The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author hereby declares it a work of public domain, free to use in whole or in part, in any and all medium, for now and all time. Rook.

SAVAGE GIRL in THE SAVAGE KNIGHT (part one)

Sara Savage looked out past her check out lane blinking out over the vast endless aisles and empty waste land of the small town Super-Mart. She hated the florescent lighting that seemed to dull everything to a deathly pale devoid of any palate of rich vibrant color or living vitality. Sara removed her small black rimmed glasses and whipped them upon her black t-shirt. She had already cleaned several of the empty stalls of registers and replacing her glasses paused before setting off to the near by enormous pallet towering with card board boxes of candy. Her mind, as always was racing with thoughts of the wide spectrum of stories she was working on, as well as several other artistic projects that she was mulling over, and it was with a soul squelching sigh that she signed off her register and strode over to the crushingly boring task of getting through another tedious over night in Super-Mart hell.

The enormous squat structure was utterly empty of shoppers now that the last customer had shoved their cart piled with plastic bags through her lane, and only the sound of the slam of boxes hitting the floor and the tare or cut of cardboard could be heard from the scattered unseen over night stocking crew of eight people. Outside the late September storm brewing in the three am darkness seemed to suggest that no one else would be coming into purchase anything until the five am workers began to shuffle through on their way to the distant factories and office buildings of the large city twenty miles of corn and soy bean field cutting freeway to the north.

Sara had just started opening her first crunched dinted dusty box of chocolate candies and pulling out the insect like sameness of countless plastic bags, when Michael Ballmae rapidly walked by and waved at her. Michael was a forty something fat bellied big hook nosed loser with long white hair and an utterly creepy disposition that had all the other associates cringing whenever he was near. Fortunately that wasn't very often as he was usually sent to throw out freight in the pet food department in the far corner of the store and seldom seen. He also had a Super Heroine fetish that had slowly helped Sara Savage save up enough money to buy herself a new computer which she desperately needed for her writing and other art projects.

Through out all of August with every two week pay check Michael had been giving Sara money to buy the pieces for a custom Super Heroine costume, while he bought a digital still picture camera and a digital video disk camera. He had given her roughly six hundred dollars over six weeks for her outfit and as payment for her troubles and time, and all together the suit had cost her under two hundred bucks. The vast majority of that expense had been the black thigh high stiletto heeled boots. The rest of the suit had consisted of a small black mini-skirt, a pair of black flare wrist gauntlet gloves, a black bra without shoulder straps, the tinniest pair of black thong underwear Sara had ever gasped at, and a sixty cent black plastic Lone Ranger mask she picked up in the craft department. In fact, except for the boots, she had picked up all the rest of the costume from the Super-Mart using her discount card as much as possible.

Once they had the cameras and costumes, Michael gave her a hundred and fifty dollars to model it for him as he took pictures of her in it. He said he wanted the still pictures to use as a reference for comic drawings he wanted to make and the digital video like wise for a project reference. Sara knew that was half of the truth. Michael was indeed an artiest, though not by any means in the same caliber as herself, he wrote lesser sort of paper back pulp style works rather than her own hard back literary style and drew sort of crude comics and drawings instead of her classical art works, that weren't as talented nor as beautiful as the works she did, but for forty years he had kept doing them and despite never having any success with his efforts and the long gray years predicting that he never would find any public success, he had still never given up and maintained an honest passion for the arts that the nineteen year old Sara felt an almost grudging respect for. He would never experience the success she would with her works, as she stood on the beginning threshold of her artistic career, but at least he had never lost the passion to keep making them. But Sara wasn't stupid and for all the drawings and stories the photos and short videos he wanted to take of her in that very skimpy costume would no doubt inspire, she knew Michael was also going to masturbate endlessly to her shapely sexy body and beautiful face in those self same images and perhaps do that even more so than any of the aforementioned art project ideas. Sara had to come to terms with that, and in the end decided she would just concentrate on the new computer system she would be able to buy with the money she was earning from modeling in the Super Heroine outfit and not dwell on the rather repulsive image of Michael chocking his chicken in front of his own computer monitor for hours on end, as he glazed his own chest in his syrupy man milk as loops of her hot sexy self sauntered into frame and jiggled into a classical Super Heroine pose. Men were stupid, and as Sara considered her job as an overnight cashier and all that entailed in comparison to being paid for just being so naturally incredibly hot and sexy, well.. She decided she could live with being the temporary muse of some losers fetish for the moment and not feel any more degraded for it than working in Super-Mart hell.

There had been two photo shoots. The first had been shot in a friend of hers apartment so as to keep the whole thing from her live in boyfriends knowledge, she didn't need him giving her any hassles about her already made decision in this. The shoot was suppose to last roughly an hour and had taken three and a half hours as Michael filled card after card with hundreds of still images of her posing in the skimpy outfit from different angles. He did seem to have a one hundred and twenty pose comic idea worked out and she was rather surprised how he kept it eagerly in mind and worked feverishly to capture what he needed for the legitimate art project. But in the last half hour, just as she had expected and dreaded, the disgusting loser was going for as many up skirt panty shots and down the bra cleavage shots as he could rapidly get. Sara was certain these would never see the light of day as the basis for any drawings or paintings or sculptures or even as inspiration for stories, but that Michael would rush home with shaking hands and up load these first simply to then shoot his load all over his key board!

Sara knew of course that every time at work she even so much as smiled at Michael it gave him an instant raging boner and that if she spent even a few seconds talking to him it made him so confused and awkward as his mind and body became so over consumed with lust that she could easily reduce him to a stunned drooling fool by the end of a sentence or two. And she knew that on several occasions Michael had become so mesmerized by the sway of her round firm hips pendulum swinging from her tinny white waist that he had followed her through the store in a daze, once almost following her into the women's bathroom!

But she had never before spent three and a half hours with the pudgy hack in the room of a small apartment in a costume so revealing that she honestly felt she were modeling for a Victoria's Secret catalog ad rather than for the proposed panels of a Super Heroine comic idea. There was no doubting the intense power of arousal Sara was now having on the poor middle aged stock boy now! Michael had been erect in his blue jeans since she had met him in the apartment hallway in her jacket and jeans! But once she had gone into the bed room and returned in the hot little outfit he had been tenting like a boy scout jamboree! After three hours of constant erection she could now easily discern little tell tale signs of wet pre-cum stain spots on his trouser front and to her surprise Sara felt her disgust being over taken by amusement. It might have been the alcohol Michael had brought to help her 'get through' the shoot that she had been constantly imbibing, but Sara begin to wonder if she could make the little toad cum in his jeans just by looking at her? She knew he would be jerking off to her and calling out her name in horse voiced worship just minutes after he got home, but could she so entice the little loser that he would uncontrollably shoot his wad and embarrass himself right there in front of her where she could then make several off hand innocent double entendre comments that would send him scampering for plausible replies? It made her smile and giggle to think of it and in the last few minutes of the shoot she began to give the horny little bastard a show that would make him worship her forever!

When he leaned down to one creaking popping knee to try and get a shot up her short skirt, she would imperceptibly raise her hips and twist her creamy white snatch and the delicious little bar of black cloth hiding her woman hood from his wet hungry eyes, toward him. When he stepped on a stool to shoot down her bra in an overhead shot, she would press her arms in and double the size of her enormous breasts prominent display. It proved too much for the recluse, with his hands shaking and his face flushed he downed a shot of alcohol out of her glass and gasping said they should call it a day. He handed her an extra fifty bucks and in less than a minute he had packed up and vanished! Sara looked at the money smiled and then broke out laughing, she hadn't made him cum in his boxers, but she had reduced him to a near won state, his entire pelvis had been quaking as he had tried to stand still and down that parting shot and she had sent his penis dancing in his pants in such jerking obvious throbs that she felt just a touch moist herself at it all. Needless to say she had pounced on her surprised boy friend when he had got home and shoved him to the floor and pounded him almost senseless, and just as she finally unraveled that sweet long desired orgasm she had been so blissfully searching for, she suddenly pictured Michael in front of his computer screen splattering his neck with his aching pent up seed and calling out her name over and over again, and she smiled and laughed a short post climax laugh. Below her, her boyfriend fell into a dazed smiling sleep, and Sara scowled, stupid men!

The second shoot took place two weeks latter after Michael had got paid again, and this time he handed her two hundred bucks and they waited until they had a day off from work line up on the schedule. On that windy September day they met at the agreed upon place and this time they shot exclusively with the digital video camera. Sara had scouted out three locations where she would feel comfortable in the little left to the imagination garment and yet were still public enough as to make great back grounds for the video action scenes Michael wanted to shoot. The scenes basically consisted of her sneaking along deserted dilapidated warehouse looking brick walls, in a grave yard, around an old abandoned corn silo, and other places that when jump cut to scenes without her of street scenes and building exteriors would lend the illusion of her being out and about in public as a Super Heroine on a mission.

Michael had kept their first video shoot simple and she was searching through buildings for what he said he would latter dub in to be a large robot machine, which surprising her, she would then fight. This resulted in her doing a lot of fight scenes by herself against the non-existent monster. The filming with the few crude lights Michael had brought and with the few props, took most of the day and afternoon, and once again Sara could see that once Michael felt he had all the basic shots he needed, he began to ask her to perform in a more sexually enticing manner. In this case she was asked to do a lot of running and jumping in place all no doubt so Michael could get as many minutes as possible of her large perfect shaped breasts jiggling and jostling about as possible. He also set up a lot of low shots were he followed her as she strutted about so he could get as many vibrant swaying ass shots and peeks at her thronged snatch as possible. It was pathetic on his part, and Sara was simply too tired to be in the flirtatious mood as she had found herself in the apartment to do much more than grit her teeth and go through the peep show motions of grinding and jiggling for the camera.

She also didn't like the wig, it was hot and uncomfortable. At the last moment, Michael had suggested they replace the simple plastic eye mask, with a pull over bat girl style cowl complete with a long red wig attached to it. The cowl lacked the bat girl ears and Michael had ordered it from a sex site on the internet, but Sara had to admit that it looked cooler than the plastic mask had. And Michael insisted the wig made it impossible for anyone to recognize her if, God forbid, anyone managed to get the movies out of his computer! She had bit her proud lip at that and quickly agreed. It was one thing to do a little harmless sex kitten posing for some amateur artiest for some ready cash early in her career, but she definitely didn't want any of this stuff to resurface in some tabloid as she was about to accept the Pulitzer Prize a decade down the road!

The fact that no one could possibly recognize her in the wig and black leather cowl did lend a sort of make believe mystery to the whole surreal day that she enjoyed, and it did fuel her artistic mind into fathoming the notion of creating a whole mental history for her character as she pranced and wiggled for the lens. But over all she was tired and the wig itched and she took the fifty bucks Michael offered her as a bonus with little enthusiasm and hurried back home to take a shower and start shopping for a new computer tower.

Now that she had enough money to buy the computer, she found Michael's suggestion the next night at work for more elaborate video shoots to try and make some kind of internet short sexy Super Heroine movie clip a bit dull and not very worthy of her much pressed upon time. Michael had nodded at that and had said he would like to save up a bit of money again, but added they might try and do some quick Halloween themed five minute short video in early October when the corn fields looked right, that he had in mind. That he would pay her three hundred bucks to do it, but it would involve being tied up and doing a topless scene, while battling a scarecrow.

Despite her reservations at doing anymore shoots in that skimpy outfit and wig, Sara liked the idea of an extra three hundred bucks so near Christmas and even began to think what it might mean to her to buy a cheap car for getting back and forth to work with winter aproaching. She told Michael she would definitely think about it, even though she knew he would probably try and sell this video movie to some Super Heroine Bondage fetish site as he had said he would need her to sign a waver this time. Still, she could understand him wanting to make a few bucks back considering his on going investment in the whole thing, but if that was going to be the case, then she wanted to be an equal partner in the earnings. After all it was her tits and ass a few thousand men would be jerking themselves off to!

Besides Michael hated anything to do with money or business, which was one of the reasons the simple minded man had never been able to make any kind of livelihood off of the arts which he constantly poured his money and time into and pursued. If they were going to start making these little T&A Super Heroine films and selling them to web sites, she wanted to be in charge of the decision making!

As Sara emptied out the contents of the confection box onto the peg hooks, she thought more and more how a few hours on a day off here and there might make a nice little side income for her and even the naive Michael despite himself. Sara looked at Michael now as he waved at her as he shot by, and she could see that just the mere sight of her standing there in her tight black t-shirt, and her long black mane of hair, and her black belted blue jeans with its chain of keys had the moody loner already poking a boner in his pants! And this time instead of a chin tilting shudder of disgust she simply blushed and laughed at his obvious arousal of her beautiful face and sexy body.

Sara shook her head and decided it was time to take a break. She called the other cashier to cover for her and she headed back to the break room nestled in the tangle of the clutter of the back warehouse and receiving docks. Sara bought a ridiculously expensive soda from the vending machine and dragged her book bag onto the rickety break room table. She opened it to look for her little hand held game system for a few minutes respite, but instead dug out some paper and pen. Inside the book bag was her entire costume, including the new cowl and wig, as she had left them in there after the previous days shoot of the digital video robot movie and had been too tired and busy to remember to take them out. She now playfully took out the cowl and wig and put it on, which required her to remove her glasses. She didn't wear contacts and the blurry world that now greeted the cowl and red haired crime fighter was not the most pleasant of experiences for her, but she could still see well enough to write and she began to sketch out ideas for a possible short video of herself that she and Michael could film and sell to a web site. She knew it would inevitably involve her exposing her breasts and showing a lot of up skirt wiggling, and maybe even some bondage, but she was damn sure she would not let it be just that! Men were so pathetically stupid and unimaginative! If she was going to do this, then there would be some real drama and story and her character was going to be much more than her amazing tits and ass naked for the whacking!

Sara liked wearing the cowl and wig as she wrote, it lent her a sense of inspiration for creating this new exciting character that her pen was jotting little notes down as she brainstormed. Michael had suggested the Super Heroine be called, 'Savage Girl'. Which was horribly unimaginative and typically male. Sara, who was currently working on a sword and sorcery story of her own, was leaning to 'Savage Knight', as a possible compromise name for her character.

As Sara worked on the project growing more and more excited by the idea of doing it and the somewhat easy money it might entail, she was pulled out of her focus by an over head speaker page for her to dial the up front podium. Sara grunted at the unwelcome interruption, but sauntered over to the phone and answered the intrusive page. She was surprised when it turned out to be the overnight manager offering her a chance to go home early on her bike before the storm it. Her mind still filled with fresh ideas she wanted to get down on paper, she gladly accepted the offer and hung up the phone.

Tugging the cowl with its attached long cascade of red hair off, and replacing her glasses, Sara grabbed her book bag and went out into the hallway and used her name badge to clock out of the swipe time clock. As she did, she noticed the receiving dock garage door was up and that Michael was outside the poorly lit back of the store on the forklift quickly moving the now empty pallets from tonight's truck further down to a distant long row of stacks of them, before the gathering storm hit and came down in sheets of rain.

Watching Michael, Sara suddenly got the urge to tell him of her decision not only to do another Super Heroine film with him, but her decision to do a series of such short videos and even some still photo comic stories, which would entail posed and prop photos of her and word balloons photoshoped in, as to be frank she didn't see much lucrative hope in Michael doing ink drawings of her based off the same photos and trying to sell them that way. It seemed a time wasting added step that she didn't have much confidence would produce a viable saleable work in the end. Sara would write out the scenarios, direct them, and she would then sell them on the internet to the appropriate websites. She would tell him that he was her new partner, and Sara decided as her hart raced giddily, that she would give him the thrill of a life time in the process!

Sara had already clocked out, her bike was chained to a light pole that was much closer to the back of the store than the front where employees were discouraged from parking in order to allow customers to park as close as possible to the main entrance. There was no real reason for her to go all the way back up front and out the main exit and then walk all the way back around the store to where she was now. Sara slipped out the back dock door into the dark alley way that ran behind the giant department store. Immediately behind the narrow strip of dark tarmac was a steep hill buttressed by a tall wooden security fence and behind that an ocean of tall tenement houses slumbering under the brooding sky. Unlike the front parking lot, there were no security cameras stationed in the back, instead the cameras were inside pointing at all the dock doors. If some one bothered to check the tapes they would see Sara leaving by the back door, and she would get coached for it but the understaffed store wasn't about to fire her for walking thirty yards in a straight line to her bike instead of several hundred yards in a forced circle.

Along the cramped strip of the almost pitch black back of the store there were several drop steel storage trailers sinking ever so slowly into the asphalt. Sara quickly slide in between two of these great hulks and looked about her. Behind her up the steep grassy slope the angle was of such that she couldn't even see any of the darkened windows of the apartment buildings. Peaking out along the alleyway its self there was only Michael on the whirling propane forklift with its bright small halogen lights whisking this way and that, and rows of blue gray pallets looking like flattened dinosaur bones from some collapsed museum. The turns into the back alley were sharp and the place was usually blocked off by semi trucks unloading or smaller vender trucks, the general public seldom ventured down it as it only looped around the back of the store and signs posted at both of its entrances stated it was not open to public access.

With the storm tossed sky above her howling with pulsing energies, Sara knelt in the dark confines of the niche between the two drop cargo trailers she had selected and opened her book bag. The zipper sounded surprisingly loud in the close space and that unexpected element caused her to frown, but Sara never hesitated, and immediately began to disrobe.

She had thought to remove and put on her costume in stages so she would never be entirely naked, but in the dark and with her book bag in a muddle and trying to hurry before Michael finished his task and went back inside, locking the overhead door behind him, Sara found herself just removing her clothes and wadding them up and thrusting them into the open bag while digging for her costume piece by painful scrounging piece.

First, she found the cowl as it was on top of the pile. She quickly pinned up her own long shoulder length raven tresses and tugged the shinny black leather helmet of a mask over her head and the long red curly mane of hair tickled her naked ass cheeks in the swirling light wind of the eddies caused by the two large containment trailers and the large grass slope now on her left side. Michael may have a thing for red heads but she didn't, soon as she got home she was going to go on line and order the same wig in black! Without her glasses the dark world was little more than a blur of smeary shapes but she could still make out enough to make due.

Second, she found the short black mini-skirt and hurried it about her naked tinny waist. There was a broad black belt threaded through it with a gold 'SG' on the buckle. Sara felt a bit less nervous once she had her exposed crotch covered by the slim pleated folds of the skirt and her hart though still racing was at least no longer exploding in her chest at every skipping beat. That buckle would have to go though, she just didn't care for the whole 'Savage Girl' thing. But for now she left it as it would take longer to remove it out of the tight waist band loops than to just clip it shut, which she did with a tug.

The Third thing she found were the boots, and she shimmied them up her long thin legs and cinched them into place on her slim upper thigh and pulled the top lip down to cover the belts that held them up. She had to admit she loved the boots! They were definitely kick ass, which was odd because she hated high heels, but these things seemed like a cross between a stiletto Miss America pageant dress shoe and a special forces combat boot! Very sweet!

Fourth, she found the gloves but set them on the ground until she got her top on, as the tight leather fingers made her just a little clumsy for delicate work. The bra was on the very bottom smashed into one corner of the bag and Sara was momentarily grateful that nature had endowed her with a phenomenal rack. As she slipped her large round firm breasts into each taught cup, all the bras creases and wrinkles vanished and it took on the smooth black shinny look that made the skirt and boots and the odd choice for a top work seamlessly together. With her top snuggly in place, Sara put on her gloves. They were black shinny leather with a pronounced flared cuff, and she liked the way they felt when she smacked one of her fists into the others open palm.

Sara was just about to close up the book bag when a sudden cool draft reminded her that she wasn't wearing any panties! She dug with increasingly frantic motions through the congested bag, but not only couldn't she find the tiny black g-string thong, but now she couldn't even find the underwear she had just taken off a few minutes ago and wadded up and tossed into the bag!

Sara was just about to dump out the entire contents of her book bag when she heard the forklift engine key off. Sara zipped the bag shut and leaned it in the shadows against one of the drop trailers. Her entire mental image had been of her stepping out from between the trailers and into the headlights of the on coming forklift with her right hand held up and her left hand firmly planted upon her left hip as she shimmed and jiggled and commanded Michael to stop! Now as she peeked out from around the corner of the steel box she could just make out Michael's blurry shape getting off the parked forklift and preparing to head back inside. It was now or never!

Michael heard the approach before he saw it. Two men, obviously drunk off their asses, moving in loud mouthed shuffles toward him. He couldn't fathom why they would be back here amongst the stacks of teetering pallets, until he saw the third one come out form behind a far stack zipping up his jeans and giggling. The stench of booze and urine was strong and Michael shook his head and began to head back into the store via the back dock door. But one of the drunk three had decided he wanted to fight. There was no reason for it. They were three red neck white trash drunk assholes and of the garden variety that thinks fighting is fun. Michael had lived through enough fights and enough years to know that death was such an easy unexpected thing that served no purpose what so ever. He buried a lot of friends and family and didn't have time to waste on three dumb shit losers who from the wet spots on their jeans, apparently couldn't even piss straight. But none of that really mattered for when Michael turned his head over his shoulder telling them to leave before he called the cops. One of the three was already in a flying tackle toward him!

Michael couldn't twist fast enough and the crunching blow took him to the ground with the wind knocked out of him. He struggled away form the cussing line backer of a drunk only to find one of the other rodeo rejects had picked up a broken pallet board and was trying to club him to death with it. The pine plank was a poor weapon but it hurt like hell and the blows to his head had Michael squinting starts and grunting as he struggled to try and fill his empty lungs.

The third man still giggling was the only one who heard her yell 'stop!' He looked up and saw the most incredible sight of his life. It was a true apparition. A tall, long thin limbed, ghostly pale milk skin, with a silky wild violent blaze of hair, and some of the largest tits he'd ever seen, a slim soft bluish cue ball white waist, and swelling firm swaying hips, and two long, long, legs, and all of it encased in tiny tight black leather, a woman! But like nothing he ever seen before and as she came striding up in a bra busting joggling furry the man wiped his slack mouth and began to rapidly back pedal away, desisting from his kicks to the prone man's head. There was something demonic in those blue gray eyes and scowling full red lips and in every angry striding move of her approach that sent him staggering to his heels.

The man with the pine board saw his fellow fall back and turn to put some distance between him and something he was gazing in fear at, and the man with the plank turned his head to where the fleeing man had been looking and saw her stomping up to him! Well, in retrospective he saw her, in the actual moment of the breathless alcohol dazed second he only really saw two of the most perfect breasts he had ever seen before bobbling rapidly toward him. Still the menace behind those shuddering udders of wonder was appellant even to his sodden mind and he half raised and swung the pine plank at the approaching vixen in confused hesitation.

Sara shattered the board with one kick and the man holding the splintered remains fell backward trying to get distance to think, toppling blindly over Michael and the heavy slab of enraged meat gouging and punching at him. Sara landed six solid blows on the head and back of the muscle bound drunken thug pummeling and pining Michael before the brute realized she was even there. The blows were telling though and as he staggered away from Michael Sara could already tell from his blood covered face that he was only thinking about fleeing not fighting. She managed to land a parting blow that had her heel trenching across his temple and brow, that caused the prick to grunt nonsensically and stutter as his eyes rolled up under his flickering brow.

Sara next landed a full bottom of her boot stomping thrust kick to the face of the scrambling man now missing his wooden weapon. The man's nose shattered in a spray of blood and her steel stiletto heel tore his lip lose into a bloody ragged flap as she felt teeth disintegrate into gritty bone powder and splinters. Both men staggered into a run after their fleeing comrade who was now sobbing in drunken fear and they disappeared around the corner after careening and falling painfully against the dark stacks of pallets.

Michael leapt up and then fell back on his fat ass, got up again and slumped to one knee, and then finally pulled himself up slowly. He glanced after the disappeared men and then checked his limbs and fingers and head for injuries. Surprisingly other that a slightly swollen left hand which had gotten stomped on in the dark melee, and a bruise along the back of his head, there were no visible signs of the short vicious fight.

Sara asked Michael if he was alright and before he could reply they heard and then saw a brand new pickup truck start up and then smash into a stack of pallets and then back up and race away. Both of them laughed. Michael sat down and began to put back on one of his tennis shoes that had somehow gotten pulled off in the fight and Sara squatted next to him and after asking him briefly about the incident, began to tell him about her plans for them to make Super Heroine photo comics and little Super Heroine video movies for sale to web sites. Michael, as she knew he would be, was very hesitant about working with anyone on any art project that wasn't entirely his and the idea of selling works just left him dead fish cold after years of failures. But he was also noticeably staring despite his considerable effort not to at her ample bosom cradled in the skimpy tight top. Sara wondered idly if one of her nipples might have slipped out during the brief tussle and glanced down. As she did so she suddenly remembered that she wasn't wearing any panties and a smile shot across her face. Sara slowly parted her thighs in the mini-skirt and as she kept talking about her ideas and the merits of the projects to the reluctant Michael she let one gloved hand slightly pull back on her upper thigh where it was resting, the friction of the movement causing the hem of her skirt to roll back with it.

It wasn't long before Michael was staring wide mouthed and dumb as a brick at the glimpse of her gorgeous glistening snatch. Here was a man who had almost been killed, or at least on the cusp of being seriously injured or crippled if she hadn't saved his lard ass, and even as the bruises were still swelling on him, here he was utterly transfixed by a tantalizing glimmer of her hot juicy pussy. Men were so stupid!

Sara looked down at Michael's swollen member throbbing and dancing against the constraints of his jeans in his lap and with a smirk whipped the drool from his chin with her gauntlet gloved finger as she told him that she would need to barrow his car and he could walk her bike over to her place after he got off work, as she wanted to get started right away on making up production lists for the new projects. He merely nodded unable to take his eyes off her honey moist snatch flashing at him in the shadows of her still slowly parting milky white thighs. Sara shoved a sudden gloved hand into Michael's tight front pocket and he let out a shocked rough groan as her fingers slide past his engorged penis and clutched and dragged out his keys. Sara laughed despite herself and stood up, making sure to tilt her pelvis toward him and ride her hands up her hips giving him one last brief show of her otter pelted perfection before ending in a classical hands on hips Super Heroine pose. She smiled at the poor dazed male on his knees before her and Savage Girl threw back her head and laughed! As the sky pealed in answering thunder and lightning and it began to rain.