The following is based very loosely on the Nancy Drew books. Here, we're sharing with you the other side of Nancy Drew - in one of the cases that was never published. I hope you enjoy.
Authors/writers: Feel free to contribute to the story - the more the merrier
Now, your story begins...
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Nancy Drew - teen sleuth. Everybody knows her. She's been the talk of the town for years - always getting the bad guys.
So, when you got the assignment from the newspaper to follow her on one of her current mysteries and write an expose, you jumped at the chance.
You've always wondered, how does she always get the criminals to confess? She surely doesn't beat the truth out of them, but how can a little girl that small always find out the truth? That was what you were going to try to find out for yourself.
You had called Nancy and made an appointment to meet with her today and get briefed on her latest case at the River Heights Library. You were running a little behind, but managed to make it there right at 3:30.
Walking inside, you see Nancy sitting at a table, one leg crossed over the other, reading a book titled 'Evidence Is Everything'. Your eyes move over her; taking her all in.
You had seen pictures of her before in the newspaper, but none of them did her justice. She is in great shape; very slim, petite - probably comes from chasing and eluding criminals. From where you're standing, her breasts look impossibly perky under her tight little sweater - probably a small B cup. At just over 5 feet tall, Nancy is quite the little pocket rocket. Her blondish hair had just a hint of red to it as it falls over her shoulders.
She is dressed in a hip-hugging plaid skirt that comes to about mid-thigh. A yellow v-neck sweater hugs her upper body like a glove. Brown penny loafers and a pink headband complete the outfit.
As she sees you, she smiles and stands up; her chest pushed forward nicely. Damn, you gotta love good posture.
As she speaks, you're snapped out of your daze.
"Hello, you must be Mister from the paper," she says, smiling.
"Yes, but you can call me, if you'd like," you reply.
"Nice to meet you, sir" Nancy says politely; offering her hand.
"So, what's this case about that you're working on?" you ask as you shake her offered hand.
"It's a kidnapping case. C'mon, I'll tell you about it on the way," Nancy says.
She turns and bends over to pick up her messenger bag from the floor. As she does, her skirt rides up the back of her legs; showing a dangerous amount of leg and just a hint of the undersides of her asscheeks. Before you can enjoy the view too long though, she straightens back up and throws her bag over her shoulder.
She walks past you, but as she does, her hip brushes across the front of your pants. You manage to just barely fight back a grunt, but your pants tighten instantly.
You follow her out of the library; your eyes locked on her perky young ass as it moves under her loose skirt. Each cheek shifts and jiggles just slightly with each step she takes.
Nancy heads down the library steps and leads you to her blue convertible. You both hop in. As she slides in, the wind catches her skirt and it flips up showing a firm, toned thigh and her entire hip; revealing a light pink thong. She quickly pulls it back into place, and you don't say anything.
You think to yourself, "A thong... well, maybe Nancy Drew isn't quite as innocent as everybody thinks."
As she pulls out onto the street, you are looking forward to spending some time with this girl.
"Where's our first stop?" You ask as you pry your eyes from Nancy's thighs.
"We're going to drop by and talk to Mr and Mrs Kamp; the victim's parents," Nancy says. "Their daughter, Summer, has disappeared and no one has seen her in over a week. They don't want to get the police involved because Mr Kamp doesn't trust that they can get her back safely."
A few minutes later, you pull into the Kamp large estate; trees hedging either side of the lane as you drive in. The lane ends at a huge 3 story mansion, complete with vines growing up the sides of it.
"Nice place," You comment as you get out.
"Mr Kamp made his fortune with an invention he came up with a few years ago," Nancy says as she gets out and you both walk to the big front door.
You ring the doorbell, but after 30 seconds or so, there's still no answer.
"I wonder where they could be," Nancy says; putting her hands on her hips; making her boobs shake slightly under her sweater. "Maybe we should look for them. They might be in the back yard. There's also the stables and a guest house. Where do you think they're at? |