THE WINNER TAKES IT ALL

PART 3

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 of 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.

“Young man, I don’t think petty insults are appropriate at this moment. Let me assure you we consider this situation quite serious,” Dean Benton says.

“Let me assure you,” I respond. “I’m also taking this very serious and I deny this ridiculous accusation. I’ve never had to cheat on a test in my life.”

Benton and Royce both stare at me with disapproving scowls on their faces. Scarletti just looks bored. Finally, Benton says, “Two days ago Professor Royce’s teaching assistant confessed to selling the answers to both the midterm and final to several students for five hundred a shot. When questioned he listed the names of these students, he’s indicated you as one of them.”

The name of Professor Royce’s teaching assistant is Mr. Tolbert, I think his first name is Donald or something like that and no, I didn’t buy any answers to any test from him; I really don’t have to, I’m that good. “Gentlemen, it’s a complete lie and I can prove it. I am prepared to take a different final exam right away, right now if you like, and still get an A. I’m sure Professor Royce can come up with a different variation on his final. If you like I can also take another midterm. That should settle the matter.”

“It might come to that but at the moment our investigation of this matter is ongoing. When our investigation is complete we will make a decision as to what must be done. Until that occurs you are suspended; you cannot take any further courses.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Yes I can and I should also inform you that when the accusation was first made I was contractually obligated to report it to the Wayne Foundation. As a result, they canceled your scholarship.”

“What? You reported this to them without even talking to me or getting my side of the story? Without even confirming it’s validity?”

“I had no choice in the matter.”

“This is bullshit! I have complied with every condition of the scholarship; I have a four point three grade point average, I’m six classes short of graduating and two of them are independent studies and two others are electives and you’re saying they cancel my scholarship because somebody accuses me of something I didn’t do? This can’t be the end to this; I’m going to see a lawyer.”

“Mr. Parkin, under the terms and conditions of your scholarship, they don’t have to give a reason for terminating, they just have to give you notice and this is your notice. I can assure you there’s no legal recourse.”

“Maybe not but your suspension is certainly open to judicial review. I have a perfect record at this school; you can’t suspend me based solely on the word of one individual whose integrity is now highly questionable. Tell me have you suspended anyone else accused of cheating?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss any other student’s situation.”

“I didn’t think so. I’m confident my attorney can have an injunction against your suspension and have me reinstating by tomorrow.”

“Well, that’s a matter between our respective attorneys and the courts. Of course, the question must be asked why did Mr. Tolson accuse you? Does he have a grievance against you?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care. The only thing that matters is I did not cheat on this or any other test. I’ll see you in court!”

Leo Scarletti and I do not have the typical teacher/student relationship; we’re also co-conspirators in an act of industrial espionage. The year I started at Gotham University, he, as head of the university’s computer department, was also head of a research project under a grant from Wayne Industries. Wayne Industries was trying to get into computer gaming by introducing a new gaming engine to the market. Leo was in charge of designing it. The problem was that Leo liked to bet on the ponies and he’d run up quite a large tab with his bookies. They were leaning on him to pay up, so he decided to sell the plans for the prototype of Wayne Industries game engine to spies from the competition. Fearing that he would be the prime suspect when Wayne Industries found out, he hired Cats to steal the plans in order to pin the theft on her. The whole thing didn’t go as planned and in the end I got hold of the plans for the engine and Leo and I made a deal to sell it and split the proceeds between us and Kitty. Since then we’ve been on pretty good terms. I caught up with him after the meeting with Benton as he was walking toward the computer science building.

“So Leo, what the hell was all that really about?”

“Someone at the Wayne Foundation wants you out. They’re the ones pulling the strings.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s simply. About a week ago Benton gets an anonymous call. Someone tells him that Tolbert is selling test answers. So the university hires a private detective to look into it. The detective uncovers the whole thing and gets Tolbert to talk. He names names and yours was one of them. Nobody believed him about you, all your professors and myself argue that you cheating is ridicules, so Benton was about to dismiss the idea. Then he gets a call from the Wayne Foundation.”

“From whom specifically?”

“Benton never said, but I got the impression it was someone high up. They tell him they heard about the accusation and they’re terminating your scholarship. What’s more the caller apparently dropped Bruce Wayne’s name.”

“So?”

“Wayne carries a lot of weight on this campus. His endowments, grants, scholarships and donations to several of our capital improvement projects means he’s not someone they want to disappoint, beside several members of the board of trustees work for him in one of his various companies. If he throws his weight around, people duck. The implication was made very clear to Benton, they wanted you out. Benton wants to keep his job, so out you go.”

“Son of a bitch!”

“I’m worried,” Leo says. “Is this some sort of payback for our little business? Have they found out?”

“Relax; this has nothing to do with that.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I know what this is about.”

“Well, that’s a relief. So, you’d you piss off at the Wayne Foundation?”

“You don’t want to know,” I answer.

“They’re figuring you’re just a poor college student on scholarship who won’t have the cash to fight them in court.”

“We both know that’s not true. I have a lot of funds to fight this. Still I’d prefer to do this another way, my way.”

“Benton’s primary job is to protect the university. As much as they value Mr. Wayne’s good graces, you give him a bad scandal and he might cave.”

I smile. “I guess I’ll see what I can do.”

“If nothing else this should be fun to watch.”

I go to work that afternoon still thinking about what I’m going to do. I walk into the locker room to put on my green polo shirt that, along with khaki pants and black reeboks, is the standard floor uniform for Insane Sam’s sales associates. My sales manager, Mike Langer is waiting for me.

“Riley, I need to see you in my office.”

I figure he just wants to talk about some sale I made. We walk into his office and he shuts the door.

“Riley, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you, but we’re cutting back on staff and we have to let you go,” he says.

“What are you talking about? I’ve worked here for almost four years. I’ve been number one in sales for nine of the last twelve months, nineteen of the last twenty four months, you’ve been trying to talk me into dumping college and coming here full time since I started going to college. Hell, you’re the one that that took me out of the back office and put me on the floor. Why are you doing this to me?”

“It’s not my decision. I don’t want to let you go; you’re a better producer then all of the other part time sales people we have out there.”

“So whose decision is it?”

“It came from the top. The chain has been bought out by another company and they’re restructuring. They ordered that we cut back on staff.”

I stare him for a moment. Nah, this can’t be. Bruce Wayne bought out a whole chain just to get me fired? That’s so unlikely but maybe….. “Who bought out the chain?” I ask.

“Well, I can’t really say before any public announcement is made.”

“Let me rephrase; did Wayne Industries buy out Insane Sam?”

He gets a surprised look on his face. “How did you know?”

“Question number two: how many other people are you getting rid of?”

“I can’t really talk about that either. You’re putting me in a bad position.”

I smile. “They didn’t tell you to cut back on staff, did they? They told you to get rid of me specifically.” Langer doesn’t respond, just looks at me with the same surprised look on his face. “I don’t believe it; they bought out an entire chain of retail outlets just to get me fired. I’m not sure if I should be pissed or flattered or both.”

It has been the worst day of my life; unfortunately it isn’t over yet. I get back to Bats’ apartment at six. Bats and Hunty are both waiting for me. My first thought is great! After the day I had a three way would really hit the spot. That isn’t what they had in mind.

“We need to talk,” is the first thing Bats says to me. I don’t say anything, just stand there looking at them. “Are you helping Selena take down scores?” Bats asks.

For a minute I don’t respond. “Why do you ask?”

“Are you?”

“Hey, I help you two out; I also help her out.”

“She’s breaking the law!” Hunty says.

I look at Bats. “You do recall the way we met was when you caught me ripping off Insane Sam for a new laptop, right?”

“I thought you reformed!”

“Why?” Neither of them answers. “Look,” I continue. “She’s not a violent criminal, she never hurts anyone and stealing is as much a part of the economy as anything else. Beside, most times it’s the insurance companies that get hurt and nobody likes them anyway; they’re always ripping people off. Think of it as just pay back for their greed. She’s avenging their wrongs against the little people.”

Hunty rolls her eyes. “To hear you talk, we should be giving Selena a public service award, instead of throwing her ass in jail where she belongs. To hear you talk she’s a modern day Robin Hood, only she doesn’t give to the poor does she?”

“No, she keeps the money to finance her extravagant and lavish lifestyle. Of course you could argue that also contributes to the economy.”

“Riley, has anyone ever told you that you’re a sociopath?” Bats asks.

“Yeah, my father, but I didn’t take it personal. I figured he didn’t actually know what the word means; he was just repeating something he heard on some TV show.”

“Well, then he got lucky cause you really are a sociopath. You have no conception of right or wrong. You just do whatever you want to regardless what the consequences to anyone else are. You’re just in it for yourself.”

“Really? And what about you two? Your sense of right and wrong is very selective and self-serving.”

“What are you talking about?” Bats asks.

“Either of you two wants to explain how the gear I designed and built for Batgirl and Huntress ended up in Black Canary’s cycle and her utility belt? Anyone here want to bet me that those same designs are now in the Batmobile and that Nightwing is using them too?” Neither of them says anything. “Anybody? No one here wants to take me up on my bet? Come on, I want to hear more about this right and wrong you keep talking about.”

“They’re just using them to fight crime,” Hunty says. “They are helping people and saving lives. What do you object about that?”

“Well, if you’re talking about right and wrong, then shouldn’t you have asked me for permission? After all I designed and built them, they’re mine. And while we’re at it, how did Bruce Wayne get a hold of them?”

For a minute they have confused looks on their faces. They quickly exchange looks and then look back to me. “What are you talking about?” Bats asks.

“Wayne Industries is coming out with a new redesigned GPS system. It’s using my receiver, the same one I installed on your cycles. Wayne’s going to make hundreds of millions off my design.”

“How do you know?”

“I hacked into the data base and saw the plans.”

“You hacked into Wayne Technologies data base?”

“Not exactly. Wayne Tech is also selling my technology to the military. In addition to the modified GPS, he’s also selling my targeting system; the ones you two use on your cycles. It’s going to be used on their armored vehicles and unmanned drones. To get the contracts Wayne Tech had to submit all the plans to the Pentagon. I just hacked into their data base and looked at the plans there; it was easier; the Pentagon really needs to upgrade their computer security, it bordering on pathetic. It’s no wonder the Chinese keep getting in there like they own it.”

“We don’t know anything about that,” Hunty retorts.

“If Wayne is dealing with the Pentagon, he’ll be making billions; you think I’ll ever see any of that? You think I’ll ever get any licensing fees from Wayne Tech? You know what’s funny, the reason I can’t sue him is because I never patented any of the things I made for you two. I always figured I had time to do that later since you two were the only ones who would ever use my inventions. I figured they would be safe. I never thought I couldn’t trust you.”

“There must be some mistake,” Bats says.

“Yeah, keep dreaming. Compare to what Wayne is ripping off from me Cats is small potatoes. At least she honest about what she does; she doesn’t hide behind some self-righteous hypocrisy, religious dogma or crazy economic theory. Everyone’s doing it. Hell, the whole system is a rigged game. Wall Street and big corporations routinely fucks over the American people and Congress does nothing because they’re bought and paid for. This is the only country in the world that can take outright bribery, corruption and greed, change its name to campaign contributions and claim it’s our freedom of speech.”

“That’s so cynical,” Hunty says. “You’re saying there’s no hope.”

“I call it like I see it.”

“It won’t fly,” Bats says. “We’re heroines; we have dedicated our lives to fighting crime. You can’t be with us and with Selena too. You can’t aid in the commission of crimes while we’re out there trying to prevent them.”

“Have it your way. I’ll get my stuff and be out.”

“You’re picking Selena over us?”

“No, I just don’t like ultimatums. Besides, this isn’t your ideas; this is Batman pulling the strings. He yanks your chains and you two jump through his hoops and I won’t follow his rules.”

“That’s not true!” Hunty yells.

“Isn’t it? When I first started helping you two with your crime fighting, for the first time you two were doing your own things, you were picking your own targets, following your own strategy and using the intel I was getting for you, not what Batman threw at you. But you don’t do that anymore. You two are back to following Batman’s lead, following his orders, letting him run you. This is no different. This is happening because he wants it to.”

“Riley, we been through so much; you saved me twice,” Bats yells. “It can’t end this way. Selena is leading you down a dark path; she’s going to fuck up your life. Don’t do it, we’re trying to help you.”

“No, you’re trying to snare me into Batman’s sphere of control and that’s something I won’t let happen. That control freak son of a bitch is not going to run my life like he runs yours. Ladies goodbye.”

“This has been the worst fucking day of my life,” I say as I lie next to Cats.

“Don’t be so melodramatic,” she says. “You’re young; you’ll have plenty of worst days than this to come.”

“Wow, way to cheer me up, I feel so much better now.”

After I leave the two backstabbing, self-righteous, heroic cunts I need someplace to go. I don’t feel like going back to Blackie’s, Kitty is entertaining one of her girlfriends tonight and going back to my father’s house is not even an option, so that leaves Cats’. She’s home and she’s horny; the perfect combination. With Cats the best sex always begins with her over my knee and me looking down her bare ass as I spank the hell out of it. As foreplay I guess it’s as good a way as any other. I don’t understand this woman. She’s not like the others. When she’s with men she can be submissive, with women (yes she’s bisexual) she can be dominating, in fact, she insists on it.

For the first five minutes I spank her and she loves it. She let all these low pleasure sounds I’ve heard so many times before. Her pussy gets super wet, my hand gets wet as well. Her ass gets red and hot and I even see tears in her eyes, but she loves it. I don’t understand it but more power to her.

When she’s had enough the fun starts for me. I bend her over the edge of the bed and enter her from behind. She’s already super wet, her pussy lips are swollen. She doesn’t need any more foreplay, after a good spanking she’s ready for it; if I don’t enter her right way after spanking her she starts begging for it so in I go. I love the feel of her cunt engulfing my cock and she’s so wet it’s making it so easy for my cock to slide in on a usually tight fit. I maul her beet red ass. She loves it and yells for more. I feel so deep inside of her. When doing this with Hunty I always grab her long raven hair, use it like reins on a saddle and ride her hard. Cats’ hair is too short to grab so I grab her shoulders keeping her head up and back arched, ride her that way. As I ride, I continue slapping her already red ass. This drives her crazy.

“Yeah!” She yells. “Fuck me; come on fuck me hard like the cock slut that I am.”

The ass spanking along with the hard forceful pumping drives her crazy. My cock is throbbing. I’m tightening my ass to try to keep shooting off. Finally I can’t hold it anymore and I blow inside of her. This is all she needs to climax, as she screams. I feel her cunt clench as she seems to milk every last drop out of my cock.

Cats isn’t done. After a few minutes she takes my limp cock in her mouth and slowly starts sucking. I like watching her head move up and down. It doesn’t take long under her skillful tongue for my best buddy to stand at attention again. I then sit up and she straddles my lap and impales herself on my cock. She loves to be on top; it lets her do the pumping and gives her more control over where my cock goes inside of her. As she pumps away I give her encouragement.

“Come on fucktoy,” I say. “Pump harder, harder!”

She does so, she really doesn’t need encouragement; she’s already a cock slut extraordinaire. Soon my cock starts to throb again, but I can hold it. A couple of minutes later she climaxe’s again in a big way and then I finally shoot my load into her again. Later we just lay there next to each other.

“I don’t get it, why don’t you just use blackmail to keep them in line?”

She asks.

“I think we’re way past the blackmail stage.”

“Really,” she smiles.

“Don’t get any ideas; our relationship is different.”

“So are you really through with them?”

“Looks that way; I don’t like people handing me ultimatums and I like people telling what I can and cannot do even less.” A wide smile appears on her face and she begins giggling. “What?” I ask.

“Nothing,” she answers.

“No, I’ve seen that look before; it’s something, what?”

For a minute she lies there as she continues to giggle. Then she quiets down and becomes serious. “Look Riley, aside from the money we split from the Gem Hadar job, in the last two years I’ve paid you about four hundred thousand dollars for your help in taking down scores and that’s when you can fit me into your busy schedule. Now, you suddenly have a lot of free time. Think how much more money we can make with you devoting all your time to helping me do jobs. There’s no end to how much we can haul in. You know how Bat Bitch and Cuntress operate, so they won’t be a problem and Black Cocksucker won’t bother us either. Plus, by helping me, you can get back at Batman for fucking up your plans. Hey, maybe you can come up with another Gem Hadar type operation and we can make millions in one shot again. This is great; we’d be an unbeatable team.”

Cats is a mischievous woman; she has a mischievous streak that stretches from here to California. When she gets one of her mischievous ideas, she tends to giggle just like she’s doing now. There is nothing about her offer to go full time with her that is mischievous in itself. So why is she giggling? I should have noticed that. I should ask her about that, but I don’t. I’m still a little depressed from all that had happen during the day and I’m too busy seriously considering her offer to notice that inconsistency. I’m still not convinced that there is nothing I could do about my situation, so I just give her the standard ‘I’ll think about it.’ She seems content with that.

Next morning I go to the Gotham City Bally’s to workout. These days I work out using kettlebells and TRX. If you’re wondering what TRX is, look up its website or just go on Youtube and see the workouts. After I shower I leave. A long black stretched limo is waiting for me at the curve when I come out of the Bally’s. Two really big men wearing black suits are standing in front of it.

“We’re giving you a lift home,” one of the men says. The other man opens the back door. I climb in to the back seat and find the Penguin waiting for me. The door shuts, the two thugs get in the middle seats and we’re off.

TO BE CONTINUED