<nametag:rook>

 

Everything that can go wrong will go wrong when working with computers or ordering Chinese takeout. So I am using an old, and I mean we are talking Flintstone bird chiseling beak into a stone tablet old, laptop until I can replace my computer that windows just thankfully fried for me with a download that I am still trying to make sense out of?!

 

One of my favorite story thus far images of the great master artist Mr. X is Ms. Americana letting herself be tied up and about to be chloroformed by two street thugs so they can in turn use her defeat at their hands to become informants for her in a gang; that is she is willfully de-powering herself and placing herself in a situation of danger because her ego is so great that she can not see exactly how dangerous the situation she is creating really is going to be. This is classic Shakespeare flawed character comedy or tragedy setup. And personally one of my favorite comic book heroine cookie cutter cereal box top  mail order x-ray goggles giddy wonder visions. tabula And this short story is one of my takes on that great classical setup. Rook.

 

…Now let’s see where did I put that roll of duct tape, bolt cutters, and address to Bill Gates house?

 

 

UDDER D C

 

The Delta City Choral and Recitation Ode Society was hosting its fifth annual “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell Sing and Swing” feminist fundraiser at the Delta City Aquarium’s under the bay Plexiglas dome. This marvel of technology and backbreaking engineering of placing a glass dome auditorium under the Delta City Bay’s tons upon tons of cubic per square inch ceaseless wrestling match of sea water against pressurized transparent hull was exactly the sort of thing one gets when instead of taxing the wealthy and having dependable mass transit and medical care and schooling and efficient government and reliable foreign policy and trade one lets them ‘donate’ their money by their whim instead and one gets an underwater dome theater in Delta City or a sports stadium in Cleveland or the Chicago Cubs.

 

 

To reach this highly dangerous and utterly pointless billion dollar fiasco (and I am talking here of the glass dome auditorium under the sea and not Cleveland or the Chicago Cubs) one first had to enter the Delta City Aquarium pass though its many winding halls of bubbling salt and fresh water tanks filled with aquatic flora and fauna and then pass through a series of double lock air tight hatch doors and descend down a long angled hallway to reach the glass dome which perched above the bay bed floor upon gyroscopic legs and pressurized bladders. Or you could just skip entering the Delta City Aquarium and take an express elevator straight down to just pass the last set of  pressurized doors and step out with a *ding* straight into the breathtaking expanse of the great glass dome one hundred and eighty degree view of hundreds of feet of sea water carefully lit and bone crushingly cold churning over head. Considering the entire point of the under the sea dome had been to bring more people to the Delta City Aquarium’s many exhibit’s the curator had been understandably upset that this express elevator had been installed as it not only completely by passed and undermined the entire safety systems put into place but it derailed the entire point of building the auditorium and hoisting events there; but as the investors pointed out, ‘the wealthy don’t like to walk.’

 

 

So as it had at the dozen of other events that had been held in its little glass pod deep in the bay’s murky bowels the Delta City Aquarium was closed do to budget staffing problems (such as not having any budget to hire any staff due to the cost of upkeep on the dome) and sat morosely dark and silent while the wealthy glided up gaily bedecked and brightly shinning for their gala before the large bank of outdoor elevators.

 

 

The problem with building a large glass dome on the bottom of Delta City Bay was that there was actually nothing to see under tons of salt water except well, water. To the rich this did not really mater much as they only came out to see themselves in the reflections of other wealthy glass eyes but to the school plays and other more mundane and more profitable events the audience expected to see something a little more ‘fishy’ more Club Med than just millions of cubic meters of water trying desperately and constantly  to crush them and drown them all. So the Aquarium in response to the investors and architects had supplied flashy coral reef fish to be put into bubbly glass columns for the hallway leading down to dome and had with teeth gritting watched a large glass fish tank mezzanine added to directly face the express elevators banks of doors. This large floor to ceiling aquarium greatly compromised the structures integrity on several levels. The most instantly notable was that its sole purpose was to create the illusion of a live mermaid sitting in an open clam shell waving at the arriving or departing visitors. This illusion was created by simply having a thin but large glass aquarium tank full of water and fish placed directly before a small niche or room decked out to look like an undersea bed where a live girl in a mermaid outfit would sit and wave and smile at passerby’s. With the appropriate lighting and mirrors and effects it looked surprisingly real. Well as real as any young girl dressed up as a mermaid behind a thin wall of glass and fish can look.

 

 

The architects had argued for a simple wall TV to be placed across from the bank of elevators as this would cause less structural stress and they could then simply play a loop of a girl filmed or animated as a mermaid or even play images of a giant squid attacking or whales or such. The curator liked that idea as the idea of any kind of mermaid was a bit insulting to the scientific aspects and integrity of the institute as a whole. The investors liked the giant squid idea and decided to add that to the live girl mermaid so that as she was smiling and waving a giant mechanical squid would sort of be there as well as an automatically computer programmed puppet in the background behind her adding a sense of menace or comedy depending on the mood music being played.

 

 

‘Mood music?!’ yep now they wanted speakers hidden around the edges of the ‘mermaids wall’ as it was now being called. Speakers and surround sound and a fifty ton squid puppet prop with full articulation with lights all computer controlled on looped programs. And with that there went the funding for the Delta City Bay Emergency Eco-Recovery Project, and about half the Aquariums’ staff. And in their place a young teenage girl was hired and kitted out to smile and wave and sometimes play with or be afraid of a giant squid that would rise up behind her every twenty minutes and pawed at her every now and then with its tentacles. Oh and the investors insisted on adding a wet bar in the new mezzanine as well. ‘The rich get thirsty,’ it was explained.

 

 

At this several of the designers walked out muttering about catastrophe and lengthy prison terms for manslaughter and those that remained took their abandoned bonuses now coupled with their own and smiled with sweating foreheads and added the bar and four more toilets to the now bloated once little bubble ‘express elevator add-on’ that was threatening to become almost as large as the circular seating area of the auditorium its self. A compromise was made for structural reality and fiscal reasons and the dressing area for the actors of the theater was cut in half as well as removing one of the two emergency escape hatches and the six emergency escape pods were replaced at the last minute with balcony seating as it was explained by the investors, ‘the rich can not comfortably be seated amongst themselves without some form of  divided order.’ This brought on a bit more sweating by the remaining architects and quivering lips but the point of saying anything had long since passed, and the glorious if highly unstable and dangerous new Delta City hotspot was completed. One of the more puckish builders as the structure neared its completion had taken a marker and written, ‘here lies the titanic II god bless all who sink upon her.’ but you couldn’t see it unless you climbed up into the super structure or if the super structure came crashing down on you in the middle of say a performance of Rigoletto. Which was highly unlikely as the head of the Delta City Opera Company despised Giuseppe Verdi  preferring the modern masters of such works as ‘Cats’ and ‘The Pirates of Penance.’ Where he would often insist upon performing all the lead roles of the woman’s parts despite his full beard and mustache and his having a voice not unlike a rusted flute and being a tone death sixty year old. But he was a sprightly tone death transvestite sixty year old and he gave great parties which is all his patrons really cared about any way.

 

*************************************************************************************

 

 

 

Lydia Wells was having a ball! She loved her fundraiser job at the Delta City Choral and Recitation Ode Society. Most of the feminist fund raisers Brenda Wade dragged the flaxen hair teen to were dullsvile! A lot of women who looked suspiciously like men wearing ugly dresses and shoes made in Stalin Russia for coal miners gathered around drinking warm beer and talking out of the corner of their cracked lips about breaking the glass ceiling. ‘Well if they break the glass ceiling in this place we are all going to drown!’ Lydia giggled to herself as waved and grinned and flipped her big green fish tail. YEP! Lydia was the mermaid who got smile and wave at all the wonderfully snazzy dressed people who came wandering out of the quadruple bank of elevator doors with water walled muffled *pings* and a slightly blurry wimpled hiccup of drunken sight caused by the aquarium wall of glass, water, and fish between her and them.

 

 

They seemed to notice her right off the bat and would always smile and wave back at her as she giggled and smiled and waved at them. Their voices were muffled and sounded like they were calling to her from a cave. She wouldn’t have been able to hear them at all but there was a single speaker and microphone set hidden above her glass water wall so she could make out both the general din and the undulating comments of individuals if they spoke directly to her near the glass wall. The men tended to make all the comments especially after they had visited the bar a few times or grabbed a few drinks off the passing waiters trays and they were though muffled pretty much the comments she was very, very, very used to hearing when you are an eighteen year old blonde hottie with a stunning beautiful face and a full round double GG cup rack and a thin waist and a bubble butt and long legs one could wrap around a telephone pole and pull ones self up to its top while dangling upside down with your hands busy juggling melons. She just smiled and winked and sometimes cocked her head at the comments being made more about her than to her but she was only passingly interested if she heard one that sounded new or interestingly physically challenging. The older men seemed to come up with most of those. She liked older men; they would buy her stuff and her allowance under Brenda was a bit miserly; and they tended to stop doing things if you told them to stop doing something; which meant you really had to be careful about what you said around them!

 

 

 

Lydia was in a small room. It was more a blister of Plexiglas sort of pushed on to what had been the tunnel stairs leading down to the auditorium dome. But now was a sort of mini-dome in and of its self with a bank of elevators across from her glass water wall and a bar and some bathrooms. Her little room was much smaller than it looked from the other side of the glass. In fact out of sight behind some plastic coral at her tailed feet sat a single hatch leading from the small room into a tunnel that connected to the tunnels that ran under the substructure of the dome. She had just enough room to climb out of the hatch and put on her tail and sit on her half open clam shell. With some effort she could have squeezed past her fiberglass shell and been standing amongst the metallic and wired guts of the large mechanical squid that filled up the rest of the small room. There was a small computer terminal behind the shell for inputting information or running diagnostics upon the squid or changing the lighting effects but most of that was done from the main computer room which was under the auditorium and ran by a service technician stationed there during performances.

 

 

Other than mirrors and webs of lights and scaffolding and wires all around her carefully hidden behind forced perspective props and some basic controls for the aquarium wall in front of her the only other thing in the small room was a fan which blew with enough force to make her blonde hair to swirl around and create even more of an illusion that she was underwater. Lydia completely bought into the effect of her being underwater and that she was fooling the people arriving in the elevators and she loved moving her arms about like she was treading water and sometimes she would hold her breath and look around worried like she was going to drown and then smile and laugh if she fooled anyone and many a drunk man she did.

 

 

Lydia loved her mermaid costume but the men seemed to love it even more and she was very happy with that and considered her part of the feminist fundraiser to be a smashing success. Her costume consisted of a red wig with a small golden crown. She had declined to wear the wig but she put the little high cylinder crown on her head and pinned it into place upon her silky golden locks. She also had s a gold plastic trident which was rather small in proportion to her body but then the girl who usually sat upon the clam shell was only eleven and she was not there as it was a school night and the fundraiser started at nine pm and would go on till almost three or four am.

 

 

The rest of Lydia’s costume was a large hidden zipper mermaid tail and two starfish attached to a small see through mesh bikini bra designed to cover the nipples. Both the tail and the bra/bikini had again been made for a rather rail thin flat chest-ed eleven year old girl. The enterprising teen had simply removed the two pink plastic starfish and attached them directly over her nipples using actors glue and had used a lot of elbow grease to slip herself into the very tight fish tail leaving the zipper unzipped. The over all result of this was the small starfish did not cover up all her large areola’s and had a tendency to slip off her massive jiggling breasts as she moved as the small room was very close and she was sweating a bit despite the fan so when she was least paying attention the glue would seem to give way and her little starfish would stray down her breast leaving one of her always puffy hard nipples fully on display. She would of course coral the creeping critter and push him back into place as soon as she noticed but sometimes that would not be until she realized the men with their cell phones were taking an awful lot of pictures and video!

 

 

The tail was a bit more of a hassle. As it rose only up to her upper thighs. Tending to leave her blonde corn silk pubes on display or if she turned this way or that revealing her entirely exposed naked ass and yes sometimes naked puss! She was a bit angry about this as she was sure seeing her upper thighs must surely destroy the illusion that she was a real mermaid swimming around on her sea shell throne and she so loved the giddy fun of deceiving everyone on the other side of the glass who she continued to believe all night thought she was a real live mermaid!

 

*************************************************************************************

 

While Lydia was meeting and greeting and peeping and unwittingly cock-teasing the arriving visitors to the shocked face of the hand full of feminists who had enough money to attend such a gathering; Brenda Wade was busy throwing back thin tall glasses of champagne in a black glittering fifteen thousand dollar deep plunge evening gown silted up one side to her luscious hips and laughing at jokes that stopped being funny (if they ever were) sixty years ago in the Catskills.

 

 

She was not the host of this fundraiser but being the leading feminist of Delta City and thus most of the northern hemisphere and beyond, she felt her usual compulsion to take the center stage and thus bask as the center of attention as the chilled bubbly had her beaming and smiling with almost Chimerical eyes of twinkling drunken mirth.

 

 

 She was also having a blast! Brenda was even enjoying the open stares down her stunning cleavage and drooling chins of the old fogies quivering lips at her abundant nipple slips and peek-a-boo flashes of her upper buttocks from the deep plunge open back of her evening gown. She ate up the jealous stares of angry wives and the flushed faces of her fellow feminists but as she would tell them latter tomorrow afternoon over late coffee she knows how to work the crowd of dithering old men who start out so reluctantly to pony up their checkbooks for the grand and glorious cause and end the night insisting on writing a second or even third check with their hooked noses half way down to her dancing navel. ‘she knew men,’ she would say as she slathered a croissant with butter and adjusted her large sunglasses over her hangover bloodshot eyes, ‘they are disgusting pigs. But what better justice than to have the swine themselves invest and support their cause? After all the whole point of burning our bras was to let them swing wild and free!’

 

 

 

 

But that would be tomorrow as she waved the bank statement of the nights activities under their turned up little noses and watched them blush and then erupt in fawning over her and her brilliance and wisdom, but for now they greeted her with cat like stares and sour pursed duck lips as she shook and shimmied her way through the corridor of men clinging around her like barges around the Queen Elizabeth II entering port. She winked at Courtney Porter who smirked back; she was an old hand at this game and dance, she was also wearing a backless braless and from where she was standing in front of a floor floodlight panty-less semi-transparent evening gown and twining her fingers through the mayors greasy gray hair above his large monkey ears. Women were growing stronger every year but in some of the old world monies large cities like Delta City it was still the men who held the fattest checkbooks. And those old geezers did not give anything away for free.

 

 

While Brenda worked the crowd between brief performances on the central stage of the round amphitheater seating of the theater under the bay and kept pouring a steady waterfall of drinks down every bushy browed bald man in a tux she stumbled across while supplying herself with a steady brook of bubbly to numb her senses against the inane banter and disgusting smells of the mothball tux and horrendous bad breath she let the warm intoxicating tingling sweep through her body and make the pinches and lingering squeezing hands feel so very much better then undoubtedly really where.

 

 

So that not soon after the event of brief shows and even briefer explanations of what the money was intended to do and longer and longer intermissions of chatter and live music and cases and cases of booze Brenda was grinding her throbbing needy horny body up against man and woman as she smiled and gushed and drooled and purred. She was still not at the point of bodily grabbing husbands and shoving their faces down her cleavages while throwing back her head and laughing uproar sly while shouting out ‘motor boat!‘ or reaching down and yanking the side slit of her dress over exposing her naked crotch as she danced with entire groups of men at a time but all the fuming wives knew it wouldn’t be long now as did their boner popping men! Brenda simply did not handle her liquor, it handled her.

 

 

As Brenda was de-evolving down into a slattern aggressive whore as she always did at any party she showed up at after a few drinks, Lydia decided it was time to leave her fiberglass clam shell and slip down through the hatch and make her way to the party proper. She had, had a lot of fun fooling so many people into believing she was a real mermaid but now she wanted to join the loud laughing crowd and get some champagne herself and unwind. The small room was rather cramped and stuffy despite the fan blowing on her and wanted to stretch her legs after having them being smothered in that latex tail for so long.

 

 

This meant slipping out of her tail and that meant putting her naked ass and pussy on full display to any and all who were wondering around in the elevator bank lobby but this did not bother her at all what bothered her is the few who might see her would have the illusion of her being a real live mermaid shattered. She bit her thumb in thought about that but decided it could not be helped. She shimmied and wiggled and struggled for over fifteen minutes before she managed to get out of her fake tail. During which time she smacked her naked ass and pussy up against the aquarium wall several times and had to in fact press her pussy and ass bent over against the cold glass for several minutes there at the very end. When she finally got her legs out of the tail and she turned around she found over a dozen men with their faces pressed up against the aquarium wall with their mouths open and tongues stuck to the glass. She was startled at first but then giggled and removed her two stuck on starfish from her large nipples and stuck them on the glass right over the cutesiest guys eyes and blew the mesmerized crowd a kiss and opened the hatch and slipped down the ladder thus revealed.

 

 

The understructure of the glass dome was where all the pipes and wires and controls and machinery for the dome was at. It alternated from cramped access tunnels to large cramped rooms and small cramped rooms shoved full of both the guts of the machinery and their control panels. It was a maze of overlapping tube like hallways some you had to crawl through on your hands and knees and others two men could walk side by side chatting as they passed through bulkhead after bulkhead in the weaving twisting maze. It reminded Lydia of the space ship from the Alien movie and she moved as rapidly as she could through it with her mouth slightly open and lips pulled back making ‘eeee-eeeeee-eeeeee’ noises as she nervously and with increasing fear looked all around her for the slinking horror ready to pounce on her.

 

The little hatch ladder led down abruptly to a crawl tunnel that ran back into a tunnel where you could stand up. It was back in this tunnel Lydia had left her sparkly dress hanging on a hanger with her sparkly high heel shoes sitting nearby on top of a pipe. One could not dress on ones hands and knees and this was the nearest place the naked girl could put on some clothes. There was no one around. The nearest person would be the tech crew of four who were squeezed into the room directly under the stage and who monitored the lights and canned music and sound system and such for the acts and for the party. Another pair were just off the elevator bank in another small room where they monitored all the important stuff needed to keep everyone safe and alive under almost a mile of water.

 

 

Her dress and shoes were still there and she smiled as she reached them. The dress and shoes were all she would need for the party; after all it was rich and famous people and rich and famous people did not need to wear underwear, though she did not know why this was true she knew from experience that it was. The richer and more famous you were, the less clothes you wore in public. She paused and tapped her chin, ‘maybe she should go the party naked and everyone would think she was really rich and famous?’

 

 

Of course she had not arrived at the aquarium so early in the day in her sparkly red dress and high heel shoes. No she had known that she was going to be the mermaid and that it would require her to crawl around on her hands and knees in the substructure tunnels under the dome stage and one does not crawl around in tunnels in a sparkly red dress. No she had arrived on her new green-friendly electro scooter wearing a tight t-shirt and yoga pants carrying her sparkly red dress and shoes and makeup case carefully folded up and strapped to her scooter wire basket. She had brought the scooter into the express elevator and she had even managed to get it down into the tunnels under the dome stage by having one of the nice security tech guys unlock the elevator so it would descend down the extra floor and not lock out at the lobby as it would normally do. So there just to the left of her sparkly red dress and her strap-y Italian shoes was her eco-scooter plugged in and charging with her tight t-shirt that read ‘KA-CHING!’ in huge letters across the much distressed and stretched chest, and her yoga pants, and her combat boots. She looked at her t-shirt and giggled, all thoughts of the alien monster sneaking up behind her all gone now, ‘Ka-Ching!’ (the sound of a cash register drawer popping open) is what she always cried out when she climaxed. Though she had no idea why she yelled out the word but as far back as she could remember she had always done so. So she thought it was funny to walk around wearing her ‘orgasm’ word where everyone could see it and considering it was on her ever jiggling huge chest everyone invariably did see it. Though they often seemed to take a long time to read it?! Even when she shoved her chest out close to their faces and grabbed hold of the sides of her breasts and squeezed them hard to try and stop the perpetual jiggling.

 

 

 

Her scooter was almost fully charged again. She liked it as it was silent and could hit a top speed of sixty but anything over twenty-five and the seat began to vibrate so violently that it had her ‘KA-CHING-ING’ all over the street like a drunken cruise missile! Naturally the healthy young girl kept the throttle pegged and thus was always arriving with a dead battery and a dopey smile as she sighed and thought to herself, ‘that’s the best damn vibrator I have ever owned!’

 

 

The eco-scooters were just popular enough and came in blue and red and white and there were enough white ones just like her own that no one seemed to notice that both Lydia Wells and Flag Girl both owned and rode around on white eco-scooters. This may have been because before she went out as Flag Girl she would slap some peel-off red and blue stars on the scooter but mostly no one seemed to notice her ride. At least in all the you-tube videos of her on the scooter as Flag Girl the zoom lenses always seemed centered on her explosive bouncing breasts or tight shots of her bouncing rear-end. There did not seem to be much interest in the scooter its self. She was a bit miffed by this as she washed and waxed it everyday. And she couldn’t honestly say that about her bush which was the apparent most sought after you-tube video if she read the ‘hits’ and search ‘tags’ correctly?!

 

 

Lydia’s hand stopped as it reached for her sparkly red dress. Suddenly she wanted to see how much money she had made for the fundraiser. Her next actions might have seemed a bit odd but really they all flowed from her very active never ceasing racing mind. It went something like this: thinking of images of her as Flag Girl on the internet had made her think of money, as due to her tiny allowance she often made money on the internet by posting various pictures and videos of herself which she would make in her bedroom with her web cam. In front of her mermaid wall was a large cardboard cutout of a pink and red cartoon lobster who normally would have held a sign welcoming people to the dome under the sea theater. But who tonight held a handmade sign of Lydia’s construction which she had labored over for several hours. She had come up and discarded several ideas for her sign and in the end she simply had taken the best bits from all her ideas (a great big warm welcome-please dig deep and be generous with your donations-place your money in the little pink clamshell in front of the lobster) and put them together arriving at; ‘Welcome to the Under the Delta City Bay Feminist Fundraiser! Please dig deep in your hearts and place a great big warm wad of welcome cash in my little clam shell! Thanks!” In front of the cardboard smiling lobster who suspiciously looked like a copyrighted cartoon character except some heavy black eyebrows and a pencil mustache had been added, was a small pink plastic clamshell which usually served the purpose not unlike one of those Santa buckets outside shopping malls during the Christmas season ready to receive charitable donations for the poor and downtrodden from the poor and downtrodden so the rich won‘t have to pay any taxes.

 

 

Lydia wanted to see her pink clamshell bucket and see how much money she had made for the great and glorious cause! But she also wanted to make a rather stunning entrance by popping up in her red sparkly dress in the center of the stage via one of the little stage lift trapdoor elevator platforms. This was a surprise she had come up with all on her own and talked the stage tech guys into agreeing to let her do. She would stand on one  of the under stage platforms and rise up slowly and majestically in her red sparkly dress right in the middle of the stage between performances, and Wowzerizes the crowd! But such a dramatic entrance couldn’t be lessened by anyone seeing her peeking about the elevator lobby in her sparkly red dress before hand! And of course no one would be caught dead at such a ritzy fundraiser event in a t-shirt and yoga pants! So Lydia decided she would climb up the access hatch right next to the express elevator banks and just lift it up a little and peek across the way to the lobster and pink clamshell sitting in front of her mermaid tank and see how much money she had made during her several hours of performance tricking everyone into thinking she was a real live mermaid!

So Lydia dropped her hand from her sparkly red dress and walking boldly by her still charging eco-scooter with her t-shirt and yoga pants draped over the handle bars she made her way naked through the maze of tunnels to where the metal ladder lead up next to the elevator to the floor above and climbed up and pushed open the small hatch. ‘Just a quick peek,’ she thought as she peered out of the semi-opened hatch. The lobby was mostly deserted now that there was no more mermaid show going on and she could readily see the mermaid tank wall and the cardboard cut out and her sign and much to her giggling delight her small pink clam shell overflowing with wads of cash! She had done VERY well indeed! Though she noted someone had taken a black magic marker and written on her sign so now it read; ‘Well cum! To the Udders of Duh C! Please dig deep in your pants and plant a big warm wad of well cum into my

little clam shell! Thanks!’ at least they had not messed up her other sign  which read, ‘please do not feed the real live mermaid!’

 

 

With just her eyes and nose above the lip she continued to peep our of the floor hatch next to the wall of the elevator banks and the wet bar. It was between acts or perhaps more honestly between presentations that were designed to look a bit like entertainment acts and the crowd was milling about in the circular seating of the dome chatting and swilling endless drinks and Lydia could just make out the loud voice of Brenda Wade who’s cackling laughter could be heard ringing around the dome, “My dear Ernest what have you got for me there, hmm, honey?”

 

“Brenda Wade! Please remove your hand from my husbands front pocket!”

 

“Now, now dear, Ms. Wade was only trying to help me find my, er, pen!”

 

“Oh, Ernest, do you call this a contribution? Now we don’t want people to think you’re poor now do we? Or is your ‘bigger’ pen in your other pocket?”

 

“Yes, ah quite. Let me write you another check dear. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

 

 

Lydia rolled her eyes. No one could work a crowd of wealthy men like Brenda Wade. She would mix flirting with open laughing threats of belittling a man’s manhood publicly and the results were always spectacular. Whoever Ernest was he had enough sense or experience to take the ‘pen’ hint and pony up a second check before Brenda went off on a string of suggestions of his small penis size and lack of virility in a series of loud mocking laughing putdowns as the rest of the increasingly drunk women chimed in as well. And thus he escaped a shark feeding frenzy under the sea in which his male ego and his bank account would have been the main course.

 

 

Lydia watched several men wisely sneak out of the main dome room and back into the smaller blister of the elevator bank lobby as they gathered around the mermaid wall and looked wistfully at the now empty chamber. Brenda’s laughter pealed through the adjacent theater like cackling thunder and the men winced as they huddled around the mermaid wall nursing their drinks. They made little comments about, ‘looks like our little fish is gone.’ and a few unkind comments about Brenda that made Lydia giggle and laugh and suddenly she felt sorry for the small knot of men especially the few young cute ones and she realized that they looked quiet lost because they were quite lost. “They have no one to save anymore,” the young blonde whispered to herself. “Thousands upon thousands of years they were the heroes, the knights in shinny armor racing in to rescue the damsel in distress and now they are just a bunch of men working to give their money to help women need them even less and less.”

 

 

Lydia certainly knew the thrill and excitement and awe-inspiring aspect of being a super heroine and she suddenly if only vaguely understood for a brief moment what it must or possibly could be like if she no longer had any of that in her life. “The ‘pop’ has gone out of their rice crispies.” And suddenly Lydia had a plan!

 

*************************************************************************************

 

It hadn’t been easy. But as always the hardest part of getting her plan to work had been involving another woman in the mix. In this case the rented bar tender had been that woman and she was very reluctant to help the naked blonde girl who had her head stuck out of the floor hatch near her feet hissing for her attention. Lydia had explained that she wanted to modify the sign on the mermaid wall which now read; ‘do not feed the real live mermaid’ to read instead; ‘do free the real live mermaid with your contributions.’ The bar tender was reluctant, more than reluctant she was apathetic to the point of yawning at the desperate girl. Lydia then made the cardinal sin of explaining that she would quiet willingly change the sign herself except that her boobies were too big and she could not squeeze them through the hatch and this she demonstrated. The bored face of the bar tender turned into a sneer and Lydia realized the girl had an embarrassingly small rack.

 

 

Lydia changed tack and told her about professor Whirtler who had in his on going experiments with Aphrodite gene breast tissue had stumbled over a spectral beam that with a few Aphrodite milk injections caused massive breast growth in non-Aphrodite bodies. It did not awaken their powers as he had hopped but he said the tests were supplying a wealth of information on the complexities of the gene’s structure and purpose. The only problem was he was finding it difficult to locate test subjects. If the girl was interested Lydia could introduce her to the professor and she could have boobies as big as hers in less than a month! ‘think of it as a free boob job!’ The young bartenders face had become increasingly angry as Lydia had spoke but after a short pause she gave her little boy chest a red faced look and pulled a black marker out of her apron and muttered, ‘okay’ and changed Lydia’s sign the way she wanted. She then came back and looked down at the beaming girl and said, ‘out to here. I want them out to here,’ as she held out her hands in front of her chest at arms length. Lydia nodded thinking, ‘don’t we all!’ and hurried back down the hatchway ladder.

 

 

It wasn’t until the naked blonde girl reached the service technicians sitting in their cramped room huddled before their monitors that she wondered off handily if she should have told the girl that the increased breast size came with increased horniness and a forty percent chance of growing a penis out of her clit? ‘Oh well.’ Lydia mused, ‘having a penis might prove useful. Like being able to pee  while standing up.’

 

 

The service technicians had proved much easier to gain their help in her plan but then the young girl had learned a long time ago that if you were naked most men tended to be very cooperative with anything you could dream up.

 

 

Only one service tech had been reluctant and that was only because he was the one who had to reach over and hit a button. ‘Men will do anything to avoid work, no matter how much effort is involved in the avoidance and how little work was being threatened,’ the naked blonde teen noted. But in the end he hit the key board behind him and told her she would have to do the same on the key board in the mermaid room. The girl left giggling like crazy. Her plan was going along swimmingly now.  Without a hitch, and well, if that girl did grow a penis Lydia would just have to show her all the fun things she could do with it!

 

 

Lydia returned to the hallway with her eco-scooter and clothes and quickly crawled through the scary tunnel and up the ladder to the mermaid room. She moved as hunched over and stealthy as possible as she retrieved her two sucker starfish and re-attached them to her boobs and then began the laborious task of sliding her legs into the too small fish tail. She gave off at mid thigh. Leaving her pubes and upper legs revealed as after all she still had to maneuver her torso around to reach behind her clamshell throne and hit the space bar on the open lap top sitting there plugged into the mechanical guts of the squid. This she managed with only a brief threat of rolling off the fiberglass shell and once completed resulted in the whirl and whoosh of the compressor banging to life and starting up the preliminaries to the octopuses pre-programmed stage antics.

 

 

She looked out at the small knot of men and though the initial startup of the octopus had been muffled by the wall of water and glass the sound speakers started now to issue out the program loop of orchestra music through the small hidden speakers that lined the sides of the aquarium wall. This sudden eruption of dark moody sinister music caused the men to start and whirl about noticing her for the first time since she had snuck back into the mermaid room.

 

 

Lydia smiled and waved at the startled men and then carefully watched the mirrored image of the giant octopus rising up slowly from behind her in the glass wall in front of her. She tried not to giggle with glee as the wonderful idea that was so brilliantly falling into place all around her unfolded before her eyes. ‘They need a woman to save, and I shall give them that woman. They will see me this real live mermaid being threatened by this giant octopus and they will see the sign and realize the only way to save me is to shove money into my clamshell!’ Lydia beamed at her reflection in the glass wall where small coral fish swam a bit oddly due to the activated sound system and the faces of a dozen wide eyed gapping mouth men pressed up against the glass.

 

 

‘Now, she would have to be careful with the octopus,’ the blonde girl thought. ‘What had that man said? Oh yes it is a very expensive and delicate piece of machinery and they had too much on their plate and could not afford to sacrifice a monitor to watch over the mermaid room what with so many guests wondering about and so many acts and cues. So she would be on her own. Oh and if she got into any trouble just hit the space bar again and it would return the octopus from its looped performance to its default status. And there might? Be a problem because as the lazy man had explained it had taken three weeks to program the ‘attack’ animatronics for the octopus so they would seem menacing but be harmless. And that had been based entirely on the young girl who normally sat upon the clamshell throne who was several feet shorter and much thinner than Lydia Wells. Lydia had bristled a bit at that last remark about thinner but she had simply put her nose up in the air and ‘humped’ as a well mannered girl should and thanked them all and spun away giggling at her genius.

 

 

She would make more money for the cause than both Brenda Wade AND Jenifer Flowers combined! And that would make her even more spectacular when she made her grand red sparkly dress entrance latter in the evening! Both Brenda and Jenifer were good friends but very competitive and they tended to try and outdo each other at every opportunity. At these charity functions it was not uncommon for the two women to have their hands down the pants and into the wallets of almost everyman in the room several times before the one-upmanship culminated in some kind of performance up on the stage. Usually some kind of singing battle that looked a bit more like a striptease show than a karaoke contest!

 

 

But if Lydia could show up on stage with her seashell bucket brimming over with cash and checks then she could put both drunken women back into their place and she would be the real champion of the evening. And her idea that men needed some kind of damsel in distress to relate to was just the ticket! And a lot less shameful than squeezing old gray haired nut sacks! Ewe! Gross! Now if they were young studs with fat dicks that would be different!

 

 

Lydia’s well laid plans hit a sand bar snag almost immediately when one of the octopuses tentacles had smacked her hard in the back of the head. True the construct was coated in a foam rubber and latex but at its core remained steel hydraulic pistons and struts as well as electric wires and cables and some electronic component parts for the more detailed animatronics. The limb which had been choreographed to pass harmlessly over an eleven year olds head had walloped solidly into Lydia’s noggin. The hit was more a surprise than a damaging blow but without her power belt and being struck unexpectedly it caused Lydia to slide out of the normal seat area of the clamshell throne and over upon its edge. This put her directly into the path of the next tentacle swipe and she took another blow, a much more powerful plow, directly across her tits. This caused her star fish pasties to fly off and stick upon the mermaid tank glass wall where the startled men recoiled briefly before pressing their faces again against the glass.

 

 

Being struck in the tits had a much more serious effect upon Lydia than being cracked on the head. The Aphrodite gene is formulated and stored in the breast tissue of the super heroine thus making her breasts both her batteries and her power source or engine at the same time. It is here in the breasts that the body stores the processed chemical energies and where these chemicals and vibrations combine to jiggle like a cocktail shaker the concoction that allows a super heroine to access her special powers and abilities.

 

 

A strong solid strike to the breasts of an Aphrodite gene super heroine can temporarily cause her powers to be jarred into a non-functioning state for several seconds or minutes depending on the savageness of the blow and the level of power the super heroine is at. A blow to the breasts can cause more of a disruption of powers to a higher level of an Aphrodite gene super heroine than a lower level one.  An Omega Woman or Breast Woman would notice and suffer from a loss of their flight ability and invulnerable states and breast blast attacks more readily than say Shield who possess only the Aphrodite’s gene super healing and some slight strength enhancements.

 

 

In Lydia’s case since she was not wearing her power belt which she needs to unlock her super powers in her gene with its extra vibrations, she had only her extra healing powers and these were momentarily disrupted by the second blow and thus she found herself dizzy with her head ringing like a church bell and spun around almost blind with the flashing of lights from behind her eye lids straight off her clamshell throne and straight into the swaying weaving tentacles themselves.

 

 

The mechanical octopus was more of a puppet running on a program of internal rather than external strings as it were. It ran on a set pattern of movements set in a loop. It had several pre-programmed arrays it could carry out and only two of those brought it anywhere close to the clamshell throne. Otherwise it mostly it just wiggled its arms up in the air. Of the two patterns that brought it close to the throne one pattern was designed to seem friendly and it performed to a light soaring score as it would pat the young mermaid upon the head and offer her a tentacle to lift herself up onto etc. the second was the angry mean attack program where the octopus would grab the girls wrists and waist and lift her up while flashing its red glowing eyes or else it would lash its tentacles about as props within the set reacted to its near miss attacks. There was as much a learned pattern for the mermaid as there was programmed into the octopus and of course Lydia had no idea what that learned acting was supposed to be.

 

 

But none of that really mattered now as Lydia found herself being bent over the back of the clamshell throne and various tentacles being pushed along her body and inserted into her exposed ass and puss as she franticly struggled against her cumbersome tail that did noting to prevent this insertions and the tentacles that held her wrists pinned  at her sides!

 

 

“I’m being raped by a Disney Land ride?!” Lydia shouted out in an almost disbelieving shocked panic. But it was true despite the innocent programming of the mechanical monster her current position had the tentacles binding her and invading her body in the most indiscreet ways possible. She looked up  at the shocked faces of what now must have been thirty men fighting for space in front of the mermaid wall and tried to smile at them which was a bit difficult as no sooner than she had parted her lips a large tentacle was thrust into her mouth and started raping her throat somehow managing to keep splendid time with the one in her anus and pussy?!

 

 

Lydia could think of nothing else she could do but wait out the looped program and fall away free when the creature returned to its beginning default station of hiding behind her clamshell throne. She would just have to endure the mechanical vibrating public rape as best as she possibly could until the looped program returned the creature back to its beginning position. Unfortunately while being so brutally banged Lydia just managed to kick the laptop off its seat upon the lip behind her throne with one spastic orgasm jerking leg and the little laptop fell hard upon the floor of the mermaid room where it cracked and detached its cables. The octopus stopped for one shuddering moment and then began to move again but instead of completing its loop it just pulsed and throbbed its tentacles inside of Lydia as it wavered in place.

 

 

“It’s stuck!” Lydia managed to shout as the tentacle in her mouth let her jerk her head off its throbbing tip. “Oh! And so am I!”  Lydia looked over to the glass wall pleadingly where she saw several men where unwittingly grinding their crotches against the glass and leaving sticky smeary trails across its surface. “Wow! That’s going to take a lot of Windex to clean up that lot!”

 

*************************************************************************************

 

While Lydia was being tentacle vibrator banged over and over again in front of an every expanding crowd of drunk horny old men. Brenda Wade and the rest of the evenings crowd found themselves suddenly confronting a stage act of female magicians who swooped through the audience and selected several volunteers. This included of course the loud boisterous Brenda who promptly found herself tied up and gagged and shoved inside a chest. The chest was then reopened and Brenda and the rest of the volunteers where gone!

 

 

It was only after all these people had vanished and the magician women had revealed snub-nosed machine guns and started gathering everyone up and collecting up the donation fish bowls that the drunk startled crowd realized that other than Brenda all the other press gang volunteers had been the female security guards! It was a robbery!

 

 

Down underneath the stage straddled over a gagged and bound Brenda Wade who lay on the floor amongst a pile of inert technicians and trussed up security women, the super villain COLD SNATCH smirked and smiled. “Well,” she talked over her shoulder to where one of the magicians in a scanty tuxedo typed like mad on a key board at one of the tech stations.

 

 

“It’s like you thought Cold Snatch, an easy haul. All the security guards have been taken out and the rest of the team is rounding up the loot from the amphitheater above us. And that dizzy blonde slut has about forty men ‘entertained’ in the elevator bank lobby. I have lost control of the octopus but it still is raping her mercilessly. I think she must be one of those rich bitch dildo cam whores because she really seems to be getting off on it!”

 

 

“Excellent! Have the girls finish collecting the goodies from the crowd above and then have them open the doors between the elevator bank lobby and the stage and have them shake down those horny old goats as well.’ Cold Snatch looked back down and smiled at Brenda Wade, “you always throw the best parties Wade! I am not really into all that dike bullshit like you and your comfortable shoes hairy armpit types but I do appreciate good goodie bags! And honey, you got some real nice ones!” Cold Snatch kicked the toe of her boot into Brenda’s huge fun bags and smiled as it made the wealthy icon’s eyes water. “Now, you know why they call me ‘Cold Snatch’ don’t ya hon? Well, it might because I snatch anything I want when I want and that I am utterly heartless and cruel or it maybe because of this little freak accident I had in the shower when I was a kid with what I thought was one of my mothers vibrators but which turned out to be just one of the twisted sick pieces of s & m devices her then boyfriend had left her bedroom.”

 

 

The super villainess smirked as she pulled her evening dress and panties aside revealing a white haired pussy from which frozen vapors began to rise. “I don’t know if it was the water or the sick twisted device or what but it seems to have awoken my Aphrodite gene in the most twisted fun way.” The young hour glass shaped woman rubbed her clit and moaned as a large ice cock emerged from her snow falling pussy. “You wouldn’t believe the shit I can do with this ice box of mine now.” She nodded over at the techs on the floor who Brenda realized for the first time where frozen corpses. “I can shoot frozen snowballs out of my puss and freeze just about anything solid. Or I can tie a man up and get him good and hard and then slip him in and oops! *snap*” the gray eyed woman laughed. “Or I can fuck a person very, very slowly until they are just one solid block of ice, isn’t that nice?”

 

 

Cold Snatch grabbed her ice cock and flipped Wade over onto her knees and face, “you should have seen the things I did to that boy friend of mom’s. But now Wade I am going to make you into a physical representation of that Ice Princess bitch that you are so known as. I am going to pop my ice wad so deep into your womb that you will be spitting ice cubes for  a week! Well if you survive that is?”

 

 

“Cold Snatch we have a problem. That little blonde attention whore just managed to wiggle off the octopus. She is still trying to get her land legs back but I think she may have to be dealt with. Do you want me to take care of her?”

 

 

“No you stay here and keep your eyes and ears on our team and keep a watch on the topside surveillance cams in case some one comes nosing around the elevators. I will take care of little miss golden puss.” Cold Snatch reached down and snapped off her ice cock with a shudder of pleasure and then rammed it up Brenda’s exposed wet snatch causing both women to yelp simultaneously. Cold Snatch winked at Brenda’s tearing eyes, “keep it warm for me honey.” And quickly left the room heading down the hallway to the mermaid crawlspace.

 

*************************************************************************************

 

Lydia staggered up off the hatch floor and gave the men pressed up against the thin wall aquarium tank wall a two fingered salute and drooling open mouth smile. Her own explosive jetting orgasm had soaked the inside glass wall with a thick milky coating, “Yep, gonna take a lot of Windex.”

 

 

She was trying to make her wobbly legs freshly freed from her cum soaked fish tail take her to the floor hatch so she could collect up her red sparkly dress and the donation bucket on the other side of her window when to her surprise a woman with white hair and dark eyebrows pushed her way through the hatch and slammed it closed putting one of her high heeled feet upon it and her hands on her hips and thus blocking her only exit.

 

 

Lydia gave the woman a quizzical smile and received a sharp punch on her button nose in reply! And then it was on. A cat fight under the sea. Without her power belt Lydia was really no match for the other woman who seemed to possess super powers of her own. But Lydia was younger and bustier so her available Aphrodite gene milk which her body consumed internally had a much larger ready supply for her to heal with and absorb the other woman’s aggressive damage. She also had several years of experience with wrestling men in tight quarters thanks to her years as a cheerleader and her often needing a ride from this place to that when the weather made her scooter impractical. And she knew the room better and she was the good girl so of course she would beat the bad bitch in the final showdown!

 

 

But mainly Lydia was lucky and she managed to twist and trip Cold Snatch into landing on the quivering arms of the mechanical octopus which snatched her up and held her just as the rest of Cold Snatches team burst through the dividing doors to the theater and proceeded to shout at the men pressed up against the glass wall to ‘freeze!’

 

 

About the same time the octopus grabbed Lydia who cried out, “Not again!” but blindly let her fall where her round ass shattered the lap top further and her legs kicked several more manual lever controls this way and that. This resulted in the octopus to begin uproariously slapping its tentacles about savagely and soon the aquarium inner glass wall was cracked and leaking! Lydia dodged the flailing arms and slipped down the hatch closing and securing it behind her as she crawled as fast as she could down the access tunnel until she reached the main tunnel. There she was met by a woman in a skimpy sexy tuxedo who fired off a whole machine gun clip at her which sent a shower of leaks jetting bay water into the hallway. Seeing this the woman’s eyes went wide and without a further ado she raced past the sprawled Lydia towards the elevator bank.

 

 

Lydia realized that the woman would reach the elevator bank before her and that she would be trapped here in the substructure which was now taking on significant water. Lydia ran towards the tech station and its under stage trapdoor lifts. There she was only slightly surprised to find Brenda Wade tied up with a very large ice dildo sticking out of her slobbering pussy. Lydia helped Brenda to her feet and then guided her to the stage lifts as well as piling on the security women as well. there was no time to untie or un-gag anyone as the cold salt water was already ankle deep. The techs were all dead so Lydia sent up the lifts full of squirming guards via the computer console and then she joined Brenda on her lift and used the manual control there to send it up and through the trap door of the stage.

 

 

The stage was an oasis of calm amongst a screaming fleeing mob of people who were racing through the large double doors of the theater who’s lights were flicking and whose structure was now moaning and swaying. People shoved each other this way and that and trampled one another as they raced to the elevators in the next room and seeing them hopelessly full and busy raced on past up the slanting hallway and its awkward to open double hatch airlock doors. Up and up into the great Aquarium Building it’s self they panic raced even though with the robbers the first to flee and the hallway opening slowly but steadily any real danger was not anywhere as great as the screaming thong seemed to make it out to be. But still they raced on destroying everything in their stampede and leaving the place deserted in less than five minutes time.

 

 

Lydia untied all the guards first who quickly branched out and helped those who had been knocked down to their feet and lead them away up the slopping incline up into the large aquarium building over head. Then she untied Brenda and un-gagged her.

 

 

Brenda through chattering teeth spoke as she removed the large ice dildo between her trembling legs, “you could have at least removed the ice dick from my puss before untying everyone else?”

 

Lydia giggled, “sorry thought you might be enjoying that.”

 

 

Brenda looked at the cum covered ice cock and raised an eyebrow as she tossed it over her head, “I was but that was not the point.”

 

 

Entering the now empty elevator bank lobby the two women stopped in front of the mermaid wall and gaped. There the inside glass had ruptured filling the small room two thirds full with water which having come into contact with Cold Snatches sub-zero pussy had frozen instantly solid. So there was Cold Snatch and the mechanical octopus frozen solid in a block of ice like a diorama of the super villain being raped.

 

 

“No doubt it was the sight of their leader being frozen solid that caused the rest of the gang to flee so suddenly.” Brenda frowned at the surly faced villainess. The dome creaked loudly and continued to sway, “well that and the fact that this place is about to implode.”

 

 

“Oh those witches! The took all my money!” Lydia stamped her naked foot making her mighty maiden mammaries leap and wobble as she glared over at the empty plastic clamshell and the lobster now missing his cartoon head.

 

 

“But they left the real prize behind.” Brenda nodded and smirked at the frozen Cold Snatch.

 

 

“You knew all along that she was going to rob this place didn’t you? And yet you made us leave our power belts back at Wade Manor.” Lydia frowned at Brenda with her hands on her full jutting hips.

 

 

“True, I reasoned that Cold Snatch could not resist such an easy mark. And the police commissioner was most anxious that her recent series of crimes be stopped and her put on ice. Ever since Bullcock got his, well, namesake snapped off by this ice snatch.”

 

 

“No great loss the guy was hung like a hamster,” Lydia sighed and crossed her arms under her huge rack in mirror to Brenda’s stance/

 

 

“True but the police have this thing about and eye for an eye and - say? How did you know that Detective Bullcock had a small penis?!”  Brenda Glowered over at her ward.

 

 

“Ah,” Lydia blushed and started to chuckle uneasily. “Well, I sort of - I mean I - well you see I - well I read it on the bathroom wall!”

 

 

Brenda immediately recovered from her growing anger and said, “oh,” completely believing the girl who sighed in relief. “Well let’s pack up our frozen fish stick here and get topside before this whole thing collapses.”

 

 

“Great I am starving! I haven’t had a bite all day! I could eat just about anything… as long as it isn’t octopus!” Lydia smiled, “I’ve have been stuffed with enough tentacles for one day.” 

 

**************************************************************************************************************************************************************************