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.