The Uncensored Case Files of Bethany Hunter

The grounds of Dr. Naomi’s mansion weren’t unfamiliar territory for Bethany. Her wealthy background had resulted in Beth seeing many kinds of mansions, manors, and even a castle or two. She hadn’t been stalking around them though in her dark costume as Nocturne, Mistress of the Night. Nocturne was indeed on the prowl, trying to find evidence of how Dr. Naomi was manipulating her victims.  I wish I had found evidence at her office,  Bethany reflected as she leaped over a small wall. Crouching behind it, she was naturally clad in her black leotard, cape, fishnets worn over pantyhose, knee-high boots and her gadget-laden belt. Her visor scanned the area, looking for security. It picked up the signals from a pair of wireless cameras. She noted their positions and estimated how far they could see. As she moved about the mansion grounds, Nocturne avoided their view.  As she paused against the building, pressing her back to it; a strange puzzlement came over Nocturne.  Why didn’t I find

It was dark in Fortune City, the right time of day for Bethany Hunter to do her work. Of course, this was not the kind of work that the Private Investigator could perform. No, for this job, the brunette with her exquisite looks and supermodel-like figure needed to don a different persona. As she opened the window to the darkened office, her alter-ego was revealed in a sliver of light from a nearby skyscraper.  A dark visor went over her eyes. The technological visor, giving her excellent night vision, combining the best of imagining intensifiers and thermal sensors. Thus, the darkly encapsulated room was clear as day to her; all be it in black and white. Her long brunette hair fell in long curls over her shoulders. A black leotard clung to her body, accenting her curves but these curves were athletic and feminine. Probably what looked best in the form-fitting synthetic leotard, was Bethany’s bust and bum. Her zipper to her suit was located in the front. She had it lowered, forming a