WINNER TAKES ALL

By

Flexman

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This is the third part in the Riley Parkin saga. If you have not read the first two stories, “How I Spent My Summer Vacation” and “My Life Of Crime”, I recommend you do so before you read this story.

The characters in this story, with the exception Riley Parkin and Kitty (Miranda Herrera), all belong to DC comics. This is a not for profit story. It’s just a parody. No one under eighteen should read it.

Reston Building – Wednesday 10 am

There were several reasons why Riley Parkin reminded Bruce Wayne of Eddie Nigma, the former Riddler. Both men have brilliant minds skilled in engineering and technology. Both are highly cunning and devious strategists, more cerebral than physical and both have serious father issues that have colored their lives. They even had the same type of build, tall and lean. The most obvious difference is the way they dress. Parkin lives in tee shirts, jeans and running shoes. He looked good when Barbara and Helene dressed him up for clubbing or the Wayne Foundation Luncheon, but beyond that, comfort was foremost on Parkin’s mind when it came to his style. Eddie Nigma, on the other hand, is flamboyant, ostentatious and quirky. He always seems to be wearing a green suit and bowler hat, or a green jumpsuit with a question mark as his visual motif. There was one other similarity; ego. Nigma has a massive ego that sometimes got in his way, Parkin is supremely confident in his abilities, but, as yet, it has not become a liability.

Nigma sits behind his desk looking at Wayne. He punches keys on his desktop. “I have confirmed that approximately a week and a half before the final bid was due, LexCorp completely redid its bid for the Gen Hadar project.”

“And how do you know that?” Wayne asks.

Nigma smiles. “I have contacts inside LexCorp. They report that they were almost done preparing their original bid when Lou Asher, the Vice President in charge of the project, comes in one morning and orders major revisions made. And to anticipate your next question, he never said why.”

“But you know why,” a statement more that a question.

Nigma’s smile grows larger. “Of course, Mr. Asher is currently under indictment for his role in the Richland Heights matter. Some people think he’s taking the fall for higher ups at LexCorp, possibly Lex Luthor himself, but that’s neither here or there, the point is on the advice of his attorney, he’s keeping his mouth shut. The problem with that is he is talking to his attorney and his attorney is keeping meticulous notes. If someone were to take a peek at those notes, that someone may gleam some interesting information.”

“You’ve seen those notes?” Wayne asks.

“Let’s just say I have some interesting information to share, but before we discuss this, I’d like to point out that none of this is admissible in court. Aside from it being protected by attorney/client privilege, it’s also hearsay.”

“I understand that Mr. Nigma,” Wayne says. “As I mentioned in our first meeting, at this point my primary purpose is fact finding.”

“According to what Mr. Asher told his attorney, about two weeks before the final bid was due, he received a text message offering to sell him a copy of La Chiron’s final bid.”

“Where did this text come from?”

“From a throw away cell phone; impossible to trace. Mr. Asher was under tremendous pressure from Lex Luthor to win the bid, so naturally he was interested. He negotiated a price of four million dollars; a nice round figure. Three days later he received a package with La Chiron’s bid. After going over it, he became convinced it was legit and ordered the revisions made. Once they won, he transferred the four million to a numbered account in the Cayman Islands, also quite impossible to trace.”

“So Parkin and Selina Kyle split four million dollars between them?”

“Possibly more; I did some checking around and found out there were several market orders put through the day after Mr. Asher received La Chiron’s bid, shorting La Chiron’s stock and going long on LexCorp’s stock. These orders came from dummy corporations overseas, which quietly folded after the market calls were settled. It appears someone was betting LexCorp would win.”

“How much did they clear?”

“A little over two million dollars; the amount was not large enough to alert the SEC or send up any red flags. Brilliant actually, it’s the greedy ones that always get caught.”

“But all this is just supposition,” Wayne comments. “There’s nothing tying any of this to Riley Parkin?”

“That is correct,” Nigma answers. “There has been nothing to suggest Mr. Parkin has come into any large sums of money. He hasn’t gone out and bought himself an expensive sports car, no flashy clothes, no high price condo, no first class trip to the Bahamas, nothing out of the ordinary to call attention to himself. He goes to Gotham University full time…..on your dime,” Nigma smiles. “He still works part time at Insane Sams, that consumer electronic store out on Route Eighty; he’s their number one part time salesman, and drives an old pickup truck he bought from his father. There is one interesting, rather amazing, thing about him: where he lives. He has two really hot girlfriends, one of whom happens to be Police Commissioner Gordon’s daughter; the other is a grade school teacher. He splits his time between their respective apartments. He spends two or three nights a week in one woman’s apartment, another two or three days in the other and the really impressive thing is both these women appear to know about each other and they don’t seem to mind at all. He frequently goes out clubbing with one or the other, but on a few occasions he has gone out with both at the same time. Amazing, simply amazing, and the funny thing is there are still two days left in the week and I have not yet had an opportunity to follow him and see where he goes on those days, there might even be a third girlfriend. Where does this guy get the energy?”

“Yes, well I’m sure Mr. Parkin’s sex life is fascinating, but hardly relevant to the matter at hand.”

“Of course. I also tried facial recognition software on the images of the two fake janitors to see if they could be matched up with either Mr. Parkin or Selina Kyle. No luck; the technology is not yet reliable and Selina would know how to do the make up to fool it. Tracing Selina Kyles’s finances would take an army of accountants and one hell of a lot of time and even then there’s no guarantee they’d find anything. The point is there’s no evidence tying either Riley Parkin or Selina Kyle to this operation. If you’re right about this college student masterminding this whole deal then he’s gotten away with it.”

Wayne did not respond. He sat there contemplating Nigma’s report.

“I have a question for you Mr. Wayne. How did you come to suspect these two people? You never told me why you believe them to be involved in this business. Catwoman is a known jewel thief; she has also been known to occasional dabble in art theft, and even cash, but never anything like this. I certainly would not have suspected her, and as for Mr. Parkin, I assume you didn’t pull his name out of thin air, yet there’s nothing here that suggests he’s involved in this. So why do you think they are?”

Wayne takes in a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “Batman told me.”

“Batman?”

“Batman came to me and told me that Parkin and Catwoman did this job.”

“Did he happen to say why he thinks so?”

“Not in so many words.”

“And what’s he going to do about it?”

“He left that up to me.”

“Batman left it up to you? Well, that’s a change; usually he is a firm believer of swift justice and metering it out himself. Anyway, as much as I’d like to take more of your money, this investigation is at a standstill. If Batman is right and Mr. Parkin is the one that pulled off this stock manipulation, then I have to report he’s gotten away with it. I don’t see any way to get him.”

“Yes, Batman is of the same opinion; Riley Parkin will never be prosecuted for this crime.”

“I have one more question, Mr. Wayne. I don’t mean to pry into your personal affairs, especially since no one is paying me to, but if you really believe this man has done this to you, why are you still paying for his education? As I understand, under the terms and conditions of his scholarship, you don’t really need a reason to terminate it. You could just give him proper notice and be done with it.”

“Well, Mr. Nigma, I might just do that at the end of this semester, but not for the reasons you think. Just like I’m not interested in prosecuting him and seeing him put in jail.”

“Really? Well, that’s very generous and magnanimous of you. I wish I had known of your attitude toward white collar criminals when I was one. I might have targeted you.”

Wayne smiles. “Mr. Nigma, I have plans for Riley Parkin. This investigation is over, but not your job. I have a number of tasks for you to do involving Mr. Parkin. I will be in touch in a few days with instructions.”

“As always, Mr. Wayne, I’m at your service.”

Warehouse at the docks – Thursday 10:38 pm

“How bad is it?” asks Whale.

“Between Penguin and Two Face, we’ve lost almost sixty percent of our territory,” reports Mark Hopkins, Whale’s accountant. “Over the last year, they’ve been methodically chiseling away at our territory and gobbling up our locations. At this rate, we’ll be out of business in another six months.”

No one knows for sure if Tobias Whale is his real name, but it’s an apt description of the man. He weighs almost four hundred pounds, but that’s deceptive since most of this massive bulk is actual muscle. He’s also an albino. He came up in the Metropolis rackets. For the last three years he’s been attempting to take over all the rackets in Gotham City. It has not been as easy as he envisioned. He’s had fierce competition from two men; Penguin and Two Face, both of whom had similar ambitions. After a brief fight, it was agreed that Gotham City would be carved up between the three men, each getting a third. It was suppose to be a peaceful co-existence so business could be conducted. In reality it became an all out cold war as each man still harbored ambitions to be the sole ruler of all organized crime in Gotham City; each taking any opportunity to cut into the other’s territories and businesses. One year ago it began to go against Whale. Penguin and Two Face apparently reached an unofficial truce in an effort to get rid of Whale. This truce has taken a heavy toll on Whale’s organization, as it freed both Penguin and Two Face to concentrate on running Whale out of business and out of Gotham City.

“Dam!” Whale yells, as his massive fist slams on the table, smashing a hole through it. “I can’t believe it. I’m being beaten by an insane acid scared freak and a short, fat dork, just like the kind I use to beat up for fun. This can’t be happening, I won’t accept it. I won’t!”

Hopkins has seen these temper flare-ups before. They usually last for a couple of minutes before Whale calms down. Until he does it was best to stay out of the way and let them past. Finally, Whales stops ranting, breaths in deeply for a few moments and calms himself. “Listen boss, my advice is to pull out and regroup.”

“Abandon what we have left?”

“Why not? We’re not going to be able to hold on to it.” Hopkin responds. “Penguin and Two Face smell weakness and we’re in no position to stop them. Our cash reserves are the lowest they’ve ever been and our cash flow is even lower. More of our guys are defecting every day.”

“No, pulling out is not an option. We need cash, a lot of cash. We need a big score, the biggest score we’ve had.”

“You have something in mind?”

“Yes, I haven’t been sitting on my ass while all this has been going on. I have found an opportunity. Carlos Menetta has a large shipment of heroine for sale. I inspected this supply; it’s pure, the best I’ve ever seen. I bid ninety three million dollars and he’s accepted.”

“Ninety-three million dollars?”

“Think of it; H that pure, we can step on it four maybe five times. The return on investment will be extraordinary. It will revitalize our diminishing strength and save our organization.”

“Yeah, for sure. There’s just one little problem, you don’t have ninety-three million dollars, how do you plan to pay for it? Carlos Menetta is not going to give you the shipment on consignment and he’s not going to like you wasting his time by bidding on his product when you can’t pay for it.”

“Delivery is in three weeks, payment is due upon receipt,” Whale says. “We have that long to come up with the money.”

“You have any idea how we’re going to do that? Banks don’t keep anywhere near that much money on hand, so a bank job is out of the question.”

Whale smiles. “I’ve been thinking about that too and I found a way. In two weeks we’re holding the annual poker tournament on the boat, five players, winner takes all. Suppose we up the buy in to twenty million each. That means the pot will total a hundred million dollar pot. You and I both know that a pot that large will be irresistible to certain parties.”

Hopkins thinks for a moment as he goes through the scenarios in his mind. “You’re right, it will irresistible to certain parties, but for a twenty million buy in, this tournament will not attract individual players. For a buy in this high, it will be syndicates and cartels. They’ll get together the money and hire the finest poker player they can find, offering him a cut of the pot. If that happen, then you will have many of the best poker players in the world there. Even if we get a champion player to represent us, there’s no guarantee he’ll win. Many different things can happen, we might lose.”

“I know that,” Whale answers. “That’s why I’m going to rig the game.”

“Have you lost your mind? The players will all be on the lookout for that and with all their experience they’ll know what to look for. You’ll never get away with it.”

Whale smiles. “Calm yourself Mark. This is the twenty-first century, fixing poker games has gone high tech. I have this engineer; he’s worked for NASA and the defense department. He has a way to rig a poker game that no one will figure out. I’ve seen him demonstrate it to me. It’s foolproof.”

“Do you realize the risk you’d be taking? If it gets around you rigged this game and ripped off a hundred million dollars, they’ll come after us with an army.”

“Our backs are to the wall. We need to take this risk;the higher the risk; the greater the reward. We’ll find some competent poker player. We offer him a small stake in the pot. No one will know that he’s representing us in the game. It’s the perfect plan. There’s no one smart enough to stop us.”

OK, here’s the deal. A few month ago, after finding out Bruce Wayne is Batman and having had a look at Black Canary’s homemade porn stash of her fucking her way through the Justice League, male and female, as well as some of Batman’s crew, I got home to Bat’s apartment horny as hell and with a lot of pent up energy fighting to get out. I saw Bats sitting on the couch reading a book in her bath robe and I literally attacked her. I stripped her naked on the spot and for the next two hours I fucked her hard in every hole. I used her like a worthless slut and even spanked her like I do Cats. She yelled her head off after every orgasm. There was nothing even remotely gentle about what we did that night. When we were done, Bats had had several machine gun orgasms and ended up face down on the floor, passed out and covered in sweat and cum. Having dispensed with all that pent up energy and feeling very tired and satisfied, I picked up Bats and carried her to bed. A few minutes later, when she came to, she asked what had gotten in to me and informed me she was so sore she would not be able walk right, sit down or even ride her cycle for at least a week. A couple of days later she told me she wanted to talk about it. I was all ready for a lecture on how women prefer a kind, gentle lover when, much to my shock, she asked if we could do it again.

When you think about it, it makes sense that Bats likes it rough. I mean we’re talking about a woman who gets dressed up in a Kevlar suit with a mask and cape and goes out and fights crime. That means she get into martial arts fights with the bad guys. Of course she’s going to be into rough sex. So for the last few months, sex between us has been very hard to distinguish from free style wrestling. She loves it and I have to admit, I like it too; it’s never boring. The goal is to see who can get the other to cum first. She also gets turned on by my calling her names like slut or whore. Bats, also call me names too. This is only during sex, the rest of the time we treat each other well.

I get to home and find she’s waiting for me, all set. She’s completely naked except for her mask. She’s standing in front of me in the classic heroine pose: feet shoulder with a part, back straight, chest out, and of course, pussy shaved; talk about an instant hard on. I’m worried that my cock will tear through my jeans. I make sure the door is locked and strip as in record time; then go at her.

I fake going one way and drive into her shapely legs, sending her to the floor. I love catching catch her by surprise. The look on her face is priceless. I pile on top of her and manage to wrap her left arm behind her back. This gives me a chance to suck hard on her left tit. All the while I’m viciously manipulating her nipple with my mouth, my right hand reaches between her legs and start working on her engorged clit, masturbating her hard, just like the heroic cunt likes it. There’s nothing gentle about the way my fingers are playing with her clit.

“Aaahhhrrr!” she screams. My mouth and fingers are having the desired effect on her. For a moment it looks like an easy win for me. I can sense she’s getting close to climaxing, but it’s not going to be so easy. She is a heroine, use to not quitting and getting out of tight spots. Using those muscular thighs of hers, she rolls me on my back, gets on top and grabs my wrists. Our arms wrestle; I’m trying to break free and maul her tits, she trying to pin me. She pours her weight into it, leans forward and finally pins my arms above my head.

“Looks like I’m the one in control now, you geek bastard,” she brags. Bats maneuvers her hips over my cock and ever so slowly slides it in her pussy. She starts banging me while tighten her cunt hard around my cock. It feels like she’s going to win and get me to cum first. There’s just one problem, the great fucking is also getting to her. I synch my hip with her pumping and manage to get my cock to work her sweet spot. She realizes too late she’s in trouble. Now it becomes a contest to see who can hold it in the longest. She starts to moan and I squeeze my ass to hold it in. Bats slows down to prolong it, but I don’t cooperate, my hips are banging off the floor hard.

“Come on,” I say. “Do you really think a shameless gutter slut like you can hold it in long?” But she’s trying. It goes on for several minutes. She’s mashing her teeth, she’s fighting it, but she loses.

“Aaaaaahhhhhrrrrrr!,” she yells as she explodes. “You fucking scumbag!” she calls me; it one of her little pet names for me, she so affectionate.

I’m able to wait almost a full minute before I shoot my load into her. For a few minutes we both just lie there. This is my chance. I shoot my hips up and flip her over to the right. She rolls off of me as my deflated cock slips out of her. I try to get on top of her but the little bitch is fast and I don’t make it. Fortunately, she screws up and puts her back to me trying to get up. I do the only thing I can; I wrap my legs around her hard waist. At first, this is not my best idea because it involves my ball mashing against her back, but I manage to adjust so now it feels OK. I then make a move she taught me. I cover her mouth and pull her head back, just like you see in the movies. With my other hand I again viciously massage her pussy. She loves it and starts making all the delightful noises that only a gagged woman in heat makes. Bats starts moving violently around, trying to throw me off and I’m hanging for life while still continuing my hard assault on her cunt; if nothing else this is developing my hand coordination to a high degree. After a few minutes she starts to lose some steam and I decide to up it a couple of notches. I first insert two fingers in her hot wet cunt, skipping the traditional one finger. She’s not bucking so hard anymore, so I go for the three fingers in her snatch, doing hard thrusts on her special spot and massaging her clit over and over. Bats starts bucking hard again, but this is different, now she’s not so much trying to throw me off as she’s reacting to the orgasm she feels coming on. She bucks harder and manages to get to her knees, and then she blows. Bats howls like a bitch in heat and I feel satisfied that I won. “Once again I proved that when it comes to sex you’re just a shameless slut,” I rub it in.

After a couple of minutes in the afterglow of sex, she takes me by surprise and turns the table on me. She again twists and, summoning all her strength, puts me on my back. Then using her hips and legs plows into me, pinning my head and shoulders against the wall. My balls take a hit, not enough to cause serious pain, but more than enough to stun me. She takes advantage of this and gets on her knees and quickly puts one of my legs on each of her shoulders, lifting my hips off the floor, while my shoulders are still pinned against the wall. Bats’ warm, velvety mouth engulfs my cock. She starts sliding and sucking my cock, squeezing it with her lips and teasing it with her tongue. I guess it feels OK. What makes it more erotic is she looks like she’s getting off sucking my cock as much as I’m enjoying it. I hold out for as long as I can, but eventually my resistance disappears and I shoot my load into her mouth. She takes it all; every drop. Bats continues sucking me into submission and then when done she licks my cock clean; that very considerate of her.

We take a break. We lie on the floor. Bats puts her head on my chest and her leg over mine. She plays with my balls and cock in an effort to make them come back faster. Now, at a time like this most normal people would be smoking cigarettes. Bats and me, we discuss super heroine business, weird, hue? Since shortly after I started sleeping with Bats and Hunty, I also began helping them fight crime by providing them with some first class Intel. You see I’m a great hacker, one of the best. I’m able to hack into secure sites, follow money trails, break down false IDs, and generally find out things on line that have been very helpful in their operations. I also help Cats, but in a totally different way; I help her plan her scores. Hey, it pays better.

“So what did you find out?” Bats asks.

“I think I located three of Two Faces’ crystal meth labs. I downloaded the addresses on your blackberry.”

“Thank you,” she says, as she gently runs her nails across by sack. This has the habit of reviving my tired member and making him pay attention. Ok breaks over. I roll hard and flip Bats off of me. I take a page out of her book, shove her against the wall and pin her there. Not giving her a chance to resist I spit her legs apart so that her cunt is wide open to me, it helps that her thigh muscles are so flexible, and thrust my cock into her hard and fast. I bang her like a jack hammer. She loves it, screaming yes, yes fucking me like a cheap whore. She looks so helpless as I abuse her with my cock and like the slut she is, she enjoys it. Her orgasm comes on fast. It’s the most intense of the night and last the longest. When done she’s in a daze. I force her face down to my groin and order her to clean it again. She does enthusiastically. As I sit there, getting my cock lick by a superheroine, I can’t help thinking how perfect my life is. I’m not only fucking one but four superheroines, all beautiful women with bodies that would make any of those models appearing in Curve Magazine envious. I just aced my finals, just like I always do. Only two semesters to go to finish my two degrees and graduate cum sum laude. I’m make decent money at the store and I have more than five million dollars in oversea banks. I don’t have a care in the world. Yeah, my life is really perfect….. Of course, things do change.

TO BE CONTINUE