Nevada Jones #2
By DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction.  It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.  All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years or older.  Delta City, Ms. Americana, Flag Girl and Lady Sara Kraft are the creation of Mr. X.  All other characters in this story are my own creation.  Feel free to use my characters in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is shown in these stories.  You can send all feedback to:

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By the end of her second day in Delta City, Nefertari was starting to wonder if waking up from her two thousand year long sleep had been a good idea.  While it had been quite satisfying to wrap a chain around the neck of Crimson Spider and throttle the bastard in partial repayment of the things he had done to her kingdom and to her personally, this new life was more than a little overwhelming.

It had started with the ship that she and her new friend Nevada had spent a month traveling to Nevada's home country on. The ship had no slaves to row it and no sails for wind to blow it.  Nevada had laughed when she had asked if it ran by magic. The pale skinned girl, and that was another thing she was trying to get used to, said the ship ran on something called technology. Nevada had tried to explain it and that had just made it worse. Apparently there were large ancient animals call dinosaurs that had been killed and were now being burned to propel the massive ship. How was that not magic?

Nefertari's thoughts returned to her new friend's skin colour. In her own time and kingdom, everyone she had known had much darker skin colour, ranging from a light brown to a near black among some of the tribes Eqt had traded with. Most of the people that Nefertari had seen in Cairo had fit that description, but Nevada, her brother and most of the other people in this Delta city were pale skinned. It had brought another laugh from Nevada when she had asked if all these pale skinned people belonged to some lower, slave caste. Apparently slavery no longer existed or at least according to Nevada was quite rare and generally frowned on, though Nevada had said something about people being slaves to their technology which was both very confusing and very worrying to Nefertari. Nevada had gone on to say that since pale skin was normal in Delta City, some people actually believed a darker skin made someone inferior. That was utter nonsense, but Nefertari had politely smiled when her friend told her this ridiculous story.

Then there was the matter of her kingdom of Eqt. Nefertari had been reluctant at first to come with Nevada to this strange land.  Surely her kingdom and her people would need her, she had explained to Nevada, but after two thousand years, no one remembered her or her kingdom.  It had been little consolation to learn that Crimson Spider had likewise been forgotten by history. Nevada had said it might have been the result of some great magic, but the fact remained that there had been no kingdom for her to go home to and so she had journeyed across the ocean to this strange place. Nevada had shown her a map of the world and told her another ridiculous story about the world being round. How could people with all this magical technology be so absurd in their beliefs?

Nefertari slumped on the sofa in the front room and sighed deeply. Nevada had gone to meet with her teacher at this university thing and her brother Arizona had gone shopping with Lex, leaving her alone in the apartment.  The two men had been the only source of friction so far between her and her friend Nevada, but not because of their gender.  The bald man, whom Nefertari had assumed was a servant, was mute while Arizona Jones could not use his legs and travelled in that device Nevada called a wheelchair. When Nefertari had expressed surprise that such obviously inferior beings had been allowed to live rather than being disposed of when their birth deformities or accidents had occurred and so crippled them, Nevada had gotten quite angry. This modern society actually valued its cripples and let them live according to Nevada and the pale skinned woman and threatened to punch her in the face if she ever suggested anything else should have been done. Oddly enough, when Nevada had stormed off, Arizona had told her not to "sweat it" and that not everyone valued people who were disabled nearly as much as his sister tried to let on was the case.

The former ruler of Eqt turned on the magic thing that Nevada had called a television with this box like remote device with buttons and started to flip through the channels.  Nevada had explained that the television was only more technology and not magic.  It displayed plays of a sort and that much Nefertari could understand. What she couldn't understand was how all of those actors fit into that thin little thing.

"I'll take ancient civilizations for $200 please Alexx," said one of the actors.

"A poisonous snake, the Asp is found in Egypt among other countries of the region," said another of the actors.

There was a buzzer and another actor said "What killed Cleopatra?"

"Correct," said the second actor.

So that was how that bitch had died, thought Nefertari as she pressed the up channel button. Serves her right for being such a whore with that Roman General whose name she couldn't remember.

"I know nothing, I see nothing, I hear nothing!" declared a fat man in a grey uniform of some sort.  He looked like some kind of stupid guard, thought Nefertari.  Crimson Spider had employed several just like this one. The dark skinned woman pressed the up button again.

The ball is on the Eagle's 30 yard line and Brady drops back to pass. Here comes the rush and he goes down under a pile of bodies," said the voice.

This looked vaguely interesting thought Nefertari. It appeared to be some kind of war games though there didn't appear to be any weapons visible. As she watched, however, the scene changed and a bald man came on the screen and began to tell her how much she needed to buy a car from him. A car was the sort of chariot like thing with wheels that she had seen on her walk to Nevada's apartment on the night they had arrived. They were more magic like the ship apparently as a bunch of horses had been ground up and shoved "under the hood" to power them. Nefertari hit the up button again.

Aaaaaaaaaeeeeeeiiiiioooooooo," moaned a woman loudly. "Yes, that's it, fuck me with that big cock of yours!"

Nefertari stared at the screen where a large breasted woman was being fucked hard from behind by a rather hairy and slightly overweight man. Well, this certainly looked like the most interesting thing Nefertari had found on this idiotic box so far. The camera viewpoint changed and now Nefertari got a close-up of the man's quite large member sliding in and out of the woman's pussy. It was rather amusing and perhaps a bit heretical to Nefertari to find out the slang term for a woman's sex was also a name for a domestic cat since cats were sacred animals in her kingdom, but it did give her a tingle in her own pussy as she watched the scene unfold.

"You like my cock in your cunt don't you bitch?" growled the man as he yanked on the blonde's long hair.

"Oh god yes," moaned the woman. "Fuck me harder. Ram that big dick into me and make me cum."

Nefertari undid the button on the jeans Nevada had bought her in the marketplace back in Cairo and slipped her hand down between her legs as she watched the television. As a monarch, she would never have tolerated a man treating her so vulgarly, but as Crimson Spider's whore she had found such treatment routine. This reminder of what that had been like should repel her, but when she pulled her fingers out of her pants, they were quite wet and she licked them clean.

"Oh fuck bitch, I am about to cum," yelled the man. "Where do you want me to cum?"

Nefertari thought it odd that the man would give the woman a choice, but she returned her hand inside her jeans and began to rub her clit as she awaited the woman's reply.

"Cum on my face," begged the woman. "Spray my face with your jizz baby."

The man grunted and now the scene shifted to a close-up of the woman's face and the man stroking his cock in front of it until suddenly there was a blast of white goo shooting from it and splattering over the woman's face. Oh my, that is hot, thought Nefertari and then to her amazement, the scene seemed to repeat itself, but this time in slow motion so she could actually see the spurts of cum travelling through the air and striking the woman's skin. Maybe not all this magic technology was so bad after all thought Nefertari as her own breathing became faster and her pleasure grew.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeooooouuuuu," moaned Nefertari.

The apartment door opened and Lex pushed Arizona into the room. The two men looked from the television where cum dripped from the blonde's face to the dark skinned woman on the sofa with her hand in her jeans.

"You know, I never liked Ron Jeremy movies until now," said Arizona with a smile.

Lex only nodded.

* * *

The mummy stalked through the dark backways of Cairo. The ruby was close, it could sense it and when he found it, someone was going to be in really bad trouble. Crimson Spider had been more than a little pissed at his decapitation, which fortunately had not been fatal to him in his current state. It had been, however, highly annoying to have to stumble around his own tomb looking for his head and getting it to reattach.

Ah, it was just on the other side of this flimsy door thought Crimson Spider and raising a bandaged foot smashed the wooden door down. Inside he heard some moaning and yelling as he strode inside and down a hall towards the source of the noise. The mummy paused in the doorway of the bedroom in shock. It wasn't the naked woman who shocked him or the fact she was in the act of bobbing her mouth up and down on a long, hard cock that shocked him. The cause of the moaning was now quite obvious, but it was the identity of the man that so shocked him.

"Paulos?" said the mummy staring at his high priest who should be two thousand years dead. The fact that this also applied to him was not lost on Crimson Spider.

The tall thin man laying on the bed getting the blowjob looked up in shock and horror and that look was soon repeated on the face of the dark skinned woman who had been servicing him a few seconds later when she looked at the doorway for the cause of the interruption. The woman opened her mouth to scream and not wanting to attract attention, Crimson Spider stepped forward and shoved her mouth back onto the reclining man's cock until she gagged.

"Keep sucking him whore, for such I judge you to be, if you want to live," rumbled the mummy and then he turned his attention back to the man. "No, I see I was mistaken.  You are not Paulos, but you do bear an uncanny resemblance to him. I believe you have something that belongs to me and I have come to claim it. If you produce it quickly enough and explain your actions, I might grant you the mercy of a quick death."

Surprisingly the man somehow managed to remain hard despite his obvious terror and the lewd sounds of the woman’s frantic sucking echoed around the room. "I, I am Faruq," croaked the man. "Paulos was my ancestor many generations removed. I recently came into possession of records of his that told me of the tomb where the crimson spider ruby could be located. With it, I planned to become the most powerful man in the world."

"That does sound like something the descendant of a scheming weasel like Paulos would do," admitted Crimson Spider.

Faruq fumbled in his discarded pants and produced the ruby and tossed it to the mummy.  "Here, take it and spare my worthless life!" he begged.

Crimson Spider caught the ruby and placed it on his forehead where it belonged. "That sounds very much like Paulos when caught in one of his little schemes," said Crimson Spider. "Still, the worm was useful at times and perhaps you can be also. In fact you inadvertently already have been. I had to have the ruby temporarily removed in order to end the paralysis that gripped my body as it regenerated."

"I, I promise to serve you faithfully master," gasped Faruq in relief that his life might be spared.

"No, I expect you will scheme to betray me as soon as you get the nerve," replied the mummy.  "Of course, I will kill you when you try, but it shall make for an amusing game until that moment arrives. In the meantime, I have needs that must be satisfied and again you have inadvertently supplied what I needed."

The bandages around the Crimson Spider's groin writhed and out slid his hard cock. The woman sucking off Faruq gave a muffled scream when she felt it shoved deep into her pussy with a single thrust

* * *

Nevada hesitated, took a deep breath to steady herself and knocked on the office door of Professor Werner Van Horne. All the bastard's students called him Weiner instead of Werner as he often could be seen with a boner in his pants as he lectured and stared at the tits and legs of his female students. No one ever wanted to be alone with the not so good professor and there were many rumors about how some students had achieved their excellent grades in the man's classes.

"Come in," said the slightly nasal voice from the other side of the door.

"It's me Professor," said Nevada as she opened the door and stepped inside, being careful to leave it wide open. "I just got home from Egypt and saw your emails that you wanted to see me."

Professor Van Horne scowled. The man was somewhere in his forties with blonde and rapidly receding hair and the start of a paunch from spending more time behind his desk than working in the field. "You certainly took your time getting back to Delta City. The new term starts in a week. I wanted to talk to you about your grades. They are not what I would call satisfactory."

Nevada did her best not to let her true feelings show on her face. Van Horne was the head of the department and could cashier her with the stroke of a pen. The brown haired girl knew she was doing solid B+ work and while she could do better, there was little point in doing so. No matter what her grades were, a degree from Delta City University was hardly likely to earn her a graduate degree spot in a top university. The rest of the academic fraternity knew Van Horne's reputation as a mediocre Archeologist and that pretty much describe the Delta City University program as a whole. If Nevada was smart, she would transfer to a good school, but that wasn't something she could afford. Most of the money from Faruq would be soaked up trying to pay off Arizona's medical bills and the leftover would be what they had to live on for food, rent and to pay Lex's salary.

"I will try and do better next term Professor," said Nevada mildly.

"I can make time to give you individual tutoring," said Van Horne with a pretty open leer as his gaze centered on Nevada's chest.

I am sure you would love to do that you smug, lecherous bastard, thought Nevada.  "I will keep that in mind," was all that Nevada said aloud before glancing at her watch. "Sorry, but I have to run and pick up some medicine for my brother."

"Ah yes, how is Arizona doing?" asked Van Horne with false concern. "It seems a shame that someone with his potential dropped out of school."

"He is considering returning once he is more settled in," lied Nevada and then glanced at her watch again. "I will see you next week for the start of classes Professor," and with that she hurried away as fast as she could without actually breaking into a run.

* * *

Nefertari was sitting on the sofa in the front room when Nevada got home from the university. The tall dark skinned woman flashed Nevada a smile with those brilliant white teeth of hers, but seemed oddly uncomfortable. Before Nevada could inquire about anything being wrong, Arizona wheeled into the room and Nevada saw Nefertari glance at him and then look away hurriedly.

"You got home just in time," said Arizona and Nevada shot him a puzzled look. Her brother returned it with an exasperated one of his own. "Let me guess?  You forgot about Melody Peterson's costume party tonight?"

Nevada resisted the impulse to do the clichéd smack of a palm on her forehead.  Melody Peterson was a friend of both Arizona and herself who loved for some unknown reason to have a Halloween like costume party six months before October 31. "I don't have a costume," Nevada began to say then noticed the two boxes on Arizona's lap.

"I figured you would forget, so I got you a costume and one for Nefertari, so she didn't end up staying home all alone, said Arizona with a smug smile.

"What is a costume party?" asked Nefertari as she stood up and crossed to them, looming over them with her six foot plus height.

"It's a party where people dress up to look like other people or things," explained Nevada.  "People often wear masks and part of the fun is to try and fool other people by making them guess who is who behind the masks."

Nefertari frowned. "This is more of your super heroine thing?" she asked, remembering the masks worn by Ms. Americana and Flag Girl when they encountered them at the docks her first night in Delta City.

"Er, not quite, but sometimes people do dress up as super heroines," replied Nevada.  Turning back to Arizona, she took the boxes. "Where is Lex and what are you dressing as?"

Arizona produced a bald wig and put it on. "I'm Professor X of course.  Lex is in his apartment and is coming as Magneto.  He said he was looking forward to being the one with hair for a change." Lex lived two floors up in the same building in an apartment he shared with his brother Rex. The two had moved in after Lex had taken the aide job to work with Arizona. Rex turned out to be a nice bonus as he filled in for Lex, mainly on weekends to give his brother some time off, though to be honest Lex was around a lot more than his official hours and was more family than employee to both Nevada and Arizona.

"Let's go try these costumes on then," said Nevada to Nefertari and gestured the other woman to join her in her bedroom. The former ruler of Erq looked a bit dubious, but followed her friend into the other room and closed the door behind her. As Nevada had told her brother the night that she and Nefertari had arrived that the statuesque woman would be sleeping with her, but that was all it had been. Nevada had seen Nefertari naked and in various forms of undress over the last few days and had to admit that there was something stimulating about the nubian woman's body, but that she wasn't interested in exploring that side of things. Nevada thought she had almost convinced herself of that.

Nevada opened one of the boxes and pulled out the costume. She then looked in the box for the rest of the costume and found she had already removed the entire thing. She held the garment up at arm's length for several seconds to inspect it and then let out a scream.  "Arizona Lawrence Jones get your ass in here right now and explain this thing to me!"

Arizona bumped open the bedroom door and sat there trying to look innocent. "You bellowed?" he asked.

"What exactly is this thing?" demanded Nevada waving the costume at him.

"Your costume?" replied Arizona. "You always said you wanted to go as Zorro one time."

"Yes, but this isn't a Zorro costume!" exclaimed Nevada indignantly. "It is not a Zorro costume unless the moths have eaten 90% of it.  I have seen strippers or superheroines wear more than this thing." The costume Nevada held was pretty much a one piece black corset, cut so low in the front that Nevada wondered how anyone's boobs would stay in place. Oh yes, there was also a flat black hat, a black mask and a pair of four inch stiletto boots that would make any dominatrix drool.

 Arizona wheeled forward to take the box and look at the label. "Ooops, they sent the 'Sexy Zorro' costume instead of the regular one. What a dumb mistake."

"Yeah, right," growled Nevada. "Now what am I going to do?"

"Change?" suggested Arizona "We have got to get moving or we will be late. By the way, the whip was an extra cost, so I told them you already had your own. The girl at the costume shop seemed to find that very interesting and gave me her number to pass on to you."

Nevada glared at her brother and then looked over at Nefertari who was looking slightly bemused by the entire interaction. "What is your costume?" she asked gesturing to the box in the woman's hands.

Nefertari opened the box and took out an almost identical outfit except it was all white and lacked the hat. "I don't know what it is supposed to be," she admitted.

"It's a White Queen outfit as per our X-Men theme," explained Arizona when Nevada shot him a look. "It's not even a "Sexy White Queeen' outfit either if you remember how she dressed."

"I don't think even Emma Frost wore one that was that low cut," growled Nevada.

"Whatever," said Arizona with a dismissive wave of his hands. "Now hurry up and change or we will be late." When he didn't make any attempt to back out of the bedroom, Nevada shot him another hard look. "Fine, fine, I can take a hint," said Arizona and exited the room with Nevada closing the door behind him.

Nefertari gave Nevada an uncertain look once Arizona was out of the room. "Do you really think these things are a good idea?" she asked Nevada as she inspected her costume or the lack thereof.

Nevada sighed. "It will be fun and we should be ok as long as we don't try jogging or playing volleyball. The party is normally lots of fun and you will like Melody." With that, Nevada began to strip off her clothes and Nefertari soon followed suit. Damn, she has a nice body, thought Nevada as more and more of that mocha coloured skin appeared, but the brown haired girl quickly blushed and looked away when Nefertari caught her looking.

"What do you think?" asked Nefertari once she was in her costume.

"Holy fuck," gasped Nevada before she could stop herself. The tall black woman looked absolutely stunning with the pure white of the costume contrasting so fantastically with her darker skin. "You look like some wonderful goddess," elaborated Nevada.

"My parents did claim that my great grandmother might have been a demigoddess," replied Nefertari as she looked down at herself. "I must admit to feeling very exposed, however, in this outfit and wearing a mask," here she touched the white mask with her fingers, "feels even stranger."

"You'll be fine," replied Nevada tucking her breasts into the built-in cups of her outfit.  There was no way to wear a bra in this outfit, but at least her boobs shouldn't pop out too easily she hoped.  Nevada then opened her dresser drawer and took out her whip and attached it to the thin black leather belt of the costume.

"Why do you have your own whip?" asked Nefertari.

"It belonged to my grandfather," explained Nevada.  "I'm not as good with it as he was, but I have been practicing."

"I am almost afraid to ask what uses you make of it, or how you practice," confessed Nefertari.

Nevada coloured. "Oh nothing like that!  It's strictly for self defense."

Nefertari nodded uncertainly and the two women went out into the front room to find that Lex and Rex had arrived.

"Looking hot ladies," said Arizona with a wolf whistle that Nevada thought was not quite appropriate for a brother to use with his sister. She started to say so and then stopped to gape at Rex.

"Who the hell are you supposed to be?" she finally managed to get out.

"Hey girlfriend, don't you recognize Dolly Parton, the queen of country music?" asked Rex who was normally as loud and gregarious as his brother was quiet and withdrawn.

"Dolly Parton is beautiful," replied Nevada, "but you sir are no Dolly Parton!"

Rex was a few inches taller than even Nefertari and despite having shaved an hour ago, already had a five o'clock shadow while his thick hairy arms and legs stuck out of the blouse and skirt looking like tree trunks covered in black fur.

"You are just jealous because my girls are bigger than yours," asserted Rex and he cupped his massive fake boobs with his hands that could easily pick up a basketball single-handed.

"It looks like you shoved a couple of watermelons in your bra," commented Nevada.  "Well it's your body, you can do what you want with it I guess  Just don't let me catch you making out with anyone at the party or it will scar me for life. By the way, you haven't met our new roommate Nefertari." Nevada turned to Nefertari and gestured at the Dolly Parton clone. "This is Lex's brother Rex Ruthor"

Rex stepped forward and took the astonished Nefertari's hand and bent low to give it a kiss. "Enchanted, mademoiselle," he drawled.

"Don't bend over like that," said Nevada. "Your boobs almost fall out of that top."

"Ha!  Let them," grinned Rex as he straightened up and adjusted his blonde wig. "It will probably turn Melody on and give all the guys there a hard on."

Lex rolled his eyes and began to guide Arizona's chair to the door. Once they reached the parking garage, everyone piled into the van which had been modified to allow access for Arizona's wheelchair via a portable ramp.

"Let the evil mutants beware!" called Arizona as they pulled out of the garage. "Present company excluded of course," he said looking at Lex and Nefertari.

"Am I an evil mutant?" asked a puzzled Nefertari.

"It depends on the week," replied Nevada. "Sort of like professional wrestling."

"What's professional wrestling?" asked Nefertari as she once again contemplated the wisdom of waking up in this strange new world.

* * *

"Nevada darling, you look fantastic," said a blonde in a Tinkerbell costume rushing over as the five of them stepped out onto the patio of the Peterson mansion.

"Melody!" exclaimed Nevada. "How did you know it was me?"

"The whip darling," drawled Melody Peterson. "I don't know anyone except Mistress Zarot who has her own whip." Melody then turned to give Arizona and Lex a hug before Rex grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her and then kissed her hard on the lips.

"Oh great, a hairy Dolly Parton and Tinkerbell making out," complained Nevada. "I will be scarred for life now."

Melody broke free of Rex's grasp and gave him a playful poke in the fake boobs.  "We will have to make some nine to five magic later sugar, but now who is this gorgeous creature?" she asked looking at Nefertari. "She looks like Storm switched costumes with the White Queen."

"Melody, this is my friend Nefertari and ..." Nevada broke off as Melody pulled a wide eyed Nefertari into her arms and kissed her firmly on the lips though that did require a little standing on tip toes and a slight tugging down of Nefertari's head.

"Slutting around already sister?" said a new female voice and everyone turned to see a young woman with white hair standing nearby watching them with a wine glass in one hand and a sneer on her pretty face.

"Why don't you go play in the traffic Paula?" said Melody sweetly as she turned around to face her sister. "I hear the traffic is especially heavy on Broad Street this time of night.  Maybe you could find a nice big semi to play with."

"Well, I know you will find a nice big cock to play with before the night is over," sneered Paula and the white haired woman turned around and walked over to join a group of three other women who were the only ones in sight not wearing costumes.

"I see Paula is as sweet as ever, observed Nevada as she watched Melody's sister strut away.

"Yeah, prison didn't do much to reform her," replied Melody.

"Prison?" asked Nevada arching an eyebrow.

Oh that's right, you were off in Egypt when that mess happened," said Melody. "Paula and her cronies did some naughty things and got into trouble." Melody waved a hand at the other three women who all had very distinctive hair colours, one bright red, one green and one that sparkled like some kind of diamond. "They even got arrested.  No one will tell me all the juicy details, but daddy was talking to Judge French last week at his club and is trying to get the whole thing covered up."

[Author's Note:  For more on what Paula and friends did, see Delta City PI #16 and #17.  Hey it's not just Marvel and DC who can do these silly crossover things!]

Nevada nodded.  Edgar Peterson was one of the wealthiest men in Delta City and could probably buy the justice he wanted. "Where are your dear old dad and mom anyway?  I was surprised to find out the party was here and not in some place you rented like you normally do."

"Oh, Edgar and Honey Bitch are at their villa in Spain or maybe France.  I wasn't paying much attention when they told me where they were going," replied Melody with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Nevada merely nodded again.  It was safer not to comment and get Melody on a rant about her dad and his second wife who was thirty years younger than him and seemed to have an IQ half her large bust size.

"I refuse to think negative thoughts tonight," said Melody giving her head a shake as if reading Nevada's mind. "Come on, let me show you where the booze is. Edgar always stocks the good stuff."

* * *

A couple of hours later, Nevada was wandering around the pool area, nursing her glass of wine. Everyone seemed to be having a good time as the bar was as well stocked as Melody had boasted and there were several tables of catered goodies to choose from.  There was a strange sound from behind the pool changing building and Nevada stuck her head around the corner to see what it was then wished she hadn't. Dolly Parton lay on his back with skirt pulled up around his waist while Tinkerbell rode up and down on his cock, wings fluttering.

 "Oh yeah Dolly, that's it, fuck me with that big hard cock of yours," moaned Tinkerbell.

Dolly responded by thrusting his hips up harder and reaching up to open up Tinkerbell's top and grab two big hairy handfuls of boob. "I always said your tits were magic," said Dolly as he played with the fairy's hard nipples.

"Yeah, well let's see your magic boobs," laughed Tinkerbell as she undid Dolly's blouse then gasped. "Fuck, those things look almost real!"

"I borrowed them from a friend who works wardrobe for the movies," said Dolly proudly displaying her large wobbling jugs with erect nipples. "Why don't you suck on them you little fairy slut?"

"Don't mind if I do," replied Tinkerbell and she bent to take one of Dolly's boobs in her mouth with Dolly's cock still buried deep in her pussy.

Nevada gave her head a shake and withdrew. As far as she knew Rex was straight, but nothing ever seemed to be too outrageous or wild to remotely embarrass him. Maybe he was bisexual or pansexual or whatever sexual was on the talk shows this week, but Rex certainly loved life and he and Melody certainly made an odd pairing from the moment they had met a couple of years ago at one of these self same costume parties.

An hour later when Tinkerbell and Dolly had rejoined the party with slightly disheveled clothes and happy smiles on their faces, the trouble began.

Trouble in this case came in the form of half a dozen or so men dressed all in black and wearing balaclavas over their faces with guns and knives in their hands.

"Ok, everyone keep calm and no one will get hurt," said one of the men waving a gun around.

"You tell them Hank," said another of the men in a loud voice.

"Fuck it Sal, I told you not to use my real name during a job!" yelled Hank. "You are supposed to call me Black Leader and you are Black 2. You know kind of like in Star Wars."

"Sorry Hank, I mean Black Leader," said Sal as he picked up a bottle of expensive whisky from the bar and took a long swig.

"Look, I don't know who you clowns think you are," said Melody as she stormed over to glare at Hank, "but this is a private party and you aren't welcome.  I don't know how you got in past the locked gates, but I think you had better leave before I call the police."

Hank stared at the indignant fairy for a few seconds and then slapped her across the face and sent her staggering back. "Shut up bitch," he yelled. "Now everyone hand over your wallets and jewelry or we will get rough. Leroy, start collecting the loot." 

"I thought I was supposed to be Black 2?" complained another of the men as he opened up a large garbage bag.

"Whatever," muttered Hank as he waved his gun hand around in a rather careless manner.

Rex had grabbed Melody to steady her and was now glaring at the armed thugs. It might have gone poorly for Rex or the thugs except Sal pointed his gun right at Rex's chest and Rex had enough self control not to do anything that stupid which made Sal smirk in triumph.

Nevada looked around the pool area and saw Paula and her friends smirking with obvious delight and suddenly had a very good idea of how these incompetent thugs had bypassed the gate security. It was the kind of mean spirited stupidity that Paula was capable of.

"Hand over that collar you are wearing," said Leroy to Nefertari as he came up to the tall woman. "It looks valuable to me."

"It doesn't come off," replied Nefertari glaring down disdainfully at the man, treating him as a queen might treat some impudent servant with her tone and glare.

"I said take it off you stupid fucking bitch," said Leroy reaching for the collar around Nefertari's neck. The next thing Leroy knew, he was being held a foot off the ground with one of Nefertari's hands wrapped around his neck.

"Stupid impudent fool," snarled Nefertari. "I shall teach you the folly of addressing me like that."

"Yeah, well I am going to blow your brains out for being a bitch," snarled Hank as his gun swung towards Nefertari who had no clue what a gun was.

Hank had just started to aim his gun when there was a loud CRACK and Nevada's whip curled around his wrist and she yanked hard.  Hank cried out and dropped his gun. Sal turned to now bring his gun to bear on Nevada, but Nefertari tossed Leroy at him and both men went down in a heap as they smashed into each other. Without thinking about it Nevada disarmed another knife wielding thug with her whip and then doubled the man over with a punch to his gut.

Hank had gotten over his astonishment now and was looking around for his fallen gun when Nefertari's fist caught him on the chin and sent him flying backwards to fall on his back. As he climbed to his feet, a hairy fist from Dolly Parton put him out for the count.  "Never touch the fairy!" rumbled the queen of country music.

Another of the thugs charged Nefertari with a knife and the woman calmly sidestepped the swing, chopped down on the man's wrist to break it and while the man was still screaming in pain, she smashed him in the face and silenced his complaints.

A sixth goon tried to attack Nevada from behind, but Arizona shoved his chair forward and the man stumbled into it, rebounded and then met Lex's fist. The seventh and final thug looked around at his fallen comrades and turned to run, but Nevada's whip wrapped around his ankles and his face made a mess on the marble flagstones when it collided with them.

Nefertari stood there calmly surveying their fallen foes. "Perhaps we should consider becoming superheroines like Ms. Americana," she suggested to Nevada. "We seem to be highly proficient at defeating scum like these."

"Well, you seem to have gotten the hang of it alright," snickered Nevada and she nodded with her chin to the tall woman's chest where both her bountiful brown boobs had popped out of their cups and gleamed with a slight sheen of sweat in the moonlight.

"Oh!" said Nefertari and hurriedly tucked them back under cover as they both heard the growing sound of police sirens.

The End