DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana/Brenda Wade and Flag Girl/Lydia Wills are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villains.

This is a novel length story. I have already completed it.

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MS AMERICANA: REVERSAL OF FORTUNES: CHAPTER 2

By Dark One

CHAPTER 2

Felicity Sweetwater walked purposely through the front doors of Wade Manor. Her black stiletto pumps clacked loudly on the imported Italian marble tiles. She fought the frown that threatened to claim her face every time she entered that den of deceit. As always, her heart began to hammer.

“Here we go again,” she said, and forced a pleasant smile upon her beautiful heart-shaped face.

Today, she was decked out professionally in power red and black. She wore a red blazer and black mini shirt, with dark hose and heels. She carried her ever present briefcase filled with important documents, most of which she needed her boss Brenda Wade to sign.

<I wonder what kind of mood the bitch is in today,> she wondered silently as she made her way through the tasteful opulence of one of Delta City’s most celebrated mansions. Her office was near the kitchen, across the hallway from the butler’s office. Brenda’s home office was part of her master suite on the second floor. <These past six weeks have been perfect for my plans, but this funky brooding mood she’s in can’t last forever.>

The twenty-five year old brunette pursed her lips as she paused before a portrait of the late General Wade and a five year old Brenda. It was Brenda’s most cherished possession and hung above the giant fireplace in the mansion’s Great Room. They looked so damn happy. Finally, as her blood began to boil, her eyes narrowed and she turned toward her office with even more determination to right the injustice Brenda had wrought.

“Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth,” she muttered.

“Good morning, Ms Felicity,” Clive Honeycutt said. He was Wade Manor’s head butler. Sixty-four and white haired, he was the epitome of an English butler, but with an American accent. He did train in Britain. And was Delta City’s most respected butler. Of course, Brenda had to have him. Felicity remembered him most fondly from when he was her family’s butler, before the Loss. “How are you today?”

“Excellent, Clive, and you?”

“Most excellent, Ms Felicity.”

He let a brief smile of pure wickedness pass across his face, then was back to the stone-faced butler everyone knew and respected. Felicity’s bright green eyes flashed at him, with wicked pleasure, then she turned and entered her office. Clive understood something was afoot, but not what. It was good to know she had allies if necessary. Clive would cover for her.

Felicity Sweetwater wasn’t her real name. That was Felicity Drakes. Her late father was General Jamison Drakes. He was a colleague of General Wade, and they were fierce and bitter rivals throughout their military and private sector careers. Each fought to outdo the other. Mostly, they were evenly matched. But the late General Wade died first, giving her father his most satisfying victory -- outliving his hated rival.

Then Brenda took over her new empire when she came of age, still remembering and resenting the Drakes Family’s pleasure in her adopted father’s demise. Felicity’s father proved unable to see the threat from the beautiful heiress until it was too late. Brenda pulled off one of the most ruthless, most brilliant takeovers in Delta City business history. She literally took over and merged the Drakes Family company into her own, leaving the Drakes Family penniless.

The loss of everything put the elder Drakes in an early grave. Shortly after that, Felicity and her mother was tossed out of their vast estate by creditors, put on the street. Her mother was still young and attractive, and quickly fell victim to the city’s basest predators, and was forced into prostitution to feed her family. A whore’s money paid for Felicity’s college education. All the while, though, Felicity was planning her revenge.

And it was going better and faster than anticipated.

After college, Felicity got a job with her hated enemy’s company, Wade Enterprises. She worked long hours and weekends, and proved herself exceedingly resourceful and helpful. Especially helpful to Ms Wade and her staff. Soon, she was asked to join the owner’s personal staff. And three months after that, Brenda’s long time personal assistant vanished without a trace.

Felicity smiled at the thought. Alison Chambers was almost as stuck up and arrogant as Brenda Wade. The thought of that proud, haughty beauty working as a prostitute in Bangkok brought a smile to her face and warmth to her heart.

Alison deserved what she got.

But not as much as Brenda. And shortly after being promoted to Brenda’s personal assistant, Felicity began putting her plan into operation. Operation Take Down was well underway, and succeeding far beyond Felicity’s wildest dreams. Brenda thought she was a great judge of character and people’s abilities. Felicity soon had enormous power within the company. Her word was almost the same as Brenda’s, making even top executives jump to obey. No one questioned her, no matter how strange the request or order.

“Soon, I’ll own all of this. I’ll take away everything she owns and loves, and return the favor tenfold,” she said, grinning cruelly. “And Brenda Wade will suffer my family’s fate -- penniless in a cold, cruel world.”

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Brenda Wade sat at her desk. She wore only her crimson silk dressing robe, and that barely came down past her twat. It was Victoria’s Secret, of course. She loved their lingerie and boudoir attire. Her long, raven mane was freshly washed, and still damp around the edges. Her makeup man, Andre, had applied her cosmetics and she just needed to get dressed for work. Those clothes were already laid out by her stylist, who left for a doctor’s appointment.

But for the past ninety minutes her eyes had been glued to the computer screen, perusing the local newspaper’s and TV stations’ websites. It was worse than she expected. Everyone knew the Debutante-a-day Gang bested Ms Americana and Flag Girl, and it was reported that the super duo was BARELY saved from lives spent in white slavery by the timely arrival of the men in blue. The Police, of course, were preening and patting themselves on their backs, so utterly proud of themselves. For once, it wasn’t the other way around.

“Damn them,” she muttered, baby blues peeking out from under lowered, perfectly plucked black brows. And worse, the slavers not only captured Hilary Hightower last night, but Amber Thompson and Nikki Garza. Ms Thompson was the daughter of her close friend, Lynette Thompson, owner of a popular national chain of themed restaurants. Nikki Garza was a popular radio personality and billboard model in Delta City, and daughter of a wealthy banking family. “Poor Hilary, Amber and Nikki. Forgive me for failing you.”

Bzzzzz.

Brenda frowned. Her super efficient personal assistant was on the job. Right on time, too. Felicity would want to know if she was working from home or the office today. Brenda had originally intended to go into the office, but not after reading the news accounts of last night’s fiasco. She and Lydia had to discuss changes in strategy and tactics. Maybe it was time the city’s super heroines stopped competing, and started coordinating their activities.

Pressing the intercom button, “Yes, Felicity?”

“Good morning, boss,” Felicity’s rich alto said through the speakers. “Is there anything you need? Coffee or chamomile?”

“Hmmm, you know me too well, Felicity,” she said, smiling. “Chamomile, please.”

“Coming up,” Felicity said.

Brenda smiled. Felicity was the best assistant she’d ever had. She could do anything and everything. Since the Debutante-a-day Gang started their reign of terror and debauchery she had come to rely on Felicity more and more. The young beauty was all but running Wade Enterprises.

Five minutes later, Brenda heard a faint “bong” and knew Felicity entered the master suite. Each of her doors were wired, and the bell sounded differently for each. No one snuck up on Brenda in her own bedroom. Shortly, Felicity strode in with a steaming cup of tea in one hand and a thick folder of paperwork in the other. Brenda almost groaned when she spotted that folder. It meant work. Specifically, signing paper after paper after paper. Being CEO of a major corporation meant signing papers all damn day long. She hated it sometimes.

“I saw that sharp look,” Felicity scolded playfully. “You know the world as we know it grinds to a halt if you don’t do your job. I need your signature on these right away. I promise, they are only the most urgent, most pressing ones. If you’re up to it, I have a TON of papers and contracts for you to peruse and sign down in my office.”

“I’m not up to it yet,” Brenda said, then sighed with resignation. She accepted the tea gratefully, took a sip and watched Felicity riffle through the papers in the folder, and finally select one and lay it before her boss. “What’s this?”

“Anderson contract. Sign next to the red flags and initial next to the yellows,” Felicity said, grinning. “As usual.”

“You’re getting cocky, girl,” Brenda said, and grinned. She signed and initialed where indicated without reading a word of it. She trusted Felicity completely. “I think I kind of like it. You’ll go places, if I’m any judge of people.”

“Thank you. I intend on going very far, indeed,” Felicity said, picking up that contract and plopping an even thicker one down next. “Purchase of that wilderness area that you wanted so the lumber companies couldn’t cut down all that old growth forest.”

“Oh good,” Brenda said, starting to sign with more enthusiasm. Once again, she didn’t bother reading anything. She didn’t notice the crafty look that flitted across Felicity’s face. “This is a victory for our side, for once.”

“Very good,” the assistant said, picking up that contract and placing another deep stack before her boss. Her heart thundered in her ears now. If Brenda chose this moment to stop and read, then everything would come unraveled. “Sign this and I’ll let you relax with your tea.”

“What is this docu….?” Brenda started.

“Oh, by the way, are you going into the office today?” Felicity said. Brenda noticed a bit more color in her face. “I ask because you aren’t dressed yet? Are you feeling well? Should I call a doctor?”

“No, please. I never get sick,” Brenda said, chuckling. She worried about her so much. It was flattering, but needless. She was, after all, a superior woman. Common maladies that struck down most men and women didn’t bother her. She started signing and initialing where indicated. There was a lot of flags in that stack. Normally, she’d read every one, but she didn’t have time. She had to get with Lydia and work on their plan of action. The white slavers HAD to be stopped, and stopped immediately. “But I won’t be going into the office today. In fact, I have personal business to attend, so I’ll need you to take all of my appointments for me again.”

She was the first assistant she ever had she could trust to make the correct decision every time. The woman was a business genius.

“Not working from home either?” Felicity said, a look of shock flitted across her lovely face, but it was quickly squelched and she was completely professional again. But she did slant a glance at her still full folder of pending contracts and such. ”Okay, I can deal with anything going down today. It’s a slow day, after all.”

“Excellent,” Brenda said, pushing the stack away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have to wake Lydia and get ready.”

“You got it, boss,” Felicity said, quickly scooping up the stack of signed papers. She almost had a victorious look, but on second glance she was completely professional. “I’ll take care of you properly, promise.”

“I know you will, Felicity.”

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Felicity managed to pick up the papers and leave without betraying her excitement. She was all a-tremble the second she exited Brenda’s private office.

<Soon to be my office,> she thought. She paused to look around at the opulent bedchamber. The California king sized four poster bed was the largest she’d ever seen, and had twenty-five hundred dollar silk sheets. A 60 inch flat screen LED TV dropped out of the ceiling so she could watch TV in bed. There were two sprawling closets, one for clothes and another just for accessories. There was even a sunken sitting area with a fireplace, and another large LED TV for entertaining. The artwork that decorated the bedroom alone was valued in excess of seven million. <I could be comfortable in this room.> Then she glanced at the huge bed, <And I’ll have a lot more fun in that bed than Ms High and Mighty back there ever had.>

She was sweating profusely now, heart hammering and hands trembling. That was a close call. The last packet of paper she set before Brenda was the first half of the final two packets. So just one more packet, and it was done. Brenda didn’t know it, but she just signed away Wade Enterprises to Felicity Drakes. Felicity doubted she ever remembered Felicity Drakes, but she’d know her soon enough, and be sorry she lost track of her, too. Oh, she would regret this day.

“Operation Take Over, Take Down is underway,” Felicity murmured as she exited the master suite. “One more bit of work. Just have to put that final nail into her financial coffin, then the fun begins. Oh yeah.”

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Brenda finished her tea, then stood. She stretched sensuously, feeling the silky hem of her robe rise up to expose her Brazilian bikini waxed twat. She didn’t care. The cool air conditioned air felt good on it. So good, it reminded her of the previous night while in the hands of the white slavers. Jack had done bad things to her. He came close to climaxing her. Lydia came even closer to orgasm.

“The fools,” she said, baby blues flashing. “All they accomplished was to make us stronger.”

Pent up sexual frustration powered their belts. Of course, that meant climaxes robbed them of that pent up energy, and thus robbed them of strength. Enough climaxes, and they were effectively de-powered. That could not be allowed to happen.

She logged off the PC and headed for Lydia’s room. Her teenage ward had slept late, sleeping off the previous night’s adventure. Brenda wished she could sleep. But the guilt of letting the white slavers slip through her fingers was too great. Too humiliating.

Brenda knocked gently, and opened Lydia’s door. She immediately heard a soft moan. Fear struck her, thinking someone was attacking Lydia. So she rushed in and looked around. What she found was Lydia face down on her king sized bed, clutching desperately at the bed sheets and her shapely ass thrust up into the air. Since the blonde beauty slept in the nude, her shiny wet cunt was in full view. Thankfully, she was alone and having an erotic dream.

<I understand that,> Brenda said, since she had at least one a night, and had numerous in the brief time she’d slept after last night’s disaster. Indeed, like it appeared Lydia was doing right now, Brenda dreamed about being captured and molested over and over, until she woke up sweaty and tangled in her sheets. And it happened more times than she cared to remember, so she got up early. <Poor thing.>

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Brenda laid her hand gently on the blonde beauty’s shoulder, and said, “Sweetheart? Wake up.”

“Oh! What? Who?” Lydia cried, head popping straight up and eyes wild. “Oh, it’s you.”

Lydia relaxed and collapsed into her pillow.

“Rough night?”

“The worse,” Lydia gasped. Her hand crept down to her glistening twat. “Oooo, I ache so badly, Brenda. Do you understand?”

“Sadly, yes I do,” Brenda admitted reluctantly. “Welcome to my world, baby.”

Lydia suddenly sat up.

“What do you mean?” she asked intently.

“I have dreams like that every night. Last night was worse, of course, since we came so terribly close to being raped and sold into white slavery,” Brenda said. “Close calls always make my dreams more erotic, wilder. But, that is a good thing.”

“How,” Lydia said, still panting lightly. She placed a perfectly manicured hand upon her chest. “My body is on fire right now. I want a man so bad it hurts.”

“Ah, my pretty little protégé, that is good. Sexual frustrations fuels our power belts,” she said. She sighed sadly. “I wish it was otherwise, but that is our secret. As long as we have needs and pent up sexual frustrations we get to be super heroines. If we ever lose our sexual desires or take lovers, we are involuntarily retired.”

Lydia scowled at the wall a long moment. Brenda understood. She felt that way the first ten years or so of being Ms Americana. There wasn’t any way around it.

“Who is the perv that perpetrated this sick joke on us anyway?” Lydia said, then took a deep, calming breath.

“Ha! I fired him years ago,” Brenda said, winking. The fact that it was a MAN that invented and perfected their power belts didn’t escape her, either. Lydia finally smiled. “We have to talk, my friend.”

“About what?”

“Our tactics and strategies,” Brenda said. “They aren’t working.”

“We almost got them last night.”

“But we didn’t, and almost got captured instead,” Brenda said. “And, to add insult to injury, the sorry bastards went out and kidnapped two more socialites. Amber Thompson and Nikki Garza.”

“No! Not Amber and Nikki,” Lydia cried. “I just spoke with them yesterday. Nikki was planning a big party for this weekend and wanted me to come.”

Amber and Nikki were best friends. They did everything together. They were undoubtedly captured together, too good of a catch for the Debutante-a-day Gang to pass on. Brenda wondered if they would be sold to the same madam or pimp. She hoped so, that way they would have each other to lean on during the trying times to come.

“I think we are playing it too safe,” Brenda said. She grimaced. “I’m afraid we are going to have to up the ante and take a much bigger risk.”

“I agree,” Lydia said, eyes bright. “Those heartless miscreants have to be taken down. And fast. Any risk is worth it, I say.”

Brenda’s heart began to race. Easier said than done. For her, any way. She knew that if they failed, then one or both of them would definitely fall prey to the white slavers.

“One of us is going to have to go out on the town, and act as bait for the white slavers,” Brenda said. Lydia’s eyes grew wide and she swallowed hard, several times. At least she understood the risk, and what would happen if they failed. “It’s so dangerous, I am already beginning to have reservations. Maybe we should…”

“No, you were right the first time,” Lydia said. “I’m going to have to go out tonight, and try to get targeted by the white slavers.”

“Actually, I was thinking I would be the bait. I’m still young enough to entice them, and I am sure I’d bring a higher price on the white slavery market, being so rich and all,” Brenda said. “So they’d be willing to take a greater risk to acquire me.”

“Probably so,” Lydia said. “But I’m nineteen. Enough said.” She chuckled at Brenda’s frown. “Let’s be straight about this. If you are the bait, then I have to take on all the white slavers alone. If I am the bait, then you take them on. Who do you think will be the most likely to prevail? And remember, I’m only half as strong and fast as you.”

“I could wear my power belt under my street clothes.”

“And you would risk betraying our secret identities,” Lydia said. She gave Brenda a coy, sly look. “And if they figured out who you are, then they’ll know who I am.”

“Damn,” Brenda said. “I don’t want to put you at such risk.”

“I agreed to that risk the first time I put on my costume,” Lydia said. “I accept the risk, and in fact I’m proud and excited to take it. I will accept any risk just for the chance to put those horrible men behind bars.”

“Alright,” Brenda said reluctantly. “Get dressed. We’ll go scout out the clubs, parking lots and street, and then work on our plan of action for tonight.”

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

“Oh, Ms Felicity, I didn’t know you were still here,” Clive said as she came out of her office. Brenda’s first appointment, which she would attend, was in an hour. “I would have sent over refreshments if I’d known.”

“No problem, Clive. I appreciate the thought, though,” she said.

“Ms Wade and Miss Lydia are about to leave as well,” he said.

Felicity froze. Was this her chance? She was always on the lookout for times when Brenda was distracted. And there was only one more packet of paperwork to sign, and then she would own everything Brenda Wade owned. Absolutely everything.

Hands trembling, throat tight, Felicity wondered if she dared to try and pull this off today. She’d already taken a big chance once today. And she did tell Brenda what she signed this morning was the most urgent business.

“Are you alright, Ms Felicity?” Clive said, clearly concerned.

“I-I’m fine,” she stammered. “I just didn’t eat breakfast, and got a little lightheaded for a second. I’ll be fine. I promise.”

Felicity excused herself and headed for the front door. She couldn’t stop shaking. If she misjudged the situation everything could be jeopardized. As it stood, Brenda Wade was still a millionaire. She had a considerable fortune outside of Wade Enterprises. Felicity now owned Wade Enterprises, but if left as is, Brenda could hire high dollar lawyers and drag her into court for years to come, and Felicity couldn’t guarantee she would win. She had to strip away the last vestiges of Brenda’s wealth and power, had to leave her utterly destitute and helpless.

She heard them coming down the grand stairs as she neared the entrance foyer. Felicity arrived first and glanced back up the stairs. Brenda and Lydia were whispering to each other, looking like two thieves planning a robbery. They were wearing jeans and t-shirts. Their mouths snapped shut the moment they saw her. Brenda looked a bit stressed and agitated.

<Perfect,> Felicity thought. Then aloud, “Ms Wade! Thank God, I thought you had already left. I didn’t know what I was going to do.”

“What do you mean? Some kind of emergency?”

“Not now,” she said, pulling out the last packet needed for Operation Take Down, Take Out. She plopped it on a side table and presented a pen. “Thank God you are still here to sign this. I know I said all the most urgent contracts were signed earlier, but this is hot. It’s do or die time.”

For the first time, Brenda looked at Felicity with a touch of doubt. With annoyance. Maybe with a bit of anger.

“This can’t wait?”

“No. I’m sorry. Really,” Felicity said.

“You don’t look sorry,” Lydia said, then laughed. “Go ahead, Brenda, can’t let the company go to Hell, now can you?”

“Guess not,” Brenda said with a deep sigh, taking the pen and opening the packet to the first flag.

Felicity’s heart skipped a beat as Brenda paused, as if reading the page. But then she shook her head and signed. Brenda went through the packet signing and initialing faster than ever before. Felicity watched her breathlessly. Trembling. It was happening. It was really happening. She had tricked her most hated and reviled enemy into signing everything she owned over to her.

“There,” Brenda said, frowning and eyeing her assistant narrowly. “Anything else you forget, Felicity?”

“No, I think I covered everything, Ms Wade,” she said, barely able to speak normally. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Brenda said, then turned on a heel and departed.

Felicity watched her go. Unable to think clearly. Victory. Absolute victory. And that arrogant, over-endowed moron Brenda Wade didn’t even realize it yet.

“Is there a problem, Ms Felicity?” Clive asked, startling her out of her reverie.

“No, Clive, no problem at all,” she said, smiling and starting to feel warm all inside. “In fact, it is splendid. Brenda Wade just signed over her entire fortune to me.”

“What?” he said, stunned. “Why would she do that?”

“I tricked her,” Felicity said. She smiled wickedly at him. “You didn’t think I’d willingly work for HER if I didn’t have revenge planned, now did you?”

“No, I didn’t,” he said, and began to smile. “I am so pleased for you, Ms Felicity. I guess that means I work for you now? Or does Ms Wade still own this mansion?”

“Oh, no, I own EVERYTHING,” she said. “Get the staff together, Clive. Let them know I own everything Ms Wade previously owned. Don’t mention I took her fortune away by trickery, just that I did. Offer them fifty percent raises to stay loyal to me. Of course, Clive, I’ll be doubling your salary, just to start.”

“Excellent, Ms Felicity. I’m sure everyone in the manor will choose to stay on,” he said. “And may I say how pleased I am to see the Drakes Family rise again, especially at the expense of the woman that destroyed you so long ago.”

“Thank you, Clive. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go file all these papers. It won’t be official until I do,” she said. “This could take a day or two. I have to go over everything and make sure everything is in order and legal. In the meantime, ensure everyone treats Ms Wade and her twit of a ward as if nothing has changed. I want to be the one to tell them about their terrible reversal of fortune.”