thing was that Randy noticed that Wendy wasn't all the least bit worried about the men. He could only assume that this was the result of growing up in this crazy town.
"Don't look at them." Wendy whispered, getting Randy's attention.
"I can't help it. They're looking at me like I should be leaving town. And I don't want to give them an opening to try anything," Randy replied.
"Man, you're paranoid." Wendy giggled.
"I was nearly run over and shot at yesterday, I'm not exactly in the mood to let my guard down." Randy kept looking at the group of people in the bar only for Wendy to turn him around.
"You ever been face to face with a wolf? Like really locking eyes with it? Wild animals smell fear no matter how much you stare them down. Eventually one of you has to blink, and when that happens, the one that blinks first loses." Wendy took a sip of her drink. "The best way to keep the wolves at your door from coming at you is to pretend to be something worse. And sometimes, that means letting them make the first move. Make them think you don't see them as a threat, act cool against them and they'll make rash decisions."
"It's a bit harder to do that when you're an outsider in a town where wearing a tie is seen more like a noose." Randy took a sip of his drink.
"Well, you're not wrong there, Mr. Cunningham." Wendy smirked. "I can see why Tams like you. Let's change the subject and just talk for the time being."
"Sounds like a good idea. I've heard a rumor that Mrs. Northwest used to be fond of someone in town. Any idea who they might be?" Randy asked.
"Which one?" Wendy chuckled.
"There was more than one rumor?" Randy asked.
"More like more than one lover. That girl was a hard act to follow." Wendy whispered into his ear. "Not only did she have a few hunks in town under her but quite a few influential people and rich friends of her husband. Guess Mr. N isn't exactly packing." Wendy lifted her pinkie finger.
Randy raised an eyebrow at Wendy's comment. If what she was saying was true then that would give Preston quite the motive to kill his wife. A proud man like Preston would definitely not take his wife's affairs lying down. Maybe that's why he did it, but why would he put a life insurance policy on her?
Randy looked at his drink, wondering what would be his next move. He had the motive, the opportunity and the means for Preston but the act seemed like too much of an impulsive action for Northwest. Unless it was-
"Can I get you two anything else?" the barkeep asked, snapping Randy out of his thoughts.
"Actually, I was hoping you'd tell me if you've seen Blendin Blandin?" Randy asked. "I'm looking for him in regards to something I'm working on. He may have some information I need."
"Blendin? Oh you mean the stockbroker?" The barkeeper asked, getting a nod from Randy. "Sorry, I haven't seen him for a while now."
"When did you last see him?" Wendy asked.
"Just last week, he looked kinda guilty about something." The barkeeper whipped some glasses.
"Did he say what about?" Randy asked.
"I think it was about some bad investment thing. Robbies Rogues Company I think it was called," The barkeeper said.
"Thanks," Randy said as the barkeep left. "RRC, I read about that company, it was this seemingly promising music company that went belly up. Several clients in Norrisville lost a good chunk of their savings. Others weren't so lucky. All their money was lost thanks to those rich quick empty promises they offered them."
"So Blendin invested money in the company and lost it? Well that sucks." Wendy finished her drink.
"According to Howard the numbers were unrealistic and too-" Randy felt a gun barrel shoved on his back.
Randy looked at the mirror before him, getting a good look at the two goons behind him. He didn't need to have eyes behind his back to know that the big one covered with tattoos had a cannon shoved between his ribs. Meanwhile the other goon that looked like a knock off gangster glared at him while holding a knife at Wendy's back. He'd been hoping to get information on the stockbroker and get his hands on the information, but meeting these goons was something to get his blood pumping.
"You ask too many questions pal." Tats sneered. "You should've left town when you got the chance."
"Oh so you two are the ones that tried to give me that fender massage? Why though? I've never met you," Randy said.
"Maybe they don't like your suit," Wendy snickered.
Randy was surprised that Wendy was keeping so cool at the situation. He could only assume that she was just that chilled.
"We're done talking. Sorry sweety, but you and your drinking buddy will have to come with us." The second goon gestured with his knife.
Randy and Wendy started to turn when Randy noticed a lot of the patrons around them. He looked at the different possibilities that he could use, and one particularly bad idea to get out. His eyes scanned for a quick way out. He found one, tapping Wendy with his elbow she caught on easily.
Wendy smirked before spotting a tall man with a handlebar mustache and the looks of a biker.
"Hey buddy, you ever wonder why we're here?" Wendy asked the biker.
"That is one philosophical conundrum." The biker scratched his chin.
"Well, I'm here to do this!" Wendy punched the biker, before grabbing him by his jacket and throwing him at the goon behind her.
"What the hell?!" Tats snapped, giving Randy the opening that he needed.
Randy stepped to the side, elbowing Tats in the nose. He grabbed the tattooed goon's arm, separating his legs before flipping him over his shoulder and into the bar patrons.
A fight broke out and the people of Gravity Falls did what they did best. Riot.
The patrons of the bar started punching and beating each other up like a mob of angry dogs. They punched, kicked and some even bit each other, breaking bottles and flipping tables as they proceeded to beat the ever loving crap out of each other. They turned the bar into a cartoon fight, picking up smoke and dust with their punches. Some people jumped at each other like rabid animals, wrestling them to the ground.
Randy grabbed Wendy, using the chaos as cover for their escape. They narrowly dodged the flying bottles as they shattered on the walls, sending bits flying. They punched and kicked two bikers that ran after them with revenge in their eyes. Randy punched one of the bikers in the nose, breaking it before taking a flying glass bottle only to smash it on another biker that came at him. Wendy kicked one of the bikers in the nuts before pulling Randy towards the door.
The two goons rushed after Randy and Wendy, snarling and angry as all hell.
"This way!" Wendy said, dragging him through the door.
The two goons ran out of the bar, following Randy and Wendy. They kicked open the door with a mad look in their eyes. But instead of looking at two runaway targets, they only saw an empty back alley with a few trash cans and bags left on the floor.
"Where are they?!" Tats snapped.
"Search me! I told you we should've whacked them over the head before they knew anything was going on." The second goon snapped. "Why didn't that bright boy leave town last night?"
"Looks like we'll have to be more clear this time. We'll stuff him in a sack and dump him in the forest." Tats looked around for signs of Randy and Wendy.
"A bit of a waste. That girl sure was a sweet ass number." The other goon smiled lecherously.
"Thanks, but you're not my type pal."
Tats turned around, only to receive a trash can lid to the face, courtesy of Randy.
Randy snatched the gun from the tattooed man as he dropped to the floor. He aimed it at Tats while Wendy looked at the other goon.
The second goon pulled out his knife out of fear, aiming it at Wendy, who seemed unfazed by it.
"That's cute. You brought a butter knife to a back alley fight." Wendy snickered. "Did you get it from the bar? Or did you bring it from home?"
"Hey, quit the tough talk lumber bitch! I'll gut you!" The second goon swung his knife but Wendy didn't flinch.
Wendy started to unbutton her shirt without a care in the world. She pulled it apart, revealing a stacked six pack of muscles and a pair of bountiful EE-cup breasts tied together with a crop top undershirt. If she had any blue tattoos or marks, she'd look like an Irish goddess of war or a tribal leader of fierce warriors with looks alone.
But the thing that took the attention of the three men was what she had on her back.
Wendy pulled out a hatchet from behind. She easily twirled it around her fingers before gripping it with her leanly muscular hand. She swung her hatchet, splitting the goon's knife with one quick motion. The lumber jane checked her weapon as the second goon dropped what was left of his knife to the floor.
"Huh, your knife must've been bought at some back alley flea market. There's not a scratch on my hatchet." Wendy traced her finger on her hatchet's blade, looking at her reflection. "I'd run if I were you."
The second goon wasted no time. He spun in his heel before taking off as if someone had put a firework on his butt.
"Yep, men are all the same. The moment the woman shows off her fangs they run straight to the hills." Wendy twirled her hatchet, looking at Randy with a naughty smirk.
"You're honestly a lot scarier and laid back than any woman I've ever met." Randy felt a bead of sweat rolling down the back of his neck.
Wendy smirked at the reply that Randy had given her. She had expected him to be scared off by her imposing physique or her nonchalant use of weapons. But yet there he stood without so much as a missing beat. The redhead smirked, knowing that her friend Tambry had bagged a keeper alright.
Randy shook his slight shock before turning to the tattooed man.
"Alright, Tats, why did you want me out of town? I've never seen you, but I did overhear you saying that you and your scaredy cat friend were the ones that tried to kill me." Randy knelt before the man, aiming the gun at him. "Did Preston Northwest put you up to this?"
"I-I-I don't know what you're going on about." Tats stuttered.
"Stop the dumb act, Tats. My boss and I know that you're the town's resident hatchet man. And Northwest is your biggest employer." Wendy leaned on Randy.
"Is that so?" Randy asked.
"What of it? He just wanted to get someone that was more agreeable that's all!" Tats snapped. "We didn't even try to kill you like Blendin-!" Tats covered his mouth.
"Blendin? Well what a coincidence. We're looking for that guy ourselves. Where is he?" Randy asked. "Keep in mind that you can either tell me or my friend here can try her hatchet cutting with you."
"We just left him in his office, I swear!" Tats screamed at the sight of Wendy hoisting her hatchet. "It's at 53 Twin Peak Street!"
Randy smacked Tats with the butt of the pistol.
Randy and Wendy drove to the office of Blendin Blandin after putting an anonymous call to the police, making them earn their salary. They arrived at the location, only to find the door locked.
"Locked. Any ideas on how to get-?" Randy was cut off by Wendy punching the door open with her bare hand.
"Oh look, the door just opened up." Wendy walked in like it was nothing.
"Of course." Randy walked in, following Wendy until they came across another busted door.
Randy pulled out the gun he'd borrowed from Tats while Wendy pulled out her hatchet. They slowly opened the door to find a bald man beaten on the floor. They didn't need a lot of help figuring out that this was the man that they'd been looking for, Blendin Blandin.
"Sir, what happened here?" Randy helped the bald man up to his chair.
"Ow, my everything hurts so badly," Blendin whined. "Thank you sir. If you're here to knock my block off, someone already beat you to it."
"I'm not. My name is Randy Cunningham, and I'd like some answers." Randy showed Blendin his ID.
"But first, you're going to give Mabel Pines her money." Wendy chimed in.
"Oh, man, I completely forgot about that. I've just been trying to avoid Preston and keep a low profile." Blendin held his head in pain. "But I guess his gorillas already told him that I haven't gotten the money back."
"What are you talking about?" Randy asked.
"Mr. Northwest invested money in a stock that I told him was too risky. I told him to stick to the stocks he already had. But he didn't listen to me." Blendin pulled out some documents. "By the time he got wise to the risks, the money was gone. He's been making me earn back the money one way or another."
"Wow, I knew he was money obsessed but this is a bit much." Wendy leaned on the door.
"How much money did he invest?" Randy asked.
"Half a million dollars," Blendin said.
"Same as his wife's life insurance. I think I know what's going on." Randy took the documents, looking them over. "Mr. Blandin, I'm afraid I'll have to take these documents, they're evidence in a case against Preston Northwest. I'll give them back to you as soon as possible."
"Keep 'em. For all the good they've done." Blendin coughed.
Randy and Wendy left after calling Blendin an ambulance for some much needed medical care. They didn't want to stay long in case Tats's friend had gone in search for any other friends and go after them. As they drove back to the Mystery Shack, Randy started putting the pieces together for his investigation.
He was looking over the documents that he'd gotten from Blendin's office, making sure that he got all the pieces of the puzzle.
"Alright, I think I know what's going on." Randy wrote down his notes. "Preston lost big time with his risky investments. But that's not all, he took some big loans from different banks, even mortgaged the manor. When it all went belly up, he was left without a penny and was worried that the banks were going to take his home and all his remaining possessions. So he needed the money quickly, quicker than anything Blendin could do to recover the money, not that there was much."
"Yeah, that checks out." Wendy parked the cart back at the Mystery Shack.
Randy and Wendy entered the Mystery Shack as the sun was going down. They found Mabel drinking a glass of Scotch, a bucket of ice cream in front of the fireplace while the radio played some slow jazz. She looked at them with a sneaky smile fit for a siren waiting to sing sailors to a watery grave.
"Well my darlings, how did it go?" Mabel asked, drinking from her glass, letting some of it drip down to her prominent chest.
"Well, the good news is that Blendin isn't dead, like you thought, Mabs." Wendy grabbed a glass and poured herself a drink.
"It turns out that he was being intimidated by Preston Northwest into working double time to get him back all the money he'd lost." Randy explained. "According to some of these documents, Preston even made Blendin transfer some of the money from their investments back to Preston out of fear. And now I believe that you owe me answers to my questions, Ms. Pines."
"Oh so quick to business, Mr. Cunningham~? And here I thought you'd like to spend some more time with little old me~" Mabel licked her lips as she drifted a spoonful of ice cream over her shirt, dripping. "Or do you not think I'm pretty enough?"
Randy coughed, looking away from the small mess of temptation that was forming in the valley of Mabel's breasts. He hadn't taken her for more than a scammer and a secret trader. But he could never forget the image of her turning men and some women into mindless horny slaves with just a few well calculated sways of her hips. No. This was a woman that knew how to make people do what she wanted and was likely wanting Randy to do something else.
But he remained strong. Or at least his will was still holding on for the time being.
"Nothing of the kind. I just feel that our transaction doesn't need to be as complicated as you want to make it." Randy leaned forward with a smirk of his own. "If you want to do something, just tell me after you tell me what I want to know."
Mabel noted how close his face was to hers. She looked deeply into his eyes as he stared her down. Her lower lips started to get wet as she continued her staring contest with the man. No man or woman had fought her off so well and she loved it.
"He's got you there, boss." Wendy gulped down her drink. "And I gotta say that I'm in his debt and I know exactly how to pay it back."
"You do know how to make a girl work for her fun, don't you~?" Mabel sighed. "Alright, business before pleasure it is. Priscilla Northwest wasn't a girl that could be satisfied by just one man. She had flings all over town and amongst her husband's wealthy friends. The late Mrs. N was a modern version of Theodora of Constantinople."
"The Empress from the Brothel?" Randy asked.
"The prostitute that became empress through her connections, knowledge and political skills during a time of change." Mabel finished her ice cream. "Easy to say that Mr. Northwest wasn't happy, especially when you can't tell who hadn't slept with your wife."
"So why put the policy in her name?" Randy asked.
"Oh my sweet summer child, if divorce isn't an option and you've lost a big fortune, what do you do?" Wendy wrapped herself around Randy, pressing her chest against his back.
"Now that's a twisted idea." Randy replied.
"And since we've gotten the business out of the way~" Wendy kissed Randy square in the mouth, much to Mabel's delight.
"Oh you naughty girl~" Mabel bit her finger as her other hand reached for her ice cream and alcohol drenched shirt. "You know I wanted first bite, but I guess a two for one deal isn't such a bad thing after all~."
Mabel wasn't one to say no to opportunity when it presented itself. She lived by a simple philosophy when it came to love and pleasure. If it breathes it can also breed or can be bred.
She unbuttoned herself, taking off her clothes as Wendy shoved her tongue deeper into Randy's throat.
Randy was surprised but no less caught unprepared. His hands wrapped around Wendy's muscular frame, getting a handful of her short red hair before pouncing upon her exposed neck with a kiss. She moaned as his hands quickly undressed her body, revealing her large EE-cup breasts once more only this time showing her dark nipples. He then proceeded to unbuckle her pants, letting them drop to reveal a small patch of red over her moist womanhood.
"I hope you don't mind there being some bush down there~" Wendy lovingly bit Randy's lower lip as her hand rubbed his manhood through his pants.
"Not at all. You seem to be better au naturale." Randy pulled off his shirt and jacket.
"Speaking of all natural~" Mabel tossed aside her shirt and jacket, revealing her large natural I-cup breasts with bright pink nipples as they grew hard from the warm air. "These sweater stretchers are aching to get played with. Wendy, drop the pants~!"
"Yes boss!" Wendy snuck behind Randy, pulling down his pants in one swift move.
Randy's manhood sprung out like a mighty redwood tree in the middle of a forest. He didn't have time to cover himself when both Wendy and Mabel were upon him. He watched them from above as they knelt before his cock in admiration.
"Look at the size of this one, boss~" Wendy inhaled deeply. "His musk is pretty strong too."
"Indeed, let's see if this bad boy can breed two of the best bitches in Gravity Falls~. After all, we do owe him and want him~" Mabel sucked on his manhood while Wendy started licking the sides of it.
Randy groaned as Mabeld bobbed her head up and down his shaft. He felt her tongue licking all the sensitive spots he had in his cock as Wendy grabbed hold of his balls massaging them and kissing them. His arms stiffened up at the sensations that he was experiencing. It was almost like his soul was being pulled out from the tip of his manhood and into Mabel's warm and succulent throat.
As the hourglass bodied babes drained him of every but of precum he had, his legs locked in place, willing himself to stand tall. They weren't making it easy for him. They switched spots to which Mabel used her skillful mouth and tongue to suck at his balls, putting them in a warm cocoon of saliva, while Wendy sucked on the head of his manhood while rubbing her hand up and down his shaft.
Their skills were driving Randy up the wall from all the pleasure, as if his life was being sucked out of him. He looked down at their faces, and through their silky red and brown hairs, he saw their lustful hungry faces that wanted all of him and their desire to make him their toy. His hands moved on their own, led by a primal fire, he snatched their heads. Taking them by surprise, he thrusted forward, hitting the back of Wendy's throat.
"Holy shit~! You've got balls of steel my man~!" Mabel moaned as Wendy stared with wide eyes at Randy. "No man has had the balls to do that~! Do it more~! Fuck our throats like a couple of cheap whores~!" She pinched her nipples as Randy thrusted into Wendy's warm cave of pleasure.
Wendy's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her mind melted against Randy's thrusts. She loved guys that were a little aloof but also willing to take the wheel and still be sweet. So to have someone like Randy going to town on her was like a dream come true. Her glistening folds were attacked by her own fingers as she felt more and more pleasure. She was about to cum, feeling his manhood growing larger into her throat. Her nose and mouth were imprinted with his scent as he thrusted rapidly into her like a wild animal. She moaned into his manhood, begging for his seed with desire. But just as she thought she was going to get his seed deeply inside her throat, Randy pulled out.
Before either girl could snap or ask what was going on, Randy thrusted into Mabel's mouth. She moaned as his manhood struck the back of her throat with ferocity. She wanted more and more as the feeling of his manhood made her his bitch. Her tongue was at his mercy and unable to do anything but lick Randy's underside. But unlike Wendy who loved taking it from time to time, Mabel moved her head along with his manhood. She wanted him to cum inside her and breed her like an animal. The salty taste of his manhood invaded her mouth as she groped and pinched her large tits for more. She wrapped her breasts against his manhood, encasing it in a pleasurable cage of softness and flesh. She didn't want him to pull out at the last minute. She would not be teased like that.
"I'm gonna cum, girls~!" Randy grunted as Wendy pounced on his lips, kissing him.
His tongue and his cock worked in unison, fighting the two girls on both ends as they rutted like wild animals. He felt his climax running at him like a tidal wave about to bring down a dam. He grunted as he pulled the two women close to him.
Randy climaxed, filling Mabel's mouth and throat with his thick seed and his fingers made Wendy cum. He held them close as they moaned and grunted in pleasure.
Their eyes rolled to the back of their skulls as they lost the strength to keep standing. They slowly pulled back, moaning and sucking whatever else they could. Wendy got a good taste of Randy's saliva as she blushed with dreamy eyes while Mabel sucked up to the last drop of his thick white cum.
"My god, you really are beastly when you want to, Randy~" Wendy moaned, dropping next to Mabel.
"His seed is so good~!" Mabel garbled as she kissed Wendy, sharing Randy's seed. "And he's still hard and ready to go, Wendy~"
Wendy giggled in lust as she saw the manhood aimed at her and her boss. She smiled, biting her finger as she thought of the possibilities of what she wanted. Getting back to her feet, she pounced on Randy, kissing him like an Amazon claiming her partner for the night. Her tongue wrestled with Randy's as she enveloped his manhood between her thighs.
"I hope you're ready to take responsibility for flipping my switch, Mr. Investigator~" Wendy rubbed her moist lower lips against Randy's manhood.
"I always pay my dues, Ms. Corduroy~" Randy groped her breasts with his hands.
Wendy spun around, dropping to her hands and knees, showing her large thick ass and moist pussy lips. She looked over her shoulder at Randy with a clear thought in mind. She wanted him to work for it and be as wild as he'd been before with her.
"Only the guys and gals that really tickle my fancy get to see this side of me~" Wendy licked her lips. "I hope that you don't leave Tambry once you've had a taste of me~"
"Let's see who conquers who." Randy knelt behind Wendy, rubbing his manhood against her pussy's entrance.
He thrusted slowly into her entrance, spreading her lower lips with the tip of his manhood. Randy winced slightly. Wendy was tight, tighter than Tambry had been when they first did the deed. And it wasn't just the tightness that made it hard for him to move in deeper. The heat of her pussy was like tanning in the middle of the hottest day of summer while wearing practically nothing and being coated with a thick wet blanket. But he kept on going, hitting the entrance of Wendy's womb as she moaned loudly.
"Damn, you're tight, Wendy." Randy grunted, holding onto her hips for leverage.
"What can I say? You're bigger than I expected, also, I'm probably more muscular than most women you've bedded~" Wendy moaned. "But I like how you made it all the way inside~."
"Hey you two! Less pillow talk, more fucking like animals~!" Mabel dug her fingers into her folds and pinched her nipples, masturbating to the sight of her partner fucking.
Wendy smirked at Randy.
Randy didn't have anything to say other than nod with what Mabel was saying and what Wendy wanted. He started thrusting into her like a wild animal. His hips clasped with her large thick ass in a battle for dominance as they moaned loudly and with pleasure. Randy's movements started slowly, making it all the way inside the womanhood of the lumber jane's pussy, getting used to her tightness and how much he needed to pace himself.
He didn't want to admit it but Wendy was much more of a beast than Tambry as she bucked her hips against him over and over again. Randy had to slow her down, until his movements were free to move. Once her folds had loosened up enough, he increased his rhythm. Her folds coiled around his manhood, pulling him in and holding him like a vice. Thrusting deeply and with style, Randy managed to strike at Wendy's sensitive folds, making her moan loudly and curse like a sailor.
"Oh fuck yeah~! That's the spot, baby~! Make me cum~! Make me cum~!" Wendy cried out like a bitch in heat, bucking her ass against his hips.
Randy could feel that each of her soft folds were struck by his manhood and in response she was pulling him deeper and deeper into her womanhood. Sweat started to coat their bodies and Randy used this as his chance to increase the speed of his thrusts landing blow after blow on the entrance of her womb.
Wendy's eyes rolled to the back of her skull as she felt her body bending backwards in pleasure. Each blow she received was one that made her feel alive and on cloud nine. Her breasts bounced wildly and smacked against her chest, creating a background noise to her moans and curses of pleasure. She looked at Randy, snatching his hands from her tight ass before planting them on her bouncing tits.
Randy's hands groped her breasts as he felt her folds tightening around him once more. He had no escape from the position, and with the smell of the sweat and his instincts, he thrusted like a beast in the middle of the mating season. He felt his cock getting larger and harder as he struck her G-spot over and over again. Her folds were massaging him like a tight gripping hand, hoping to milk him for all that he had inside of him.
"Wendy, I-I need to pull out!" Randy grunted, trying to hold back his climax.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE~! Fuck me more and more and more~! Knock me up!" Wendy moaned, hanging her tongue out of her mouth. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming too~!"
"You heard her, stud! Give it to her deep and hard~!" Mabel panted on the verge of climaxing herself.
Randy didn't have any other options and his instincts were in control of his actions. He thrusted harder and faster, hitting her womb with everything he had. He grunted and moaned in unison with Wendy and Mabel. He landed one final blow against her womb's entrance where he reached his climax.
Randy's seed went into Wendy's pussy, filling her up like a water balloon as her own juices squirted his manhood. He groaned as they came together and clung to each other. Randy panted as Wendy collapsed with a climax drunk face.
"That felt so damn good~!" Wendy moaned out as the warm feeling encased her whole body.
Randy stayed connected to her for a whole minute while he finished cumming inside her. He slowly pulled out of her, letting the leftover seed flow out much to Wendy's pleasure. He fell on his ass, panting after going at it with the red headed Amazon of Gravity Falls.
"Man, you fucked her good, stud~" Mabel panted. "Oh look at your little guy. You look tired. But don't worry, Maboobs is here to make you all better~" Mabel crawled towards Randy, grabbing his cock with her smooth hands.
"Ma-what?" Randy didn't have time to process what Mabel had said when she started licking his manhood.
"Oh right, you haven't been here long. But that's the nickname that everyone in town calls me behind my back, thinking I don't know about it." Mabel licked at his manhood, tasting the combination of his seed and Wendy's juices, before enveloping her large I-cup breasts on his cock. "I bet you can guess why~? My girls have brought so many men and women to orgasm without even getting to touch them. So you should be very thankful that I'm giving you the titty fuck that most can only dream of~"
Randy couldn't argue with what Mabel was saying. Her titty fuck was unlike anything he had ever felt. His erection was being revived by two body sized pillows full of warmth, muscle and enough milk to put a dairy farm out of business. He was left moaning and groaning as she moved her boobs up and down in a manner that would've hypnotized anyone that watched her. His cock became rock hard once more, poking from between the valley of her breasts, like a nice surprise for the brunette.
"Looks like someone is ready for the main event~" Mabel pulled back, pushing Randy back with her soft fingers. "I always go on top buster. Get ready to be Maboobs's toy~"
Her voice was sultry and at the same time terrifyingly full of hunger. She straddled Randy before planting her large thick ass on his manhood. Mabel let out a loud moan as Randy's cock spread her pussy lips with one powerful blow. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue hung out. Her face burnt up with pleasure as she got used to having a womb punching manhood shoved all the way inside.
Randy couldn't hold it in for long. Mabel's folds were drenched and soft beyond comparison. He felt that he was being engulfed by a hot tub only for her to start bouncing like a horny teenager. He could barely move as she pressed her hands on his chest and her folds wrapped around his cock. He got a first row seat to her bouncing like a wild cowgirl with her massive breasts bouncing like they were a pair of sacks full of meat.
Mabel moaned loudly as she felt Randy's manhood went in and out of her. She was making sure to use his manhood to strike at her most sensitive folds with her whole body's weight. Planting her legs on either side of Randy's hips, she increased the speed of her bouncing, causing her ass and breasts to clap to the wild rhythm of their mating.
"I fucking love this~! You are quite the package, Randy! I can already imagine how good we will be as a weekly thing~!" Mabel moaned like a whore.
"A what?!" Randy groaned, feeling his cock being wrapped like a coil. "I don't plan on staying here forever!"
"That's too bad~" Mabel kissed Randy's lips. "We'll just have to make up for it for the time being~! Or maybe you can breed me like a damn slutty bitch that I am~! Can you imagine how big my boobs would get if I got a bun in the oven~? Why don't we find out~?"
Mabel's words awoke a wild desire in Randy. The image of her breasts lactating due to her larger size and with a belly full of his children snapped something in Randy. He grabbed onto her large breasts, groping them like they were made out of fresh dough. His ears were filled with her moans as he started thrusting into her from below like a wild animal trying to pin her down. But Mabel was not going down without a fight ans she pinned him down to the ground as they fucked like animals.
Mabel bounced wildly with hearts in her eyes as she set out to do exactly what she wanted. She wanted to cum and cum big time with Randy's dick. She slammed her hips on him like a woman possessed, feeling him getting bigger and full with his seed. She could feel her climax rushing towards her like a tidal wave. After getting throat fucked, watched, titty fucked and mated by Randy, she knew that she had to have him and his seed. Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as she came over and over again feeling him catching up to her.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming~! Fill me up with your fucking seed~!" Mabel moaned like a whore. "Make me into Mommy Maboobs~!"
Randy couldn't hold it in much longer. He came like a geyser into Mabel's hungry snatch. He filled her up so hard and so fast that she almost shot out of him. He felt juices spraying on top of his cock as she buried his face on her large breasts. She held onto him as they both came, letting their moans of pleasure and euphoria echoed through the shack.
They panted in pleasure as they experienced the afterglow of their mating.
"That was awesome, wasn't it boss~" Wendy moaned, regaining her strength.
"Oh yeah, it was~" Mabel moaned. "Ready for the next round?"
"You bet~" Wendy said.
"You two will kill me." Randy panted.
The next round had Randy thrusting into Wendy as she laid on her back in a mating position while Mabel laid on top of her face. As Randy thrusted into the lumber Jane, Mabel moaned with her partner's amazing tongue delving into her depths.
"Fuck yeah, Wendy~! You're the best partner a girl could ask for!" Mabel moaned, moving her hips. "Let's fuck some more!"
They moaned in unison before Randy sucked on Mabel's large bouncing tits. They came in a combined roar of pleasure, coating each other in their juices.
The third position had Wendy sucking on Mable's large tits while Randy thrusted into them from behind. He landed blow after blow with his manhood between their pussies, making them moan in pleasure.
"What do you say boss, do we get that baby we talked about?" Wendy asked.
"If Randy hasn't already given us one, we'll keep trying with him as our stud~!" Mabel moaned. "Fucking hell, baby! Come here!"
Mabel and Wendy kissed as their breasts mashed together in a large cushion of delight and erotica, making Randy go faster and faster. They moaned in tandem as the final blow made them cum one last time as their juices sprayed through the rug, the sofa and their sexy burning bodies.