Trial of Supergirl

 Chapter 8: Gains and losses

 

Athena awoke early the next morning, determined to do some of her own investigating before she returned to the station. She hurried from the shower and accessed the hidden door behind her closet. The wall opened and inside was several of her costumes and other gadgets she had found useful in her crime fighting career. A small vanity and mirror suddenly lit up once the door was fully retracted. To her right were several wigs lined along a shelf, below that hung uniforms and various costumes. On the vanity sat drawers of makeup and foam latex with skin charts and detail pencils. Athena turned her back to these items and removed one of the familiar satin blue and red Supergirl costumes that hung from opposite end. After all this time, she still felt the slight shutter of excitement when removing the short sexy skirt and top from its resting spot. She grabbed a pair of the red high heeled boots, her belt, and tossed her cape over her arm, turned and stopped.

            She turned back to the room. Her eyes moved along the entire area, looking for something she couldn’t explain. Something was different, something inside was out of place or strange but she couldn’t place what it was.

            “I must be loosing it.” She told herself still eyeing the room until the door finally closed. Athena brought herself back to the work at hand. She slipped into her costume and quickly forgot about the weird vibe in the closet. Her thoughts turned back to Conner, the overbearing wealthy gigolo that had somehow manage to entwine her in this mess.

            She knew his reputation of being a thrill seeking socialite well, the rich kid who thought he could do whatever he please. Run a multi-million dollar car ring just to brag about it before laying claim to some impressed hotel chain princess. But something didn’t add up. Even with the funds he siphoned off his family, if even that still existed, how could he have had the connections to persuade a federal judge to issue the arrest of Supergirl??

            There was something bigger here, or someone bigger. She doubted the snotty playboy could have plotted this by himself. She wondered if he was involved with a much larger chain, or crime organization. She knew that these syndicates loved celebrities for their access to things and places normal people didn’t have …and for their naivety.

            ‘Spoiled pervert.’ She thought as she made her way to the balcony and leaped into the early morning sky.

            She headed for the outskirts of town, away from the steel buildings and down into the suburbs where homes lined the streets. Even in the early morning, she carefully flew over the homes, careful to stay out of site. In the city, if passers by saw her, it may cause a stir, but here in the suburbs seeing Supergirl soaring overhead could cause a panic.

            She slipped over the rooftops and past treetops finally coming upon a modest brick home at the end of one of the streets. She rounded over the top of it and gently landed on the roof next to the chimney. Supergirl’s hand slid to the back of the chimney and removed a rectangular metal piece, painted to perfectly match the bricks of the smoke stack. She smiled then landed quietly along the side of the house.

            She glanced around then walked towards the back of it where a window peeked out at ground level. She peered inside, then tapped on the glass.

            Inside was a portly man wearing red rimmed glasses, sitting at a computer. Her tapping had gone completely unnoticed as his headphones blared loudly with the sounds of the video game he was intensely playing. His body jerked and rolled as his character fired on aliens on the large screen in front of him, totally unaware of his visitor. Supergirl sighed, rolling her eyes and then slowly focused her eyes on his bottom.

            A small red beam of light pin holed through the windows and found its mark. She was careful not to make it too powerful but the message was sent as the chubby man jumped from his seat holding his bottom.

            “Who’s there? Who is it?!” He jumped around excitedly, the headphone now pulled free of the computer but still cupping both his ears. Then he saw her at the window.

            “Supergirl?” his voice raised and he swallowed hard. He hurried to the window and lifted it wide. “I’m clean Supergirl…really…I haven’t  done nothing for a long time…” he babbled.

            “I’m not here for you.” She whispered. “well, I am but I need your assistance in a matter. Can I come in?”

“Um….” His eyes looked up at her and over her body, crotched at the windows. “You need help Supergirl?” he said “Is this something to do with that Kingsley thing? You know I saw them take you to jail on the television…you had this kinda funny look on you face and ….”

“Albie!” Supergirl cut him of, not willing to re-live the memory and feeling slightly embarrassed. “Can I come in?”

            “Well sure.” He smirked tossing his long hair from in front of his horrible red glasses. “But you’ll have to come through the window. If the front door opens my Mom will hear.”

            Supergirl’s face froze in stunned silence.

            “Really? Albie you’re 30 and living in your mother’s basement?”

            “Hey!” he barked back, “I had a six million dollar summer home on the beach before you and the cops took everything away. I flew to Paris for breakfast and Tokyo for dinner in the same day!” He shouted in a loud whisper. “Now I cant even go to the supermarket without setting this thing off!”

            He showed her a metal device around his ankle.

            “With money you skimmed from hundreds of companies illegally.” Supergirl said. “But maybe if you help me clear up a few things, I wouldn’t mind putting in a good word for you with your case worker. Maybe even have that device reset where you can go to the market or even farther…”

            “Don’t bother.” He snorted, laughing. “I already jimmied it.” He folded his arms and exhaled. “Come on in, I could always use some good referrals that may take some time off my house arrest. That is if YOUR name is still good… and I’m serious, you’re going to have to come through the window, Mom doesn’t like visitors this late or early”

            Supergirl silently kicked herself but she was sure he could help. She fell to the ground and slid backwards inside the window where Albie watch her climbing inside with a wide grin on his face. His head turning slightly to the right, as he glancing under her upturned skirt. His eyes grew wide as he ogling the view between her legs. He watched delighted as she slipped inside the room, her body sliding down the wall as her costume pulled and rode up her tight body.

            “This is ridiculous. I feel like a teenager sneaking in.”

            “Why? You wanna make out?”

Supergirl choked back the vomit that welled inside her throat. “Um, no. But I wonder if you still have your talent with hacking into systems?”

            “Of course I do but if that’s what you’ve come here for I cant help you. Under the conditions of my probation I’m not allowed to have any sort of communication device connected to my computer. The FBI monitors all our telephone lines and any signals in the area. And here in the suburbs we can’t even get cable…so sorry Supergirl, looks like you made this trip for nothing.”

            “And what about the antenna up top, painted to look like the roof?”

The pudgy man stopped for a moment. She could tell his mind was working on some believable explanation but all he could come up with was…”

            “Bird feeder?”

            “Looks more like a Russian made KA27-Ux uplink to me.” Supergirl said and the man looked at her with a certain admiration. “It usually links directly to a satellite in space using an untraceable raw signal, highly encrypted and almost completely undetectable. It’s what the deep cover Russian spy’s use. You aren’t a spy are you Albie? That would mean real trouble.”

            “NO.” the man blurted out. “Wow legs, you really are something. What do you need help with?” He smiled broadly moving distinctly towards her but was stopped suddenly by her unmoving hand.   

            “Um...I need to check some financial records of a judge, any contribution made that would go directly to him, or any company or supposed charity he may have.” She pushed him down in his chair and rolled him to the computer. The man clicked on the screen and flipped a hidden button just below the desk. At once the computer lit up and several windows popped up. Supergirl watched as dozens of pieces of information flashed on the screen. The chubby boy’s fingers seem to be going at lightning speed, even with her supervision she could barely keep up. He pounded away at the keyboard only taking a hand off now and then to adjust his bright red rimmed glasses and sip form a large cup.

            “Oh yeah, yeah…I see…oh that’s clever…” he mumbled.

            “What is it? Did you find something?” Supergirl asked as the screen suddenly went black. Her eyes darted back and forward waiting for something. “What happened Albie? Did you blow out something?”

            She turned and looked at the boy who was now leaned back reclining in his chair sipping form the large cup and smirking at her.

            “You were right Supergirl, this guy is dirty.”

            “I thought so.” She said watching the boy, waiting. “Can you show me then? Maybe print me up some of the documents?”

            ‘Something is up with him.’ She thought.

            “I could Supergirl, but first we’re going to have to give me some incentive…”

            “What?”

            “Yeah you see, I’m going to need something to motivate me…maybe if you removed something it would help me focus better…maybe stripping off some of that tight costume, hmmm?”he slurped.

            “Strip??? Are you insane?” Supergirl said.

            “No?” Albie clicked a switch and shut down the monitor. “Then we have nothing more to discuss. I only hope you fair well in prison.”

            Supergirl’s blood boiled. How dare this fat geek take this type of advantage of her!

            “I should pound you into pudding just for suggesting such a thing!”

            “Go ahead.” Albie pretended to ignore her. “When the police come, I will be forced to tell them what went on here…how you forced me to break into federal sites.”

            “Alright!” Supergirl growled. “But if you mention this to anyone…ANYONE…I will drop you off in the polar ice caps in your underwear! Got it?!!”

            Albie nodded his head quickly, switching the monitor back on and watching as Supergirl looked around the room. She checked to see if they were alone then undid her cape and brushed it aside.

            “Well, it’s a start, hmmm…” His fingers again began to race on the keyboard. “Here’s your judges financial portfolio, he has a number of bank accounts, stocks and he’s the founder of a charity. A very successful charity of which he draws a salary complete with bonuses. His largest contribution yet came just a day before you were arrested. Twenty-five million dollars claimed tax free from this company right here.”

            The screen went black again.

            “What company?” she looked at him and then sighed angrily. Supergirl stood up from her crotched position over his shoulder and unzipped her boot, sliding it off her shapely leg and tossing it next to her cape.

            The screen erupted again.

            “The company is a publically owned and just a front for a larger company. A kind of tax write off and something to funnel money through like a slush fund. The donation was actually made in check form from this company but an earlier record on their accounting books show a cash income from investment, that’s so there is no ones name on a check or no way it can be traced back.

            “So it goes cold there?”

            “Not really. People don’t just withdraw twenty-five million in cash everyday from a bank. Using a search I designed I can access every bank in the world and find which one matches that amount and the serial numbers on the dollars.”

            Supergirl was impressed. Her eyes watched as the screen flickered and then went black again.

            “GGRRRR…you little creep!” Supergirl quickly unzipped her other boot and tossed it into the pile of discarded items.

            “Hmmm…we’re getting there.” He smiled looking up and down at the barefoot superheroine beside him as the screen blipped on again. “Of course these guys are professionals and they withdrew from separate banks, but we can match large deposits from hundreds of banks to piece together the entire withdrawal and find what company or what individual had access to that amount of cash.

            “If we match up these eight withdrawals and cross reference the point of withdrawal we come up with twenty-five million all funnel to a bank in Washington. The screen disappeared again.

            Supergirl stood up again and looked down at her shrinking costume.

            “There had better be an end coming soon.” She huffed as she unclipped the yellow belt from her waist and tossed it on top of the other pieces.

            The screen flickered on again and Albie’s eyes looked her over with a smirk.

            “The Washington Trust files are right here, where the bills were verified and released to a secured courier.” His fingers clicked faster on the keyboard. “If we access the courier company’s files we can ID their client list and check their schedules that they have to file with the Feds. The courier was Thomas Kinkaid…”

            “Who cares who he is, where was he taking it to??” Supergirl said a bit agitated looking down at the remaining articles of clothing she had to bargain with.

            “Well,” Albie looked a bit put off for being interrupted, “his schedule shows delivering at this address….”

            Supergirl’s heart sank as the screen went dark. The smiling round face of the geek turned to her again, waiting.

            “Albie, this is ridiculous! Just..” she could read his face, there was no reasoning with him. Supergirl gripped the ends of her satin blue top. She turned her back to him.

            Albie’s eyes beamed as he watched her from behind. She lifted the tight fitted top from the bottom, pulling it up to expose her smooth slender back. His heart thudding hard now and throat welling he watched as she slipped it completely off, her large ample breast could be seen slightly from either side of her as she raised the top over her head and her long hair bounced behind her as she discarded the clothing. He stared at the naked Supergirl wearing only the tiny red skirt now. She turned to face him, cupping her hands over her breast the best she could.

            Supergirl’s anger welled inside her, she hated dealing with perverted scum like this but she need information only he could find for her. She took a breath and steadied herself and she walked back over to him, aware that his eyes were now all over her. She felt an uneasiness and embarrassment as she cupped her nipples in her hands to hide them from his view and tried to get through as best she could.

            “Continue.” She said waiting but found the chubby man only continuing to stare up at her luscious body. “Albie! Time is not a luxury I have.”         

            The man snapped back as if transfixed on her. He clicked more keys, his eyes darting from the screen back to the standing half naked Supergirl and back again in repetition.

            “Th-the courier shows it was taken possession by a Jim Zimmer,” he stammered. “Who works for…” the screen went blank again.

            “Wait, that’s not enough, that was too soon!”  Supergirl protested.

            “Sorry I don’t make the rules….oh wait, yes I do.” The now sweaty man smiled up at her looking her over hungrily.

            Supergirl’s blood boiled. She felt she had no control in this deal she had made with him. She turned sharply, angry at herself for allowing this to continue but he had to be close to something…something he was dangling in front of her. She turned her back to him again and slowly she eased the edges of her skirt until it floated down her curvy legs and to her feet. She could hear his heart racing and hoped he would not have a heart attack before they finished.

            Albie’s eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped as he watched the skirt removed. She wore high cut satin panties that meshed with the shape of her amazing ass. The shiny thin material creased between her ass as each stretch of the material shimmered from the lights. Her body was beautiful and he could feel his cock stiffening. She turned, of course she still cupped her tits but he could see the puff of satin mound between the gap of her legs. His eyes did not tear away from this area as she walked back over.

            Supergirl felt chills as she turned, she couldn’t stand the stare he was now beaming at her. She only clung to her panties but felt completely naked as her bare feet walked back to her spot next to him. A tingling of excitement seemed to well between her legs as the thought of herself being at the mercy of such a clumsy and disgusting boy was unimaginable. But here she stood, one last thing to barter before…she didn’t want to think of what was next, but she wouldn’t allow this to continue to far….would she?

            “You got your payment...now finish…” she tried to sound stern and intimidating.

            Smiling widely as his eyes darted back and forward again, for the first time his fingers stammered on the keyboard.

“Jim Zimmer works for the law firm of Whitney, Cooper and Schmit, who only have one client, a kind of Sicilian group of sharks who represent a single conglomerate.”

The screen died again and Albie turned to Supergirl with a large smile, falling back in his chair.

“But I think you know what needs to happen to get that info..”

Supergirl’s pulse raced. She was finally at the end of this but now he wanted her panties as well. She looked at the window, the sun was coming quickly, she didn’t have much time to ponder a way our, she had to make it back before they found her missing. Her blood boiled with anger, she thought of threatening the fat pervert, but knew somehow it wouldn’t have worked. Instead, slowly she lowered her hand and slid her finger between the top and leg opening of her panties on the right side. She pulled them down slightly; a sudden welling of moisture tingled between her legs. He had won, and she couldn’t escape this humiliation. She slipped the other side down slowly as the man panted just beside her. His eyes wide, his breath shallow as he now saw a few of her pubic hairs just peeking over the tiny triangle of half down costume.

“Whitney, Cooper and Schmit?” Supergirl stopped suddenly repeating the name of the law firm. Something appeared in her mind suddenly…the warrant that had been placed in front of her, that lawyer on the steps at the press conference. Something Conner had whispered to her as his lawyer watched her being fingered by the creep.

‘He’s on the payroll; he’s going to do anything to protect his client…no matter what…’ Her thoughts continued to the day. ‘…we’ve had them in the pocket since I was a kid…’

            “Kingsley!” Supergirl exclaimed.

            “Wha-what?” Albie looked at her confused, she had stopped, her fingers on the edges of her panties. His eye caught a sliver of sweat dripping down her taught belly and making its way just inside the small pouch of blue that remained hiding her sex. His eyes bulged as his heart raced.

            “Kingsley. It’s the family’s law firm. So that means…his father’s banking this scheme.”

            “What?..Yeah…um, no….wait!” Albie stuttered, watching suddenly as Supergirl pulled the straps upward again.

            “I thought his father had cut him off, but it seems he decided to help his wayward son after all. Maybe they couldn’t stand the family name or this kind of publicity ebbing at the company, so they decided to frame me instead. People with money always think they can twist things to please them, hmmff!”

            “Whaa…?” Albie watched in disbelief as he now watched her slipping back on the discarded costume. “Yeah…yeah you’re right.” He laughed maniacally, “But look, look there’s more!” His fingers danced on the keyboard again. “The old man, the father, that’s his personal lawyer, you see, the…the judge and he are even…..” his eyes looked panic stricken as she slipped her skirt on again, oblivious to his pleas. “Wait! You can’t leave me like this!” he begged.

            Supergirl was now almost completely dressed again. The sexy superheroine turned as she zipped the last boot on and picked up her cape. The pathetic boy was in full panic. He had never counted on her guessing the last piece of the game and now was jilted from his ultimate prize. She laughed at his situation; he sat clutching the arms of his chair, his cock pushing hard against his pants did nothing to hide his excited state.

            ‘Little pervert. How’s this for a lesson.’ She thought as she walked sexily over to him. She leaned into him closely, whispering in his ear.

            “Sorry Albie, better luck next time.” She could hear his heart pounding; he glanced over to her in the sexy costume just inches away from her, his eyes met her glistening lips. She noticed him and continued.

 “I was so desperate, so desperate who knows what I would have allowed you to do to me?” She smiled slyly, hearing him now panting from his mouth, “but I’ll tell you a little secret….tonight, when I’m alone in bed.” She paused for effect. “I’m going to be thinking about what happened here tonight, being naked, at your mercy, obeying all of your commands with no choice. I’ll be thinking of the things, the things I would have had to do for you, the positions you would have ordered me into and the depravity I would have had to suffer under you.” She purred pretending to be thinking of those thoughts. “Mmmmm, I feel so turned on just thinking about what could have been.” She threw him one last sexy stare and pulled away from him slowly, careful to arch her back just enough that her breast came within inches of his face.

Albie drooled, his lip trembling, wanting to say something but seemingly forgetting how to talk as the images whirled inside his mind. He watched dumbfounded as she walked to the small window.

“I..I..II..II...” he babbled, both hands now holding his throbbing member.

Supergirl gave him a sly smile, turning her head to stifle a giggle noticing the stain in his crotch from the gush underneath. She gave a look at the brightening sky, and elegantly soared out of the window and into the morning sky.