Poor Beth, for a mind as brilliant as hers and a competitive spirit like no other, when it comes to luck based bets, fortune does not favor her. Watching the world cup with friends and strangers, Bethany was rooting for Mexico, she thought they were going to win for sure. A couple of drinks in and tempers started rising and things got rowdy. One heated argument led to a very risky bet. Unfortunately for her, she ended up on the losing side of that bet and before she knew it, she was losing her shirt and her undergarments in front of a very rowdy crowd.
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, formi...

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