PLAYING FOR KEEPS

Part 6

By

FLEXMAN

This story was inspired by Blacknite13 excellent story “Turning The Tables.” In my humble option, it’s the best story he’s ever written. It’s very creative because he thought outside the box and redesigned Mr. X’s characters. I also liked his main character detective Mick Stone. My story is not as good as his, but I hope it entertains.

These characters, with the exception of Nick Powell, belong to Nightwing 316. Brenda Wade belongs to Mr. X. This is a not for profit story. No one under the age of 18 should read it. Send all comments to Flexman3@hotmail.com.

Wade ordered Beeks to check me out and specifically get her my address. First question, how did she get my name? Did Tiffany give it to her? I don’t think so. I spoke to Tiffany earlier today and she’s oblivious about anything to do with Brenda Wade. I don’t think she’s lying, like I said, she’s not the devious type. That means Vicky had to give me up. Why would she do that? More importantly, how could she do that without telling Wade about what I have on her and revealing she’s Puritan. Beeks said they’re friends, maybe Wade all ready knew all about Vicky’s extracurricular heroine activities. Hey, you never know.

So what does Wade do about it? Billionaires generally lean on people in one of two ways. One, they sic their high price lawyers on them. That would be a waste of time on me. My cover is solid; the only thing Beeks could find out about me is I’m a two bit PI with only two thousand dollars in bank and a three year old Mustang. There were allegations of corruption while I was on the force but nothing was ever proven. That all means I’m, what lawyers like to call, judgment proof; I don’t have enough assets worth suing for. That leaves the second option, muscle. Hire some big guys to show me the errors of my ways. I don’t think having me killed me is what she’ll do, Vicky knows full well what would happen if I disappear, all the information I have on her and her friends would find their way to Master Blaster and the papers. She must have told that to Wade. So Wade will hire muscle to get me to tell her where I stashed the info on the heroines.

OK, here’s the set up. The address I gave Beeks for him to give to Wade is an apartment building on Laurel Avenue. It’s a lower middle class working neighborhood. I own the building through a dummy corporation; it has full occupancy except for two apartments on the top floor. Apartment C, the apartment number I gave Beeks, is in the middle of the hallway next to the stairs. It’s vacant and furnished. This afternoon I put some old clothes I got from the Salvation Army store in there, just to give it a lived in look. I’m in apartment D next door, at the end of the hallway and I’m waiting for Wade’s muscle to show up. I’m ready for them. I cleaned and oiled my Glock, shoved a full magazine in it and chambered a round. I have two extra magazines ready. I also have a Python nine millimeter, cleaned, oiled, fully loaded and I set up two speed loaders for it. Finally, my Benelli M5 tactical shotgun, complete with pistol grip, is ready. I load it and pump a round in the chamber; it’s excellent for close quarter combat. A lot of fire power, but I doubt Wade will skimp when she sends her big boys to work me over. There are two other apartments on this floor, but that’s no problem. The tenant of apartment A is a night watchman at a warehouse over in Canarsy Street and the tenant in apartment B is the night manager at a twenty-four hour Dunkin Donuts, so neither is home. So here I am, sitting in the dark, with the shotgun on my lap and my guns holster on my belt, waiting for someone to show up and knock on the apartment next door.

There is a third thing she can do, put me under surveillance and see if she can get something on me. Vicky must have told her how much money she’s paying me and Wade could figure out that the other three women are paying me too. She’d have to wonder where all that money is going. Since it doesn’t look like I’m spending any of it, she might figure out I have things going on the side. She might want to find out if she can get something to use against me. Good luck with that. I’m not an easy person to keep an eye on.

I wait. I have an alarm rigged. No, not an electric one, that’s too easy to spot and disable. Alarms work best when they are simple, especially in an old building like this one. What I did is make sure the hinges on the door leading from the stairway are very rusted, so when they’re opened, even a little, they’ll squeak big time; enough to tip me off. I don’t think they’ll use the elevator. That makes enough noise on it’s own to let me know they’re here. Nothing left to do but wait.

At around quarter after one, I hear the stairway door move. I look through the peep hole. It’s not what I expect. Doesn’t look like Wade send muscle after me, least not the type of muscle I had in mind. Quietly walking down the hallway is this woman. She’s tall, about my height, six-one, full figured, about one forty, with a very nice body. Even stranger is how she’s dressed. She’s wearing a star spangle string bikini, with red gloves and matching knee high boots. She has a tiara on her head with a blue mask, choker, earrings and a gold belt on her waist. Now why would anyone wear a belt with a string bikini? What’s it suppose to hold up? Naturally, the thing that catches my eye is her massive tits; they look like natural forty-four double Ds tapering down to a hard thirty-four inch waist. My first thought is maybe one of the tenants didn’t go to work and this is just some hooker he hired to satisfying some weird fetish, but she walks up to apartment C and listens at the door. Maybe she’s here to set me up. You know, she comes in and distracts me while the real muscle busts in to the apartment and catches me with my pants down. As I stand there watching her, I get another idea, what if Wade didn’t send muscle, what if she sent a super heroine?

I watch the masked woman pull a lock pick from her hair and work the lock, open the door and go in the apartment. She’s probably going to search the room, maybe stake the place out and wait for me to come back, take me by surprise. She’s not any heroine I know and in the last year I’ve become an expert on Star City heroines, but Brenda Wade is based out of Delta City. Maybe this bitch is from there too. Being such a hard core fema fascist it wouldn’t surprise me if Brenda Wade finances and runs some, or all, of the heroines out of Delta City. Since I know the secret identities of all the heroines in Star City, it would make sense for her to send one of her own after me. While the bitch is in apartment C I go to my laptop, get on line and look up Delta City masked heroines on www.superheroineexposed.com. The list, along with pictures and bios comes on the screen. There’s a running joke among Delta City cops. Star City heroines dress in sexy attire, but at least they have some clothes on, Delta City heroines run around almost naked. It’s hard to tell the difference between them and the hookers. The Delta City cops are always trying to bust the heroine, thinking they are hookers. It’s a natural mistake; all of them are dressed in either string bikinis, like the bitch in the apartment or in a bustier. They rationalize it by saying it distracts the bad guys, but everybody knows they are just exhibitionists and sluts asking for it. I don’t have to go through the whole list because I hit the jackpot on the first name. I should feel very honored because Wade sent Delta City’s premier heroine after me; Ms Americana. I scan the bio. Like Stardust, this one actually has super powers; super strength, speed, endurance, rapid healing and a force field that stops high speed projectiles. Shit, that means my guns are useless against her. I hate when that happens. She has a partner called Flag Girl, but she not around, probably didn’t make the trip. I look for any known weaknesses; it says the source of her super powers is her golden belt. I stared at that for a moment. It didn’t really make any sense. How could a belt be the source of all those powers? It could just be a rumor; I mean I have no way of knowing if any of this is true, but as I think about it, it could be true. After all, why is she wearing that belt? It serves no purpose, not while wearing a bikini. Want to hear something even stranger? According to this, the only way to remove her belt is either by knocking her out, distracting her or forcing her to climax….now how the hell would they know that?

Ok, if that’s the case then I need a change of tactics. I flip on the safety on my shotgun and get some other types of weapons I own. I go to the cabinet and get my telescopic steel baton, my Stun Master 775,000 volts stun gun and a pepper spay dispenser.

Here we go; I go in to the hallway. I stand by the door to apartment C and listen. It takes a few minutes but I hear her coming. I plaster myself against the wall next to the door. The door opens and she comes out. She looks the other way first, then she looks my way and that’s when I let go with the pepper spray straight in her face. I never used the stuff before. Usually when I want to subdue someone I give them a concussion, but I took this away from a perp once and kept it. I spray right between her eyes and it works just fine; she gives out a loud yell and quickly turns away, bringing her hands up to her face; it must burn like hell. I don’t hesitate; I flip my wrist and extend the baton out all the way. I then nail her on the head. Any normal woman would have had her skull cave in, but this bitch heals so fast that within second there’s no damage. It does knock her off her feet, which is what I wanted. She’s on the floor on her elbows and knees, trying to clear her head. That’s when I pull the stun master and zap her bare back. This time she yells louder and her body spasms big time on the floor. I’m not worried, in this neighborhood, people are taught to mind their own business. I zap her again and the same results. I figure by now she must be pretty distracted, so I reach down, unsnap her belt, take it off and throw it over my shoulder. I zap yet again, only this time, without her belt it does more then just stun her, she passes out cold. I spank her ass.

“Well that was fun babe. Let do this again sometime.”

Now I have to move fast, just in case I’m wrong and she does have backup. Maybe that Flagcunt is around here somewhere. I kill the lights in apartment C and lock the door. Then I drag this sorry cunt in to apartment D and lock that door. I put her in the middle of floor.

There’s something I should tell you about apartment D, I use it as a safe house. That means I store a lot of my equipment here. This includes some of my photograph and video equipment, which I am going to make use of right now. I shut the shades and drapes and turn on the lights. I pull out both the still camera and video. I set the video up on its tripod, in a spot that gets her completely in the shot. I notice this Ms. Americana is wearing a chocker with a microelectronic jammer on it. I’ve seen those before, it’s designed to jam cameras from taking her picture; I remove that first. I turn on the video camera, center her in the picture, focus it, and let it run. I then get my still picture camera and snap some picture of my guest lying unconscious on the floor. I’m not wasting time on preliminaries; I don’t know how long she’ll be out. I’m amazed that after the beating I gave her in the hallway she doesn’t have a mark on her. I first take off the tiara and snap some shots, then the earrings and then the money shot, I unmask her.

I stand there staring at her face. I never would have guessed; it’s Brenda Wade. I felt something like this when I first found out that Sami Smart was StarDust. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea that a millionaire would go out there and be a heroine. Millionaires don’t risking their asses or get their hands dirty, they hire other people to do that for them, but Sami does. Now here I am, looking at a billionaire doing the same thing. Are all these women insane or just stupid? There must really be something wrong with them. But I’m also happy. This is a big payday for me. Brenda Wade will pay plenty to keep this out of the papers and away from her many enemies. She’ll pay a lot more then the other four bimbos combine, she’ll pay out the ass, I’ll see to that. I snap some more pictures and make sure the video gets the whole thing. Her ass is mine now. I remove her boots, gloves, top and bottom. I take plenty of shot of her front naked; turn her over get some shots of her backside, as well. I then download them on my laptop, make sure they look good and send them to my computer in another safe house I own. Welcome to the Nick Powell heroine harem Ms. Wade. You see, I have a simple philosophy; you can never have enough heroine at you’re disposal. They’re like cheddar goldfish, once you pop one in your mouth, you can never stop until the whole box is empty.

She wakes about twenty minutes later. I’m sitting on the chair in front of her. It takes her a second to get her senses back, but she quickly realizes she’s naked and rolls up in a ball to cover up. A second later it hits her; she’s not wearing her mask, her hand shots up to her face, confirming it. She looks at me.

“Good evening Ms Wade. Or should I call you Ms. Americana? I’m not up on the etiquette for this kind of thing.”

She stares at me for moment. She has that lost look on her face. “Who are you?”

“I’m the man you came here to see, my name is Nick Powell.”

“You foul miscreant! How dare you. Give me back my clothes.”

“Foul miscreant? Wow, that really hurts my feelings. Most people, when they want to insult me, use asshole, scumbag, or bastard. What blue blood finishing school did you come out of?”

“I refuse to sink to your level.”

“Oh Babe, don’t underestimate the level you are going to sink to. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll reach depth never before imagined.”

She sits up, hugging her legs against her sizable chest. “What do you want?”

“You can’t figure that out for yourself?”

“Money?”

“Sure, lots of it. I took some very revealing photos and movies. If you don’t pay, they will make their way in to the Delta City papers, as well as, your board of directors and all those enemies of yours. I wonder what the Dragon Queen will do with that information.”

“You just want money?”

“You’ve talked to Vicky, you know how it works. I’m not negotiating, you do everything and anything I tell you or you’re through.”

“What if I refuse to sleep with you? Are you going to turn me in and give up all that money just because I refuse to suck your cock?”

I smile. “There’s more than one way to make a load of money off of you. How much do you think the Dragon Queen will pay me for your secret ID? Here in Star City we have a guy named Master Blaster, maybe you heard of him. He’s offering one million for Solar Woman, I think I can get more for you and the nice thing is that’s money up front. I don’t have to get in dribs and drabs.”

The look on her face said it all. She didn’t like what I was telling her. “I think no matter who I sell you to, a million is cheap. Once someone like Master Blaster has you, he has ways to persuade you to sign over your company stock to him and that’s worth billions, isn’t it?”

“The way I see it,” I went on. “The hot sex takes the place of getting one big payday up front and keeps me satisfied in getting smaller monthly payments instead. So if I were you I’d be thinking about how you’re going to make me happy.”

“You bastard!”

“Hey, your insults are getting better; I’m having a positive effect on you all ready. Listen Ms. Wade, being called a bastard by someone like you is a compliment. From what I heard, you’ve elevated bitchcraft to an art form. Now get off your ass and get to work bitch, I’ve never fucked a billionaire before, I hope I’m not disappointed.”

Powell stands up and removes his clothes. He stands naked in front of her. Brenda doesn’t want to stare but can’t pull her eyes away. His chest is a solid wall, his abs is flat and ridged, and his heavy balls covered by the largest cock Brenda had ever seen. She becomes more mesmerized as he gets hard and the cock straightened up. He walks over to where she’s still sitting on the floor and extends his hand to help her rise. Ordinarily she would have slapped his hand away and stood up on her own, but sitting there staring up at him in all his glory, she didn’t feel she could do that. She took his hand and let him help her stand up. They both stand very close looking in to each others eyes. Nick makes the first move, putting his arms around her waist, his fingers on her lower back and drawing her closer. They kiss. Brenda wants to protest, but his tongue stifles her mouth. Brenda instantly knows she’s in trouble, she feels his massive cock pressed against her bush and it send waves of pulsating heat running through her body. Her nipples get hard against his solid chest; she feels her skin flush and wetness between her legs, dripping on his balls pressed against her opening. This was bad, she thought. It can not happen, it must not happen, as all desire to break the kiss off slowly disappears. Powell’s hands move down from her lower back to her ass cheeks. He massages her cheeks just right, rough enough to have a strong effect on her but soft enough not to cause any pain. This opens the flood gates; she’s no longer just wet between her legs, now she feels her cunt and inner thighs getting coated, worse he must know what’s happening, his balls are getting coated too. No! She must not give in to him, she must resist, but his hands on her ass feel so good and that kiss is intoxicating. Her head starts to spin, her senses are being flooded with strong emotions and her knees start to give. It seems like the kiss lasts for hours. When he finally pulls away, Brenda notices she has begun to perspire and she’s breathing much faster. Dam, it’s been so long.

“On your back you rich cunt,” Powell orders her. She complies. Except for one chair, a small table and the video equipment, the room is unfurnished. She lies on the floor and without being told spreads her legs and opens her cunt. She resigns herself to the realization she is going to be fucked and decides there’s nothing she can do about it. What surprises and distresses her is that it excites her.

Powell wastes no time, he grabbed her legs from behind the knees and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders.  He begins by gently rubbing his cock head up and down her opening, over and over. He’s teasing me, Brenda decides, and it’s working. The fire in her loins gets even hotter. It’s not all Powell is doing, it’s been so long her body is starved for it. He starts licking and biting one of her fat nipples. After several minutes of this, Brenda’s reaction becomes intense. Her chest is heaving up and down, her face and chest are covered in sweat, her nipples beg for release and Powell just keeps teasing her. She can feel his cock pulsating against her labia lips. She needs it, wants it, but cannot bring herself to ask for it; her pride will not give him the satisfaction. The orgasm is building up; she can’t hold it back much longer. She fights it but loses.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!” She screams. It’s at that exact moment that Powell shoves his cock in at full force. She gasps as her cunt is forced open; she never experienced anything like that. Her eyes widen; tears of pain stream down the side of her head. The combination of her orgasm and having Powell’s monster cock buried deep inside her pussy drives her mad. Her legs began kicking into the air. Her eyes clinched shut, her long black hair stuck to the side of her face from a mixture of sweat and tears. She can feel his fat balls pressed against her upturned ass as she shakes her head violently in disbelief.

“Oh God, harder,” she screams at him. “AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!” She cries as she her legs violently jerk wide to either side of her body. Her toes curl as he buries his cock all the way in to her cunt. She can feel the cock deep inside of her as she clinches her eyes shut and grinds her teeth.

“Hey, no problem cunt,” Powell responds. He starts pumping away with as much fury as she can handle.

“Yes! Yes!” Brenda cries. “Gawwwwwwwdddd!” she wails as the next orgasm hits. The assault goes on for the next thirty minutes as Brenda experiences three more mind blowing climaxes. She’s certain she will lose her mind. The last orgasm hits her when Powell finally shoots his load in to her.

They lay there, both covered in sweat. Powell gently stroked her hair and neck. His hand work’s its way down to her still hard nipples and slowly plays with them. After several minutes Brenda begins to heat up again, she feels the stirring in her loins. She kisses his chest as a signal that she wants more.

“I guess I’m not ready yet,” Powell explains. “But you know how to speed the process alone, don’t you?”

Brenda takes the hint and works her way down his chest, abs, getting to his crotch and going to work on his balls. It works, Powell gets hard again. Brenda moves on to sucking the now inflated cock with an enthusiasm that amazed Powell.

“My ass next,” Brenda says interrupting her sucking.

“Looks like this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Babe,” he smiles.

TO BE CONTINUED