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MS AMERICANA: CLIMAX
By Dark One
Ms Americana
stood before Commissioner Borden’s desk in a classic super heroine pose: head
held high, patriotic bikini bound 44DDs thrust out, red gloved hands on well
rounded hips and red booted feet shoulder width apart. The masked vigilante’s right hip was thrust
out arrogantly as her masked face regarded the men before her.
“It’s the
Sambino Family, I’d bet my reputation on it,” Ms Americana said.
“Well, Ms
Americana, we don’t have proof…,” Commissioner Borden started to say.
“Proof? Our young
people are being drugged senseless and forced to rip their clothes off and have
sex,” Ms Americana said. “Who else but
the Sambino Family could pull that off?
They are the richest, most powerful Crime Family in
“Well, truth
be told, it doesn’t take much to get the kids of today to get naked and have
sex,” Chief McKenzie said, grinning.
Ms Americana
eyed the Police Chief narrowly, disgusted.
After a long moment he looked away, embarrassed and knowing he had
humiliated himself before the city’s most revered super heroine. Indeed, she was an icon of truth, justice and
all that was pure and right.
The problem
was an insidious new drug on the black market.
No one knew who invented it. It
was called Climax. Kids sniffed it and
went crazy sexually. They would have sex
with anyone, any place, any way. It was hitting the college campuses
especially hard. Indeed, in the last
week seven frat parties turned into raging orgies, with naked men and women
spilling out into the front yards of the Fraternity Houses. Even one sorority fell
victim to Climax, sending its entire membership into lesbian nirvana for one
night.
That last
thought really steamed Ms Americana, and was the main reason Flag Girl wasn’t
with her. It was
“Mark my
words, Commission, I will bring the people responsibly for creating and
distributing this insidious drug to justice,” Ms Americana said, baby blues
flashing.
With that,
the legendary Queen of Justice spun on a tall stiletto and marched out of the
Commissioner’s office. The two men
watched her swaying round rump as she left, then turned to stare at each other
with wide eyes.
# # #
“So how many kids in there?” Frankie said.
“About a
thousand,” Sal said, grinning.
There were
stacks of cash stacked in front of the pair.
Frankie was a tall, thick muscled man in a dark suit and a well groomed
head of dark hair. Sal was short and
built like a trash can. He was about as
intelligent as a trash can, too. But he
knew how to take orders and get the job done.
“One hundred
thousand dollars,” Frankie said, grinning.
“The Boss will be pleased.”
“What?” Ms
Americana said. Both
men leaped to their feet, eyes wide and reaching for pistols. “You charge college students and young adults
just getting started in life $100 dollars to attend your disgusting club?”
Club Ecstasy
required everyone entering buy a one night only “membership.” Cost: $100.
Booze and drugs were in abundance inside. Mostly illegal drugs that
the Sambino Family eagerly sold to their customers.
“
“Putting you
out of business, miscreants,” she said, sneering.
The music
was rattling the small office’s walls.
An office monitor showed the patrons dancing wildly, joyfully amid a
swirling cloud of smoke. Ms Americana
frowned, knowing they weren’t all that innocent themselves, out buying drugs
and partying like that. Club Ecstasy was
a known mob-owned business. It was part
of its appeal to the young patrons.
“We run an
honest business here, Ms Americana,” Sal said hurriedly.
“If this is
an honest business, then I’m a crack whore,” Ms Americana snarled.
“That can be
arranged,” Sal said, leering at her 44DDs.
He reached under the desk. “Yes,
very easily arranged.”
Ms
Americana, fearing he was going to trip an alarm lunged forward, seized the
smaller of the two Family men and snatched him out from behind the desk. Indeed, she jerked him over the top of the
desk and threw him across the room to crash into the wall.
“Bitch!” Frankie shouted angrily, pulling his pistol. He leveled the pistol at her face and said,
“Kneel or die!”
She smiled
knowingly and started walking toward him with a smug smile on her face. He swallowed hard and tried to keep the
tremors out of his hand. The pistol
started to shake, but she wasn’t trying to run or hide.
“I mean it.”
“Shoot me,”
she said. Ms Americana could have him
charged with attempted murder if he pulled the trigger,
despite the fact her power belt also provided a force shield against projectile
weapons like guns. He would need a much
larger caliber to punch through her force shield. “Go ahead, you craven cock sucker.”
Frankie’s
face burned red, and he immediately squeezed off two shots. Point blank range. And she kept coming, smiling.
“Ouch,
attempted murder,” she purred. “Add to
that the crime was committed with firearms, and that’ll add a few more years on
the sentence. With mandatory sentencing,
you are looking at twenty years minimum.”
“Fuck you, bitch,” he snarled, now with a trapped rat look to him.
“Of course,
I could conveniently forget about you trying to shoot me,” she said, stopping
just within reach of the stunned career mobster. “If you told me about the
Sambino Family’s Climax manufacture and distribution operations.”
“I can’t,”
he said, cutting a worried look at Sal.
The other thug was still out cold.
“They’d kill me.”
“I can get
you into the witness protection program, so you could avoid prison altogether,”
she said, hope growing. “And if I can
catch Erica Sambino red-handed, then I could take down the entire Family and
you’d have nothing to fear.”
“Erica?” he
said and got an odd, calculating look on his face as he looked at the monitor
showing the dance floor.
“What about
Erica?” she said.
“If I give
you Erica, then I’m off the hook?”
Ms
Americana’s heart started hammering. She
never really believed she’d be able to nail Erica Sambino. Delta City’s newest Boss of Bosses, and the Sambino Family’s Boss was too smart and
crafty. No one has ever been able to
trace anything back to her. If Ms
Americana could finally take her down, send her to prison on drug charges, that would be the feather in her crime fighting
cap. That would cripple organized crime
in
“Absolutely!”
she said, eyes flashing her eagerness.
He paused,
glanced at Sal’s unconscious body, then back at the monitor. Then he took a deep breath and looked her in
the eyes.
“Erica is up
in the back office right now, getting together a shipment,” he said.
Ms
Americana’s mind reeled. The Boss of
Bosses was there. In
Club Ecstasy. And she was putting
together a shipment. So her hands were
dirty.
<Finally,
Erica Sambino has made a mistake,> Ms Americana thought gleefully.
“Exactly
where is she right now?”
“In back,
upstairs,” he said, indicating the monitor.
“See the DJ? See the door to his
right? Take the stairs inside that door
up to Erica.”
Ms Americana
contemplated that a long moment. Then
she smiled at Frankie.
“If I catch
Erica red-handed, then you have a deal,” she said. “But if you’ve lied to me, I will personally
see to it you and your little buddy go to prison for the rest of your lives.”
“Fair
enough,” Frankie said, grinning.
“Sit down,”
she said.
“Why?”
“I don’t
trust you,” she said. “I’m going to tie
you into that chair until I’m finished here.
If you haven’t lied to me, I’ll set you free. Otherwise, I don’t want you running off while
I’m off on a wild goose chase.”
“No problem,
Ms. Americana,” he said, sitting.
She quickly
tied him to the desk chair. Sal was
still out cold, so she left him where he laid.
No matter what, she’d be back before he woke up. It wouldn’t take long to put Erica and her
goons down.
Ms Americana
strode out of the office feeling good.
This was going better than she ever imagined. Commissioner Borden, and especially Chief
McKenzie, would be shocked and humbled by her quick and decisive success.
# # #
Frankie sat
comfortably on the chair, watching the monitor.
The second he spotted Ms Americana reach the edge of the dance floor,
across the room from the DJ, he lifted his foot up and
flipped the switch under the desk that Sal failed to reach earlier.
“Now the fun
begins,” he murmured, grinning fiercely.
“When’s the last time you CLIMAXED, Ms Ameri-whore.”
# # #
The smoke
seemed to thicken just as she started into the crowded dance floor. It was cool and invigorating. She noticed many of the young men and women
dancing were already semi-nude. They
were groping each other boldly, with wild, wanton looks on their faces. She was disgusted. It was obvious many of the patrons had
purchased Climax and were well on their ways to mindless debauchery.
“How many
innocent young women have been secretly drugged with Climax,” she said,
spotting a couple on the floor fucking like crazy. Then as she watched, a beautiful Hispanic
woman in a tight red mini-dress turned her back to her dancing partner, a tall
blonde youth, and started “dirty” dancing, rubbing her shapely rump in his
crotch. To Ms Americana’s surprise, the
young man pulled a capsule from his pocket and snapped it open beneath her
nose. “Monster!”
The lovely
Capsules
were the preferred method of delivery.
It provided the user with an almost instantaneous orgasm. After that came an insatiable, ravenous
sexual appetite. She suspected most of
the near sexual behavior nearby was “second-hand” sniffing,
people nearby when a capsule is broken open so only receive a light “hit” of
the sex drug.
“Oh,” she
said, holding her breath quickly as she got a faint whiff of Climax from the
broken capsule. It had a flowery scent,
that made women want to inhale deeply and enjoy. She quickly side-stepped
them, not wanting to tread into the vicinity of that air-borne drug. “Smells like roses. How utterly insidious.”
Ms Americana
wanted to pick the drugger youth up and toss him
across the room for what he had done, but now that the young woman was under
the influence of Climax the Hispanic beauty would just find another lover. Immediately find another lover, male or female. Instead, Ms Americana narrowed her baby blues
with renewed determination and started pushing through the dancers, headed for
the door up to Erica. She would stop the
manufacture and distribution of Climax, and thus save millions of other young
women from a similar fate.
“Great
Pausing, she
realized her nipples were rock hard. Her
red gloved hands immediately rose up to caress her 44DDs, down across the erect
nipples.
“Oooohhh,” she breathed.
“That feels so…Oh!”
Her first
thought was she got a deeper whiff of Climax when that despicable young man
drugged the
“Roses,” she
said. “It’s growing steadily stronger.”
Ms
Americana’s eyes went wide. It never
occurred to her the smoke was saturated with Climax. Why would they just give it away free? But there was no mistaking the evidence. Everyone was growing increasingly frantic and
wild-eyed, with faces consumed with lust everywhere she looked. And her own body was showed she had breathed
in some Climax, too. Hard nipples,
tingly body…and worse, her pussy was quite moist and growing wetter by the
second.
“Great
“Hey, babe,”
a glassy-eyed youth, who looked and spoke like a surfer dude, said. He had a major erection tenting his loose
pants. Then he reached out and squeezed
her tits firmly. “Nice ta-tas, babe.”
A wave of
pleasure radiated from her tits throughout her shapely body. Ms Americana’s ruby red lips parted ever so
slightly, her eyes closed and her back arched.
She felt fire erupt between her milky thighs.
“Aaahhh,” she groaned, fighting for control of her libido
and will power. She half growled, half
groaned and pushed the twentysomething aside. “Out of the way, boy.”
Ms Americana
focused on her mission. Focused on capturing Erica Sambino red-handed. This was not the time to be weak. She was determined not to let a whiff of
Erica’s new drug take her down, to turn her aside from her lofty goal.
Two thirds
across the dance floor and the crowd began to thin out a bit. She caught a glimpse of the door she was
heading toward. So focused was the
intrepid super heroine that she stepped between vigorous dancers, wild with passion
and drug-induced need. The woman’s arm
inadvertently hit Ms Americana titanic tits from below, and her hand slipped
between them. Suddenly, the gorgeous
vigilante was stopped by a half-delirious woman caught in her bikini top, and
still dancing wildly.
“Stop! You’re going
to pull my….,” Ms Americana cried. She
felt the snap open, and her 44DDs spill out, bouncing enticingly before the
stunned couple. “Oh, look what you did.”
“Oh, so
pretty,” the pretty blonde woman said.
She reached out and took one massive mammary in both hands and
squeezed. Ms Americana froze, intense
heat infusing her treacherous body again.
Then the blonde reached out with her tongue and licked Ms Americana’s
erect and sensitive nipple. “Hmmm.”
“Yes, pretty
girl,” her male dancer said dreamily.
“Don’t,” Ms
Americana said as he pulled her long, black hair, forcing her head back. She panicked, realizing she had no strength
of will or body to resist her two would-be lovers. “Go…have to…go.”
He cupped
her face in one hand, turned it towards him and kissed her gently at first,
then more demandingly. The blonde
started sucking on her now hypersensitive nipple, sending amazing waves of
pleasure through her body. Within seconds
she began returning his fierce kiss, growing hungrier and hungrier.
<Need…so
bad,> she thought as she pulled his left hand off her left tit and pulled it
down to her crotch. He immediately
started rubbing her right through the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms. Then when he released her lips to start
sucking on her other nipple, she breathed, “Good. So good.”
Head rolled
back, eyes half closed, she noticed a bright window
high on the wall. There was a beautiful
brunette looking down at the crowd.
<Erica? What’s she
doing….,> Ms Americana thought.
<Wait. Wait, I’m…can’t stop…Oh
God, this is so…>
Summoning
the strength from some deep core of will power, she twisted free of the
dancers. She lost her top completely,
but didn’t look back. Ms Americana knew
she had to get to that door, get out of the Climax drenched cloud. She had to stop Erica.
Ms Americana
was so focused on the door and dancers around her that she failed to see the
couple on the floor, going at it doggie style.
She tripped over the woman on all fours, and landed on the couple next
to them.
“Hey! Watch it!” the second woman cried as Ms
Americana’s face smashed into her naked tits.
“Oh, another girl.”
Her lover
never stopped his humping, but leaned over and bit Ms Americana on her shapely
white ass cheek.
“Eeeks!” Ms Americana cried,
pushing straight back and knocking over the woman she tripped over. Her lover’s big, wet cock flopped out of her
pussy and slapped the sexy super heroine across the face as she sat back on her
legs. She froze, staring at his erect
cock a long second with her mouth open.
He seemed confused a bare second, then smiled and took her head in both
hands. Before she knew it, he pulled her
in close and his cock was half filling her mouth. “Hmmmm!”
He
immediately began fucking her sweet mouth with the same wild abandon he had
been fucking his girlfriend’s pussy. Ms
Americana moved to all fours and tried to pull away, but someone came up behind
her. Feminine hands pulled her bikini
bottoms down to her knees and began caressing her silky smooth butt cheeks and
inner thighs.
“Hhhmmmm!” Ms Americana cried as
the pretty young coed pulled her cheeks apart and promptly licked her butt
hole.
She started
to kick her red booted feet rapidly on the floor as pleasure and desperation
washed through her body. Then the girl’s
long-nailed finger reached up and started rubbing her clit in circular
motions. With the man in her mouth,
ramming it home with extreme pleasure, and the girl licking and rubbing her
wild, Ms Americana forgot all about Erica and her mission and the drug Climax.
Because she climaxed.
“UUuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn!”
An hour
later, Ms Americana was on her belly, rump high, being fucked doggie style by a
long-haired Asian. All the while he was
swatting her bright red rump, left then right, over and over, humming a merry
tune all the while. All that was left of
her celebrated and much honored costume was her boots, choker and mask. Dripping and drying cum was splattered across
her back, tits and dripping down her chin.
Even her shimmering, silky black hair was sticky with milky cum.
“What do we
have here?” a vaguely familiar voice said.
It was female and sweet as a silver bell, though muffled. “Is it?
It is! Ms
Americana enjoying our little drug, boys.”
A big male
hand seized her hair at the top of her head and pulled it up. She found herself staring at a pair of white
stiletto pumps. Rolling her eyes upward,
she saw long, shapely legs, then well rounded hips sheathed in a tight red
leather miniskirt, white leather bustier and red leather bolero jacket. The pretty brunette was wearing a clear
plastic mask over her mouth and nose, with a hose attached to a small air tank
she cradled in one arm.
“Erica,” Ms
Americana said and smiled. “Pretty.”
“Apparently
Jake was right, all Ms Americana needed was a sound fucking to solve her
attitude problem,” a man said, and laughed.
They all laughed in their air masks.
“What a skanky whore.”
The Asian
doggie styling her suddenly shot his wad deep inside her pussy. She felt his cock convulsing, spewing hot jiz
deep inside her. She was almost there,
too. Then Erica squatted beside her and
snapped a capsule under her nose.
“Eeeyyyoooowwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeee!”
Ms Americana cried, clawing at the floor and kicking her feet as an incredible
orgasm consumed her body and mind.
“Oh! Oh! Oouuugggggggghhhhhh!”
“That’ll ensure she doesn’t sober up and go
away for a while,” Erica said, standing.
“Call Sweet L and have him come get Ms Ameri-climax and put her to work. He’s my best pimp, about time he was given a
little reward for all of his hard work.”
With that,
the Sambino Family members left.
# # #
“Ooohhh, where am I?” Ms Americana groaned, lifting her
throbbing head.
She was in a
dimly lit room. The curtains were
closed, keeping the daylight mostly at bay.
Her head had been resting on a hairy chest. The man was big, black and bald, but with an
extremely hairy body. His limp cock was
still up her cunt.
Feeling him
inside her, she instinctively squeezed her twat muscles. And just as fast, she felt his cock start to
swell. There was no mistaking it. Then he began to stir out of sleep. She was frantic, looking around to get her
bearings. What happened?
They weren’t
alone in the bed. Another man and two
other women were draped this way and that.
And another four men and three women were entangled in each others arms
on the floor.
Ms Americana
put her hands on the black man’s massive chest and pushed up. There was a mirror across the room. She saw herself for the first time. Literally, all she wore was her blue choker
with the gold star. Nothing else, except
dried cum.
“I’ve been
unmasked!”
“What? Who?” the black man
grumbled. She froze, looking down
at him in horror. Then his eyes popped
open. “Hey, a white
woman. What are you doing….oh. Hot damn!”
His cock
stiffened. She felt her body start to
change. Felt her pussy’s natural
lubricants begin to flow. She gasped
involuntarily and arched her back ever so slightly, even as her bare fingers
curled and entwined themselves in his chest hairs.
“Oh, Great Liber…..Oooooo,” she gasped. “Who are you?
How did I get here?”
“I’m
Damian,” he said, straining now that he was managing a small pumping motion, in
and out. “This is my bedroom.” He reached up and grabbed her tits in both
hands. “Damn, great jugs, babe.”
“Oh,” she
gasped, breath coming in gasps now.
He felt ten
feet long inside her, but he was only ten inches. Ten very thick inches. Ten very hard and erect and
thick inches. It was so hard to
think with him going in and out, in and out.
Ms Americana pushed herself up his long, thick cock, groaning the whole
way, then paused with just his cock head inside her
pussy. Then she dropped slowly back
down, even as he started up his pumping action again.
“So…so
good,” she gasped. Her body was afire
now. Her face twisted in a lusty snarl,
“Oh, my lord, fuck me. Fuck me.”
She leaned
over to give him easier access to her tits and then started bouncing up and
down on his monster cock. Memories of
the previous night started coming back to her.
It was all so disjointed, so confusing.
But each memory brought back all the pleasure she had enjoyed. Then she remembered Damian. Her big, black stallion. She remembered him taking her on all
fours. She remembered him humping her
missionary. And she swallowed hard,
mouth watering, as she remembered the taste of him as she sucked his
magnificent cock, and later when he titty-fucked her and came in her face, so
she could lick his sticky, milky cum off her lips.
Then Damian
brought her home from the club, with some new friends tagging along.
“Fuck me!”
“Oh yeah!” Damian cried.
“Cowgirl rides again!”
The others
started waking up. They rolled up and
looked around with sluggish movements and drowsy faces. But when they looked at Ms Americana their
faces all became consumed with lust, and they quickly began pairing off again.
“Oh,
yes! I’m close! Fuck me!” she cried. It was coming so fast. A part of her mind knew she was still under
the influence of the drug Climax. But
she didn’t care, not as long as she got that orgasm she was after. That was just out of reach. “FUCK ME!”
“Hey,
bitch!” a large black woman cried.
“That’s my MAN!”
“FUCK ME!”
So
close…WHAM!
A fist
smashed cross her cheek. Then the
enraged black woman grabbed Ms Americana’s hair and ripped her off her
boyfriend. Then
another fist to the belly, followed by a knee to the face.
“Uugghh,” Ms Americana cried, falling to her knees. Then her hair was seized and she was pulled
to her feet, only to be run straight into the wall. “Uugghhhhhmm.”
Ms
Americana, naked, de-powered and hurting, was dragged out of the small
cold-water flat and out into the tenement hallway. The black woman dragged her down eight flights
to the street, with Damian following begging her to stop.
“Stay away
from my boyfriend, bitch, or next time I’ll beat you ugly!” she cried, tossing
the shapely beauty at the feet of a group of vagrants. “Here, that’s for you. Merry Christmas. Happy Birthday, and bon
appetite, mother fuckers.”
# # #
“That’s her
limo, Ms A,” Flag Girl said. The perky
blonde sidekick was decked out all super heroine in red, white and blue. Her top was a strapless, star spangled, in a red
and white stripes number. The tight, hip
snuggling micro mini with the vertical red and white stripes, finished off with
red calf boots, red opera gloves blue choker and mask. And of course, the golden power belt. “You are right again, Erica Sambino has
returned to the scene of the crime.”
Ms Americana
stepped up beside her sidekick and watched as the limo stopped at the front
entrance into Club Ecstasy. Erica
Sambino slid out of the limo, decked out in a black evening gown and dripping
with diamonds, trailed by half a dozen bodyguards. With a toss of waist length brown hair, the
beautiful Boss of Bosses entered the club.
For a brief
second, Ms Americana felt a pang deep in her belly. Her body remembered that infamous club, and
what happened there a month ago to the day.
It had taken three weeks to recover from the battering -- black eyes and
busted lip -- the black woman had dished out.
Then there was two days being passed around by the vagrants, followed by
five days with the two-bit pimp they sold her to for $50 in booze money. She smiled, recalling how frustrated he got
when he couldn’t break her will, no matter how many times he fucked her. In fact, the only way he managed to turn any
tricks on her was to tie her to the bed and shuffle men in and out.
Before she
challenged Erica, of course, she wanted to ensure her sexual frustration was at
a peak, to fuel her spare power belt.
She’d been so thoroughly fucked she didn’t feel anything from the belt
for a week after escaping the pimp, and it had taken almost the whole three
weeks since then of trying not to daydream about that night to build her pent
up sexual needs and frustrations to peak levels.
And Erica
showed up right on time.
“Follow me,
Flag Girl,” she said, and eased back into the nightshadows. They went around back, and looked at the
second floor window just seconds before the light came on. She smiled.
“Ah, it’s game time.”
Ms Americana
and Flag Girl had planned their attack and capture of Erica Sambino
meticulously. Working
on it every night for three weeks.
They wouldn’t make the same mistake Ms Americana did before by going
through the front door, and the Climax saturated air. No, this time they would surprise them
through the windows.
The windows
were open, with just thin screens between the super heroines and the
villains. They waited long enough to
allow Erica and gang to proceed deep into their nefarious activities, then they
began racing toward the back wall of the club.
At the last minute, they both as one jumped as hard as they could and
streaked up to the windows.
“Fucking A, Ms A!” Flag Girl cried as they streaked side-by-side
toward the windows, “I LOVE being a super heroine!”
A second
later they “dove” hands first through the screens and
hit the floor rolling. In a flash both
super heroines rolled to their booted feet and lash out with said feet. Muscle-bound thugs flew in every
direction. Erica screamed, then began barking frantic orders. Shots were fired, but their power belts
deflected the bullets effortlessly.
“Give it up,
Sambino scum,” Ms Americana demanded. Taking a fighting stance in the middle of
the room and turning fierce blue eyes on Erica.
“Tonight, Erica, you go down.”
“Oh, it’s
just Ameri-slut,” Erica said. She looked
Ms Americana over with contemptuous, smug eyes which enflamed her rage and made
her feel small and inadequate at the same time.
“We didn’t know what happened to you.
All we found was your mask, one earring, one glove and your boots. Of course, another patron was wearing the
boots, but we convinced HIM to give them back.
My, what big feet you have!”
“You will
pay dearly for that, miscreant,” Ms Americana declared, though really more
distressed by the loss of her power belt.
Up until then, she was sure they had it here. Now she had to face the fact that some stoned
out moron had the ultimate souvenir.
“No, I’ll
make a bundle once I put you on a daily dose of Climax and then put you to both
to work on the streets -- whoring,” Erica said.
Her big brown eyes sparkled with glee and greed, and her full red lips
spread wide in a smile. “THAT will be the
sweetest revenge.”
Ms Americana
shifted position as Flag Girl moved up next to her, and fell into a fighting
stance. They both smiled as they looked
around the room. Ms Americana’s power
belt made her stronger than ten men. While Flag Girl’s belt, though considerably weaker, still made her
stronger that five strong men.
Erica barely had half the fifteen men needed to achieve parity.
“Ah, Frankie
and Sal are still here,” Ms Americana said, grinning. “I figured Erica would’ve shed herself of two
incompetents like you after our last encounter.”
“Why?”
Frankie asked innocently, then grinned wickedly. “After all, I am responsible for you falling
victim to Climax, and getting fucked six ways to Sunday right there on the
dance floor.” Ms Americana and Flag Girl
both cried out in disgust. “My only
regret: the tape ran out before you were unmasked. But I enjoyed watching you being stripped and
fucked in every orifice of your luscious body, by men and women, for hours.”
“Don’t
worry, darling,” Erica said. “We’ll be
unmasking BOTH of
Erica
flipped her hair as she spun on a heel and walked across the room to a nice
couch and sat down, crossing her long legs and smiling seductively. Four of the seven men in the room stood
between Ms Americana and Erica. The
other three stood between Flag Girl and the door.
“Take them
down, Flag Girl,” Ms Americana said, and lunged forward. She grabbed the arm of one of the goons and
jerked him back towards the middle of the room.
Flag girl was waiting with a big grin, and cold cocked him as he
passed. He flipped in midair and fell
face first on the floor, unconscious.
“Good one, Flag Girl.”
“Thanks, Ms
A! That was fun,” Flag Girl said
enthusiastically, blue eyes flashing in adoration and pride as she looked up at
her beautiful, invincible mentor.
“Oh,
please,” Erica said, disgusted. “Ten thousand dollars to the man that slaps little Miss Perky
down.”
Four men
charged the vivacious vigilantes. All
made for Flag Girl. Ms Americana
intercepted one. Frankie. She spun him around and around while the
other three men tackled Flag Girl.
“Hang on,
little friend!” Ms Americana called. “Be
there in a second.”
She released
Frankie, sending him flying through the air to crash into the wall next to the
door, and then crumple bonelessly into a heap. Before she could go to Flag Girl’s aid, the
other two goons charged her. The first
to reach her took a great swing at her chin, which she easily caught and used
his own momentum to flip him off to the side.
Then the second goon plowed into her, wrapping powerful arms around her
body.
“Oh, you vile miscreant!” Ms Americana cried. His right hand grabbed her left tit, and
squeezed. “Yeow!”
For a brief
instant, Ms Americana paused to look around.
She saw Frankie starting to stir painfully. The other goon of this pair was struggling to
his feet. But worse, Flag Girl was down
with three men struggling to contain her viciously kicking, biting and clawing
body. Her sexy sidekick appeared to be
slowly gaining the advantage.
Then Ms
Americana stomped down, driving her right stiletto heel into the foot of the
goon holding her. He cried out shrilly
and released her. She pushed him away
just as his cohort arrived. But this
time Ms Americana wasn’t fast enough to avoid his powerful uppercut.
“Oooffff!” Ms Americana cried as
her head snapped back and her booted feet lifted off the floor.
She landed
across the goon Flag Girl had cold-cocked earlier. He groaned and shifted beneath her, but was
clearly still out. But the despicable,
no-neck thug that punched her was looming over her, reaching down to seize her.
“Claim your
prize, Larry,” Erica called. “You get to
fuck Ms Americana first, since you defeated and captured her.”
Ms Americana
pulled her legs in close and smiled up at Larry. He looked startled.
“Sorry,
Larry, good punch, but no prize for you,” she said, grinning smugly, then
kicked straight up into his muscle-bound chest.
He flew through the air and crashed into the dog pile that was Flag
Girl’s fight. That swept away two of the
three men struggling with the sexy sidekick.
“There you go, Flag Girl.”
“Thanks, Ms
A!” Flag Girl called. Then she glared at
Sal, the sole remaining goon attacking her.
“Time to go night-night, goon boy.”
Flag Girl
twisted his arm behind his back and raced him straight into the wall. Sal crumbled at her red-booted feet. So she turned back to Ms Americana and flashed
her brightest smile.
“Well done,
Flag Girl,” Ms Americana said, grinning.
Then they turned toward Erica and their grins grew wider. “We win.
You lose.”
“A red
letter day, Ms Americana,” Flag Girl said.
“Erica Sambino finally taken down.”
“Yes, she’ll
spend many LONG years in the pen,” Ms Americana said, stepping up to
Erica. The Boss of Bosses looked
stunned. The sexy super heroine seized
her wrist and jerked her to her feet.
She looked Erica over a long moment.
“I don’t know, I think she’ll look great in prison
Suddenly,
Erica’s shock turned into anger. One
perfect black eyebrow rose up haughtily.
Then she graced them with a secretive smile.
“What are
the charges?” Erica asked.
“Manufacture
and distribution of drugs, namely Climax,” Ms Americana said.
“Really? That’ll be a
neat trick,” Erica said, now grinning.
“I own this club, and I can assure you there are NO illicit drugs of any
kind on the premises, much less anything so scandalously named Climax.”
“Bull,” Ms
Americana said. Had Erica tricked
her? Was the mob boss going to try to
discredit her? Was it all for
naught? “You can’t not
have any drugs in here.”
“Where? Have you seen
any at any time since vaulting through my windows and assaulting us unprovoked? Hmm?” Erica
said. She folded her arms beneath her
38Ds and starting tapping one stiletto heeled foot. “I assure you, you will be charged for the
damage. The repairs aren’t coming out of
my pocket, Missy. And I will be pressing
charges of assault and battery. I’m
pretty sure my associates will file charges as well.”
Ms Americana
and Flag Girl were dumbstruck. Never in
all their time as super heroines had the villain
failed to be conducting illegal activities at the time of their attack. If Erica and her goons really did press
charges then the police and judicial system would be obligated to hunt down,
arrest and try them on charges. They
would have to go deep underground. It
could very well be the end of Ms Americana and Flag Girl
“Where are
the drugs?” Erica repeated with way too much pleasure in her rich voice. She walked over to a filing cabinet and
pulled open all the drawers. “Not
there. How about the
desk?”
Ms Americana
and Flag Girl watched in stunned silence as Erica walked over to the small steel
desk in the corner. At that time Ms
Americana noticed the goons were all starting to drag themselves to their
feet. Slowly, painfully, they were
rejoining them.
“Not here,
or there,” Erica said, flinging open drawers.
Then she paused, with a dramatic pause, before she reached down into the
last drawer. “This is something.”
Erica pulled
out a small tank about the size and shape of a fire extinguisher. A clear tube going into a clear face mask
dangled from it. Eric opened the valve
and smiled as she pressed the mask over her mouth and nose.
“I was
wrong. You were right, Ms Americana,”
Erica said, her voice muffled. “There is
Climax in this room.”
With that,
she reached under the desk and flipped a switch. Ms Americana jumped when she heard an aerosol
hiss as hidden jets spat out enormous amounts of the insidious drug
Climax. She heard and felt jets spewing
Climax in the floor, ceiling and walls.
The room quickly filled with a strong aroma of roses.
“Quick, out
the window,” Ms Americana cried, and held her breath.
She could
already feel the affects of the drug.
Once introduced to Climax the drug took effect faster and faster. But she wasn’t going to stay long enough to
be taken down by it. Not this time. But the goons heard her command to Flag Girl
and most ran toward the window. Within
three steps Ms Americana knew she could get through in time, but not Flag
Girl. So she turned and prepared to
fight them off until her sidekick reached her and they could jump to freedom
together.
“They’re
holding their breath!” Erica called through the air mask. “It’ll only take a few seconds and they will
have to breathe, and then they will be ours!”
Ms Americana
intended on proving her wrong. But
Frankie came out of nowhere to tackle Flag Girl from behind. Together, they crashed at Ms Americana’s
feet. She heard Flag Girl’s wind knocked
out of her, and knew it was inevitable.
Then to her horror, she realized her sidekick’s face was right over a
spewing jet of Climax.
“Ooffff!” Flag Girl cried. “Oh!
Oh! Oohhhhhh!”
“NO! Don’t breathe!” Ms Americana cried, expending
her breath.
Instantly
she saw Flag Girl’s expression change for shock to pure pleasure.
“Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!”
Flag Girl cried, climaxing.
“Oh no, Flag
Girl,” she cried, then took a deep breath before she
realized what she did. Fire erupted deep
within Ms Americana’s belly. An oh so familiar feeling, recalled from a month back, just
downstairs. “Great
Larry
grabbed her right arm and twisted it behind her back.
“Aaahhh,” Ms Americana cried. “Let….go….of me!”
She hooked
her foot behind his, and pulled his foot out from under him. Off balance, he lost his grip and she twisted
free, but fell to one knee. A jet of
Climax beneath her, so close she felt the wind on her face and it pushed her
hair back from her face. Unfortunately,
she had taken another breath before realizing the danger. Even now, holding her breath again, she knew.
<Great
There was no
escaping it. She was just seconds from
climaxing, hard. It took all of her will
power and determination to hold it at bay.
To climax now was to lose. It
would mean failure and capture -- by Erica Sambino! And that would be followed by hours of
endless debauchery with her worst enemies.
“I cannot be
defeated!” she cried, deciding it was better to escape alone and come back for
Flag Girl than to allow both of them to be captured. She looked around at the grinning men. They all had lecherous grins, and erections
trying to fight their ways out of trousers.
Seeing all those erections made her throat tighten up and her heart
began to hammer. “I am…Ms…Ameri…”
Sal walked
up to her and dropped his slacks. She
looked at his cock with watering mouth and lost control of her lungs
again. Taking several deep breaths, she
finally reached out and gently took Sal’s cock in hand and stroked it length
before dropping to her knees.
“I can’t
believe…,” she muttered, smelling the stench of his cock even through the heavy
aroma of roses. “So
wrong.”
She looked
up into his grinning, lecherous eyes and felt butterflies erupt in her
belly. She groaned low, and his cock
stiffened even more. After staring at it
incredulously a long second, Ms Americana reached out with her tongue and
licked his dick head.
“Yes,” he
said hoarsely. “I’ve dreamed…oh, how
I’ve dreamed…”
Ms Americana
felt her defenses crumbling. She was panting
now, sucking in enormous amounts of Climax.
She watched as Erica walked up beside her, holding her clean air mask to
her face, above the fray and coming debauchery.
She looked so damned pleased with herself.
“Please…I
beg you…,” Ms Americana started to say.
Then Sal pushed his dick against her full red lips. She tasted him on the top of her tongue
again, and licked it again. And again. Then took him deep into her hot, eager mouth, sucking for a long
moment, before Erica pulled her hair and head back.
“I own you.”
Everything
crashed deep inside.
“I…am…defeated,”
she groaned as she felt that threatening climax finally batter down her
defenses. It roared in victory as it
claimed her, body and soul. “Eeeoouuhhhhhhhhiiiieeeeeeeeee!”
When she lifted
her head, Sal pushed his hips forward again and she gobbled him down. Erica squatted beside
her, running her free hand through her long black hair and then down her silky
smooth back, before gently caressing her shapely rump.
<I fall
again,> Ms Americana thought miserably, helplessly. She cut her eyes at Erica, so pleased and
smug. <For the last time.>
A glance
toward her sidekick found Flag Girl stripped of top and skirt, on all four and
taking it in both ends. And she looked
to be really enjoying it, too.
“Suck him,
whore,” Erica snarled through the mask.
Her command was so compelling, while her insult still stung. Soon, she knew from past experience, she
wouldn’t care what she called her. “You
are a whore. You have always been a
whore. And now you and Flag Twit are MY
whores.”
Sal was
having his dearest, most erotic fantasy coming true -- Ms Americana sucking his
pecker -- and he knew he was enjoying it too much, not to mention he was also
filled with Climax. That was a
heartbreaking combination, cutting short his fantasy fuck when he climaxed and
emptied his cock inside her mouth. Ms
Americana sucked it all down, swallowing over and over willingly, eagerly. Then he pulled out too soon, and spewed another
milky ounce across her red lips and nose.
“Heh! Heh! Look everyone, Ms Jugs-anna
has my jizm on her lips,” Sal crowed.
“That’s
funny, Sal, her sidekick BJ Girl here has my cum shot
across her luscious lips, too,” Larry said.
“Heh! Heh!” Sal said. “Make
them lick the cum off each other’s lips.”
“Ooohh, yes,” Erica said.
“Do it.”
Flag Girl
was dragged over promptly and dumped before Ms Americana. She saw a load of semen shot across her ass
cheeks, and an extra thick load dripping off the sexy sidekick’s perfect red
lips. Ms Americana hungered for those
lips. Those full, warm lips she had
looked at and watched for years. She
hungered deeply for them.
Flag Girl
lifted her lips to her mentor, slightly parted and eyes half closed. Ms Americana took her sexy protégé’s
beautiful face in both of her gloved hands and admired her for a long second,
then bent down to kiss her. Their
tongues preceded their lips, and then they sank into each other right
away. Years of longing and need on both
sides consumed them.
“Whoa,”
Larry said. “Look at them go at each other.”
“Like
sex-starved minx in heat,” Erica said, impressed.
Soon, Flag
Girl reached up and ripped Ms Americana’s bikini top open, spilling out her
magnificent 44DDs. Ms Americana rose up
on her knees, pulling Flag Girl to her knees as well. Their naked breasts pressed together as they
kissed, licked and sucked the sticky cum and lipstick off each others
lips. Very quickly, though, Ms Americana
started kissing her way down Flag Girl’s incredible nineteen year old
body. Then, as she sucked in a rock hard
pink nipple, her right hand slipped down, down and into Flag Girl’s bikini
waxed bush.
“Ohhhh, Ms A,” Flag Girl breathed dreamily. Her well muscled back arched when Ms
Americana started rubbing her clit.
“Yes!”
Erotic heat
flamed up deep in Flag Girl’s belly. Ms
Americana knew exactly what she needed.
She felt her body changing, felt the natural lubricants flow from her
cunt, felt the heat intensify and spread like wildfire through her shapely,
teenage body. Within seconds she was
panting, heart racing, mind reeling.
“I’m wanted
this for years,” Flag Girl gasped out hoarsely.
Then she felt that wonderful tingling sensation change into that
unstoppable rush to climax. “Aaahhh…uuhhgghh. Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Erica sucked
in a deep breath of clean air and pulled away her air mask. With her other hand, she seized Flag Girl’s
silky blonde ponytail and jerked it back.
Before the sexy sidekick could comprehend what she was doing, Erica
smothered her lips with a passionate kiss.
The kiss lingered until Erica couldn’t hold her breath any longer, all the
while she felt her former enemy convulsing with climax after climax beneath
her.
“Quickly,
Flag Whore, eat out Ms Ameri-whore’s cunt,” Erica commanded.
Sal removed
Ms Americana’s bikini bottoms completely.
The sensational super heroine laid back eagerly, her booted legs spread
wide. Her gloved hands quickly reached
down and spread her cunt lips wide. Flag
Girl crawled between those mile long legs and admired her mentor’s perfect body
a long second. She pulled off her opera
gloves, and then she started caressing Ms Americana’s silky thighs. Skin on skin. Next, the defeated blonde coed/super heroine
started kissing her way up her mentor’s legs, from her knee to her bikini waxed
twat.
“Oooohhhhh,” Ms Americana cooed and groaned low and
sensuously as her sexy protégé’s hot tongue caressed her cunt lips for the
first time.
Ms Americana
buried her long, delicate fingers deep in Flag Girl’s blonde tresses. She did not want that incredible tongue, or
those gorgeous lips to break contact with her pussy, much less stop driving her
mad with desire and pleasure. After her
night under the influence of Climax in the sorority,
“Great
Erica
couldn’t take it any more. She hiked up
her evening gown to around her waist.
That revealed she wasn’t wearing panties. Commando. She wore nothing but black stockings and lacy
garter belt. She stepped to either side
of Ms Americana’s head, then squatted, thrusting her glistening completely
shaven pussy in her prisoner’s face.
“Hhhmmmmmmmm,” Ms Americana groaned, suddenly starving for
pussy as she wrapped her full red lips around that quivering mound.
“Ooohhh, yeeessss,” Erica said,
feeling Ms Americana’s tongue starting to lap hungrily at her bald cunt.
Both Ms
Americana and Flag Girl began sucking hard on the clits before them. Both Ms Americana and Erica arched their
backs and gasped. Meanwhile, another
horny Sambino Family goon moved up behind Flag Girl. He quickly and easily mounted her sopping wet
pussy and went to town. The other men
were gathered around, watching the show with need and desire fiercely stoked by
Climax saturated air.
As she rode
Ms Americana’s beautiful masked face, Erica reached down with her free hand to
pinch, pull and twist her fuck toy’s rock hard nipples. Big, perfectly defined
nipples, not the kind that just fade to nothing.
The heat was
already burning in Erica’s twat before she kissed Flag Girl. Now that her pussy was well mounted on Ms
Americana’s talented mouth, her shapely body quivered and burned with desire
and pleasure. It was without doubt the
best fuck she ever had. And she had
bedded porn stars, both male and female.
Ms Americana had talent and endurance.
“Oh, God,
Daddy, if only you could see me now!” Erica cried into her air mask, her mind
spinning with the pleasure she was receiving from Ms Americana. Ms Americana, her fuck toy. Her sex slave. She now OWNED her father’s greatest enemy,
the woman that was his downfall. The
statuesque super heroine had almost destroyed the Sambino Family, but now she
was subdued and tamed, theirs to do with as they please. And right now, it pleased Erica to fuck her
till sunrise. “I’ve conquered Ms
Americana and Flag Girl! I’ve completed
the job you gave me.”
With that,
Erica climaxed. It came upon her
suddenly, without warning. The pleasure
and knowledge of her conquest was too much for her libido and body. She fell to her knees, Ms Americana adjusting
to the slight shift, then thrust her tongue deep up
her mistress’s vagina.
“Yyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooowwwwwwwww!”
Erica cried.
That was too
much for the Climax-drugged Sambino thugs surrounding them. Frankie rushed forward. He straddled Ms Americana’s chest, just below
her 44DDs. He was naked, and his hard
cock flopped down between her titanic tits.
After pushing both tits together, he began to frantically titty fuck the
Queen of Justice’s milky white jugs.
Sal reached
down and grabbed Erica’s tits.
“No! Wait, you moron,” Erica cried. He jostled her arm, pushing the hand with the
breathing cup from her face. She got a
whiff of Climax. She just managed to get
the mask back to her face when Sal ripped her gown down from her 38Ds, exposing
her to the world. He immediately sucked
in an erect pink nipple. Before she
could do anything about Sal, Larry moved up on her other side, his monster cock
thrust into her face. “Larry,
no! It’s the drug. The Climax, stop before….NO!”
Larry
snatched the mask away, ripping it off the hose to the canister of air. He was almost totally consumed with lust,
primal and demanding. But he knew she
wasn’t willing. So he made her willing,
by snapping a capsule of Climax below her nose.
“Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee-hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm!”
Erica cried, experiencing the greatest orgasm of her life as she shoved his
huge cock into her mouth halfway through it
Ms Americana
heard Erica climax, and felt her body convulsing uncontrollable, then felt her own lower face become drenched in Erica’s girl
cum. That, combined with Flag Girl’s
efforts and Frankie’s titty fucking, pushed her over the top, too.
“Uuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhh! Great
Ms Americana
never knew sex could be so great.
Nothing could possibly be better than sex. If she had her way, she’d be fucked
constantly for the rest of her life. She
had an epiphany: She had WASTED her life
repressing honest, natural sexual urges just to feed her power belt, to be a
super heroine.
<Thirty-four
years old, and I end up being Erica’s whore anyway,> she thought as Frankie
climaxed and started spewing hot cum across her face, neck and tits. <Sixteen years as a horny, miserable super
heroine, when I couldn’t been going to orgies or otherwise getting fucked.>
Flag Girl
was pulled off her as Frankie rolled off her.
Her now former sidekick gave her such a hungry, lusty look Ms Americana
came again. She then watched Flag Girl
gobble up a Sambino goon dick while another began fingering her asshole in
preparation to butt fucking her.
“Our turn,
Ameri-fuck,” another goon said.
Ms Americana
was rolled onto her belly and he began fingering her asshole. She relaxed her sphincter to let him have
free access. She wanted it. She’d never been rump humped before. But another thug got her attention, by
plopping down on the floor before her, within easy reach of her mouth. His cock was big and hard, already rubbing
across her face and mouth.
“Mmmmmm,” Ms Americana said as she sucked him down. She swished his cock head around with her
tongue a few minutes, until he was almost jerking convulsively, then she
swallowed him whole. He was ten
inches. A big portion of that ten inches pushed deep into her throat. Indeed, it felt like her entire throat was
completely filled with cock for a long moment there.
“Son of a
bitch!” he cried. “Deep
throat! Ms Americana is deep-throating me!”
Every one of
the Sambino goons had every one of the women every way imaginable over the next
eight hours. Eventually, even the drug
Climax couldn’t keep the men up and fucking, and they started passing out
around the room. The three girls lap danced
and performed girl-on-girl sex shows for the men, but that only kept them up a
little longer.
When Frankie
finally passed out sprawled out across the floor, Ms Americana riding his cock,
she looked around in sexual frustration and bleary eyes. The sun was coming up outside. Men were scattered all around the room. Erica had passed out with Sal’s cock in her
mouth. Flag Girl was asleep under Larry,
his limp cock still in her cunt.
Ms Americana
smiled wearily and laid her head down on Frankie’s chest. But before she went to sleep, she felt the
air change. The scent of roses was only
faint now. The Climax in her body was
slowly bleeding away. But she knew from
experience its effects lingered for days.
Then the
door opened and dark suited men entered.
She watched as a thick gray-haired man walked up to her and squatted. He chuckled and lifted her head by her hair.
“Ms
Americana, what a supreme pleasure to cross paths in such circumstances,” he
said.
“Don
Dominic,” she said softly, wearily.
“Heh, boss,
here’s Erica Sambino, passed out from fucking,” another man called.
“Tie her up,
hands and feet,” Boss Dominic Bertinelli said, grinning. “Looks like there’s
going to be a new Boss of Bosses, heh boys?”
“Here’s Flag
Fuck, Boss,” another goon said.
“Bring her
over next to Ms Americana,” Boss Dominic said.
“It’s time we ended both of their crime-fighting careers.”
Ms Americana
felt her arms pulled back and her wrists bound tightly together. She struggled weakly, but quickly gave up in
exhaustion as her ankles were tied together, too. Flag Girl was dumped next to her, already
bound hand and foot.
“I will do
anything you ask if you let Flag Girl go,” Ms Americana said.
“No,” Boss
Dominic said. “But I’m going to allow
you to choose your fate. I will shoot
you both in the back of the head and dump your fucked, cum-soaked naked bodies
on front of the police headquarters, OR I will allow you both to choose
prostitution. Work for me as
whores. Willingly. Eagerly.”
Ms Americana
and Flag Girl looked at each other. They
knew instantly which they would choose.
After that night, how could they choose anything else? They were born to fuck.
“We want to
live,” Ms Americana said softly. “We are
yours to command. We will whore
ourselves for you, Boss Dominic.”
“Excellent
choice,” he said. Then he reached for Ms
Americana’s face. “Now, let’s see who’s
been hiding behind that star-spangled blue mask for these years.”
He moved so
fast, she didn’t have time to realize what was happening. Within a second the mask was pulled off,
exposing her face for all to see. She
just stared at him open-mouthed, terrified.
“Brenda
Wade? Really? Wow,” he said, amazed. Then he reached out and pulled off Flag
Girl’s mask. “And her snotty ward, Lydia
Wills. Oh, how I’m going to enjoy
fucking the shit out of you two.”
# # #
Six months
later…Boss Dominic smiled as he watched Erica dancing on the stripper
pole. They were down in his basement, in
his private custom build titty bar. It
was for the boys, really. They worked so
hard busting heads all day, so they deserved a place to go and relax.
Erica was on
her “weekend.” From the Crazy Girls
Brothel Boss Dominic owned down in
Erica wore
nothing but lacy black garter belt, black hose and black stiletto pumps. Oh, and diamonds. Her neck, ears, wrists and fingers were
dripping with diamonds. To remind her how far she’d fallen. But she looked happy enough. They were all quite happy in their new, more
subservient places in society.
It felt good
to have the three most powerful, most arrogant, most haughty stuck up bitches
now groveling at his feet, begging to suck his dick. It was good to be Boss.
“Watch her
work it,” Boss Dominic said, pointing at one of the monitors on the wall. He was pointing at the drop dead gorgeous
brunette with the 44DDs. She was twenty
miles away, standing in the doorway of her room. The former Queen of Justice was wearing her
full costume, mask included. Of course,
her real power belt was locked in a safe in a secret location. Along with Flag Girl’s
belt, and their spares. “I tell
you, giving these girls Climax three times a day was a stroke of genius. It keeps them super horny and very pliable. Remind me to thank Erica later.”
The brothel
had formerly been owned by Erica Sambino.
Now he owned it, and everything else she ever owned. As well, he had stripped Wade Industries down
to a mere shell of its former self. Wade
Industries, or what was left of it, filed for bankruptcy that afternoon.
Ms Americana
was up on the High Definition TV, working it like a long time pro. She was taunting and teasing a couple of
sailors, trying to get them both at once.
Two men at once was her favorite sex act. And she was damned good at it, too.
Another
monitor showed her former protégé, Flag Girl, sucking a fat Latino off one
floor below. Blow jobs seemed to be her
specialty. Nobody did it better, in his
opinion. Flag Girl rarely wore her
costume. He preferred her to work as
Erica slid
off the small stage and headed toward him, a sultry look in her dark eyes, red
lips glistening, her face a mask of lust. She didn’t say a thing, just spread his legs
and knelt between them. He looked up at
Ms Americana as she unzipped him. The
sexy super heroine whore was out of her top, and that made the deal. Both sailors followed her into her room.
“Good girl,
Erica,” he said as he watched her ruby reds wrap around his cock.
He caressed
her silky brown hair while she sucked him, all the while watching the two
sailors strip and fuck Ms Americana. By
the time he shot his seed into Erica’s mouth, Ms Americana was milking both
sailors and
“Gentlemen,
it doesn’t get any better than this,” Boss Dominic said, grinning.
THE END