"Bro, you need to get laid!" A laugh came out of the Detective's phone. "That is far from a normal reaction to a crime scene. I mean come on. A boner!?"

Jesse groaned, then said through gritted teeth, "Ana, please, can we focus on the lab results?"

"Yeah yeah yeah, calm down," Ana chuckled again. "Listen, I got the results back from the sample the goons brought me, and it looks like it's 42% glycine and 25% alanine. . ."

"You're going to have to translate that, Castillo."

"It's spider webs, Athens. . ."

"There's no way it was a spider. You saw how thick it was."

"Yes. I did. Now, if you'll kindly not interrupt me like random cop #3, I can also tell you about the irregularities in the sample." Ana paused for a moment to make sure The Detective had nothing else to add. "It looks like there was some bodily fluids in the sample as well. Maybe someone other than you has a thing for spiders after all."

The Detective's cheeks flushed out of embarrassment. Just because their two Goliath bird eaters, Itsy and Bitsy, were their everything, did not mean they were a fetish.

"Anyways." Ana dramatically cleared her throat. "Athens, you need to get back into the game. Go out with friends, grab a drink with somebody, have some fun."

Athens rolled their eyes, "Yeah, okay. Listen, I gotta go. I need to feed the kids." The Detective was ready for this parental talk to be over.

She snorted. "Kids. You mean spiders. Okay, Athens, chat later." The phone beeped to signal the end of the call.

Maybe she's right, Athens thought as they pulled out a few crickets and placed the buggers in their spiders' glass tank. As Itsy and Bitsy crawled towards their dinner, Athens made their decision: they would go out tonight. The Detective wished their babies good night, placing a kissed hand against the glass before exiting their one-bedroom apartment.

The sun had set, but anyone driving through Glenridge would not notice it with all the bright fluorescent lights illuminating the streets. The Detective made their way into the heart of the city, pinks and blues passing over their vehicle. By the time Athens found a spot to park their vehicle, they began second guessing their trip.

How was this going to solve the case?

They pondered over the girth of the webs as they stepped out of their vehicle. It honked a warm farewell as the Detective hit the locking mechanism on their key ring.

More importantly, why were the webs covered with liquids?

Not to mention the fucking boner.

The Detective passed a couple of overcrowded bars they knew would be a headache to enter, all the while thinking they couldn't remember being that hard in... well, ever. That isn't to say Athens couldn't or didn't get hard. They certainly weren't hard like right now.

Wait, why am I hard right now?!

The Detective panicked. This was the second time this had happened! Why? It had been many years since they were a teenager. This was unacceptable. Athens whirled around, trying to find a spot to hide.

There was a purple bar with a familiar red spiderweb next to the club's name. Spy-der. It was pushed in a little further than the other buildings in the area. Barely noticeable, yet still clearly there. The lights in the window appeared to be dimmed or off. Perfect. No one would see their boner without light, and it looked like there weren't many people inside either. Red-faced, they flashed their ID to the bouncer at the door, and a small webbed stamp was pressed onto their skin. The Detective followed small glow-in-the-dark lights on the ground toward the bar.

The club was dark inside. The only source of light seemed to come from the stage jutting out from the wall at the back and the small painted lights that lined the perimeter. Athens sat at the bar and leaned into the counter to better hide their throbbing problem.

A voice sang softly, catching the Detective's attention: "Welcome to Club Spy-der." It was low and melodic, almost inhuman. That wasn't possible though. Monsters weren't real. And monsters were certainly not beautiful women such as the one standing across from the Detective with a tumbler in her hand. "What can I make for you this evening?"

Wow.

The Detective hadn't remembered being so attracted to anyone before. Sure, they were attracted to their ex. They were very much in love with their ex-girlfriend despite eventually breaking up three years ago. But comparing the Detective's attraction to the two women was like comparing fast food to a 5-star restaurant.

"I'll take a gin and tonic, please," Athens stammered. Their eyes were glazed over with lust, slacks growing tighter and tighter.

"What a delicious choice for such a delicious person," the woman purred through blood red lips. She turned around briefly to grab the bottle of gin off her liquor shelf. When she turned back, she expertly prepared Athens' beverage, staring hungrily into their eyes.

Athens felt drunk. A weird state to be in, considering the bartender had only just finished pouring their spirit into a crystal glass—they hadn't even touched it yet. What the hell is happening? Athens couldn't think straight. All that mattered was this beautiful woman before them. They needed to know her name.

"Ma'am, what's your name?"

The corners of the woman's red mouth curled upwards. "Arachne. And what can I call you, my little snack?" She dragged her tongue along the underside of her upper lip.

"I'm Detective Athens," they replied. There was a moment of stillness in Arachne. Had the Detective not been so lost in gazing upon this literal goddess, perhaps they would have noticed.

"Well, I say, we don't see many officers in this neighborhood. What brings you to our lovely club, Detective?"

Her voice rang in Athens' head. They had no reason not to explain their decision to go out was that his only friend on the force had chastised him.

Arachne laughed. "If you need a night to get loose, this is the best place to come to. I'll make sure it's the best night of your life." She leaned into the counter and gave the Detective a full display of her breasts. With an effortless motion, Arachne's hand stretched out to brush against the Detective's jaw. "Of course, only if you'll let me devour you."

Athens could think of nothing else at that moment. A sweet floral aroma was in the air, and the Detective could feel their pants begging to open the gates and release the beast pounding against their denim walls.

"I know just where you can start," the Detective said, flirting with the smiling woman.

"Good," Arachne's voice sang. She hooked her finger on their collar. Pulling Athens closer and closer, she brushed her lips against the Detective's cheeks, making her way to their ear. "Leave the gin. I don't like my food wasted."

And with that, the goddess slowly walked toward a door to the right of the stage in the back. Her disciple followed right behind with crimson filling their cheeks. As Athens climbed the stairs to follow after Arachne, they noticed the air getting warmer. Almost damper. But the Detective kept climbing. Their little friend called the shots now, and they wanted to shove their head in a hole like an ostrich.

They reached Arachne's bedroom. It was better lit than the floor of the club: a deep rich purple blanketed the walls, made red by an electric candle light. Chocolate brown floorboards lay on the floor, providing support to the dresser and king-sized bed.

Arachne grabbed the Detective's hand and gently tugged them towards the direction of her silk-lined bed.

"Very lovely room," the Detective said. "What's that perfume you wear? It's driving me crazy."

"Hush, my snack. I am famished and have no more need for words." Arachne pushed Athens onto the pillowy mattress. A soft thump sounded as the Detective's ass made contact with the surface of the bedding. With nimble fingers, the goddess undid the buttons of the Detective's shirt, exposing their smooth pale chest. She licked her lips as if she hadn't had a proper meal in days. Athens squirmed as the woman laid them down with her hovering over their body.

Athens' dick cried out for release, and Arachne was more than happy to set the prisoner free. Finally. She wanted the convict inside her courtroom instead of the confines of the Detective's pants. When it was freed, it shot up like a spring and Arachne got her first taste of the Detective. Their face was red and hot, their body writhing in ecstasy as Arachne bobbed up and down on their dick.

But they wanted more. "Let's get those clothes off of you."

Arachne paused midway on the Detective's shaft, eyeing her meal before releasing their cock from her mouth with a satisfying pop. She removed her blouse, revealing her breasts. Next, she removed her skirt, revealing nothing but bare skin beneath.

"Let's get started then," she said with her silky voice.