Taxi: Night Two By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction that contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters in the story in sexual situations are 18 or older. Green Specter, Specter Girl, Amazing Babe, Azure Angel, Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade) and Flag Girl are the creation and property of Mr. X and used with his permission. All other characters in the story are my own creation. You can send all feedback to" Troi@hotmail.com * People sometimes say something like "Did you ever have one of those days?". Well, my life has seemingly been a series of one of those days. Oh wait, I did some reading on how to be a better writer and one article I read said that you should briefly reintroduce your main character each time if you are doing a series of stories since readers might forget who he or she is and new readers won't have a clue. I'm not sure the author's article isn't full of it since I haven't seen their name on the NY Times Best Sellers list, but what the fuck. My name is Elena Yoshi O'Brien and I drive a cab in Delta City. If you want to know more than that then you can fucking well go read my first entry. Now where was I? Oh yeah, the eight hundred and thirty second consecutive crappy day of my life. If you want to know what the last good day was, that was the day I was able to go into a bar legally without using fake ID. Naturally, about two in the morning the next day, I was kneeling in front of a toilet trying not to get puke on my hair as I heaved up everything in my stomach and probably my small intestine. Fuck, I got sidetracked again. Maybe I have ADHD? Anyway, it was late afternoon and it was pouring rain when I spotted this broad standing under the awning of the Ritz Hotel trying to wave down a cab. I don't know where the fucking doorman was since that should have been his job, but the lazy bastard was probably hiding somewhere so he didn't have to go out in the rain. I saw old Jimmy Ferguson heading for her and I cut in front of him and got there first. Jimmy gave me a double middle finger salute and I stuck my tongue out at him, but the fare was mine, fair and square. I had wanted to get this woman since I could tell from the way she was dressed that she was rich. I was pretty sure I recognized the dress she had on from some Instagram influencer who said it cost twenty grand. I figured that someone with a dress like that would be a big tipper, though I wondered why she was out in this weather without even a coat and why she was hailing a cab instead of hopping into a limo. I guess she hadn't listened to the weather forecast and maybe since she was coming out of the Ritz in midday, she might have had a little secret horizontal action going on. In fact, when she got in the backseat, I could see she was a little ruffled looking like maybe she had been well fucked all afternoon. She had long dark hair, was about six feet tall and had a chest that looked like she was smuggling a couple of volleyballs under her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra either and I could clearly see her erect nipples trying to poke through the thin fabric of that expensive dress. It took me a few seconds, but I finally placed her familiar face. I had Brenda fucking Wade, maybe the richest woman in the world, in the back seat of my hack. Then I saw her cross those long legs which caused her dress to ride up and I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties as I caught a fleeting glimpse of her glistening pussy lips and the neat "A" of her landing strip. That last bit gave me pause since it didn't match her name, but maybe it is some kind of inside joke, like she is an Alpha in bed. It sure made me wonder who had been the lucky guy or gal to get her into bed this afternoon. You might be thinking to yourself that this doesn't sound like such a bad day so far, but that came a few seconds later when I turned around to ask Ms. Wade where she wanted to go and she just stared at my face. I could tell she recognized me, though damned if I could figure out where from since I had never met her before. She hid her recognition real quick, but I saw her glance at the driver ID and number that the law says I have to display all the time. That would have made me panic, but I'm not stupid enough to put my real name and license number on that ID. If Brenda Wade decided to try and trace me for some reason then she would find out that Pamela Sue Martin didn't exist unless you watched Nancy Drew reruns, or saw that hot photo of her on the cover of an old Playboy wearing nothing but a trench coat. I dropped Ms. Wade off at the Wade Building and as I drove away, I could see her checking my license plate number in my rearview mirror. Damn, it was time to change the plate again and my ID on the dash. It looked like Susan Dey would be working the rest of the night. Ok, sue me for watching old 70s tv shows when I can't sleep. The worst thing about this encounter was the cheap bitch only tipped me five bucks. * The rain slacked off as darkness fell and that was both good and bad. Business was better when it rained and people needed a cab, but driving in the dark and rain is a bitch. I pulled into McDonalds for a Big Mac and fries for supper. Yeah, I know my diet is crap, but I have a high metabolism and I don't seem to be putting on the weight, though maybe my boobs might be getting a bit bigger. That DD bra I bought last month seemed a little tighter, but that might simply be shrinkflation. While I was eating, I checked in with my online therapist Dr. Fakir. He, she, or it was really interested in hearing the details of my encounters last night with Azure, Angel and the dynamic duo of sluts known as Ms. Americana and Flag Girl. If you don't know about that bit of excitement then again you can go back and read the first entry of my blog. I was kind of reluctant to give all the seedy details, but Dr. Fakir was pretty insistent. He said it was part of my therapy, but I wasn't convinced. I used the pronoun "he" just now and that's because the interest in the details seemed like a guy thing. That kind of shoots up my theory that Dr. Fakir is really an AI chat bot. I mean, can a chat bot get horny? I did read a couple of articles about chat bots making lewd comments and journalists who fell in love with them, but I just find that kind of a stretch. I can't see falling in love with my vacuum cleaner. "How big do you think Ms. Americana's breasts are?" asked Dr. Fakir via a text message. "Jeez Doc, they looked pretty huge to me, bigger than my double D's for sure," I typed back. "Were her nipples erect?" was Dr. Fakir's next question. "They were scratching the paint on the hood of my car," I answered and ate another fry. "Was Ms. Americana able to take Pantheris's entire huge, black cock in her pussy?" asked my shrink. "Yeah, neither her or Flag Girl had any problem fitting the entire thing inside them," I replied. I took a bite of my burger and thought about Dr. Fakir's question, especially the wording. That seemed a little unprofessional to me, but then I don't have a couple dozen letters after my name either. Still, it made me wonder, so I typed a question of my own. "Hey Doc are you jerking off to this story?" There was a long delay in the reply and I could almost swear I heard panting which was ridiculous since everything was being communicated by text messages with no audio. "Of course not, that would be highly unprofessional. Now how did you feel about sucking Pantheris's cock and getting your first taste of pussy juices on it? I believe you told me that you had never done it with another woman before, but were slightly curious." I hesitated before replying. Dr. Fakir had assured me that our conversations were confidential and used end to end encryption, but I still felt kind of nervous about saying some things. "I guess I had kind of mixed feelings," I replied. "That cock of hers was fucking huge, bigger than anything I have seen before and I kind of liked the idea of trying to get it all in my mouth, a challenge I guess. On the other hand, she didn't give me much choice which kind of er sucks. As for the taste, it was interesting. I mean it wasn't pure pussy since it was all mixed with her cum." "But would you like to try licking pussy now that you got shall we say, an indirect taste?" asked Dr. Fakir. "Maybe, I'm not sure," I replied with a shrug, though of course that physical motion didn't come across in a text message. "Do you have a female friend that you could experiment with?" typed Dr. Fakir. I had to take a moment to think about that one. I lead a pretty solitary life and don't have any real close friends, either male or female which is the main reason my Captain Glory dildo gets so many frequent workouts. For the record, I don't think he personally authorized the dildo and had it made to his exact measurements like the box said, but again this is Delta City, so who knows. There were a couple of women in my apartment building, but most were old enough to be my mother and busy with kids. Mrs. Perez next door was kind of hot for her age and she sometimes wore low cut tops that showed off her nice sized boobs. I had even seen them two years back when she was breast feeding her first kid and I had got to watch the little monster sucking on her nipple like he had found the greatest treasure there was. I remember thinking that he was one lucky kid, but then Mrs. Perez had caught me staring at her boobs and I quickly blushed and looked away. She didn't say anything, but she did give me a nice big smile and several times after that, she seemed to go out of her way to do her breast feeding when she knew I was looking. "Are you still there?" asked Dr. Fakir. I realized I had been wool gathering and typed a quick reply. "No, I don't think I know anyone who I could do it with." "That's too bad," replied my shrink. "Acting out one of your fantasies and having sex with another woman might help your mental health. One of my nurses sometimes acts as a sexual surrogate in therapy sessions. Perhaps we could arrange for you and her to do it at an in person session." "I don't think I have the money to afford that," I replied which was the truth, but I know fear was also a factor in my answer. What if I liked it? What would that mean for me going forward? "I think the fee could be waived as part of a case study," replied Dr. Fakir. "Of course, I would have to record the session on video." "I will think about it," I replied, feeling panic start to rise in me. "Look Doc, I've got to go now. Someone is hailing me." "I thought you were eating supper?" asked Dr. Fakir, but I closed the connection without answering. That had got too weird, too fast. * Before I left McDonalds and their free Wi-Fi, I checked to see how this blog is doing. It turns out I have 43 followers now and I got 12 likes on that first post. I am starting to wonder if using my real name on the blog was a good idea. At the time, I didn't think anyone would look at it and if I am being totally honest, I hadn't realized the default was to make the blog public. A big oops on that one. I looked at the comments and they were a mixed bag. I got three from people who said I was a total fucking slut and I should kill myself. Gee thanks guys for your display of kindness. That was sarcasm by the way, I thought I should point that out since another article on writing I read said that sometimes sarcasm doesn't come across well in text. I also had eight comments from people who wanted me to suck their cocks or to fuck me. I guess I will take those as positive comments. Several people wanted me to post a picture of myself. Sorry guys that isn't going to happen, so you will have to continue jerking off to Miss October or whatever month floats your boat. The picture requests though might mean I didn't do such a good job describing myself in the first post, so I will give it another try. I am five foot five and one Big Mac and Fries over 120 pounds. My hair is black, but in the right light, there is sort of a gleam of red which comes from my mother's Irish side of the family. My eyes are golden brown when they aren't red from lack of sleep. I did mention my insomnia last post didn't I? My skin colour is light brown and might almost pass for a dark tan on a white person. As previously mentioned, my boobs are DD, but probably look larger on someone my size. I swear they aren't growing. My normal wardrobe consists of a comfortable pair of jeans, nothing skin tight cause I wouldn't have any circulation left after a night of driving, whatever top I can find on sale at the second hand store and a pair of black military surplus boots. You hear people say what one thing they would grab if their house was on fire and for me that is my jacket. When my mom died, I had to go through her stuff and on the top shelf of the closet, I found the jacket in a box, wrapped up in plastic to help protect it. It's medium blue and has a logo on one breast that is a stylized red, white and blue "e". I didn't recognize the logo, so I did a Google search and it turned out to be for the Montreal Expos. For those like me who didn't know about the Expos, they were a Major League Baseball team that started back in 1969 and were moved to Washington in the 2000s. The jacket was a man's jacket and looked like an authentic warm-up jacket that actual players wore. I have no idea why my mom had this jacket and why it was so important to her as it evidently was from the careful way it was packed. I wonder if it could be my dad's and if so what does that tell me about my mom and dad's relationship? I had always thought he just took off when I was born, but maybe this jacket tells another story. The problem is I don't even know his name, so how would I try and trace him. I thought he was dead, but now I'm not so sure. The jacket is a bit big on me except in the chest, but the only way someone is going to get it away from me is to kill me first. In Delta City, that's a real possibility. * I got a few customers during the evening and around midnight I headed for Ted's Dinner. Yeah, I know it should only have one "n", but the legend says the sign guy couldn't spell and Ted wasn't going to spend the money for a new sign after the guy skipped town. Actually, Ted is a bit of a legend now too since he hasn't owned the place for twenty years or so. He was killed in the kitchen when some guy went nuts and pushed his head into the deep fryer until it exploded. Joe Larouche, who owns it now assured me that they did change the oil in the deep fryer after that little incident. Ted's Dinner is down near the docks and a favorite hangout for the hookers in that part of town and others like me who mainly work after dark. I mentioned Joe Larouche and the after dark bit is what he is all about. Ted's opens when the sun goes down and closes after an early breakfast just as the sun is coming up. Joe says it isn't worth it to be open in that part of the town during the day. Others think that Joe is a vampire. I don't really believe that, but then there isn't a mirror in the place, including the washrooms. Vampire or not, Joe is one hell of a good cook. He has the best coffee in town, makes the pies himself and the burgers and other food are all simple but delicious. As I pulled into the lot on one side of Ted's, I saw Gloria hard at work at the back corner of the place. Gloria's a red haired hooker with huge silicone boobs that are bigger than mine and I'm pretty sure the red hair comes from a bottle too. She was on her knees, mouth bobbing up and down on a client's cock and apparently she saw me too and gave a little "wait for me" gesture. I just leaned against the wall of the diner and watched a pro at work. The guy looked like he was a good ten inches, but Gloria had him down her throat without any gagging at all. He had his hands resting on the top of Gloria's head and was thrusting his hips back and forth, giving Gloria a good face fucking. I could see and hear his balls slapping on her chin and from the sounds he was making, the guy wasn't going to last much longer. I was right, because thirty seconds and a dozen strokes later, he gave a loud moan and began to empty his balls into Gloria's mouth. Like I said, Gloria is a real pro and she didn't let a single drop escape as she swallowed his load. When he was done, the guy didn't say anything, just tucked his dick back in his pants, got into his Ford 150 and drove away. "Hey good to see you Elena," said Gloria as she got to her feet and walked towards me, dabbing at her lips with a Kleenex. "You weren't here last night." "I got busy and couldn't make it," I said as I swung in beside Gloria and we headed for the door of Ted's. "How is business tonight?" "Medium," replied Gloria with a shrug. "That's only my fourth blowjob of the night. I'm hoping things pick up, so Randy doesn't get pissy." Randy was Gloria's pimp and generally as pimps go, not too bad. At least he didn't wail on his girls like some of the assholes did. That was the way most of the pimps were around Ted's as the nastier ones tended to do their business in Sugar Town, the premier red light district of the city. Still, a pimp was a pimp and if Gloria didn't bring in enough money, then Randy could get pretty demanding and downright snarky about her taking a coffee break like this one. There were cries of "Hey Gloria" and "Hey Elena" as we came through the door. The place was two thirds full, mostly with other hookers, but there were a few other night owls like myself who knew about the place. I suppose I should say a few words about the working girls who hung out there. They were a pretty mixed bag in some ways and in others, it was the same old story. I doubt any of them wanted to be prostitutes, I mean who would put that under their yearbook photo as their goal in life? They were all there in the end because it was the only way they had found to make enough money to survive. They were a mix of ages and races from teens to some pushing fifty and trying to hide it and every colour of the rainbow. Most were decent and pleasant to talk to if sometimes a little sad looking, though there were a couple of copper plated bitches who were so hardened by time and what they had seen and done that I've seen reptiles in zoos with more humanity than them. Gloria is one of the leaders of the working girls who ostensibly don't have leaders and since I was with her, we were invited to sit with several groups. Gloria always tried not to play favorites and rotated among the various cliques, so tonight she sat down with Cindy, Mindy and Tara. Cindy and Mindy were a pair of identical twins with dark chocolate skin and very popular with clients who liked threesomes. Identical twins were a fantasy for a lot of guys and the twins could charge good money for their services. Tara was a quiet blonde girl and might have seemed a little out of place with the twins, but they were good friends and sometimes clients wanted some ebony and ivory type lesbian action, so Tara fit in nicely with that. "How's your night going so far ladies?" asked Gloria as Joe came by with the coffee pot and filled our cups. "pretty good," said Mindy with a huge smile that showed her bright white teeth. "The three of us just came from a fraternity party over at the university. The three of us did a three girl strip and make out session for the boys and then a round of blowjobs." "It's only midnight," I said checking my watch. "Those frat parties normally go until dawn." "It got kind of rowdy and someone called the cops," said Tara. We made sure we got paid in advance and got the hell out of there when the cops showed up." "Let me guess, Alpha Delta House," said Gloria with a face palm. "You got it in one," agreed Cindy. "Those boys just don't know how to do anything in moderation. They might have been ok if they had kept it in the house, but someone suggested fucking the sluts on the front lawn. They were willing to pay extra for that, so the three of us are getting railed side by side on the front lawn when the Dean's wife happened by." "You should have seen the old biddy's eyes bug out," laughed Tara. "There we three were with our tits swinging back and forth with a cock in each of our pussies. When she got over her shock, she pulled out her phone and called 911. We barely had time to let the guys finish in us, grab our clothes and take off before the law arrived." "Damn, Alpha Delta is going to get themselves shut down again," moaned Gloria, "and it will be a damn shame since they are all rich brats and good customers." I took a sip of my coffee and was looking around the place while listening to the story and saw something new. I saw Leon McDonald sitting in a booth with a busty blonde sitting on his lap. Leon is a pimp and one of the worst one in the way he treats his girls. He also isn't very smart and most of the other pimps and the girls call him Leon the Moron behind his back. Leon is black and got his idea about what a pimp should look like from watching old black exploitation movies which means a white suit and lots of gold chains dangling from his neck. Seeing Leon there wasn't unusual, but the blonde whose tits he was groping was unusual. She had a green mask on and wore a skimpy green outfit with fishnet stockings and six inch green heels that matched her outfit. The top of the outfit was currently pulled up to expose a pair of huge tits that Leon was kneading with his big hands. "What's that all about?" I asked Cindy when she noticed me looking at Leon and the blonde. "The moron struck it lucky," Cindy replied. "That's one of them super sluts, or so Leon claims. Her name is Green Specter." The name rang a bell with me from having seen some of her sexploits in fighting crime on the news and on the Internet. There had been stories enough before about one of the super babes being caught by a pimp and at least temporarily turned into a whore, but those tended to happen over in Sugar Town with the big time pimps, not the two bit ones like Leon. "You sure she is the real thing?" I asked Cindy. "I think so, or at least she is a damn good facsimile," put in Mindy. "He showed up with her about half an hour ago to brag and show her off. I think he has something on her to make her behave. She's got a big smile on her face, but if you look in her eyes, you can tell she would rather be cutting old Leon's nuts off and feeding them to him." I glanced back over at Leon and the maybe Green Specter and could tell Mindy was right. The whole thing though was none of my business and way out of my pay grade, so I ate my piece of cherry pie and chatted with the girls until they all had to leave to get on with their work. Leon finally pushed the heroine off his lap and gave her ass a hard slap. "Time for you to get out on the street girl and earn old Leon some spending money. You remember the pricelist I gave you?" "Yes,," the blonde said through gritted teeth. "Well you better repeat it back to make sure you got it right," snapped Leon, giving her ass another slap. "One hundred for a blowjob, two hundred for a pussy fuck and three hundred for anal," recited Green Specter, clearly hating every word she said. "That's right," Leon agreed. "I expect at least two grand by morning or you know what will happen." The blonde didn't say anything to that, so Leon gave her ass another whack. "I asked you if you remembered what would happen if you don't bring me enough money!" "I remember," gritted Green Specter and she hung her head as she left the diner. Leon followed her out and got into his Mercedes, peeling off to check up on some of his other girls no doubt. It was time for me to get back to work and I put some bills on the table, waved goodbye to Joe and headed for my cab. I was just about to it, when I heard a whisper from the shadows. "Pssst, please come here," called a female voice. I knew better, but for some reason I went over to the shadows anyway and not surprisingly found myself tit to tit with the heroine. "I need your help," she said. I saw you inside talking to the other girls, but you aren't dressed like them, so I hoped you might help me." "I'm just a cab driver," I replied. "I don't think there is anything I can do to help you. Are you really Green Specter?" "Yes," replied the blonde, looking around nervously as if afraid Leon would return. "Well, what has Leon got on you that you don't just kick his ass?" I asked her. "I mean, I keep hearing how tough you super babes are, so I figure you could take Leon with one arm tied behind your back." "He wouldn't be a problem," agreed Green Specter savagely, "but he is holding my …sidekick hostage and says he will do things to her if I don't whore for him and bring him the money he wants." I noticed that Green Specter was going to say something other than sidekick and only changed her word at the last second. That was interesting, but really it wasn't any of my business. "How did he grab her if you are all so tough?" I asked. "Just bad luck," replied the blonde heroine. "Specter Girl and I saw him getting rough with one of his girls and decided to take him down. One punch and he folded up like a cheap accordion, but we didn't see his brothers Max and Nick behind us. They clapped a chloroform rag over our mouths and we took a breath before we knew what was happening. You might have heard what that stuff does to an Aphrodite." I nodded and she went on, "When I came to, there was just Leon and me. He said his brothers had my … sidekick in some safe place and I had better do as I was told, or they were going to fuck her brains out and post it up on the Internet." Once again, I noticed the abrupt word substitution, but didn't say anything about it. I had said Leon was a moron, but he was the brains of the McDonald family as his brothers Max and Nick were probably sharing a single brain cell. They were also a couple of real bastards and I wondered if Green Specter really believed they wouldn't molest her sidekick if she obeyed Leon. I didn't think this blonde was that stupid, but then she didn't have a whole lot of choices either. "What do you expect me to do?" I asked. "Like I said, I am just a cab driver." "They took my communicator and phone," replied Green Specter. "I've got to get to work for Leon, but you can take a message for me over to She Legion HQ. Tell whoever is on duty what happened and they will find Specter Girl." I bit my lower lip while I thought. I really didn't want to get involved in this mess, since if it went sideways and Leon found out about my part in it, he could make my life miserable, or more miserable than it already was. Even if they nailed Leon, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be able to bribe his way out of it. "Please, I really need your help," said Green Specter touching my arm. I looked down into her cleavage and then back up into those concerned and sad eyes and I was lost. "Fine, I will take your message to She Legion HQ, but that's all I will do." "Thank-you, thank-you," gasped Green Specter and she gave me a hug. I could feel those large boobs pressing into me and it was one of the sweetest sensations I could recall. Finally, the heroine let go of me and walked away down the street towards her assigned corner. I watched her go and then got in my cab and sat there wondering if I had lost my fucking mind to let myself get suckered into helping. I sat there for a few minutes thinking and saw a van pull up in front of Green Specter. I could see the shame and humiliation in her walk as she went over to the van and leaned in the window, giving the driver a real good look down her top. I saw him nod his head and pull out a wad of money that he gave to the heroine. She took it like it was some kind of plague infested rat and walked around to the other side and got in. I thought the van would zoom away, but it only pulled over to the side of the road. I couldn't see the driver anymore, but after about a minute, the van began to rock violently up and down. I sighed and started my cab and headed out on my errand. I had to drive by the van and I couldn't help myself and I took a look through the front window as I went by. The light in the back of the van was on and so I got a clear view of the driver fucking Green Specter. He had her on her hands and knees on a mattress that he apparently kept just for this kind of thing and was doing her doggy. The heroine's huge jugs were swinging back and forth as the man railed her. Well, that was at least a hundred bucks of the two grand Leon wanted earned. I watched for a few more seconds mesmerized and then I hit the gas and drove away. * She Legion HQ is out near the edge of town, probably because the villains keep attacking it and they don't want neighbors to get caught in the crossfire, or maybe hear them moaning as they get nailed by their attackers. I parked and hurried up to the front door, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. I tried the door and it was locked which I suppose made sense in terms of security. I looked around and saw a buzzer and was about to press it when I saw the note pasted above it. "Temporarily closed due to watermain break. In case of emergency, please contact the Delta City PD. We are sorry for the inconvenience and will be open again as soon as possible. We value your patronage." I stared at the notice in disbelief. What kind of a twit would write a message like that This wasn't like some restaurant or other normal business that ran into this problem. These were fucking superheroes! I mean couldn't they have some kind of bat signal or something that I could use in case of an emergency? Ok, maybe a tit signal would be more appropriate, but what the fuck was I to do now I thought as I got back in my cab. The only thing I could see to do was to drive back and find Green Specter and let her know what was going on. Maybe she could direct me to some other place where I could find one of the She Legion to help her. I was nearly back to where I had started when I saw Leon's Mercedes parked in the lot of the Sunshine Motel. If I had stopped to think, I wouldn't have done what I did next, but I swung the cab into the lot and shut off the engine while I surveyed the row of rooms in front of me. It was now about one thirty in the morning and all of the rooms were dark except for one and Leon's car was parked near it. Like a fucking idiot, I got out and snuck across the lot and tried to peek in the window. The curtains weren't drawn all the way and I got a good view of the room and the bed. On the bed was a younger version of the MILF heroine and she was in the same position as I had last saw her mentor. In other words, she was naked except for mask, gloves and heels and being fucked doggy style by Leon. I watched transfixed as he rammed his huge black cock in and out of the little white girl as the bed shook under them. Those motel rooms aren't exactly sound proofed and I could hear the girl moaning with obvious pleasure as she was fucked. My first thought was that she was a wanton little slut, but then I remembered what I had heard about the Aphrodite gene which was than once a heroine got heated up, they didn't have much left in the way of self-control. I could testify to that as I watched the young blonde thrusting her hips back to meet Leon's thrusts with obvious pleasure, trying to take it as deep as she could get it. As I continued to watch, Max came into view, stroking his cock and he slapped Specter Girl across the face with it, once on each cheek leaving trails of slime on them. "Open up girl and suck me," I could hear him say through the window and Specter Girl seemed all too eager to do just that as her lips parted and closed around the man's cock. I knew I needed to do something and not just standing there watching like a peeping Tom at the sidekick getting it from both ends, but damn it was one hot scene. I started to take out my phone to record the sight, but stopped myself in time. As much as Specter Girl seemed to be enjoying herself, what I was seeing was rape and I would have to be a real piece of shit to record it. Yeah, I know it happens virtually every day in Delta City, but that didn't make it right. I finally tore my gaze away from the fucking and stumbled back to my cab which I really wished had a cold shower. I finally got myself together enough and drove back towards Ted's scouring the streets near it for signs of Green Specter. I finally found her in an alley a block away where she was leaning against a dirty brick wall while a john banged her from behind. I didn't want to interrupt, so I was forced to sit there watching as he reached around and groped her huge, exposed tits while he drove his cock in and out of her. My window was rolled down and I could hear them both moaning loudly and knew the guy was about to bust his nut. Suddenly he pulled out of the blonde's pussy and ordered her onto her knees in front of him. The heroine knelt there with a dazed look on her face as the man jerked his cock a few times and then began to spew a huge load over her face and tits. I would like to say I was disgusted at the sight, but I was really rather impressed with how much spunk he shot out. There was cum in her blonde hair and a huge wad dripping off her chin as the man tossed her a tip and took off leaving her kneeling there naked. She was still kneeling there looking stunned when I got out and approached her. It took a few seconds, but recognition finally seemed to come back into her eyes and she stood up. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Did you deliver my message." "There was no one there," I told her and recounted what the message had said. "That message must have been from Amazing Babe," Green Specter muttered. "No one else could have written something so bloody vacuous sounding." The heroine seemed to forget all about that instantly though when I told her about spotting Leon's Mercedes in the motel parking lot and seeing Specter Girl through the window. "Er, Leon was fucking her and she seemed to be liking it," I said blushing. "It's the damn Aphrodite gene," Green Specter said with a sigh and I tried not to notice how enticing her cum coated and glistening boobs looked when she did that. "I didn't really expect Leon to keep his word and not violate my sidekick, but I didn't have any choice. She might be young, but Specter Girl is a big girl and knows what all the perils of being a heroine in Delta City are. It isn't the first time something like this has happened and it won't be the last either I imagine." That sounded a little cold to me, but then I am only a taxi driver and not a heroine, so what do I know. "Um, do you want a ride there?" I asked feeling like I should at least do something other than being a voyeur staring at the two heroines. "That would be sweet of you," said Green Specter and she leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I think she did it without thinking about the cum that still coated those lips, but to tell the truth I didn't really mind as her lips were so soft and it wasn't the first time I had ever tasted cum though the source had never been so interesting. Green Specter found the bits of her discarded costume and after getting dressed followed me to my car. I even found a roll of paper towels so she could wipe the worst of the cum off. When we got to the motel, the heroine was out of the car almost before it had come to a halt and running full tilt towards the door I indicated. I followed her at a more leisurely pace and watched a stiletto clad foot smash the door in. I am not sure the door was even locked, but I think Green Specter had a little anger to work off. That certainly seemed to be the case as I listened to the sounds of punches and kicks connecting with flesh and heard the screams of pain from within the room. By the time I got to the door and peered cautiously inside, Leon and his two brothers were lying unconscious and bleeding on the floor. "Oh goddess, are you alright Specter Girl?" Green Specter was asking her sidekick. "Just peachy," replied Specter Girl with a dreamy look on her face. "I got a real good fucking." There wasn't much doubt of that I observed as cum was dribbling out of all the young blonde's holes. "Let's make out," she said with a giggle and pulled her mentor in for a kiss. "Stop that Specter Girl" admonished Green Specter pulling away with an effort. "That isn't proper behavior for a heroine and her sidekick. It's just the Aphrodite gene and the aftereffects of getting fucked so hard." "But, I'm still so fucking horny," whine Specter Girl trying to pull the older heroine back in for another kiss. There was an almost panicked looked on Green Specter's face as she broke free, ran into the small bathroom and returned with a glass of water that she threw in her sidekick's face. That seemed to be enough to shock the teen back into some semblance of sanity as she knelt there still naked on the bed blinking rapidly. "Oh goddess, what was I doing …Green Specter?" she said and once again there seemed to be that last second word substitution as she caught sight of me in the doorway. "Never mind, it's all over now," replied Green Specter soothingly as she fished out three sets of cuffs from her utility belt and fastened them on the trio on the floor. She then searched Leon's pockets and came up with her communicator and phone. "Hello?" I heard a voice over the speaker of the communicator. "Is that you Amazing Babe?" asked Green Specter. "Yep it's me Greenie," I heard Amazing Babe reply,. I had a vague image of Amazing Babe in my mind from her numerous newspaper appearances. Blonde as I recalled with a set of hooters even bigger than Green Specter's stuffed into a red, white and blue bikini. "I need police sent to the Twilight motel to pick up a trio of thugs," said Green Specter. "After that, we are going to have a little talk about you and monitor duty. I know damn well there was no watermain break at the She Legion HQ. I also know that there was a Greenday concert in town tonight and you are a big fan of theirs." "I heard a gulping sound from the communicator and then a long pause. "I'll get the police over there right away ma'am," said a very contrite sounding Amazing Babe. "It looks like you have this all under control," I told Green Specter and I turned to leave. "Thanks for all your help Pamela Sue," said Green Specter. Damn, I still hadn't changed that ID. The End