Tales From Delta City #6: What Goes Up Must Come Down By Deanna Troi 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 or older. Ms. Americana, Lady Sarah Kraft, Amazing Babe and the other heroines of the She Legion are the creation and property 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 I have depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Holly Dwindle opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling above her. It was only twelve inches from her nose and it had been her nipples rubbing against it that had woke her up. Not again, Holly moaned and concentrated. Slowly and very carefully, Holly descended until her ass was once mor resting on her mattress. Slow and careful was important to the blonde since the first time this had happened, she had crashed into the bed hard enough to break the bed frame and now the mattress was laying directly on the floor of her third floor apartment. She didn't think old Mrs. Watford in the apartment under her would be happy if a naked Holly landed on top of her as she slept. On the other hand, since Mr. Watford had departed this mortal coil several years ago, maybe the widow would welcome any action in her bed. Holly shuddered at the thought and then castigated herself for the agism. Things had started to get weird for Holly ever since she opened that crate to inspect it for contraband in her job as a customs inspector at a small airport just outside of London and been grabbed by that asshole of a mummy. Even as her rational mind protested the rape, her body had undoubtably enjoyed the feeling of that huge cock inside her. Even as she was being fucked, she had felt something start to change inside her. It was just a feeling during her enforced trip to America with Crimson Spider, but the feeling had accelerated since her return to London. Holly had always known she was in possession of the Aphrodite Gene, but she had been more than content with its dormant state. Now, the events in Delta City had somehow triggered that fickle gene and things were no longer normal. [Author's Note: Holly first appeared in Nevada Jones #4. Spoiler alert if you don't want to go back and read chapters 4 to 7 to see what happened to her ... Holly got kidnapped by an ancient mummy called Crimson Spider and hauled off to Delta City as one of its sex slaves / army of conquest. Things went bad for Crimson Spider, Holly was freed and caught a ride back to England with Lady Kraft who had also been enslaved.] Gravity, it seemed was the problem. Sometimes it just stopped working for her and she found herself floating in midair. Sometimes, it worked way too well and she found herself unable to move a muscle as she had ten times her normal weight. With a little experimentation, Holly had discovered she could also control the gravity of objects besides herself. Mrs. Watford had complained loudly about her bouncing a bowling ball on her ceiling when Holly had tried her new powers on a ping pong ball. Holly sighed. She knew she wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep and it was just barely eleven. She wondered if she should try out her costume in the world outside her apartment. It was an insane idea, but it kept gnawing at her until she got up and got the costume from where she had hidden it in the back of her small closet. She wasn't a superheroine, so why had she bought the costume and mask to go with it? Why had she bought the wide brown leather belt, sown some handy pouches on it and carefully attached the gold coloured "GG" letters to it? When she had conceived the idea of buying or making a costume, Holly had wondered what colour gravity was. It turned out to be pumpkin orange. There was no great scientific reason for that colour. It had merely been what she found she could afford. The costume had started life as a Halloween reject that no one in their right mind wanted. Who had ever heard of a "sexy pumpkin"? The shop owner had practically given it to her with the promise she never tell anyone where she had gotten it. It had taken her a week of sewing to alter the thing to fit her, well sort of fit her anyway. The one piece costume was rather low cut and tight in the chest area which left a lot of boob exposed and her nipples pretty much showing through the flimsy fabric. It had taken another week of searching to find the belt and a pair of matching chocolate brown boots with four inch heels to match and complete her costume. Standing in front of her full length mirror with the little crack in the top left corner, Holly studied her reflection and smiled. Despite the odd colour, it looked good she thought and met the criteria laid out by lesson three of the Ms. Americana tutorial on how to be a successful superheroine. "To be suitable, a heroine's costume must be distracting to the inferior male who thinks with his dick more than his brain," was what the Queen of Justice had preached. Holly didn't think too many men were going to be looking at anything but her bust in this costume. She fingered the golden G's on her belt. Well it was time to see how Gravity Girl did on the mean streets of London. Holly opened her bedroom window and paused on the sill with her heart pounding in her ample chest. Taking a deep breath, she concentrated and stepped out into empty air and slowly floated down to the alley below. She hadn't found a way to truly fly like Omega Woman and some of the other heroines. She could float and then sort of swim around a bit by kicking and flapping her arms and legs, but it wasn't very fast or very dignified. Besides, the movement tended to make her boobs fall out of her top with depressing regularity. For now, she was going to have to rely on her motorcycle to get around. That was depressing in its own way. The BSJ-1 was the most underpowered and uncomfortable machine ever designed by man and Holly was certain it had to have been a man who had designed this thing as no woman could be that stupid. No one even knew who made the BSJ-1 as no manufacturer would take the blame for it. It was just something that showed up at dealers who hawked it to unsuspecting victims who made the mistake of asking "Don't you have anything cheaper?" The joke on the Internet was that BSJ stood for Bloody Stupid Johnson, the inventor made famous in Terry Pratchett's discworld novels for his total incompetence. The BSJ-1 made its putt putt putt sound and Holly felt the (at least) three horsepower engine gurgle under her as she set off into the dark streets. * * * Prince Habib of the largely unknown, to the rest of the world, island country of Tiafoaloh thought he was the luckiest nineteen year old on the face of the planet as he watched his cock disappear into the mouth of the platinum blonde crouched between his legs on the large bed in his state room on his private yacht. The large breasted woman had one hand wrapped around his shaft and the other cupping his balls as she lowered her mouth onto his cock, bathing it generously with her saliva and licking it with her tongue. It wasn't just the magnificent blowjob he was receiving that had the prince sfeeling so lucky, however, as he briefly glanced at the naked brown haired woman nestled against his right side and the equally naked redhead on his left. Looking a little further to the left there was the purple haired woman, just as naked as the others and currently sucking on the redhead's hard nipples. These three women were all just as busty as the one between his legs and who now had the entire length of his manhood in her mouth. The yacht was currently less than a days cruising out of London and the entire voyage from Tiafoaloh had been spent in carnal enterprises. His current oral ministrations were part of a little contest the four women had contrived to determine which one was the best cocksucker. Habib was the lucky judge of this contest and he began to thrust his hips now to fuck the blonde's mouth deeper. This brought lewd, wet sounds from the woman who didn't seem to object and indeed her lips seemed to close tighter around his cock. Habib's luck had started the day the four women had showed up on the island of Tiafoalooh after being shipwrecked. Habib had thought it strange that they were the only survivors and that he had heard nothing about any such shipwreck on the radio, but for obvious reasons had not thought about this too hard or too long as his hardness and length were soon doing other things. Like its crown prince, the nation of Tiafoalooh had also been incredibly lucky, at least in the last thirty or so years. The rocky little island somewhere off a coast of some sea in the Middle East had a population of only 813 and that was after a small population explosion. Frankly, not even the people who had lived there had wanted to live there, but they had no other place to go. None of the major world or regional powers had the slightest interest in the island until a geologist from an unnamed oil company had come to the island to poke around and discovered oil where no one had thought it existed. "How much oil?" Habib's father, at the time only the village headman and not a king, had asked. "There is a fuck of a lot of oil here," said the geologist and that answer had given rise to both the wealth of the island and to the name of the island no one had ever bothered to name. Tiafoalooh was not a member of the United Nations and was not even on any world maps - bribes from the king saw to that, but the revenue from the oil rivalled that of any other oil producing country in the world. That made Habib's father incredibly wealthy, though the former headman had somehow neglected to share this wealth with the rest of the people on the island outside of his immediate family. The yacht was only one of three owned by the family and was currently delivering the crown prince and his female guests to England where Habib was to attend university. The prince had high hopes of getting his degree in the history of hip hop and bringing his knowledge home to benefit his people. The same people that lived in what could at most be charitably described as hshacks in the shadow of the grand palace. One might have expected such a small defenseless country to be soon overwhelmed by greedy neighbors, but King Fasul had quietly brokered a deal using the oil company as a conduit with the United States. Wouldn't the American government like to have an island airbase in the region? It would only cost the Americans a small amount, say 50 million a year for a hundred year lease. The Americans had jumped at the deal and a couple squadrons of F-19 fighters were soon housed on the island after some "unoccupied" shacks had been bulldozed to make room for the runways. The natural proclivities of military men quartered abroad everywhere involving the local female population had been the main source of the small population explosion. * * * Airianna bobbed her mouth up and down on Habib's cock while the prince moaned and ran his hands through her platinum blonde hair. It was only a rather average sized cock, though she knew the prince fancied himself to be quite well endowed and irresistible to the ladies. As with the rest of the galaxy, a huge financial fortune did wonders to make a man more attractive and his cock that much bigger, if only in his own mind. The former escaped alien prisoner had no idea what the computers on the escape pods had been thinking in their little AI minds, but four of the pods had landed on that useless little chunk of rock that belong to this idiot and his family. Phantasia had soon contacted them via the pod's communication gear and instructed them to come to her in the place she called Delta City. They had been told to keep a low profile which meant no destroying the primitive airbase or killing the local yokals, so they had turned to other means. Both King Fasul and Prince Habib had been very amenable to that other means and this ocean trip would get them halfway to their destination. Once in this London, they should be able to secure further transportation to Delta City. ][Author's Note: Airianna's brief account of events is probably sufficient for you to understand this story, but for more details see Tales From Delta City: They Came From Outer Space and Tales From Delta City: Something Fishy In The City of Delta.] While all of this ran through Ariana's mind, she continued her oral assault on Habib's cock. While he might not be as large as she would prefer, he was young and virile enough to supply some rather tasty cum on a near continual basis. Indeed she felt her mouth suddenly fill with his warm goo and she began to gulp it down. The Brown haired woman called Oreone at Habib's right side shifted her position when she saw the prince errupting into Arianna's mouth and popped the amazingly still hard cock into her mouth to clean it off when the blonde rleased it from her own mouth. Her eyes locked with the clear ice blue eyes of Arianna and then they kissed with Habib's cockhead pressed between their lips. "Oh, you promised me the next taste," complained the redhead who didn't really look all that put out, mainly thanks to the work of the purple haired woman's mouth on her large boobs. "It's not my fault Pyros," protested Habib as he felt the warmth of the two pairs of soft lips surround his cock. "Besides you have Zoolen keeping you pleasured." "That's true," agreed Pyros, "but I want that cock inside me again before we make landfall." "I promise you will," gasped Habib. "Oh gods,"the latter exclmation being dragged from him when Oreone swung around again, climbed on top of him and lowered her dripping pussy onto his cock. * * * When she had gotten back from her unplanned trip to America, Holly had nearly found herself out of a job as her supervisor had been less than pleased over her abrupt disappearance. It had taken the influence of Lady Kraft to let Holly keep her job. "It is the least I can do for a fellow Aphrodite," Lady Kraft had murmered as she had kissed Holly when she had visited the noblewoman at her ancestral mansion. Once their torrid lovemaking session in Sara's large bed had concluded, the aristocrat had called in a few favours and Holly was still employed. She had, however, been transferred from her small airport to the London docks which was alright with Holly as the steady work was a vast improvement over boredom. Holly had gotten a chance to learn her way around the docks and see some of the corruption and illegal dealings, so it was natural for her to go there for her first venture as Gravity Girl. "Keep it down you morons," hissed Jacko as he worked on the lock of the warehouse. Behind him, two other men, also clad mainly in black, were laughing and joking about what they planned to do with any money they got from tonight's caper. Holly smiled from her perch on the warehouse roof. She had parked her BSJ- in an alley and gone up in the world to look around. She wasn't worried about anyone stealing her ride as even the trash on the docks had higher standards and would just sneer at a BSJ-. Well it was time to get this show started, she thought and dropped silently from the roof to land behind the trio of would be burglars. "Ok boys, this is the end of the line for you," she called out while wondering if that line was really up to the standards of lesson seven of Ms. Americana regarding snappy patter with miscreants. "Who the fuck?" said Jacko turning around to stare at Holly. "Fuck it looks like the Great Pumpkin is out of her patch. Make that great pumpkins," he ammended as he took in the size of Holly's chest and the nipple that was peeking out after her drop from the roof. "The name is Gravity Girl," replied Holly coldly and then noticing where Jacko was looking, tucked her nipple back out of sight. "Well they do appear to be defying gravity," snickered Jacko as he never took his eyes off her chest. "That's crude," hissed Hollly. "I am going to make you pay for thatremark." She waved her hand at Jacko intent on lowering his gravity and pop him up in the air to float harmlessly until she consented to let him down. Unfortunately, her nervousness and anger along with her inexperience with her powers resulted somehow in her powers acting to increase the gravity on her costume and it promptly fell off in a orange puddle around her ankles, exposing her full, round breasts and neatly trimmed blonde pussy to the view of Jacko and his buddies. "Oh man, I am really feeling the burn of your anger," snickered Jacko as his eyes roamed over the naked body in front of him. Holly blushed bright red and wished the damn costume hadn't been so tight that she could fit some underwear under it as she began to reach down to try and tug up her costume. "Stop staring like a couple of losers," snapped Jacko to the other two even as he still continued to stare himself. "Grab the bitch and stick something in her mouth before she screams an brings security down on us." "I got something to put in her mouth alright," snickered the man on Holly's left and he lunged forward to tackle the blonde to the ground. "Not if I get mine in there first," said the second man as he moved to help pin Holly down. Holly struggled in their grip, but couldn't break free. She was too rattled to mount the concentration she needed to use her new found powers and while she had the standard type I Aphrodite strength, she didn't have any training on how to use it properly and so quickly found herself overpowered and her arms pinned behind her back. "Bring her in here," whispered Jacko as he held open the warehouse door he had finally gotten unlocked while the other two had subdued the nuisance. The other two men pulled Holly into the warehouse and Jacko closed the door behind them. There was only the dim emergency lighting, but it was plenty good enough for what they intended as Jacko came up to the struggling heroine and cupped a massive boob in each rough hand. "These babies feel real," he said leaning forward to try and kiss Holly. "Maybe you deserve the name Gravity girl afterall. I never felt natural tits this big before." "Go fuck yourself," replied Holly who pulled her head back to avoid the kiss. "Can't see why I would want to do that with you around," snickered Jacko. "You two put her on the ground and hold her legs open," he said to the other two as he began to unbuckle his belt. "Hey why do you get her first?" complained one of the other two, but he still did as he was told and Holly found herself lying on the floor while the two men pinned her down and spread her legs apart for Jacko. "Because I am the brains of this outfit," sneered Jacko as his erect cock popped into view and dribbled some precum on Holly's thigh as he tried to line himself up with her slit. "Stop wriggling around bitch. You are going to love this, trust me." Holly did her best to avoid the inevitable, but finally she felt the man's hard dick push inside her damn wet pussy. Stupid Aphrodite Gene she fumed, I'm being raped here, stop getting excited by it. Her genes and her body, however ignored this reprimand and a soft moan of pleasure escaped the blonde's lips as Jacko began to thrust in and out of her. "Mmm fucking nice and tight," observed Jacko. "For a looker, she can't be getting much action other than her vibrator." "yeah, she does seem to be enjoying it," said one of the others, relaxing his hold on Holly's arms to grab her boobs and give them a squeeze. "She is already starting to get into it. I guess what they say about all these heroines really being super sluts is true." "yeah Billy, they play hard to get and protest at first," said the other man, "but as soon as you get a cock in their cunt, they get all hot and bothered. I bet she would love to gobble a cock now." "Give it to her Tony," laughed Billy as he pinched first one nipple and then the other as he watched Tony pull out his cock and rub it over Holly's face. "What do you say bitch?" asked Tony as he ran his cockhead over her lips. "You want to swallow some cock?" Holly truly meant to say "No", but her body had other ideas and she found her mouth opening and then filled with the thick cock. "Looks like this is our lucky night boys," sniggered Jacko as he began to increase the rate of his thrusts, intent on dropping a load in the bitch's sweet pussy. * * * Holly lost track of how many times she was fucked and how many orgasmms were forced from her that night on the dirty warehouse floor. Dawn was just breaking when her three assailants began to get dressed and move towards the warehouse door. They had totally forgotten about their planned robbery in the heat of their lust, but were not overly concerned about it. The warehouse wasn't going anywhere and they could visit it some other night, but you didn't often get a crack at a superheroine pussy. "Hey, we never found out what her super power was," snickered Billy. "Probably cock sucking," said Tony. "She certainly was pretty enthusiastic about doing it." "I would have nicknamed her Anal Babe," laughed Jacko, "but I hear that slut Amazing Babe in America already has it trademarked." "Bastards," muttered Holly sitting up and watching the men getting ready to leave. Now that she was no longer being gang banged, her body had cooled down enough for her to concentrate. Gravity Girl aimed an arm at some heavy looking crates and they rose obediently in the air and loomed over the heads of the three men. She cut her power and watched with satisfaction as the men had just a brief second to look up and see what was coming before they were buried under the falling crates. Holly could hear moaning and see the occaisional twitch of a limb sticking out of the debris as she got dressed in the costume her assailants had so sweetly dumped beside her. Holly used the cell phone stored in one of her belt pouches to call the bobbies and then quickly made her way to her BSJ-1 and puttered over to the customs office on the docks. There was a shower in the locker room in back for those times when things got real busy and people had to pull double shifts and couldn't get home. This early in the morning, there shouldn't be anyone there yet and she could clean all this gunk off her and not smell like fish all day. * * * Carol Papillion sat in her new chair behind her new desk in her new office and stared at the small cloth bag in her hand and wondered if once again she had made an unwise choice for an employer. She had quite enjoyed the gig at Erotica Video as a receptionist and sometimes porn actress. It had merely required her to look the other way at some of the business's less savoury dealings. The police raid had ended that job, but she had at least managed to convince them that she was simply an innocent secretary and my goodness, she had no idea of some of the things Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones were up to. They had believed her, though of course the blow jobs she had given the police captain and the DA had probably helped in that regard she reflected. From there she had gone to work for Mr. Jones when he somehow managed to pin all the underhanded stuff on his boss Mr. Smith. Carol idily wondered if the former HR Manager had performed similar acts as she had to convince the authorities of his innocence. Probably not, she decided. The DA hadn't looked like the type and that busty, black female assistant DA could easily have done better than the paunchy bastard. A job was ajob though and Jones' project with the super heroine sex videos had been fun right up until the point when that dangerous looking pair with red glowing eyes had comeinto the office looking for blood. Literally, not figuratively as it turned out when she read the newspaper reports later after taking it on the lam. They had definitely had to have a closed coffin funeral for poor Mr. Jones. Carol had sworn then she would go straight after that and she had tried, she really had. How was she to know what she might get mixed up in when she answered the ad in the paper for an Executive Assistant? Of course, maybe the wording of "Human Executive Assistant" should have given her pause, but as she had so recently thought, a job is a job. The two scantily clad women, one with blue hair and one with green hair had flirted with her all during the interview. That hadn't bothered her and she had flirted right back. Apparently all the other candidates had left in a huff when they saw their potential employers or after getting groped during the interview. So she had got the job and then they had presented her with her first assignment which brought her back to the small sack in her hand. "Take these and exchange them for some of yur money," the blue haired one had told her. The bag had turned out to contain a coule two dozen very large and perfect pearls. What was she supposed to do with them? Well, people hired Executive Assistants to solve problems, not whine about not knowing how to solve them. She still had Jubal the best fence in Delta City in her contact list of her phone. She should be able to get a good price from him for the pearls since they obviously were not stolen. Pearls that had once belonged to something like say a necklace didn't look fresh picked with little bits of flesh still clinging to them. Carol unlocked her cell phone and got to work. A job is a job, she reminded herself. * * * Holly glanced at her tablet. The next ship on her list should be a change from the massive cargo ships she had been dealing with all day. It was a private yacht with the name "Harem 3", apparently some rich prince's toy. A nervous looking crewman was waiting at the top of the gangplank when she stepped onto the boat. "Customs," she told him and flashed her ID. "I need to see the captain please." "The Prince is the captain," said the nervous sailor. "He is in his cabin below." When the man didn't offer to show her the way, Holly gave him a scathing look and went to find this Prince Habib herself. It wasn't that hard, she discovered when she saw the cabin door with what looked like solid gold plating and the word "Captain" outlined in diamonds. Holly knocked and was somewhat surprised when a melodious female voice told her to enter. Holly opened the unlocked door and stepped in. She had only taken a single step, before she stopped with her eyes wide and her mouth open in shock. A young, naked man with a semi erect cock lay on his back on the bed. There were also four naked woman lounging around on the bed. "Er,Ican come back later if you are busy," Holly finally managed to get out and trying to pretend she didn't notice all the naked people. "Don't be sily," said a naked woman with purple hair, both above and below Holly noticed and blushed. "I, um am here to inspect the ship, Holly tried bravely to go on. "Well inspect away," purred the platinum blonde and lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide. "I er, didn't mean that kind of investigation," replied Holly and blushed even brighter red. "But, we insist you do," said the brown haired woman who had somehow gotten behind Holly and now propelled her stumbling forward to land on the bed between the blonde's spread legs. "Yes, we insist you do a thorough investigation," said the redhead as she pushed Holly's face down towards the glistening pussy in front of her. "Of all of us," added the purple haired woman. Then Holly's entire field of vision was filled with pussy and before she knew what she was doing, her tongue had snaked out and began to lap at the freely flowing juices. What the hell was the matter with her she wondered briefly, but dismissed that thought in an instant and shoved her tongue as far inside the woman's slit as it would go. Mmm, was that cum she tasted. She thought of the naked young man and decided it probably was. "Let's get these clothes off you dear," said the brown haired woman and Holly felt soft, warm hands begin to unbutton her blouse. She never even paused in her licking as she was stripped. "I found these in the boy's sea chest," giggled the red haired woman as she held up several strap-ons. "Either he was kinkier than he let on, or he likes to be entertained." "Well, we can certainly make good use of these," said the purple haired woman as she took one of the devices and began to strap herself in. A moment later, while she was still furiously licking the blonde's pussy, Holly felt something hard start to slide into her from behind. "It only seems fair that if you investigate us, that we investigate you as well," said the purple haired woman and she began to push her fake cock in deeper. Holly just moaned and thrust her hips back to accept this violation. She didn't even think anything of it when a little while later, the woman said, "This planet might not be so boring afterall." "No, it is starting to look more promising," agreed the blonde as she ground her pussy into Holly's face and then began to cum, shooting a gusher of her pussy juices over Holly's face and into her mouth. "My turn next," said the brown haired woman as she stared lustfully at Holly's drenched face. * * * Holly came half awake several hours later after having serviced and been fucked by all four women. She lay on the bed hearing voices, not understanding at first it was one end of a phone conversation. "This plastic card will do that?" asked Airianna. The blonde listened to whoever was on the other end and then shrugged. "If you say so, we will proceed to this airport thing and obtain transportation to Delta City." "Should we do anything about them?" asked Pyros when Airianna had disconnected and she jerked a thumb at Holly and the still sleeping prince with his half hardon. "No need," said Arianna. "I think the boy will consider himself well compensated. According to this Executive Assistant that Phantasia has hired, his credit card will be more than adequate to pay for our transport and other needs. She is unimportant. Come, let us go and soon we will join Phantasia and Hydrangea in Delta city. Once we are all united again, the world will be ours to rule as we please." * * * When Holly woke up again, the women were gone and she was being fucked. She opened bleary eyes to see the prince on top of her, making good use of his now fully hard cock as he drove it in and out of her. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" demanded Holly angrily. "Fucking a whore," replied the prince with a shrug and reached down to tweak her nipples. "I am not a whore!" yelled Holly trying to push him off her. "Father said all women are whores," replied Prince Habib calmly and continued his rlentless fucking. Before Holly could gather her concentration and her powers to deal with him, the prince gave out aloud moan and began to empty his balls into her pussy. After he had finished cumming, he rolled off her and lay on his back with a smile on his face. He had been rather disappointed to find the four women gone when he woke up and also slightly angry to discover his credit card missing as well. The card, however, had a limit of only two million and he had others locked in a safe, so he had decided it was not worth worrying about. With a little effort, he had done the math and figured that 500 thousand per woman for three wonderful days was a good deal. Then he had saw the new woman and his cock had quickly risen to the sight. "I don't fucking believe you did that! yelled Holly. "you were very good," said Habib, not noticing or maybe not caring if she was upset. "Nice and tight. I have come to your country to go to school. Before you go, leave me your number. I would like to fuck you again." "Five," said Holly as she stood up and glared down at the young man. "Five?" said the puzzled prince. "That does not sound like a phone number unless it is a very small country, one even smaller thanTiafoalooh," and he laughed at his own wit. "It isn't a phone number, growled Holly. "What is it then?" asked the prince looking at her with slight curiosity as if waiting for a pet dog to perform a trick for him. "It is the number of fingers in this fist," rasped Holly and smashed the crown prince of Tiafoalooh in the face. * * * "Fired?" said Holly the next day as she stood in front of her supervisor's desk. "Fired," said Wesley Winscott. "You punched a foreign dignitary for Christ's sake!" "He raped me," retorted Holly hotly, clenching her fists. "He is a prince," replied Winscott without a trace of irony. "As such, he can do pretty much whatever he wants and that is before you factor in his diplomatic immunity." "This is unfair," protested Holly. "I will fight this. I will go to the press." "That would not be advisable," said Winscott who opened his desk drawer, removed a brown envelope and dumped the contents on the desktop. Holly stared down at colour pictures of herself, naked and having sex with the four strange women. "You should consider yourself lucky to be getting three weeks severance. Now, please get out of my office unless you want to demonstratesome of the talents you show in these pictures. I am sure I could find you employment with some people I know." "You fucking wanker," yelled Holly and she gathered up the pictures and the envelope and stormed out of the office. "Pity," muttered Winscott as he took another set of the pictures out of his desk and after arranging them on the blotter, unzipped his pants. * * * "Flight 109 is now loading for Delta City," said the voice over the intercom. Holly hoisted her carryon bag and lined up with the others in the departure lounge. It was a week later and she had taken that time to sell everything she owned or had it put in storage. She was going to Delta City. She didn't know why exactly except she wanted to meet those four women again, or six women she corrected remembering the hazy details of the phone call. Her Gravity Girl costume was in her bag. It had caused a bit of a stir when the customs agent (thankfully someone she didn't know) had pulled it out. "It's my halloween costume," she had told him. "I'm going as a sexy pumpkin." He had only smirked and zipped up the bag after replacing the costume. Holly boarded the plane and fifteen minutes later it was high up in the air and out over the Atlantic. Next stop ... Delta City. The End