Ms. Americana Fanfic

The Cult of Sammy– By Comix_Fana

Special Agent Quentin Sullivan and Special Agent Chris Townshend are my OC’s. Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Nightraven, Azure Angel and Commissioner Bordon are the creation of Mr. X.  Comments?  Feedback?  Drop me a line at

comix.fana@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

Prologue - Excerpt from Michael Sullivan’s journal

 

July 27^th, 2016

So what’s up…got lots on my mind lately.  First, there’s the mediation with my former producer to get at least a portion of the money he owes me…the fucking back-stabbing prick makes a profit out of my intellectual property, my music, my fucking brainchild and then he plays the victim to Social media calling me greedy…disgusting.

Crystal tells me I have a case for Court, but a Copyright infringement case could take years before I see a single red nickel, whereas through mediation, I can have my name added as co-author and help me recoup a portion of my royalties…co-author of my own music, what a fucking joke.  Oh well, at least I get some of my money back. 

The other thing very much on my mind is my love life…it’s been roughly three months and I’m still struggling to wrap my head around it.

Rachel Stevens, Crystal Warren, and me…that’s Rachel, my beloved girlfriend, the Erotic Supermodel who professed her love to me many times in spite of keeping a secret lesbian lover from me.  Which brings up Crystal, her secret lesbian lover, and my Lawyer.  No, correction, her secret bisexual lover; who became for lack of a better term my co-girlfriend.  Sounds weird, even to me.  And then there’s me, the has-been rock performer, composer and lyricist.

Once upon a time, Rachel and I were once touted as the “in” power couple; South Delta’s answer to John and Yoko.   These days, we’ve been rebranded as “immoral polygamists” by the gossip columnists, the Bible-thumpers and the talk-show hosts…yeah, some folks seriously have way too much time on their hands. What frustrates me the most is that I would have been perfectly happy in a monogamous relationship with Rachel, thank you very much.

But, while she did give up the softcore porn flicks for me, and added a clause in her photoshoot contracts to only pose with gay male models, and with other female models so I don’t get jealous; little did I know at the time that Rachel was bisexual.

So, what was bound to happen, happened.  Rachel began indulging in some pussy on the side; behind my back.  After God knows how long, plagued with guilt, she finally came clean.  I was furious!  My body felt numb, my ears were ringing, yet rather than showing any sign of strength of character, I forgave her.  I guess I’m a wimp around gorgeous girls.

She gave me a half-assed apology and repeated ad nauseam that it’s me she loves, that “it was just harmless sex”; as if it somehow made it acceptable. Yeah, yeah, the typical male pervert would think that I would have jumped at the chance for some of that action, but real life and fantasy are often two different worlds.

In one swift swoop, I found out that my beloved girlfriend was bisexual, was having a lesbian affair with my Lawyer, but supposedly still loved me in spite of her secret shenanigans.  When she quoted porn star Nina Hartley as an example of a working ménage à trois that could also work for us, I nearly laughed in her face! 

But that was her master plan all along: rather than losing me or Crystal, she wanted us both.  And what Rachel Stevens wants, Rachel Stevens gets.

How time changes one’s perspective…at first, Crystal, with whom I’d had thus far a purely professional relationship, had become the intruder, the homewrecker.  My feeling towards her went from anger, resentment and pure hatred to acceptance, attraction, fondness, and dare I say, love.  Yeah, so help me God, I think I love her too!

My life these days is like an ongoing X-rated reality TV show, complete with kinky sex and plenty of it.  Crystal actually has a place of her own, but she sleeps over quite a lot, and I’m not complaining.  In spite of her stiff, conservative exterior, Crystal is one hot, sensual babe in bed.  And the frequent threesomes blow my mind every time!

Perhaps my Roman Catholic upbringing is the culprit, my conscience keeps telling me that our ménage à trois is morally wrong.  But who are we hurting? Nobody.  We make each other happy, shouldn’t that matter above peer perception and antiquated morality concepts? I wish I knew. 

I guess I should hit the sack now...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1 - Not your typical morning

 

Crystal entered the master bedroom, stifling a giggle.  Mikey had fallen asleep with his TV still on, an infomercial touting the virtues of the latest cure for obesity gracing the screen.  She quietly bent down and removed her shoes, leaving them near the bedroom door.  Mikey was lying naked on his left side, facing the opposite wall, on top of the blankets.

“You sure have a sexy butt Mikey! And a hot, lean physique!” She thought, tip-toeing her way towards the bed, gently biting her lower lip.

Sure enough, Mikey sported a solid sleep boner that made her feel unusually aroused, given the early time of the morning.  She could feel her pulse racing, her mouth getting dry and her pussy getting wet. 

“Oh why the hell not? He’s my boyfriend too!” She thought, quietly slipping out of her pinstriped blazer and skirt, letting them drop to the hardwood floor.

Heart beating faster, she unbuttoned her mauve blouse, and tossed it aside in a dismissive gesture, watching it land on the bottom right corner of the Queen sized bed.  She reached behind her back and unclasped her black lace bra, unleashing her firm, shapely C-cup breasts.  She then slid her thumbs between the fabric of her panties and her skin, sliding them down along with her black pantyhose, bending over, eyes fixed on her co-boyfriend; hoping he wouldn’t wake up just yet.

She discarded them and straightened up, glad that her surprise wouldn’t be spoiled.  Stifling another giggle, she leaned forward bringing her face closer to Mikey’s erect cock.  Gently, she grabbed the shaft with her left hand and wrapped her lips around its head, licking it in a circular motion, tasting his deodorant soap; waking him up with a deep, pleasured moan. 

He rolled onto his back as he opened his eyes. She climbed next to him in bed, pressing her breasts against his thighs, her lips still firmly wrapped around his glans.

“Hmmmhh Crys?  I thought you had an early morning at the office?” he said, in a low, moaning voice.

She snickered, now stroking his shaft with a firm but gentle grip.

“Call this an early prepping session as it were…I could use burning off some nervous energy before our 1pm mediation; and I’m sure some sexual calisthenics would help settle your nerves too.  I have plenty of time to file whatever paperwork is on my desk today!” she said, smiling as she straightened up, getting ready to straddle him.

“I love the way you think counselor, but wouldn’t this…whoa, you’re so tight…qua…moan…qualify as con…gasp…conflict of interest?” he moaned as she impaled herself on his hard shaft, sensually rolling her hips.

She exhaled slowly, a long, soft sexy hiss; an expression of pure pleasure on her face.  She grabbed his wrists, guiding his hands to her breasts.

“Knead ‘em Mikey, knead ‘em good!  You know how it turns me - OH GOD YEAH! Con…Hmmmhh…conflict of interest indeed, on paper, our slutty…OH GOD THAT’S DEEP! Our slutty girl Rachel is your partner, thus…thus…” she yelped, as his warm hands delivered the desired massage with passion.

“Thus no conflict right?” he said, trying to push himself up with his left foot, to roll her over and be on top.

“Oh no you DON’T!” she said, grabbing his wrists, pulling his hands away from her breasts and pushing them down, pinning them behind his head.

“Whoa, Crys, what gives?” he groaned, frowning.

“I’m in charge here Mikey! I’m hot for a quickie, not one of your marathon fucks!  I’m gonna lie down on you, grind my clit on your pubis and when I cum, I want you to pump into me like a jackhammer and fill me up with your spunk; is that clear?” she said, trying to give him a stern look, betrayed by the smirk on her lips.

He looked at her, eyebrows arched and gape-mouthed.

“Yes ma’am! I guess now I know who wore the pants in that relationship!” he said, as she let go of his wrists, sliding down on top of him.

“Oh Mikey, you have no idea!” she moaned, nuzzling him, her hands resting on his shoulders as she began grinding her clit against his pubis; eyes shut.

He gently brushed his fingertips against the nape of her neck, shoulder blades, then down to the small of her back, finishing on her firm, toned buttocks with a firm grip; making her coo her approval.

Her coo turned into a lengthy, low moan as every erogenous zone of her body reacted to the physical stimulus.  Her nipples rubbing against his chest, her clitoris grinding against his pubis, and his hard shaft slowly penetrating her tight pussy all sent signals to the pleasure center of her brain, overloading it.  If she wanted a quick orgasm, she was succeeding.

“Hmm now Mikey, fuck me harder Mikey, fuck me faster!  FUCK MEEE! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! C…C…CUMMING!” She shouted, as he vigorously pumped his cock into her.

“Oh God Crystal, I’m gonna CUM TOO…” he blurted out, panting.

“Don’t hold back Mikey, I wanna feel it dripping out of me!” she said, her voice taking a seductive, husky tone.

He came, squeezing her firm buttocks a bit harder, each internal cum shot punctuated by a hard thrust and deep grunt.  Spent, she kissed him, her entire body going limp on top of his, cum oozing out of her vulva and onto his balls, making its way between his legs and pooling near his anus.

“Okay…definitely need a shower…” he mumbled, making her laugh.

“I’ll join you…I could use a birdbath myself!” she said, giggling.

They kissed again, as their cell phones simultaneously alerted them of an incoming text message.

 

Chapter 2 – Coming Clean, or something close to it

 

Relaxing in her San Angelo deluxe Hotel Suite, Erotic Supermodel Rachel Stevens watched an episode of the Shondra Cain talk show with great interest.

“That bitch Cain slung enough mud at Mikey, Crystal and me, I’ve been waiting for someone to take her down a few notches…if that Brenda Wade is as formidable as they say, I’ll enjoy this show; thoroughly.” She thought, lying naked in her luxury Suite’s King sized bed.

On set, Special Agent Quentin Sullivan discreetly practiced deep breathing to keep his composure as well as his blood pressure down.

“I still can’t believe Dana talked us into doing this…that Shondra Cain makes Oprah look like Mother Theresa!  Agreed, the rumor mill was already going wild, conspiracy theories that jeopardized Brenda’s secret identity were running rampant in spite of us being discreet, so it’s damage control time…give them part of the truth to protect Ms. Americana…” a morose Quentin Sullivan ruminated, as the man-hating, extremist feminist hostess spewed her biased rhetoric; painting Brenda Wade as a ‘traitor to the cause’ and Quentin Sullivan as the devil who corrupted her.

“Yeah, the bitch is being true to herself…I wish she’d shut up and let Ms. Wade and her boyfriend talk…he kinda reminds me of Mikey, if a bit younger and broader shouldered…” Rachel mused, absent mindedly touching her clit with her right middle finger.

Brenda started at Shondra with a stern expression, waiting for her to finish her tirade and actually ask a question, which finally came.

 “So, after years of painting men as the enemy and shutting down rumors of any relationships to preserve your image…” Shondra began, soon interrupted by a defensive Brenda Wade.

“As well as rumors claiming that I’m a man-hating lesbian Shondra, if we’re going to address rumors, let’s address them all!” Brenda Wade said, frowning, arms crossed, trying to keep her tone civil.

“That’s it Brenda baby, let her have it!” Rachel thought, grinning, rubbing her clit a bit faster.

Shondra flashed them a smug smile.

“Fair enough, but after so many years of keeping your relationship with Mr. Sullivan a secret…” Shondra continued, once again being interrupted by Brenda.

“Special Agent Sullivan if you please?  If you’re going to vilify him as the man who corrupted the Champion to the Feminist cause as you call it, you might as well address him appropriately, shouldn’t you?” Brenda said, dryly, obtaining a loud gasp for the audience.

“Wait, what? Special Agent Sullivan? No wonder he reminds me of Mikey; that’s his cousin Quentin, the one he brings up every once in a while, the FBI Agent!  Whoa, his girlfriend’s hot, and loaded! Agreed, Mikey, Crystal and I are hardly starving, but still, wow!” Rachel thought, alternating between slower and faster rubbing speeds, feeling her pussy getting gradually wetter.

“My apologies, Special Agent Sullivan, my question was actually going to be, why now? Why go public and potentially ruin said reputation, as the Champion to Women’s rights?” Shondra asked, taken aback, straightening herself up.

Calmly, Quentin chuckled, slowly shaking his head in disbelief.

“You find this funny Special Agent Sullivan?” Shondra said, with an insulted expression on her face, making a quotation marks gesture with her hands as she said “Special Agent”.

Quentin gave her a pleasant smile, frustrating her.

“Oh Shondra, you poor, misguided soul! The chip on your shoulder is so large that you can’t see the forest from the trees!” Quentin said, making Brenda laugh out loud and obtaining jeers from the audience.

“Oh I like him! It’s the first time I see that bitch so flustered!” Rachel thought, now inserting the tip of her finger in her vulva; repressing a gasp.

 “Chip on my shoulder?  Misguided soul? Why you condescending, pedantic male chauvinistic…” Shondra blurted out, livid.

Throwing her head back against the pillows, Rachel laughed heartily.

“Oh, go ahead Shondra, call him a male chauvinistic pig!  Give us a reason to walk the hell out!” Brenda snapped, livid; drawing a hush from the audience and leaving Shondra staring gape-mouthed.

“Oh, this is getting good!” Rachel mumbled, resuming her clitoris massage.

“If anyone’s been condescending and downright obnoxious since this interview started it’s you!” Brenda added, staring a hole through Shondra’s face.

“Now wait just a…” Shondra tried to interject, to no avail.

 “No you wait just a minute! It’s pretty darn clear that you had no intention of being objective or professional.  This was nothing more than another one of your shock TV burial pieces, which could seriously undermine our work at the Wade Foundation and you ruin the spotless reputation of a decorated Federal Agent.” Brenda hissed, feeling her pulse racing.

“As well as her reputation Shondra.  I realize that mud-slinging is in your job description, but what of the women who rely on the Wade Foundation?  Have you given them even a second thought?” Quentin added, calmly.

“Oh I love this!” Rachel said out loud, chuckling, now firmly massaging her pussy with her right hand.

The crowd in attendance was now showing signs of switching sides. Smiling, and demonstrating uncommon grace under pressure, Quentin continued.

“Based your tirade, you seem to believe there is no middle ground.  A feminist must by definition hate all men, and heck, while we’re at it, she by default has to be a lesbian?  Well I got news for you, not all feminists are men-haters, not all lesbians are feminists or men-haters; and not all men are chauvinistic pigs or abusive slime-balls.  Many of us, believe it or not, are actually nice, decent guys.” Quentin said, enjoying the frustrated expression on Shondra’s face.

Some members of the audience applauded politely.  Brenda smiled, reaching for his right hand with her left.  Smiling from ear to ear in the privacy of her Hotel Suite, Rachel slowed down her masturbatory massage; now completely engrossed in the interview.

“The mission of the Wade Foundation remains the same.  Our Help Centre for abused women still provides legal assistance, counseling, medical treatment and safe haven for women victims of domestic abuse.  We also offer that same support for runaway girls, and rehab for alcohol and drug abuse.  My relationship to Quentin – Special Agent Sullivan – changes nothing.” Brenda added, casting Quentin a loving glance.

“You tell her sister!” Rachel mumbled, realizing that she was near orgasm.

Shondra nodded thoughtfully, as the audience applauded a bit louder.

“Point taken, but going back to my original question, why wait so long to come forward?” Shondra asked; resigned to tread carefully.

Brenda and Quentin looked at each other then back at Shondra.

“Your own initial reaction says it all, doesn’t it?  It was as if none of Brenda’s past accomplishments mattered any longer.  That’s why we waited so long.” Quentin said, in a calm, pleasant voice.

“Hmmm makes sense…” Rachel moaned, now liberally finger-fucking herself.

To Brenda and Quentin’s surprise, Shondra smiled sheepishly and nodded.

“Guilty as charged.  I won’t readily admit that this is a burial piece; but I will admit guilt at jumping to conclusions…” Shondra said, as members of the audience mumbled amongst themselves.

“Well I’ll be damned!” Rachel exclaimed, interrupting her masturbation.

“And perhaps, shall we say, showing the slightest hint of bias?” Brenda asked, eyebrows arched.

“More than a hint, yes, it’s part of who I am; opinionated, abrasive, and a downright bitch at times!” Shondra said, obtaining laughter and an amused applause at that admission.

Rachel sat up, staring gape-mouthed at the TV set, dumbfounded.

“Now to finish answering your question, keeping our relationship a secret has been a challenge to say the least.  Brenda is a high profile public figure, and my line of work could have placed her life in jeopardy.  Now that I have a desk assignment, working as a She-Legion consultant, we talked it over and decided it was time; we might as well own up to it and go public.” Quentin said, smiling.

“Desk assignment…what a load of crap!  And as Ms. Americana, Brenda can hold more than her own in a fight!” He thought, privately.

All thoughts of sex now out of her mind, Rachel reached for the remote control and increased the volume.

“And speaking of accomplishments, as an active FBI agent, Quentin has helped dismantle several child pornography rings, shot down a sex slavery ring that was being setup right here in Delta City, and he holds an unholy disdain towards wife beaters and rapists…tell me again how our relationship discredits my status as a feminist?” Brenda added, followed by more applause.

“Knockout punch Brenda baby, go for it!” Rachel cheered, shouting at the TV.

“I must humbly admit that it doesn’t; in my opinion it actually enhances your status as a feminist, but…please don’t get mad at me for asking, but you brought up the She-Legion, how does it make you feel Ms. Wade?  The man you love working closely with those attractive, scantily-clad women?” Shondra asked, this time met with the disapproving mutterings of her own audience; one elderly woman actually heard shouting “Ah come on!”

“Gotta give the bitch credit, she’s persistent!” Rachel mumbled, rolling her eyes.

“Actually, that’s a fair question Shondra.  I am immensely proud of Quentin’s involvement with the She-Legion.  Ms. Americana herself stated that the occurrences of She-Legion members being outsmarted, sexually assaulted and humiliated by criminals have been reduced drastically since Quentin became involved.” Brenda said with great conviction, hoping that she sounded convincing enough.

“Yeah baby yeah!” Rachel shouted, as if she were watching a boxing match.

“Agreed there are still the few sporadic instances where a She-Legionnaire doesn’t follow procedures and protocols and finds herself in jeopardy; but I’m happy to say that my little sisters are watching each other’s backs, and that makes a world of difference” Quentin added, with a proud look on his face.

“He’s one hunky beefcake, smart too…not that I’m complaining about Mikey but…if it were possible to switch places with Brenda Wade, be it for a few hours…” Rachel mumbled, once again masturbating.

“Little sisters, I like that!” Shondra said, smiling. 

“And while we’re at it, we might as well address the rumors of Quentin and Ms. Americana having an affair – yes, I’ve heard them all – and they’re complete hogwash.  Ms. Americana is a close, personal friend of mine, and Quentin sleeps in bed next to me every night; thank you very much.”  Brenda said, with a smug smirk on her lips.

Quentin grinned, giving Brenda’s hand a loving squeeze as the audience applauded heartily.  With that round of applause, Rachel reached orgasm.  Giggling like a Schoolgirl, Rachel reached for the remote control and switched off the TV set.

“Fun’s fun but I can’t wait for this photo shoot to be done and over with.  I miss Mikey and Crystal, if it weren’t for contractual obligations I’d be on the next plane to Delta City this minute.  I may fantasize about Cousin Quentin, but I do love Mikey; and he’s been more than accommodating about my bisexuality.  And Crystal’s been amazing, open-minded enough to try heterosexual sex…and the gamble paid-off.  She’s bi, just like me.  My eyes may stray…but I won’t risk what we have.  Ever.” She thought, getting out of bed, in want of a hot bath.

She walked to the bathroom and turned on the taps.

“I wonder if Mikey and Crystal got my text that I made it to the Hotel alright…” She wondered, adding some bath salts to the water.

 

Chapter 3 – Later that day

Unwinding in the Jacuzzi of Brenda Wade’s third residence – the one used when they needed privacy – Special Agent Sullivan’s cell phone rang.  He reached for it from the edge of the tub, glad that it was waterproof.

“Sullivan here…what, who?  Mikey?  Holy shit Cuz, how’ve you been?  Yeah, I realize South Delta isn’t that far but I’ve been so busy with Bureau work…okay wait; let me put you on speaker phone!” Quentin said, smiling as Brenda cast him a curious look as she took a sip of wine.

“Yeah Cuz, like I was saying, daily life’s taken a toll on the both of us.  Living so close yet unable to make the time…me with recording, gigging, and my recent mediation issues with my ex-producer; you with Bureau work…” the voice of Michael Sullivan said, though the cell phone’s speaker.

“Yeah, I read about that in the Newspapers, how’d that go?” Quentin asked, as Brenda put her wine glass back down on the edge of the tub, smirking as she pressed her right foot against Quentin’s erection.

“Complete success Cuz, my wonderful and attractive attorney Crystal Warren has mediated me a deal that not only adds my name as co-writer to my ex-producer’s acts of thievery; but I’ve received a cool certified cheque in the amount of $250,000.00 in back royalties.  Still not as much as I would have gotten had we taken it to Court, but better than nothing, with no risk of the case being buried in red tape for the next 10-15 years.” Mikey said, in a satisfied tone of voice.

“Hey congrats Mike!  I didn’t realize Quentin had rock stars in the family!” Brenda interjected casting Quentin a mischievous smile, rubbing his cock with her smooth foot.

“And he never told me he dated billionaires! Mind you some years ago he did mention a certain Brenda who broke his heart…mentioned her quite a few times in fact!” Mikey replied.

Quentin rolled his eyes, as Brenda laughed heartily, her massive breasts shaking merrily; still rubbing his erection with her foot.

“Guilty as charged Mikey, though I did make it up to him since then!” Brenda said, smiling warmly at Quentin.

“In spades!” Quentin said, returning her smile.

“Say, I saw you on the Shondra Show; thank you both from the bottom of my heart for humbling that bitch!  I apologize for the word “bitch” Brenda, but she slung so much mud at Rachel, Crystal and me that we’ve been waiting for the day she’d get hers!” Mikey said.

“Hey, Shondra admitted she was a bitch, no need to apologize Mikey!” Brenda said, enjoying the flustered look on Quentin’s face as he tried not to let her foot job distract him.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I feel like celebrating!  Tell you what, I live at 600 Liberty Towers, Penthouse Suite 2105. Why don’t you and Brenda come over for cocktails?  Agreed, Rachel’s away on a photo shoot, but Crystal will come over once she’s done at the office.  I was vindicated in mediation and you guys took down big bad Shondra; what do you say?” Mikey asked.

“Sounds great Cuz, how does 6pm sound?” Quentin said, reaching underwater for Brenda’s other foot, making her giggle a bit louder.

“6 would be perfect, Crystal should be home by then! See you soon!  Looking forward to meeting you in person Brenda!” Mikey said.

“Feeling’s mutual, I’m looking forward to meeting one of Quentin’s relatives!” Brenda said, becoming increasingly aroused with Quentin masturbating with both her smooth, perfectly pedicured feet.

“Bye Cuz, see you at 6!” Quentin said, moments before Mikey hung up, disconnecting the call.

“You are one naughty young lady, Brenda Wade!” Quentin said, feeling his erect cock throbbing between Brenda’s warm feet.

“And what’s my punishment, Quentin Sullivan?” Brenda replied, covered in goosebumps from anticipation.

“How about I ram this stiff rod in your tight cunt, doggy-style?” Quentin said, his voice sounding unusually hoarse.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me Quentin!”  She said, pulling her feet away.

She stood up, turned around and leaned forward against the edge of the Jacuzzi, nearly knocking her glass of wine to the tiled floor and teasingly wiggling her shapely rump at him.

“Do it then, punish me, I’ve been a bad girl!” She said, breathless, her Aphrodite pheromones permeating the air in the luxurious bathroom, making them both horny out of their minds.

He propped himself up using the sides of the Jacuzzi for balance, taking care not to slip.  He grabbed Brenda’s waist with his left hand, guiding his cock to her wet vulva with his right.  Grunting in unison, Brenda exhaled as Quentin slowly slid his manhood inside her tight, hot, moist core; savoring every second, moving his right hand to the other side of her waist.

“You sure know what drives me crazy Quentin…penetrating me nice and slow…and deep!  Just before pounding me senseless!” Brenda moaned, a pleasure ball of fire building up deep within her.

“Or I could… tease you a bit longer…pull out nice and slow…” he said, performing the described action, making her moan loudly.

“…then slide back in, nice and slow, all the way in…” he said, his voice taking a suave, hypnotic drone.

“Don’t stop!  Harder!  Faster!” She grunted, as his pistoning increased in speed and intensity; slamming her ass into his crotch, meeting his thrusts, the ball of fire in her loins growing in intensity.

“GOD YEAH!” he roared, giving her muscular right buttock a playful swat.

“AW! Oh God Quentin just like that! Hmmm cummiiiiing!” she wailed, in prey of a powerful orgasm.

Quentin slowed down his hard pistoning to a slow rocking of his hips; allowing Brenda to catch her breath.

“Pull…pull out and take a break hot-shot, I want Old Faithful to build-up a gusher! I’m craving that hot tongue of yours all over my pussy!” she said, looking over her shoulder.

Quentin gave her rump a smooth caress with both hands and pulled out.  He knelt down in the hot tub, bringing the water level about an inch above chest height. With a lustful expression on her face, Brenda turned around and sat back down, putting her right leg on top of his left shoulder, and then her left leg on his right shoulder. 

She grabbed onto the safety handles on the sides of the hot tub as Quentin firmly grabbed her hips, bringing her crotch to his mouth.  Brenda exhaled blissfully, feeling the warm, bubbly water caressing her back, as Quentin’s tongue went to work on her clitoris, labia and vulva.

“Yeaaahhhh…like that…let go of my hips and play with my tits Quentin…” she moaned, wrapping her muscular legs behind his neck.

His tongue tasted her love juices, as he licked her vulva, labia and clitoris in a clockwise, circular motion.  Quentin slid his hands from her hips up her waist, ribs, then zeroed in on her basketball-sized G cuppers with a passionate squeeze; pushing them together and pulling them apart as she began breathing faster.

“Oh yeah baby, oh yeah baby! Don’t stop, don’t stop, DON’T STOP!” she wailed again in an unusually high-pitched voice; her entire body tensing up as she reached orgasm number two, and then going entirely limp.

Recognizing the signs, Quentin gently kissed her clitoris, tenderly caressing her breasts, abdomen and hips.

“Galaxies…what an orgasm! Your turn now Quentin, I bet you’ve built up quite the gusher!” she said, releasing her head-scissors and pulling herself back into a sitting position.

She splashed water on her massive breasts to make them slippery; and pushed them together, casting Quentin a mischievous look.

“Fuck’em baby, I want that hot, sticky cum all over my chest!” she said, in a sensuous voice.

“Don’t have to ask me twice!” he said, with a lustful grin on his face, putting his hands on her shoulders for balance as he slid his erect cock between her firm, flashy breasts.

“Yeaaahhhh…like that baby, fuck my tits!” she said, sticking out her tongue suggestively towards her cleavage.

“Ohh God baby that’s so fucking hot!” he grunted, panting.

“Yeah!” she said, her voice taking a sexy falsetto.

“Your tits feel so good!” he said, on the verge of orgasm, but wanting to savor every precious second.

“Yeah!” she yelped, her falsetto taking a noticeably excited edge.

“I feel your nipples rubbing against my groin, that’s so hot!  God Brenda I’m gonna cum!  I’m gonna cum!” he blurted out in a hoarse voice, no longer able to delay his orgasm.

“Do it! DO IT! Cream me!” she shouted, egging him on, as he pulled away to aim Old Faithful all over her massive bosom, a few salvos hitting her chin, opening her mouth to take in one salvo for good measure.

“You…are…amazing!” he said, catching his breath.

“Plenty of amazing to go around baby boy!” she said with a wink, rinsing off her chest, mouth and chin in the hot tub water.

“That’s gonna be a merry mess to clean…” he said, watching his cum floating in the water, unable to repress the thought that it reminded him of egg-drop soup.

“Sonic auto-clean and a robotic auto-filter Quentin, this water will be crystal-clear when we have our next session!” she said, smiling warmly.

“Your technology scares me sometimes!” he said, chuckling, pulling her closer in a warm hug.

“Now let’s towel off, have some supper, and then meet your Cousin for cocktails!” she said, leaning in for a kiss.

 

Chapter 4 – Emergency

 

Comfortably sitting on a large cream colored leather couch, Michael Sullivan, Crystal Warren, Brenda Wade and Quentin Sullivan sipped on martinis, making small talk.

“I’d be lying if I said I’m totally cool with Rachel’s line of work; some of her male co-stars make me feel kind of inadequate…” Mikey said, rolling his eyes, with a shrug.

“Oh stop it, you’re an attractive man, attractive enough to make me realize I’m bi, not lesbian! Now I don’t think I’m making any big revelations by saying Mikey, Rach and I are in a ménage à trois?” Crystal said, bringing her glass to her lips.

“No, no big revelation. After all, it was front page news of most current affairs columns; and that bitch Shondra sure milked it for all it’s worth.” Quentin said, rolling his eyes.

“Good for you I say!  Love comes in many forms, and must be celebrated, not repressed!” Brenda said, smiling warmly.

Crystal gave Mikey’s left knee a teasing squeeze.

“Amen to that! There’s already too much hatred in this world.  Those who judge have no lives of their own, period.  There is such a thing as privacy for crying out loud!” Quentin said, with a touch of anger.

“That being said, I agree with Mikey on this point: Rach makes a living out of soft core porn…it’s not exactly easy or comfortable to watch someone you love fucking on screen with other partners, and seemingly enjoying it!” Crystal said, now affectionately patting Mikey’s lap with her free hand.  

“Bingo, while it may be glorified erotica with no actual intercourse, no close-ups of the private parts and no money shots; it’s still hard to shake the feeling that you’re watching your girlfriend cheating on you for the world to see!  On the other hand, Rach is usually extra affectionate after a shoot!” Mikey said, with a wink.

Quentin’s cell phone buzzed.  He put his glass down and pulled his cell phone from his jacket pocket; glad that Brenda kept hers on silent when they were out in public together.

“She-Legion alert; sorry guys, I gotta take this…Sullivan here, yes Lady Midnight, what’s up?  Damn, talk about rotten timing, give me the lo-down…” Quentin said, involuntarily clenching his jaws, as Lady Midnight described the emergency.

“What’s up Cuz?” Mikey asked, concerned.

“Something dire, if the She-Legion is paging him on a day off!” Brenda said, in a low voice.

“Alright, locating that chopper is priority one; have Got Gal scan every control tower in a ten kilometre radius around that Hotel, starting an hour prior to the heist and onwards.  Have the She-Legion Jet on standby.  I’ll put a rescue team together composed of Ms. Americana, Special Agent Townshend and myself.  Yes, that’s a great suggestion, have Flag Girl and Nightraven join us at the hangar.  Thanks Lady Midnight, hold the fort!” Quentin said, terminating the call.

“Whoa Cuz, love the take charge attitude!” Mikey said, genuinely impressed.

“Looks like you’ll need a ride to She-Legion Central!  Mikey, Crystal, sorry we have to cut this soirée short!” Brenda said, standing up.

“No worries Brenda, your boyfriend has responsibilities!” Crystal said, giving her a friendly hug.

“Yeah, raid in a Hotel, the perps got there in a helicopter, got in through the roof, and left with hostages so the police wouldn’t follow…the She-legion was called in to assist. I’ll tell you all about it when they are found and the hostages are safe!” Quentin said, giving Mikey a firm handshake.

“Can’t wait, go get ‘em Cuz!” Mikey said, smiling.

Brenda and Quentin left, and made their way to the elevator.  With a sigh, he pressed the elevator button, looking pale. She looked at him, worried.

“There’s something you didn’t want to say in front of them isn’t there?” she asked, as the elevator doors opened.

They stepped in, and Quentin nodded. The door slid shut, and Quentin looked at her.

“You’re not kidding. The San Angelo Grand is the Hotel that got raided.  The leader was reportedly screaming ‘All hail the Cult of Sammy’…” Quentin said, with an absent look on his face. 

“San Angelo, that’s on the West Coast, no wonder we’ll need the jet; and Sammy…wasn’t that Pirate King’s alias?” Brenda asked, frowning.

“Yep, and that’s not all…one of the hostages matched the description of one Rachel Stevens, Erotic Supermodel and third member of Cousin Mikey’s loving threesome.” Quentin said, sweat beading on his forehead.

Brenda nodded thoughtfully.

“Until we can confirm that it was in fact Rachel Stevens who was kidnapped, there isn’t much point in worrying Mikey and Crystal…though they’re likely to find out once the heist makes the news.” Brenda said, removing her glasses.

“The news outlets can only report that a robbery happened and hostages were kidnapped.  The identity of the kidnappees will remain unconfirmed until we’re done; the moment the San Angelo authorities contacted the She-Legion for help, Lady Midnight’s D.A. alter ego requested a gag order on the details of the heist.”  Quentin said, smirking in spite of the circumstances.

“Well played Ms. Grier, well played!  And like your Cousin said, love your take-charge attitude, I find it…extremely sexy!” Brenda said, whispering the last words for good measure.

“Now, now Ms. Wade, business before pleasure…though you can make it real hard for me to focus!” Quentin said, as the elevator’s bell chimed, indicating that they had made it to the parking level.

Brenda chuckled charmingly.

“I make you hard period!  But you’re right, innocent lives may be in danger and if Pirate King’s decided to make a comeback…we need to focus.” Brenda said, leaning in for a kiss before stepping out of the elevator.

 

Chapter 5 - Breakdown of a heist

 

As they drove off, Brenda flipped a switch on her BMW’s dashboard.  Now under the cover of an instant fog, courtesy of Wade Enterprises, she flipped another switch on the dashboard, transforming the BMW into her brand new Americana Sports Coupe.  Steering with her left hand, she tapped a button on her concealed power belt, instantly changing into Ms. Americana.

Quentin cast her an admiring look, and pulled his cell phone from his jacket pocket as the artificial fog dissipated. 

“Remote linkup, access code Sullivan 1.1 do you copy?” Quentin said.

“Access code approved, welcome Agent Sullivan, linkup complete.  How may I be of assistance?” Annie, the mainframe computer’s electronic voice, enquired.

“Enter conference mode, I need Special Agent Townsend and the She-Legion members on duty in the loop, copy?” Quentin asked.

“Conference mode engaged, please say a command.” Annie replied.

“Please compile the data obtained by Got Gal and extrapolate the trajectory followed by the helicopter used by the so called Cult of Sammy and its ensuing destination.” Quentin asked.

“Compiling data and extrapolating, this may take a few minutes Agent Sullivan.” Annie said.

“Please advise us when ready Annie, Lady Midnight, do you copy?” Quentin said.

“Lady Midnight here Sully, what’s your ETA?” Lady Midnight asked.

“We should be at the hangar in 15 to 20 minutes, depending on traffic.  Could you pull Pirate King and Sea Witch’s files? I can’t shake the feeling they’re behind this heist.” Quentin said.

“A copter-riding pirate?  Why not, gimme a sec…here goes: Pirate King, alias Waldo King, alias “Sammy”.  Unemployed bio-engineer, had found work as an assistant floor manager at a Walmart, became unhinged and lost that job after a fight with a disgruntled customer and turned to crime.  Currently at large, no pun intended; with several millions worth of unrecovered currency and jewelry at his disposal.” Lady Midnight said, taking a short pause.

“Five more minutes until compilation complete.” Annie’s voice interjected.

“As we all know, Pirate King attempted a crime alliance with the Geek and Panthris, only to be betrayed by them.  He had undergone extensive plastic surgery to change his appearance; was last seen clean-shaven and minus the eye-patch when we apprehended the crime alliance; but still managed to give us the slip.” Lady Midnight continued.

“Which comes as no surprise, historically, pirates used the eye-patch for improved night vision during night raids and had nothing to do with losing an eye.” Ms. Americana said.

“Indeed. In the case of Sea Witch, alias Pirate Queen, alias Samantha Jones, she was a former aerobics instructor, stripper and petty thief.  Waldo King was one of her regulars at the strip club where she used to perform.  Infatuated with King and seduced with promises of easy riches and of an idyllic, leisurely life on a tropical island, Samantha Jones became Pirate King’s Queen.  She was incarcerated after we defeated the crime alliance; and guess what, she was just recently paroled due to good behavior.” Lady Midnight said, rolling her eyes.

“Translation, she blew and fucked every guard and the Warden for her freedom…” Quentin mumbled.

“I wouldn’t be surprised at all!   And now, we’re likely dealing with an airborne band of pirates calling themselves the Cult of Sammy; one of Pirate King’s aliases.  Are Special Agent Townshend, Flag Girl and Nightraven online?” Ms. Americana asked.

“All here and accounted for Ms. Americana, and awaiting instructions at the She-Legion hangar!” Nightraven replied.

“Thanks Nightraven, please standby, Annie, status?” Quentin asked, smiling.

“Data compiled, extrapolating helicopter destination…updating results, based on recent State trooper reports in the surrounding vicinity….curious…” Annie’s voice replied.

“Didn’t I tell you those new personality algorithms were a bad idea? Spit it out Annie! Where’s that helicopter?”  Quentin said, rolling his eyes; as Ms. Americana chuckled.

“My algorithms are quite functional and useful Agent Sullivan; do not underestimate them!” Annie replied, a touch of annoyance in her electronic voice.

Quentin raised his eyebrows in amused surprise as Ms. Americana struggled to stifle her laughter; her massive bosom jiggling merrily as she drove.  He could imagine Lady Midnight, Flag Girl, Nightraven and Special agent Townshend discretely sharing a laugh.

“My apologies Annie, please continue!” Quentin said, smiling as they took the side road that led to the private airport where the She-Legion hangar was located.

“Apology accepted Special Agent Sullivan.  The helicopter was picked up by the Honolulu International airport’s radars, seemingly appearing out of thin air. It was operating under a touristic charter license.  It suddenly veered off to the mainland under the pretense of a refuel, but then made a sharp turn northbound to San Angelo; where the heist occurred.” Annie said, taking a pause.

“I’m getting a bad feeling about this, Annie, based on available data, what is the likelihood of the helicopter having stealth capability?” Quentin asked.

“Based on available data, I would compute the likelihood of that helicopter having stealth capability to be 98%, giving ourselves a 2% margin of error.  It seemingly appeared out of thin air near Honolulu, and then disappeared out of thin air 5 minutes after takeoff from the San Angelo Grand Hotel’s roof, heading southwest.” Annie said.

“Gotta wonder why they bothered with hostages at all if they had access to stealth technology…” Ms. Americana wondered aloud.

“An insurance policy no doubt, should their stealth device fail.  Plus the fact that it gives them the option of asking for ransom on top of what they already stole.” Quentin said.

“A logical assessment Special Agent Sullivan.” Annie said.

“Why thank you Annie!” Quentin said, grinning.

“You said the State Patrol also played into this Annie?” Ms. Americana asked.

“Indeed Ms. Americana, a helicopter matching the one you are seeking has been located in the Blackwood forest, 75 kilometers from its last position.  A highway patrol located it.” Annie said.

“Okay Annie, emergency linkup to my Special Ops hotline at the Bureau.  I’m invoking Carte Blanche status; I want the Highway Patrol to be advised this is now a Federal investigation, and that the chain of evidence MUST NOT be disrupted.  Then, upload the coordinates to the She-Legion Jet’s onboard computer.  Oh by the way, good work Annie! We’re nearing the hangar. Please terminate uplink.” Quentin said.

“Thank you Special Agent Sullivan!  FBI Field Office advised and coordinates uploaded to the Jet’s onboard computer. Uplink terminated, and good luck!” Annie said.

“That computer is sounding WAY too human…thank God the new She-Legion Jet is based on the Harrier Jump Jet; it’ll allow us to land and take-off right on site.” Quentin said.

“The concept is similar, but the technology and engineering are worlds apart my love, ours can accommodate up to 12 passengers, is much more comfortable, and equipped with tech the department of defense could only dream about!” Ms. Americana said, as they pulled up near the She-Legion hangar and parked.

“Annie should have appraised everyone, let’s get this show on the road!” Quentin said, as they got out of the car.

“One cool thing is while we’re leaving around sunset, it will still be late afternoon when we get to the coordinates!  Gotta love those time zones!” Ms. Americana said, smiling.

Special Agent Townshend greeted them, Flag Girl and Nightraven following a few steps behind.

They boarded the Jet, Ms. Americana and Special Agent Sullivan taking their place in the cockpit, leaving the cockpit door open.  Special Agent Townshend, Flag Girl and Nightraven took a seat and fastened their seatbelts.

“Coordinates uploaded, autopilot engaged; everybody brace yourselves for takeoff!” Quentin said, smiling.

The She-Legion Jet took-off, smoothly and surprisingly quietly.

 

Chapter 6 – On the Trail

“I think being apprised of the State Troopers’ findings wouldn’t go amiss, don’t you agree?” Special Agent Townshend said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“That is a wonderful suggestion Chris, Nightraven, can you download the transcript?” Ms. Americana said, looking over her shoulder.

“On it…got it.  Let’s see, thus far the State Troopers’ report states that the helicopter was abandoned; stripped of any equipment and bleached for good measure.” Nightraven said, reading from her wireless tablet.

“Leaving no evidence behind, not even a trace of DNA; these pirates are good.” Special Agent Townshend said, nodding thoughtfully.

Nightraven nodded and continued.

“Near the helicopter were deep tire tracks, likely from a heavy vehicle such as a small van; which was no doubt awaiting the helicopter’s arrival.  Those tracks lead back to the highway.   After Sully invoked Carte Blanche, the Troopers clued in that the helicopter was the one used for the San Angelo Hotel heist.  Road blocks were setup, but no small van was thus far reported.” Nightraven added, looking up from her tablet.

“Let’s do an infrared sweep of the clearing and see if they’ve missed anything.  Problem is that they’re looking for a nondescript van; what does it look like, how big? How small?  What color?” Ms. Americana said, turning her attention to Sullivan, next to her.

“Great point and great idea, in fact, it might not be a van at all; they could have used a camper or a SUV.  Annie, are you linked to the Jet's computer?” Sullivan asked, from the pilot’s seat.

“Linked and ready Special Agent Sullivan, please say a command.” Annie’s voice replied from the Jet's intercom.

“Patch me through to Troop Commander Sean Rogers, I have crucial information for him.” Sullivan said.

“Patching you through. “ Annie said, followed by some static.

After a pause, a loud beep was heard through the intercom.

“Rogers here.” the Troop Commander answered, the tone of his voice really saying ‘What do you want?’

“Commander Rogers, this is Special Agent Sullivan, status report?” Sullivan said.

Rogers sighed.

“No luck so far Agent Sullivan, the perps and hostages haven’t been seen as of yet.” Rogers said, with more than a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Copy that Commander, you may want to extend your search to campers, SUV's, heck, small busses too; we know we’re after a large, heavy vehicle, capable of transporting multiple passengers and stolen loot; not specifically a van.” Sullivan said.

There was a slight pause, as if Rogers was quietly thinking “now why didn’t I think of that?”

“Copy that Agent Sullivan, I’ll contact the check points and advise; and verify whether or not any of those types of vehicles have already been spotted.  I’ll get on the horn with you if any such vehicle was seen and where it was heading.” Rogers replied.

“Much appreciated Commander, we’ll conduct an infrared sweep of the clearing to see if we’ve missed anything and keep you in the loop.  Sullivan out.” Sullivan said.

“What a charming man, he must be a delight at social gatherings!” Flag Girl said, rolling her eyes.

Ms. Americana, Sullivan, Nightraven and Townshend laughed.

“Eh, I’m kinda used to it by now, local police getting their knickers in a knot because I’m pulling rank on them.” Sullivan said, with a shrug.

“Yeah, I know my father’s had a few feathers ruffled when you first showed up in Delta City!” Nightraven said, smiling.

“Your father’s a good man, and I was revenge obsessed.  The Aberration had raped and killed my sister and violated the woman I love…but Delta City would be a Zoo without your father as police Commissioner; too much even for the She-Legion to handle on their own.” Sullivan said.

“I should find that comment insulting, but Quentin’s right, Delta City is already quite a handful with the Delta Police Force, under your father’s disciplined tutelage.  We may frequently butt heads, but I have nothing but respect for him; he does one hell of a job.” Ms. Americana said, comically sticking out her tongue at Sullivan.

Sullivan grinned as the rest of the team laughed.

“Well, I’m glad. Daddy can be a stick in the mud and a bit of a tyrant, but I love him.  Knowing that you both respect him in spite of your differences means a lot to me.” Nightraven said, smiling.

“Alright, we’re in position, let’s do a pass over the clearing to execute the infrared sweep, Chris, would you do the honors?” Sullivan said.

“My pleasure Sully…where’s my workstation?” Townshend asked, looking around.

“Just sit back Chris, it’ll slide out from your armrest!” Ms. Americana said, flipping a switch.

Townshend sat back and looked in amazement as a small workstation emerged from his left armrest and leveled at an angle over his lap.  Smiling, he began typing.

“Infrared scan of the area in 3…2…1…” Townshend said, and then hitting the enter key.

After a few moments, Townshend nodded thoughtfully.  He typed a few more keys and waited a few more moments, with a focused squint.

“What’s up love?” Flag Girl said.

“Other than the fact that you shouldn’t call me ‘love’ while we’re on duty?” Townshend said, eyebrows arched.

“Spoilsport!” Flag Girl said, with a mischievous smirk.

He looked up, winked at her, and returned his attention to his workstation.

“I’m seeing a lot of footprints, and based on footwear size, we’re likely speaking of an all-female crew…and yes, definitely there was a bus waiting there for them.  Based on tire spacing, width and…extrapolated tire tread…they commandeered a School Bus.  By now they probably passed the road blocks, heavily disguised.” Townshend said, still typing, as Sullivan, Ms. Americana, Nightraven and Flag Girl quietly chuckled.

“That’s solid work Chris!” Sullivan said.

“True, but we‘re still a few steps behind no matter what, I wish there was a way to track their whereabouts and actually catch up with them!” Nightraven said, sounding frustrated.

“Well, let’s brainstorm this; any suggestions?” Flag Girl said.

 

“We can presume that our flying female pirates would have done away with any cell phones from the hostages, to avoid being tracked.” Townshend said.

 

Ms. Americana snapped her gloved fingers, remembering a key detail.

 

“Wait up…let’s assume that Rachel is in fact the hostage taken by our band of pirates.  Quentin, did you notice the matching wrist bands that Michael and Crystal wore when we were having cocktails with them earlier?” Ms. Americana asked, turning to Sullivan.

 

“I…yeah, those fancy heart rate monitor things, what are they called, Smart Watches?” Sullivan said, with a curious frown.

 

She smiled and nodded.

 

“In a ménage à trois, as with any types of - for lack of a better term - polygamy, it is considered proper etiquette when presenting a gift to one member, to present that same gift to each member equally!” Ms. Americana said, beaming.

 

“Thus, if Rachel is in fact one of the hostages, she also has one of those Smart Watches…” Sullivan said, returning her smile.

 

“Which have a GPS chip, which can be traced!  Getting a warrant from a Judge will delay us further; so my services as a hacker will be required!  I’ll need your cousin’s, well…concubines’ full names so I can narrow down my search, and if possible, the make of the Smart Watches…” Townshend said, once again focusing on his workstation.

 

“Michael ‘Mikey’ Sullivan, Rachel Stevens and Crystal Warren.” Sullivan said, with a nod.

 

“And unless my guess is off; they were wearing Fitco Smart Watches; a subsidiary of Wade Enterprises!” Ms. Americana added, grinning.

 

Townshend began typing with renewed enthusiasm.

 

“That is one major break!  Alright, that should make this search easy; I will need your alter ego’s override code my dear!” he said, smiling.

 

“Hey, quit flirting!” Sullivan said, tongue in cheek.

 

“Relax Quentin he’s not flirting!  Override code BNQFCKNG!” Ms. Americana said, winking at Sullivan.

 

“He better not be, if he doesn’t want to sleep on the couch!” Flag Girl said, playing along.

 

“Brenda and Quentin fucking…not many hackers would figure that one out!” Townshend said, eyebrows arched as he entered the override code.

 

Ms. Americana stared at Townshend gape-mouthed as Sullivan, Flag Girl and Nightraven laughed heartily.

 

Chuckling, Townshend looked up.

 

“No worries Ms. Americana, I only figured out what it means, determining the actual override code could have taken me hours, precious time we don’t have to spare…now hello, what do have here…” he said, returning his attention to the work station.

 

“What’s up Chris?” Sullivan asked.

 

“I’ve located your cousin’s account and isolated Rachel Stevens’ Smart Watch; it’s now confirmed, she is one of the hostages.  But that’s not what baffles me…” Townshend said, frowning.

 

“Spit it out Chris, where are they headed?” Flag Girl asked.

 

He sighed.

 

“They must have already ditched the School bus…the speed at which the GPS chip is travelling indicates that they must have boarded a jet plane of their own, there is an abandoned private airport a few kilometers west of the location where the helicopter was found; but you’ll never believe where it’s heading.  I’m entering the coordinates in the onboard computer’s navigation system…” Townshend said, shaking his head.

 

“That’s great, we’ll be right on their tail!  What’s the new heading?” Sullivan asked.

 

“Right back to the East Coast, they’ll likely use the Stealth tech they took from the helicopter to dodge the police; but if the trajectory remains the same…and that’s what baffles me, as there’s no landing strip in that area, but that craft seems to be heading towards a certain Delta City Harbor district that you’re all too familiar with.” Townshend said.

 

“Where Pirate King was shot in the shoulder by the Witchy Pirate Queen, while under mind control by the Geek and Panthris…this is one hell of coincidence.” Nightraven said.

 

“A bit too elaborate and convenient if you ask me…my initial gut feeling was wrong.” Sullivan said, as the She-Legion jet veered and began following the GPS trail.

 

“How do you mean Quentin?” Ms. Americana asked.

 

“Based on the infrared scan and computer extrapolation, the crew that raided the Hotel and kidnapped hostages was all female; yet the only woman in Pirate King’s original crew was Pirate Queen.  They were conveniently screaming ‘All hail the Cult of Sammy’…if I didn’t know any better, I’d say we’re being force-fed the idea that Pirate King is the guilty party; a man who has dropped out of circulation years ago, reportedly sitting on several millions worth of unrecovered currency and jewelry.”  Sullivan said.

 

“I see what you mean Sully, him being behind the heist makes zero sense…think we’re walking into a trap?” Townshend asked.

 

“I’m not discounting the possibility, but…Pirate King kept talking about retiring with his pretty mermaid on their ‘private little island in the Caribbean’ during the Warehouse showdown.  She, was recently released and also dropped out of circulation, so they likely hooked up; rich and off the grid.  Why would they risk being caught on a new crime spree?  The likelihood of a trap is possible but not highly probable.” Sullivan said.

 

“Agreed Quentin, we have a clever band of thieves, here people; going out of their way to frame Pirate King and company, no honor among thieves indeed.  With the hostage situation we must be extra careful…I say we should advise Commissioner Bordon.” Ms. Americana said.

 

Sullivan nodded slowly.

 

“Yes, setup a perimeter around the warehouse and await further instructions; the hostages’ safety is paramount.  The Cult of Sammy mustn’t know we’re onto them.  They think they’ve pulled the wool over our eyes and that we’re on a wild goose chase on the West Coast.  Nightraven would you do the honors?  I realize your father doesn’t know you’re Nightraven but…” Sullivan said, his voice trailing off.

 

“I’m on it Sully!” Nightraven said, smiling, pulling a cell phone from her utility belt.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7 – Old Stomping Grounds

 

“This is where it all happened…the scheming, the side-deals, the betrayal…and the repeated rapes.  Revenge, sweet revenge…” the one known as Sammy mulled over, absent-mindedly sipping on a glass of spiced rum.

 

They had taken over the seedy Seaside Motel, which was conveniently located across the street from the Warehouse they used as their base of operations. Dressed like a throw-back from a low-budget pirate movie – in knee-high boots, baggy trousers and shirt, a large, floppy tricorn topped with a red feather and a long-nosed Harlequin mask covering the face - Sammy ruminated. 

 

A knock at the door snapped the newly minted Pirate King out of it.

 

“It’s open.” Sammy said, in a hoarse, slurry voice.

 

The door opened.  A tall, statuesque woman entered.  She was barefoot, wore skin tight jeans cut just below the knees, a sleeveless blue blouse tied in a knot under her ample bosom exposing her toned, flat abdomen as well as plenty of cleavage. Her raven hair reached beneath her shoulder blades and a red bandana covered the top of her head.  Her skin sported a deep, dark tan.

 

“Ah, Bosun Veronica, status report?” Sammy asked.

 

“Aye Captain, your guest of honor has been raising quite a fuss, but as you anticipated, the few barrels of rum offered to him rendered him quite cooperative…not pleasant, but cooperative.” Veronica said, with a nod.

 

Sammy cackled.

 

“Ah yes, typical of him…but he’ll be quite appreciative once my plan comes to fruition…agreed, he’ll be right pissed off at first, but once he knows everything…he’ll kiss me arse in gratitude!  Any news from our away team?” Sammy said, grinning.

 

“En route and should be arriving soon, the stolen Stealth technology and your meticulous planning paid off big time.  An estimated $50,000.00 booty, and high profile hostages as you requested…but…” Veronica said, hesitating.

 

“Yes me lassie?” Sammy asked, frowning behind the mask.

 

“Permission to speak freely Captain?” Veronica asked.

 

“Always me lassie, you’re the closest thing I have to a second in command, what’s bothering you?” Sammy said, in a comforting voice.

 

“While I do not question your intentions, I am confused; you wish to use the hostages in a prisoner exchange, for criminals against whom you hold a grudge?  Why not let them rot in prison and use the hostages for ransom?” Veronica asked, with a curious frown.

 

Sammy smirked and nodded thoughtfully.

 

“Fair question lassie, let’s just call it a personal score to settle; which cannot be done as long as prison walls protect them.  If you trifle with Sammy, it comes at a cost.  This is as much of an explanation as I’m willing to give you lass.  When the away team gets here, see to it that the hostages are unhurt, fed, and then have them join our guest of honor; keep him company as it were…at least until the prisoner exchange can be brokered.  Then, divide the booty equally among the lasses.” Sammy said, taking another sip of rum.

 

“Aye Captain.” Veronica said, with a respectful bow; taking her leave.

 

“Tall, gorgeous piece of ass…if I had my way, I’d have a taste or two, maybe share her with our Guest of Honor…I promise poopy-kins, we’ll be vindicated!”  Sammy thought, privately.

 

Veronica silently went down the stairs, an expression of deep concern on her face.

 

“Shit’s about to hit the fan pretty fast…we were supposed to pull off a few quick heists, share the loot and then scatter.  The misdirection to Pirate King’s old gang would have allowed us to get away clean; but the plan keeps changing, and those hostages complicate things further. The girls are blindly following Sammy, and they’re crazy enough to have me walk the plank straight into Delta Harbor with ankle weights if I try to stir up a mutiny; so fuck that idea. Given the choice of death by drowning or rotting in prison, I’ll pick door #2, thank you very much…” Veronica reasoned with a sigh, wishing she could find a way out.

 

Meanwhile, standing by a roadblock as DCPD quietly setup a perimeter around Delta Harbor, Commissioner Bordon was briefing the She-Legion team, cell phone in one hand, take-out cup of coffee in the other.

 

“We’re almost done Nightraven, land perimeter has been setup; and the Harbor patrol is setting up a water perimeter using leisure boats, the perpetrators won’t suspect a thing!” Bordon said, with a subtle smirk.

 

“That’s great news Commissioner, we’re flying at top speed and should arrive within 20 minutes.  In order not to alert the band of piratesses from the Jet noise, we need to land at the nearest private airport, Delta International is much too far from the Harbor.  We need to act swiftly and quietly to keep the hostages safe.” Nightraven replied, nearly letting ‘Dad” slip.

 

“Agreed, shall I assign a few phantom cars to pick you up?” Bordon asked.

 

“A generous offer Commissioner, but Lady Midnight has already dispatched two She-Legion SUV’s to the appropriate coordinates.  No bright lights or sirens, stealth is key.” Nightraven said.

 

“Very well Nightraven, give me a call when you touch-down; to give us an ETA.” Bordon replied, bringing his coffee to his lips.

 

“Will do Commissioner, bye for now.” Nightraven said.

 

“Ciao Nightraven, see you guys soon.” Bordon said; smiling.

 

He pocketed his cell phone and took a bigger sip of coffee. Standing next to him, newly transferred Detective Dylan Pearce snorted his disapproval.  The use of an external strike force to handle police work struck him as highly incongruous and rather insulting.

 

“So, the super powered cunts are on the way?” Pearce mumbled, with a disgusted pout.

 

Bordon cast Pearce a stone cold look, making him flinch.

 

“Tell me Pearce, how many cases of Mad Scientists have you dealt with before your transfer to the DCPD?” Bordon asked coolly, taking another sip of coffee.

 

“Well, none, but…” Pearce said, nonplussed.

 

“I see.  And how many cases of Mutants, Carnivorous plants or Giant monster Spiders have you handled?” Bordon said, left eyebrow raised.

 

“Well, none, but what does that…” Pearce stammered, feeling genuinely anxious at the Commissioner’s tirade.

 

“Didn’t think so, and I bet, no cases of Androids, Hermaphrodite Dominatrix, Eco-Terrorists, Extra-Terrestrial Magicians or Pirate wannabe’s either?” Bordon said, unable to repress a tight smirk in spite of the anger he felt.

 

“All due respect Commissioner, what does any of this have to do with …” Pearce blurted out, becoming frustrated.

 

“WELL WE HAVE! I may have had my differences with Ms. Americana, but this City would collapse without her!  And while I sometimes feel that our common F.B.I. acquaintance, Special Agent Sullivan, treats Delta City like his own backyard, the man knows what the hell he’s doing!  In fact, without the entire She-Legion and the FBI’s involvement, the DCPD would cave in.  Delta City would be plunged into complete anarchy. So the next time you have the urge to share your verbal effluvia, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!” Bordon shouted, Pearce looking as pale as a ghost.

 

“I believed that the reports of…for lack of a better term, paranormal activity in Delta City were nothing more than hogwash, urban myths, perpetrated for the gullible…you’re telling me that…it’s all real?” Pearce said, looking down.

 

“All real Pearce. Now, if the report Nightraven has given me on behalf of the joint F.B.I.-She-Legion team is accurate, and I’m confident it is, we have a female band of thieves using that Warehouse a few blocks down near the waterfront as their base of operation.  They have hostages that could be hurt if we make a false move.  Our job, literally, is to provide backup and catch any perp trying to escape.  Are you up to the task? ” Bordon said, his tone softening, taking another sip of coffee.

 

Pearce looked up and nodded.

 

“Ready, willing and able Commissioner!” Pearce said, with a humble smile.

 

Bordon smiled back.

 

“Go grab yourself a coffee across the street, playing backup for the She-Legion entails a lot of waiting.” Bordon said.

 

Pearce nodded and made his way to the coffee shop. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 8 – Déjà Vu

 

Driving at high speed towards Delta City from the nearest private airport, Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Nightraven, Special Agents Sullivan and Townshend discussed strategy; as Sullivan assumed the driving duties.

 

“Alright, so we have a police perimeter setup, and we just discovered where our band of pirates decided to land: the same airport we just used! They very likely had vehicles awaiting them on site; just like we did, likely within a 20 minute- half hour interval, these women are good.” Ms. Americana said, riding shotgun, looking over her shoulder at her teammates.

 

“At least we know where they’re going this time!” Nightraven said, grinning.

 

“Agreed.  The DCPD has cleared the roads to allow us to make good time; so…how do we proceed once we get there?  Any sudden move and the hostages could get hurt.” Townshend said, frowning.

 

“Well Sully, you’re usually the master strategist; what’s the plan?” Flag Girl asked.

 

“Oh dear, you mean no brainstorming this time? What would you girls do without me huh?” Sullivan said, tongue in cheek, making Townshend giggle.

 

“Well, wise guy? Do you?” Ms. Americana said, in mock annoyance.

 

“Alright, let’s see…last time we went there, the team you led allowed itself to get captured and create a diversion, allowing me to blow up the Plastoids to powder; using enough C-4 to shake the Warehouse’s foundations.” Sullivan said, as he drove.

 

“Yes, but that particular diversion technique might endanger the hostages.” Ms. Americana replied, nodding thoughtfully.

 

“Agreed.  That last time, I used a little known service entrance that led me to the Geek’s storage room; where he kept his precious Plastoids.  That would be the perfect entrance point to avoid detection.  Problem is, that Warehouse has so many storage rooms that it may take a long time to locate the hostages; time we don’t have.” Sullivan said.

 

“And there will likely be lady pirates patrolling the corridors.” Townshend said.

 

“Yes, thus we must be quieter than Church mice wearing sneakers on a thick shag carpet.  Any patroller must be neutralized quietly. Our turn to use chloroform…about sweet time you girls get some sort of retribution!” Sullivan said, grinning.

 

“I love it!  Let me place an emergency order Quentin!  Nightraven, call your Dad again; let him know to expect a special delivery for the She-Legion team!” Ms. Americana said, pulling her communicator from her power belt, smiling from ear to ear.

 

“On it!” Nightraven said, smiling.

 

“We have an entry point and a way to keep the pirates quiet, so…what if we kidnapped one of them?” Flag Girl said, frowning behind her mask.

 

“Come again?” Townshend said, casting her a quizzical glance.

 

“Kidnap one, wake her up with our anti-anesthetic and question her!  How many of them are there, where are the hostages kept, who exactly is Sammy and what does he want?” Flag Girl said, her gaze shifting from Townshend to Nightraven, then to Ms. Americana and lastly to Sullivan through the rearview mirror.

 

“Blondie, I like the way you think!” Sullivan said, grinning.

 

“What can I say Sully, you’re rubbing off on me, no offense Chris!” Flag Girl said, with a wink to Townshend.

 

“None taken, but what if she refuses to talk?” Townshend said.

 

“Oh, knowing Quentin, I’m sure he has a way…a carte blanche way that will get us our answers quite rapidly!” Ms. Americana said, cryptically.

 

“I’m afraid to ask!” Nightraven said, putting away her cell phone.

 

“While sodium pentothal isn’t exactly ethical, in cases of emergency it’s provided me with vital information.  I used to carry a vial and disposable syringes in my bag of tricks, which have been replaced with single shot automatic syringes, similar to epi-pens.  More compact with a lesser risk of broken vials.  Trust me, our little kidnappee will sing like a canary.” Sullivan said, as they neared the Harbor district.      

 

“Good thing the anti-anesthetic also comes in aerosol form, getting a sedated individual to swallow a caplet without choking on it would be near impossible!  Got chloroform on the way Nightraven?” Ms. Americana said, with a nod.

 

“Even better, quick action midazolam in single shot automatic syringes, just like Sully’s truth serum.  Quick and painless!” Nightraven said, smiling.

 

Back in Delta Harbor, an alluring young woman riding an exceptionally quiet motorcycle neared the police checkpoint.  Commissioner Bordon recognized Azure Angel as she approached him and Detective Pearce with a special parcel.

 

“Ah, Azure Angel, you were fast!  Nightraven called barely two minutes ago!” Bordon said, smiling.

 

“Ms. Americana said time was of the essence, to pick up this parcel from Wade Industries’ Pharmaceutical wing and deliver it to you ASAP Commish.  It’s very fortunate that my Ninja Stealth Cycle is fast!  And who might this handsome young man with the wide-open mouth be?” Azure Angel said, first looking at Bordon, then at Pearce.

 

Pearce closed his mouth, blushing.  Bordon chuckled quietly.

 

“Azure Angel, meet Detective Dylan Pearce, recently transferred from Steel City.” Bordon said, with a smirk.

 

“A pleasure Detective!” Azure Angel said, extending her gloved right hand, holding the parcel just below her breasts with her left; pushing her bosom up, enjoying the flustered expression on Detective Pearce’s face.

 

He shook her hand, gracing her with a sheepish smile.

 

“The pleasure is all mine Miss!” Pearce said, fascinated by the sensuous young lady who stood before him.

 

“Azure Angel, please, or Az for short!” she said, smiling warmly.

 

“Very well, Az, I must apologize for my reaction; I’m usually not the type to ogle…” Pearce said, his voice trailing off.

 

“No harm done. I was teasing you a bit! You’d be surprised how many men ogle, and just between you and me, I don’t mind it at all when the man who ogles is as good looking as you!” She said, in a near whisper, making him feel weak in the knees.

 

Bordon clenched his jaws, using every ounce of self-restraint not to burst out laughing out loud.

 

“Now there’s a chump whose opinion of the she-Legion just took a 180!” Bordon thought, privately.

 

Pearce cleared his throat, frustrated that he felt like a pubescent teenager in front of Azure Angel.

 

“I…that is a very high compliment coming from an attractive young lady such as yourself!  Will you be joining us on this mission?” Pearce said, hoping he didn’t sound too silly.

 

“It wasn’t the original plan, but I just might!” Azure Angel said, seductively taking a step forward, looking deep into his eyes.

 

“Ah great, I thought she was only playing, but now she’s acting like she’s genuinely attracted to him…they’re adults, but personal feelings could really have a negative impact on this mission!” Bordon thought, rolling his eyes, unaware of those same personal feelings that were shared by Ms. Americana and Special Agent Sullivan, and Flag Girl and Special Agent Townshend.

 

The sound of an approaching vehicle got their attention.  Azure Angel, Pearce and Bordon turned around as the rest of the joint She-Legion – FBI contingent had arrived.

 

“Hi gang!  I have the parcel you requested!  Mind if I stick around?” Azure Angel asked, bringing the parcel over to Ms. Americana.

 

“Thanks Az, I believe Special Agent Sullivan will agree that we can use all the help we can get!” Ms. Americana said, no wanting to let “Quentin” slip in front of the police.

 

“Amen to that, in fact…your Ninja skills would definitely be an asset, interested?” Sullivan said, as Ms. Americana opened the parcel.

 

“Does a duck like water? Of course I’m interested; what’s the plan?” Azure Angel said, grinning.

 

“There’s a service entrance to the Warehouse down the old Sailors Warf Subway station…
 Sullivan said.

 

“That station’s been abandoned since the early 1980’s when Delta City Transit Commission had redrawn the subway routes.  The entrance has been locked up for years!” Bordon said.

 

“Thus our band of pirates won’t expect entry from that point Commissioner, locks can be picked…quite easily I might add.  Here’s your mission Az, take one of those sedative automatic syringes, find an isolated girl pirate, sedate her, and bring her back to us for questioning.  As silently as humanly possible; the hostages’ safety depends on it.” Sullivan said, as Ms. Americana handed Azure Angel on automatic syringe.

 

“Piece of cake, they won’t even know I was there!” Azure Angel said, with a wink.

 

“Is this operation…by the book?” Pearce asked, carefully selecting his words.

 

“Special Ops Carte Blanche Detective, use any means necessary for the safe recovery of the hostages.” Townshend said.

 

“That’s what I’ve come to learn over the years Pearce, sometimes, the end justifies the means when the greater good is involved.  Lives are at stake, time is in short supply.” Bordon said.

 

Pearce nodded as they watched Azure Angel and Sullivan making their way towards the Sailors Warf Subway station’s entrance, Sullivan providing her with extra details to her mission.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 9 – Soles of Air, Boots of Wind

 

After a thorough briefing from Sullivan, Azure Angel picked the padlock that kept old Sailors Warf Subway station closed to the public with great ease.  She then carefully made her way down the stairs, which were littered with garbage and debris.

 

“Of course, the power’s been cut-off to this section since City Hall revamped the entire subway line; creating newer, more modern stations and shutting down older ones rather than renovating them…talk about a misuse of taxpayers’ money…” She thought, as she got to the main floor where the ticket booths and wickets were located.

 

She paused, switching on the built-in flashlight in her belt buckle.

 

“Last thing we need is a twisted ankle, gotta make sure I don’t slip or trip over leftover debris.” She thought, as she made her way towards the westbound gate, and then gracefully skipping over the wickets.

 

A gust of stale air coming from the westbound platform blew her hair back.

 

“Creepy…Sully said to walk to the very end of the platform, take the service steps down to the tracks and then straight ahead for about twenty meters; the maintenance door that leads to the Warehouse will be on my right.” she thought, repressing a shiver; thankful that she hadn’t seen any rats.

 

Within minutes, she spotted the maintenance door.  Holding her breath, she turned the handle and pulled the door open.  Relieved that it didn’t make a loud grinding sound, she exhaled quietly, switching off her flashlight, as the corridor was dimly lit.

 

“Probably runs from the same power grid as the Warehouse…” she thought, thankful for that break.

 

She inhaled deeply, slowing down her heart rate. The tale of an old Zen Master came to her mind, one whose mastery was so great that he could walk a tightrope laden with bells, and have none of them chime.

 

“Soles of air, boots of wind…” she repeated, as a mantra, making her way through the dimly lit corridor.

 

She arrived at the end of the corridor.  As Sullivan had indicated, it used to be boarded up, but he had removed the rotting wood planks during their previous encounter with the Geek and Panthris, to get to the Plastoids depot. As anticipated, the Delta City Transit Corporation hadn’t had the bright idea of making any repairs.

 

“Open door…no one in sight…”she thought, walking through the threshold.

 

“Hmmm yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAH, YEAH!” a squeaky feminine voice exclaimed, also panting heavily.

 

“What the…” Azure Angel wondered, perplexed.

 

Quietly, she peered past the doorframe. To her left, she could see two of the female pirates, buck-naked; their clothes tossed about left and right on the filthy concrete floor.  One, redheaded and petite, stood with her back leaning against the wall and her legs spread open.  The other, with short hair colored a tacky shade of purple, was on her knees, performing oral sex on the redhead.

 

“Oh God Kimmy, oh God Kimmy that feels so GOOD!  Don’t stop! DON’T STOOOPP!” the redhead bellowed, seemingly not caring if anybody heard them.

 

“What in the DEVIL’S NAME are you two DOING?” a new voice shouted, making Azure Angel recoil backwards into the entrance corridor.

 

“B...Bosun Veronica we were just trying to relax a bit, we…” the voice belonging to the purple-haired one stammered.

 

“You two numb-cunts were warned twice already not to mess around while on duty!  You’ve missed the loot distribution, so your shares were divided between the girls who weren’t goofing off!” Bosun Veronica chided, sounding genuinely mad.

 

“Interesting…looks like discipline is hard to enforce…” Azure Angel thought, paying close attention.

 

“Aw come on Bosun, that’s not fair, we worked hard too!” the voice of the redhead whined.

 

“Shut it Doris, I’m following the Captain’s orders; you snooze, you lose!  If you have a grievance, I’m sure Captain Sammy will be glad to hear it!” Bosun Veronica snapped, with more than a hint of sarcasm.

 

“That…won’t be necessary Bosun, we’re sorry.” Kimmy, the purple haired one said, sounding frightened.

 

“Heard that one before. You two get dressed, join the others and await further instructions.  The Captain wants on hands on deck once the Master Plan gets into motion.” Bosun Veronica said, her voice sounding calmer.

 

“Aye Bosun.” Both girls replied.

 

“I’ll be there myself in a bit, my feet are killing me and I need a pair of boots that fit from the boxes of props we stole from the old Met Theatre.  Don’t let me find you goofing off again, if you think I’m being stern; Captain Sammy’s likely to have you flogged raw.  Now get moving!” Bosun Veronica barked.

 

Kimmy and Doris hurriedly picked up their clothes from the floor and scampered away.  Bosun Veronica, rolled her eyes and sighed, shaking her head.  She walked in the opposite direction of the two horny female pirates, towards one of the many storage lockers.

 

“Okay, here’s my chance, isolated pirate, seems to know the head honcho… soles of air, boots of wind…” Azure Angel thought, silently walking into the Warehouse.

 

Bosun Veronica had her back turned to her, opening the storage locker door.

 

“Ah great…six foot tall and fleshy…I’m getting a workout today carrying her back to the surface!” she thought, automatic syringe primed and ready to go.

 

With great speed and stealth, Azure Angel was at Bosun Veronica’s heels. In a swift motion, she covered Veronica’s mouth with her gloved left hand and injected her with the sedative.  Veronica collapsed with a gasp. 

 

“Sully, you owe me, big time…good thing I keep in shape, dead-lifting that chick into a fireman’s carry won’t be a walk in the park, let alone carrying her to the outside…oh well, here goes nothing…” Azure Angel thought, with a sigh, putting a knee down.

 

She switched her belt buckle flashlight back on, anticipating that carrying her prisoner would require both hands and knowing that she would need the flashlight to make their way back. To her surprise, Veronica was only moderately heavy, and the load on her shoulders was tolerable.

 

“Okay, let’s blow this joint before they come looking for her.” Azure Angel thought, making her way back out, carrying the unconscious Veronica across her shoulders.

 

Drifting in an anaesthesia-induced sleep, the statuesque Bosun was experiencing an unusual state of REM sleep.  Dreaming, she was once again gracing the stage of a familiar seedy Strip Club, dressed in nothing more than a black thong and matching stiletto shoes.

“None of it happened!  None of the thefts and kidnappings, none of it!” She gleefully thought, momentarily believing that her involvement with the Cult of Sammy had been nothing more than a bad dream.

Following her normal stage act, she kicked off her shoes and performed a full split, arms outstretched and ample chest pushed out; smiling profusely to the cheering crowd of perverts and drunkards ogling her.

All things considered, she felt much safer in this environment.  The bouncers kept the gropers and grabbers at a safe distance, and most of the patrons were too wasted to be of any threat. She rolled to her side, then got to her knees, giving her audience a sultry shimmy, surprised that for once, shaking her massive breasts this way wasn’t straining her back.

She stood back up, smiling, looking at the gape-mouthed drunkards, drooling all over themselves.  Among them, she noticed one patron, shorter than the others. While she couldn’t make out his outfit, she recognized the hat and mask. Petrified with fear, her smile turned to an expression of terror, as the familiar Harlequin mask now had an evil appearance, its eyes fixed on her in a cold, accusatory stare.

“No, not again, never again, you hear me? I’d rather strip for the rest of my life, hell, I’ll fucking prostitute before I go back to you!” she tried to scream, but no sound was coming out of her mouth.

“Come now lassie, time to come home to Sammy, y’know that’s where ye belong!  I’ll have you keelhauled if ye don’t!” Sammy said, as the patrons and bouncers seemed to dissolve into darkness.

“Fuck you Sammy, fuck the whole crew! It was a mistake to ever believe in your promises, you kept changing the deal! Fuck off, this nightclub is my turf! Fuck off! Get out of my life and stay the hell out!” she unsuccessfully tried to scream, with still no sound coming out of her mouth, her surroundings changing and swirling out of control.

“Wakey wakey!” a masculine voice said.

She opened her eyes and gasped, realizing that she was now outdoors; surrounded by members of the She-Legion and two men.

“Ah SHIT! I KNEW it was about to hit the fan!” the former Bosun Veronica exclaimed, realizing she had been captured.

“Alright young lady, I’m F.B.I. Special Agent Sullivan, this is Special Agent Townshend, and I believe you’re already familiar with the lovely young ladies with us?” Sullivan said, his facial expression stern, but his vocal tone civil.

Veronica nodded, feeling a mixture of surprise, nervousness and relief.

 

Chapter 10 – Motive, Revenge

As Special Agent Sullivan injected their prisoner with truth serum, Detective Pearce leaned towards Azure Angel’s left ear.

“All carte blanche status aside, how effective will that truth serum be after spraying her with that anti-anesthetic?  Wouldn’t it counteract the serum too?” he asked, in a whisper.

Azure Angel smirked and nodded.

“Pretty effective, the anti-anesthetic is specifically formulated for anesthetics: sleeping gas, knock-out pills, chloroform and other similar drugs and chemicals.  If it were to have an effect on the Sodium Pentothal, we would get to witness the Sullivan bluff…it’s a thing of beauty!” she whispered back, still smirking.

Pearce nodded with a surprised expression on his face, making her chuckle; amused by how he was struggling not to stare down her cleavage.

“Alright, while the serum takes effect, let me tell you what we already know.  We finger-printed you using the wireless scanner, got your background checked.  Veronica Turner, 29, no priors.  You’ve accumulated quite the study loan debt, and were only able to get sporadic contract work in your chosen field…” Sullivan said, calmly.

“Nursing home specialist…dirty old farts kept trying to grab my tits and pinch my ass…” Veronica volunteered, voice trailing off, as the truth serum was taking full effect in spite of the anti-anesthetic.

“Became a stripper to make ends meet between contracts, became quite the sensation in the Mob-tied Nightclub circuit, declined several offers to do porn…” Sullivan continued.

“Porn would have been an improvement,  safer…the Captain’s bat-shit crazy… promised us more money, faster…but it all went to hell…at least as a stripper, I was protected by the bouncers, I was making decent money…but porn was too shameful, so like a moron, I accepted Sammy’s offer…” Veronica said, in a moaning voice.

“Okay Veronica, we can help you if you help us, how many of you are there, and where are the hostages being held?” Sullivan asked, in a soothing voice.

“23 of us, myself and Captain Sammy included…unemployed women…nurses, masseuses, barmaids, waitresses, strippers… the…the hostages are being held in the old lunch room, at the far end of the hallway where I was captured…” Veronica paused, licked her lips and swallowed.

“Sammy says a bunch of giant plastic robots were blown up in the larger hall that leads there…the place gives me the creeps… the hostages have plenty of food, water and barrels of rum.  The first to be kidnapped was a middle-aged man the Captain calls our Guest of Honor…the way Sammy speaks of him makes me think Sammy’s either gay…or a woman.” Veronica continued, her voice a drowsy drone.

Sullivan’s eyes widened at that revelation, a lightbulb popping in his mind.

“Sammy…Samantha Jones, recently paroled for good behavior, the former Pirate Queen…” Sullivan thought, perspiration beading on his forehead.

“Folks, I’m getting a strong hunch that this Cult of Sammy is led by our old Sea Witch friend Samantha Jones, old Waldo’s former main squeeze.” Sullivan said, looking over his shoulder to his team.

He turned back to Veronica who looked at him glassy-eyed.

“We can place you in the witness protection program young lady; and my friends at the Wade Foundation can help you with your financial situation and anything else you may need.  Anything else we should know before we attempt a rescue?” Sullivan asked.

Veronica inhaled deeply, feeling slightly nauseated.

“Our Guest of Honor…he talks with a fake Scottish accent and enjoys quite a bit of rum…the Captain is planning a big coup…wants to use the hostages in a prisoner exchange, for criminals against whom he…she…it… holds a grudge…wants to observe them with our Guest of Honor as they are getting sexually tortured by our crew…” Veronica muttered.

“Thank you pretty Veronica, my friend Brenda Wade will see to it personally that you are taken care of and kept safe. Pirate Queen is back in business and has gathered herself quite an army...and that letch Pirate King is clueless that he’s been brought back in the fold!” Ms. Americana said, rolling her eyes.

“The reports from the Penitentiary’s infirmary was that Pirate Queen had been repeatedly raped by the Geek and Panthris…” Flag Girl said.

“And while under the mind control drug, she shot Pirate King in the shoulder during our last showdown in that Warehouse!” Nightraven said.

“Wants revenge for the repeated rapes and probably feels guilty for shooting her lover…seems that she has been planning this elaborate revenge for many years; reviving the Pirate gimmick as an homage to him.” Townshend said.

“Yep, that pretty much sums it up.” Sullivan said.

“Commish, could you please take this young lady into protective custody?  Our contacts at the Wade Foundation will get in touch with you soon.” Ms. Americana said, addressing Commissioner Bordon with a smile.

“Carte Blanche status…agreed.  Pearce, take over for me here.  Follow their instructions to the letter.” Bordon said with a nod.

“Yes Commissioner, gladly!” Pearce said, admiring Azure Angel as she smiled warmly at him.

Bordon rolled his eyes and put one knee down to help the fallen Bosun to her feet.

“Keep the flirting to a minimum you two, I need you both to focus!” Sullivan said, repressing a chuckle.

Pearce blushed and Azure Angel giggled charmingly.

“Oh Sully, you’re no fun!” Azure Angel said, with a comical pout.

“Here Commissioner, let me help!” Nightraven said, kneeling near Veronica and wrapping her left arm across her shoulders as Bordon wrapped her right arm across his.

 

Meanwhile, an uncooperative guest was being brought to the leader of his captors.

“As requested Captain, here’s your Guest of Honor...mind you he had to be subdued... he was being rather uncooperative.” Pirate Melissa, an unemployed office temp said, as the man formerly known as Pirate King mumbled furiously through his gag; wrists tied behind his back.

“And, all due respect Captain, drunk as a skunk.  We reiterated several times that those flintlock pistols aren’t toys or antiques, and that we stole them from an arms dealer who modified them into semi-automatic weapons, but he didn’t seem to care!” Pirate Angela, an equally unemployed beautician said, with a shrug, flintlock pointed at Waldo King's back.

“You've done very well me lasses, untie his wrists and leave us alone.” Sammy said, sitting on a tattered easy chair; repressing a sob at the sight of the former Pirate King.

“But Captain, are you sure it is safe…” pirate Melissa said, concerned.

Captain Sammy pulled a modified flintlock of her own from her belt and nodded.

“I'll be fine me lovelies, in fact, go find Bosun Veronica and tell her the plan is ready to unfold, she’ll understand.” Sammy said, with a dismissive waive of her free hand.

“Aye Captain!” Melissa and Angela replied, as Melissa untied the former Pirate King's wrists.

He reached for his gag and pulled it down, saliva dripping down his chin. He waited for the door to close behind him before saying anything, wiping his chin with the handkerchief they had used to gag him.

“Alright this farce has lasted long enough!  Yer band of harlots has sullied me name, kidnapped me as I’d dropped off the face of the planet; how that female ape knew where I get me monthly supplies is beyond me...so what’s next, leave me holding the bag as the law swoops in? After y'all abandoned ship like the rats you are?” the former Pirate King growled, enunciation slurred by too much rum.

“No such thing dear Waldo, that female ape as you say, was named Natasha Romanovski; a retired female wrestler...perished of a heart attack not long afterwards.  Davey Jones' locker claimed her mortal remains, poor soul.” Sammy said, in a clear, feminine voice that sounded quite familiar.

Pirate King snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Aye, burial at sea for the sharks and barracudas to feast on! And given the all-female edition of this band o' scallly wags, I shouldn’t be surprised their fearless leader be another wench!” Pirate King said, giving Sammy the Medusa stare as he rubbed his wrists.

“Not just any wench dear Waldo, aren’t you surprised that this wench knew exactly where you gather your monthly supplies? Better yet, that this wench, pointing this flintlock at you knows you by name?” Sammy said, trying to make him guess.

“Me name be public record, as far as the rest goes…yer voice does sounds pretty familiar …” Pirate King said, frowning.

Still pointing her flintlock at him, Sammy removed her hat, casually dropping it to the floor, revealing a long, thick mane of blond hair.  Pirate King looked at her gape-mouthed as she removed her Harlequin mask.

“Sammy…Sam…Samantha? Queenie?  Me beautiful mermaid?  The underground channels didn’t tell me you’d been released!” Pirate King said, in a sobbing voice.

Sammy put down her flintlock and stood up from her chair; walking towards him.  In a drunken embrace, they kissed; the taste of stale spiced rum bringing back fond memories.  Giggling charmingly, she broke the kiss, casting him a passionate look.

“Yes poopie-kins, you see, my release wasn’t exactly on the up and up, and my file was sealed to protect the powers that be…” Samantha said, blushing slightly.

“You done what needed be to get paroled, but why the cloak and dagger? Why not contact me personally during one of my monthly supply trips?” Pirate King asked.

Samantha sighed.

“As you recall, I was the recipient of the Geek’s mind control drug…” She started.

“Aye, ‘round the same time the pimple-faced runt and his Nubian bitch turned on me!” Pirate King said, teeth clenched.

Samantha nodded.

“After they got rid of you, I became their fuck toy.  At first, all I had was shreds of memories; but after detoxing in prison, it all came back to me, in vivid explicit detail.  I don’t know how she did it, but I swear Panthris’ clit can turn into a full-sized cock!  I still get nightmares of the repeated DP’s I got from them!” Samantha said, looking angry.

“Those filthy bastards!” Pirate King said, in spite of the fact that he and his old band of Pirates, including Samantha as Pirate Queen, had done the same thing to Ms. Americana a few years prior.

“Then, the Geek ordered me to shoot you; and I couldn’t fight it... and then, shit hit the fan.  In the confusion, in spite of me shooting you, you still tried to carry me out!  Remember what I told you Waldo?” Samantha said, tears coursing down her cheeks.

“Aye…you said, ‘save yourself, I’m so sorry I shot you!’…then I swore I’d find you again, no matter the price…though you beat me to it!  Yer one resourceful lass m’ love!” Pirate King said, repressing a sob.

“I learned from the best, Waldo!  I understand Geek and Panthris got the shit kicked out of them by the She-Legion, but that doesn’t make up for the repeated rapes, or for making me shoot you!” Samantha said, smiling through the tears.

“Ay they deserve a receipt, that’s for damn sure!” Pirate King said.

“Like we had done with the old band of Pirates, only this time with women: I dangled the carrot of a quick buck in front of a bunch of unemployed, hard on their luck girls.  We’re talking nurses, masseuses, beauticians, barmaids, waitresses, female wrestlers, strippers; it wasn’t too long until I had a full crew!  Heck, I even have a disgraced Airforce engineer who provided us with a nifty Stealth device that allowed us to disappear from thin air!” Samantha said, looking smug.

“Aye, high-tech pirates like in the old days, though I wish we had that Stealth technology back then!  You really make me proud me lovely mermaid!” Pirate King said, tightening his hug, revelling in the sensation of her warm, busty body pressed against his.

A knock at the door interrupted their reverie.

“Aye, what is it?” Samantha barked, resuming her grunting voice, releasing their embrace.

“It’s us, Melissa and Angela Captain, we just captured two men snooping around the Warehouse, demanding to see you!” Pirate Melissa said, from behind the door.

“What the blazes…just a sec!” Samantha said, hastily putting the hat and Harlequin mask back on.

“Alright, come in!” she said, once again Captain Sammy.

The door opened, and two men entered with their hands raised in the air, followed by the two piratesses.

“Well I’ll be damned…the tall skinny one I don’t recognize, but brawny there…you’re the one who let me slip through aren’t you?” Pirate King said, looking at Special Agents Townshend and Sullivan.

Sullivan grinned.

“Well whadya know Chris? There’s Waldo!” Sullivan said, looking perfectly calm, getting a chuckle from Townshend.

 

Chapter 11 – The Fine Art of misdirection part 1

 

“So you know one of those fellas Waldo?” Sammy asked, still disguising her voice.

“Aye, when the...events we were discussing earlier happened, he said he still had a score to settle with me, but that I'd suffered enough for one day...and he looked away as I...tried to rescue me lovely little mermaid.” Pirate King said, trying not to let on that Captain Sammy was the former Pirate Queen.

Sammy nodded thoughtfully.

“So ye frisked them and took their weapons away lassies?” Sammy said, looking at Melissa and Angela.

“Aye Captain, found standard-issue Glocks and FBI ID.” Pirate Angela said, tossing the two guns badges on the Hotel room’s bed.

“Good eye, Police Academy graduate?” Townshend pleasantly said, gracing Angela with a flirtatious wink.

Young Angela blushed, flattered that the handsome, slender FBI agent was paying her attention, nearly blurting out that she had, as a matter of fact, completed her Police Training, but had gotten herself blackballed for failing a urine test that revealed elevated levels of THC in her system.

“Whadya think this is? Some two-bit cruising bar?  I’m in charge here! The only reason ye’re not dead where you stand is that me p…Guest of Honor is alive and well thanks to ye!” Captain Sammy snapped, startling Pirate King.

Sullivan and Townshend struggled to keep a straight face at Pirate King’s reaction, while Pirates Melissa and Angela looked at their Captain in awe.

“Sweet Neptune, prison sure toughened her up!” Pirate King thought, with a mixture of shock, pride and fear.

“What really confronts me, is how you managed to track us all the way here!  We were using Airforce caliber Stealth technology to cover our tracks!” Captain Sammy said, sounding perplexed.

“Now you don’t expect a magician to reveal all his tricks now do you?” Townshend said, arching his eyebrows.

Before Captain Sammy could respond, Pirate King stepped in.

“Laddies, you have a pair of modified flintlocks aimed at yer backs, loaded with .445 Super Mag cartridges. In yer position, dropping the levity a wee bit would serve ye well.” Pirate King said, wanting to defuse the situation.

Regardless of the circumstances, Pirate King still felt he owed Sullivan a debt of gratitude.

“Indeed, dear Waldo, and while me girls aren’t trigger-happy, they won’t hesitate to punch ye full o’ holes, if I give’em the order.” Captain Sammy said, in a calmer tone.

“Fair enough. Now seeing that you have our weapons, and that the two lovely young ladies behind us will drill us with more holes than a piece of Gruyere should we make any sudden moves, permission to lower our arms Captain?  My bad shoulder is beginning to act up.” Sullivan said, pleasantly.

Sammy sighed and nodded.

“Aye, but nice and slow-like.” She said.

Slowly but calmly, they lowered their arms.  Sullivan shrugged and moved his head side to side, making his left shoulder click and his neck crack.

“Much better, thank you.  Now my colleague’s allegory isn’t inaccurate; like magic, you used technology to pull a disappearing act, covering your tracks. Like a fine magician, you used misdirection to make us believe Pirate King was back in business, though many details were different.” Sullivan said, pleasantly.

“However, while your crew was diligent in removing and disabling all of the hostages’ cell phones, they missed another, quite traceable means of tracking.” Townshend said.

“Indeed, and what means was that?” Captain Sammy asked, intrigued.

“Smart watches. Most use Blue Tooth and require a Smart Phone to function, while more sophisticated models have an internal GPS chip.” Sullivan continued.

Captain Sammy and Pirate King stood still, looking nonplussed. Pirate Angela rolled her eyes, understanding at once what the FBI agents were alluding to. 

“Ye understand this gibberish lassie?” Sammy asked.

“Yes captain, it’s the GPS chips in the cell phones that make them traceable. If one of the hostages had one of those Smart Watches, without our away team knowing of such things, the FBI tracked our away team back to us that way, using the GPS chip in one of the hostages’ watches.” Pirate Angela said.

Sullivan touched his nose.

“In a sense, pulling a magic trick of our own.  And judging by the clock on the wall…yep, it’s safe to tell you now; we also used misdirection of our own…again.  You see, Waldo here probably remembers our last encounter; in a joint operation with the She-Legion, a team a She-Legionnaires created a diversion as I vaporized the Geek’s Plastoid army with C-4 explosives.” Sullivan said.

“Aye, I remember…I also remember the bimb…er…young ladies playing possum, and you pulling some Voodoo act on Panthris…” Pirate King said, nodding.

“More magic talk…” Captain Sammy mumbled, rolling her eyes.

“Precisely. Misdirection, like a skilled magician…and right now…Townshend and I are the misdirection, the diversion.  By now, the hostages have been freed by a She-Legion team, and the rest of your band of Pirates has been taken into custody.” Sullivan said, with an amused smirk.

Captain Sammy and Pirate King stared back at them, gape-mouthed.

“Ye...yer bluffing, ye got to be bluffing, there’s no way in hell…” Captain Sammy stammered.

“Are we? Our She-Legion colleagues have been monitoring this conversation thanks to micro bugs, undetectable by standard means of frisking.  Did you get all this Ms. Americana?” Sullivan said, tapping his belt buckle.

“Every last word Agent Sullivan, meet you gentlemen at the rendezvous point as planned.” Ms. Americana’s voice replied, emanating from Sullivan’s belt.

Captain Sammy and Pirate King looked at each other, Pirate King sweating profusely.

“Oh, by the way dear Miss Jones, drop the chain smoker voice, your throat must be killing you by now!” Townshend added, smiling.

“Wha…how did…fuck…oh well, cat’s out of the bag…” Captain Sammy said, removing hat and Harlequin mask.

“Farewell Captain Sammy, all Hail Pirate Queen!” Sullivan said, unable to help himself.

“Alright then, tell me this, what’s keeping me from asking my lasses to shoot you dead?  We’re all be heading to the slammer anyway?” Samantha, the Pirate Queen said, defiantly.

“Well…ye could use them as hostages so we can escape…” Pirate King offered.

Pirate Queen looked at him, gracing him with a thankful smile.

“Let’s see…for starters, I don’t believe those young ladies holding us at gunpoint have killed anybody thus far…petty larceny and theft perhaps, direct or indirect involvement in kidnapping…which can all be plea-bargained.  Murder of Federal Agents…that’s life in prison.” Agent Townshend said, calmly.

Pirates Melissa and Angela looked at each other and dropped their weapons.  Without the hat and mask, the former captain Sammy didn’t look as impressive or intimidating any longer. And knowing that the rest of the band of Pirates was already placed in custody had rendered the situation inescapably clear. 

“What do you two think you’re doing?  We can use them as hostages!” Pirate Queen shrieked.

“Fuck this, the ride’s over! I’ll take my chances with the police!” Melissa said, as she made her way to the door.

“I’m with her! Whatever booty we got out of our ventures will be confiscated anyway!  I’m all for a plea bargain! We’re outta here!” Pirate Angela said, furious, following Pirate Melissa out the door.

“Oh, and by the way, as far as taking us hostages, our conversation is being monitored, remember?  The micro bugs we carry can be traced.”  Townshend said, smirking.

“Besides, had either one of you tried to use your flintlocks, you would have found them inexplicably jammed…an experimental gadget we’re testing on the field.  It generates a specific magnetic pulse that magnetizes any firearm.” Sullivan said.

Pirate Queen raised her flintlock, attempting to fire a round at Sullivan, and soon realized that the trigger wouldn’t budge.  Furious, she lunged for one of the Glocks, surprised that Sullivan and Townshend weren’t even trying to stop her.  She grabbed one, pulled the safety back…and still couldn’t budge the trigger.

“That’s right my dear, those too.  We need to have them demagnetized to be able to use them again.” Townshend said, pulling a set of zip-tie restraints out of his jacket pocket and cuffing Pirate Queen.

Smiling, Sullivan stepped closer to Pirate King.

“Oh yeah Wally…by the way…” Sullivan said, then knocking Pirate King on his ass with a roundhouse right to the jaw.

“Arrgh…you did say ye had a score to settle…are we square now?” Pirate King mumbled, rolling to his side, clutching his jaw.

“Not even close you old letch!  That barely makes up for the group rape of Ms. Americana…she happens to be a close personal friend of mine; anyone hurting or molesting her will have to deal with me.   But seeing that your stolen fortune is about to be confiscated and you’re about to spend the rest of your life behind bars; a sock in the jaw will have to do.” Sullivan said, sternly, as he pulled a set of zip-tie restrains from his own jacket pocket.

 

Chapter 12 – The Fine Art of misdirection part 2

 

Earlier that same day

 

“Alright, Detective Pearce, are you in position?” Ms. Americana asked, in her communicator.

“In position and awaiting instructions.” Pearce replied, on the rooftop of the Warehouse.

“Azure Angel, also in position?” Ms. Americana asked, repressing a snicker at disappointed look on Azure Angel’s face when they were instructed to take separate posts.

“In position and awaiting instructions Ms. Americana…are you sure this gizmo’s going to work?” Azure Angel asked, from the top of the Hotel that faced the Warehouse.

“We’ll soon find out…our friends at Wade Industries haven’t failed us yet.  Alright people on my mark…hit the switch in 5, 4, 3, 2…NOW!” Ms. Americana said, giving the command.

“Firearm Magnetic Pulse engaged, meet you at rendezvous point; Azure Angel out.” Azure Angel said, looking forward to be near the handsome detective Pearce again.

“Ditto Ms. Americana, are you certain we won’t need more backup?” Peace asked.

“We’ll manage, as long as DCPD catches the runaways we’re gold…though I might ask a few extra hands from Commissioner Bordon.  Rendezvous point in 5. Ms. Americana out.” Ms. Americana said.

“I just wish I sounded more confident than I feel…it’s not Quentin’s first rodeo, and while Chris isn’t as experienced in the field, he’s quite capable…all the same I hope nobody gets hurt.” Ms. Americana thought, as she was about to make her way to the rendezvous point with Flag Girl, at the old Sailors Warf Subway station.

Nightraven had returned, with Commissioner Bordon. They approached Ms. Americana and Flag Girl.

“Hi Ms. Americana, Veronica’s in a safe house, recuperating; what’s the scoop?” She asked.

“Agents Sullivan and Townshend will provide us with a diversion.  Azure Angel and Detective Pearce have enabled our experimental Firearm Magnetic Pulse generator at the Warehouse and Hotel; any firearm is now neutralized...including Special Agent Sullivan’s and Townshend’s.    Commissioner, if you could spare a few officers along with Detective Pearce?” Ms. Americana asked.

 “I certainly can, how many do you need?” Bordon replied.

“Two or three should suffice. Azure Angel, Pearce and Flag Girl will locate and free the hostages, while Nightraven and I will provide a second wave of diversion, turning the attention towards us, and flushing out stray pirates to your cordoned area. We meet at the old Sailors Warf Subway station in five minutes.  Once the hostages are safe, send in a SWAT team to help us secure the Warehouse,” Ms. Americana said.

Bordon smiled and nodded, picking up his walkie-talkie.

“Solid plan!  Bolton, Ramirez, Skelly, report to Ms. Americana at the old Sailors Warf Subway station immediately.  Follow her instructions to the letter.  Lieutenant Lewis, have your SWAT team on standby. Once the hostages are safely released, be ready to assist the She-Legion’s team to secure the Warehouse.  Bordon out.” He said, gracing Ms. Americana, Flag Girl and Nightraven with a smile.

“Bless you Commish!  Come on ladies, we got work to do!” Ms. Americana said, leading the way to old Sailors Warf Subway station, followed by Flag Girl and Nightraven.

“To recap, we meet up with Az, the hunk detective who can’t keep his eyes off her tits and three police officers to take down 23 female pirates…well, 22 if we remove Veronica from the official count. 22 of them for 8 of us…not too thrilled with those odds.” Nightraven said.

“Don’t forget that any firearm has now been disabled, and you didn’t count Chris and Sully, which makes it 22 to 10, with two teams running double diversion.  Sully’s plans usually work!” Flag Girl said.

“Well, you do make a point…” Nightraven relied, sounding unconvinced.

“We’ve handled worse odds girls, you’re both fine martial artists, as is Azure Angel.  Based on the intel we got from Veronica, very few of these women have any combat training.  In all likelihood, once they realize their weapons no longer work, they’ll hightail it out of there and right into the DCPD’s mitts.” Ms. Americana said, as they neared the old Sailors Warf Subway station, where Azure Angel and Detective Pearce were already waiting for them, chatting pleasantly.

They joined together and stood in a small circle, in front of the derelict Subway Station’s entrance.

“Hi ladies, so phase 2 of Sully’s plan?” Azure Angel asked.

“Not quite yet, I requested a few extra hands from Commissioner Bordon.  Officers Bolton, Ramirez and Skelly are on their way.” Ms. Americana said.

“I know Ramirez, she can handle herself quite well in a case of emergency, we both transferred from Steel City on the same ticket.  I’m not familiar with the other two.” Pearce said.

Azure Angel cast him a quizzical sideways glance that made Flag Girl repress a snicker.

“As official liaison with the DCPD, I can vouch that Officers Sonia Ramirez, Siobhan Skelly and Rick Bolton are tough as nails and quite capable; we couldn’t ask for better backup!” Nightraven said.

Unnoticed, the three police officers approached them.

“Ms. Americana, the Commissioner told us to report to you?”  Bolton said, in a timid voice.

“Indeed.  We already have Agents Sullivan and Townshend on site, providing us with a diversion; but due to the number of girl pirates in there, we’ll have a second team to run extra diversion while Azure Angel, Pearce and Flag Girl locate and free the hostages.  Officer Ramirez, I understand you’re familiar with Detective Pearce?” Ms. Americana said, addressing the three officers.

“Yeah, we’ve had each other’s back in the old SCPD.” Ramirez said, a crusty looking woman with a crew cut said.

“Definitely a lesbian, Dylan’s still fair game…” Azure Angel thought, with a sense of relief.

“You’re on their team.  Locate and release the hostages. Bolton and Skelly, you’re with Nightraven and me.  Neutralize and apprehend if possible, but mostly flush them out to your colleagues in the police cordon.  All firearms have been disabled by Azure Angel and Detective Pearce, using a Firearm Magnetic Pulse generator, but keep your eyes open for knives, swords or any other sharp object.  Any questions?” Ms. Americana said.

Bolton, Ramirez and Skelly shook their heads.

“Then let’s get to it, Agents Sullivan and Townshend will check-in with us in 15 minutes.  You know the way Az?” Ms. Americana said, turning her attention to Azure Angel.

“Yep, flashlights on and watch your step; right this way.” Azure Angel said, leading the way.

They carefully made their way down the stairs, and then towards the westbound gate, near the wickets.  Pearce walked towards the wheelchair access gate and flipped a mechanical lever, opening it.

 

“Ladies and gents, right this way…” Pearce said, with a smirk.

 

“Hey, that’s my line!” Azure angel said, tongue in cheek, once again taking the lead.

 

 

They walked to the westbound platform, wincing at the stale air.  They made their way to the end of the platform and to the maintenance crew stairs.

 

“Be careful going down those stairs and walking on the tracks, the last thing we need is a twisted ankle people” Azure Angel said, going down the few steps.

 

“Good tip Az, especially us with the high heel boots.” Ms. Americana said.

 

Very rapidly, they reached the maintenance door.  As she had done earlier, Azure Angel pulled the door open. 

 

“I take it this corridor runs from a different power grid, be very quiet everyone, we’re getting close.”  She said, in a low voice, as they switched off their flashlights.

 

“The damn place is derelict, I hope it doesn’t collapse on our heads…” Ramirez mumbled.

 

“Bite your tongue and zip it Ramirez, we have a job to do!” Pearce shot back, aggravated that Ramirez’s natural pessimism hadn’t changed.

 

“Zipping it…” Ramirez mumbled again, rolling her eyes.

 

Ms. Americana, clenched her jaws, repressing a chuckle. Moments later, they arrived at the end of the corridor. 

 

“Alright, search and rescue team with me…” Azure Angel said, turning left, followed by Flag Girl, Detective Pearce and Officer Ramirez.

 

“…and diversion team with me.  Good luck guys, stay safe!” Ms. Americana said, in a soft voice, turning right, followed by Nightraven, Officer Bolton and Officer Skelly.

 

“Same to you Ms. Americana…” Azure Angel mumbled, going into full stealth mode.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 13 – Search and Rescue

 

Azure Angel unsheathed her katana from its holster, walking down the hallway that led to the larger hall where Sullivan had blown up the Geek’s Plastoid army a few years prior.  Following suite, Flag Girl pulled her tazer brass knuckles from her belt, the same ones that had been gifted to her by the one and only Batman when they had been kidnapped by the wily Nomios.  Pearce and Ramirez drew their guns, regardless of the fact that they were effectively neutralized.

 

“The girl Pirates don’t know that…” Pearce thought, while Ramirez didn’t seem to know any better.

 

They slowed down their pace, hearing chatter up ahead.  The lingering stale smell of tar in the air told them that this was indeed the site where Sullivan had blown up the Plastoid army with C4 explosives.

 

“I’ll raise ya a pearl necklace and 2 gold earrings…” one voice said.

 

“If Bosun Veronica catches us goofing off there’s gonna be holy hell to pay…” another voice said.

 

“Yeah, we get it Les, we got it the first 22 times you said it! Are ya in or out?”  The first voice snapped, in an annoyed tone.

 

“Yeah, yeah Kate, I call, one ruby ring and an Onyx Rosary.” The second voice replied.

 

“I fold, I’m down to a hundred bucks cash and a Rolex watch…might as well quit while I’m ahead.” A third voice interjected.

 

“Pussy!  What about you Chrissie?” the first voice said.

 

“I call too, one Prada bag and a gold plated Longines ladies watch!” a fourth voice said.

 

“Chrissie, that’s actually worth more!” a fifth voice piped in.

 

“Well it ain’t like this shit came with a price tag on it!” the fourth voice protested.

 

Azure Angel grinned and looked at her team.  They quietly moved forward, towards the poker playing pirates. There were six of them in total:  Kate Robinson was dealing, while Leslie “Les” Dawson, Christine “Chrissie” Wylde, Mary Mae Lovett, Joanie Smith and her sister Debra were playing; gathered around an old crate, sitting on the dusty concrete floor.

 

Azure Angel looked at Flag Girl, grinning, gesturing at her to whistle.  Smiling, Flag Girl placed her gloved pinkies in her mouth, making sure the tazer brass knuckles were switched off, took a deep breath and whistled loudly; making the poker party jump and yelp, cards flying.  Pearce and Ramirez chuckled at the scene.

 

“What the Hell?” Kate screamed, fumbling for her flintlock.

 

“Oh SHIT!” Les quipped, absent-mindedly reaching for the ruby ring and Onyx Rosary.

 

Chrissie gasped and tossed the Prada bag in the general direction of the rescue party while Mary Mae got to her hands and knees trying to crawl away.  The Smith sisters instinctively reached for each other and hugged, looking terrified.  Kate managed to get hold of her flintlock but saw the drawn police guns and Azure Angel’s katana ready to strike; and finally decided that discretion was the better part of valor dropping her flintlock to the concrete floor.

 

“If I may Azure Angel?” Detective Pearce asked.

 

“By all means detective!” Azure Angel replied, pleasantly.

 

“All of you face down and put your hands on your head!  No point in trying to sneak away young lady, we got this Warehouse surrounded!” Pearce said, addressing that last remark to poor Mary Mae Lovett whose attempt at fleeing had been thwarted.

 

“Damn it…” she mumbled, crawling back to her partners in crime.

 

The female pirates complied, as the rescue party moved in closer.

 

“All yours Azure Angel, what are your instructions?” Pearce asked.

 

“Hmm…I doubt we have enough handcuffs and restraints for all of them, we’d be short 2…” Azure Angel said, smirking.

 

“However, I could tazer the remaining two…” Flag Girl added, with a mischievous grin.

 

“Hey wait a minute…” Kate protested.

 

“Gee Flag Girl, did you hear anything?  Sounds like our Piratesses have a problem with being tazered!” Azure Angel said.

 

“I see, perhaps they feel that theft, kidnapping and looting should be treated with kid gloves!” Flag Girl replied, putting her hands on her hips.

 

Pearce smiled.

 

“Those girls are good…” he said in a low voice.

 

“Playing head games with the perps…hats off!” Ramirez mumbled back, impressed.

 

“We’re kind of on a tight schedule though, so where’s the old cafeteria?  The one who cooperates won’t get tazed.”   Azure Angel said, casually laying the flat surface of her katana on her shoulder.

 

They all began talking at once, their answers a confused mess.  Azure Angel and Flag Girl chuckled good-heartedly.

 

“One at a time ladies! You, the crawler, what were you trying to say?” Azure Angel said, raising her voice.

 

Mary Mae looked up, hands still on her head, forcing her to perform an awkward chin-up.

 

“See the fire door behind us?  Through it, second door on your left.  The hostages are safe and well fed, prolly drunk as skunks on rum.” Mary Mae said, pointing to the fire door with her elbow.

 

“How many guards?” Azure Angel asked.

 

“That’s all of us here, honest…they’re locked up tight and we were getting bored.” Debra volunteered.

 

“It’s true, we actually thought 6 of us to guard the hostages was overkill, but orders are orders.” Kate added.

 

Azure Angel nodded.

 

“Alright ladies, am-scray.  If you give yourselves up to the DCPD surrounding the place, they’ll go easy on you, and you might even get a plea bargain.  Try to fight us or warn the others and we’ll hand you your asses before the S.W.A.T. team picks you up and sends you to the slammer’s infirmary; capeesh?”  Azure Angel said, sternly, to a chorus of “yeah…yeah” from the small group.

 

Kate Robinson, Leslie Dawson, Christine Wylde, Mary Mae Lovett, Joanie and Debra Smith stood up and scampered away towards the nearest exit; leaving their ill-gotten gain behind.

 

“Are you sure that was wise?” Pearce asked Azure Angel.

 

“Our mission is the secure release of the hostages.  All firearms have been neutralized and they have nowhere to run.  Restraining them would just be a delay we can’t afford.” Azure Angel said.

 

Pearce nodded, and followed Azure Angel as she led her team towards the fire door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 14 – Extended diversion tactics

 

 

Meanwhile, Ms. Americana, Nightraven, Officers Bolton and Skelly were out on a mission to seek out and scatter as many female pirates as possible.

 

“Remote linkup, access code Ms. Americana 1.0 do you copy Annie?” Ms. Americana said in a low voice, her bracelet communicator to her lips, as she made her way through the Warehouse’s corridors, followed by Nightraven, Bolton and Skelly.

 

“Access code approved Ms. Americana, linkup complete.  How may I be of assistance?” Annie’s electronic voice enquired.

 

“Can you trace Special Agents Sullivan and Townshend’s micro-bugs, make sure they’re properly functioning?” Ms. Americana asked, keeping her voice as quiet as possible.

 

“Micro-bugs active and functional, Special Agents Sullivan and Townshend are currently on the street level of the Warehouse, and making their way towards the exit.  Would you like to monitor their conversation?” Annie asked.

 

“That was the plan Annie, direct link the micro-bugs to my ear bud, otherwise we need to be under radio silence; Ms. Americana out.” Ms. Americana said.

 

She shut-off her communicator, and held her hand to her ear, listening to the transmission from the micro-bugs.  She drew in a deep breath and nodded.

 

“Got a status on the boys?” Nightraven asked.

 

“Yes, they’ve just been picked up by two female pirates and being taken to the brains of the operation; the notorious Captain Sammy…” Ms. Americana said, feeling a bit uneasy in spite of herself.

 

“Not their first rodeo Brenda, and Quentin’s saved your butt many times over, relax…” she reminded herself, in private thought.

 

“Uh…ma’am?” Officer Bolton asked, timidly.

 

“Now it’s up to us, where are those girls anyway?” Nightraven said, not hearing Bolton’s enquiry.

 

“Ma’am?” Bolton asked again, in a more insistent tone.

 

“Please Officer Bolton, it’s Ms. Americana…what’s up?” Ms. Americana replied, slightly amused by Officer Bolton’s timidity.

 

“Of course, Ms. Americana…that door to the left…” Bolton said, pointing at it.

 

“Yes, what about it?” Ms. Americana replied, having a bit of fun as his expense.

 

Officer Skelly let out a frustrated grunt.

 

“C’m on Rick, spit it out already!” Skelly said, rolling her eyes.

 

“Damn it, keep it down!  Am I the only one who sees light coming out from under that door?  As in there might be people in there?” Bolton tried to whisper, flustered.

 

“Well I’ll be…good eye Bolton!” Nightraven said, now noticing it herself.

 

“Indeed…I became so engrossed in monitoring our FBI colleagues that I missed it!  Good catch Officer!” Ms. Americana said, slightly frowning under her mask.

 

“Thanks!” Bolton said, blushing.

 

Ms. Americana walked closer to the door, feeling a rush of adrenaline.  She could faintly hear women chatting behind the closed door, as well as the sound of either a radio or a television in the background.  She reached for the secret compartment on her power belt and produced two anti-anesthetic capsules.  She handed them to Officers Bolton and Skelly.

 

“Those capsules are coated for easy swallowing without water. It’s an anti-anesthetic, we’re about to use some knock-out gas on those ladies behind that door.  Nightraven and I have already taken our doses beforehand, just in case.” Ms. Americana said.

 

Bolton and Skelly looked at each other, shrugged and popped the capsules. Smirking, Nightraven pulled an item from her cleavage, no larger than a small grape.

 

“I was wondering if I’d get to use one of those!  You’re positive they go off on impact Ms. Americana?” Nightraven asked.

 

“Positive, after several tests, they fill up a medium sized room with enough knock-out gas to last for hours.  I kick the door in, you toss the gas cap.” Ms. Americana said, with a subtle smirk on her lips.

 

Nightraven nodded, positioning herself to Ms. Americana’s left.  Assuming a karate stance, Ms. Americana extended her long, shapely and muscular leg; the heel of her boot connecting with the door handle.  As the door swung open, multiple shrieks of surprise were heard. 

 

Nightraven tossed in the knock-out gas cap in the storage room, which was being used as ad-hoc sleeping quarters.  It became filled with a thick mist within seconds.  Coughing could be heard next, followed by the sound of bodies slumping to the ground.

 

Ms. Americana, Nightraven, Bolton and Skelly peered through the door.

 

“Alright…I’m counting 9 piratesses, incapacitated and out of action for the next few hours.” Ms. Americana said, with a satisfied smirk on her lips.

 

“That should make the Commissioner’s final cleanup of the place nice and tidy, any updates on our FBI friends?” Nightraven asked.

 

“Special Agent Sullivan just said ‘There’s Waldo’…I have a feeling we’ll be wrapping up pretty soon!” Ms. Americana said, snickering.

 

Ms. Americana’s communicator chimed.

 

“Ms. Americana here.” She said.

 

“Azure Angel here Ms. Americana, hostages located and being escorted out, six piratesses being flushed out to the police.” Azure Angel said.

 

“Great work Az, 9 incapacitated on our end, and 2 escorting our FBI colleagues to Captain Sammy; which leaves…” Ms. Americana started.

 

“Four.” Nightraven volunteered.

 

“Four left to flush out.  Safe passage outside and see you in a bit.” Ms. Americana said.

 

“Right back at you, oh, by the way, Ms. Stevens says she’s looking forward to meet ‘hunky Cousin Quentin’…see you soon!” Azure Angel said, snickering.

 

Ms. Americana chuckled, while Nightraven politely giggled, both not wanting to let on that Ms. Americana was romantically involved with ‘hunky Cousin Quentin’.

 

“I’m sure there’s a joke in there, but I’m missing the punch line…” Skelly said, nonplussed.

 

Ms. Americana sighed, smiling knowingly.

 

“One of the hostages happens to be Erotic Supermodel Rachel Stevens; who happens to be the common-law spouse of Rock musician Michael Sullivan.” She said.

 

“Who happens to be the cousin of FBI Special Agent Sullivan!” Nightraven chimed in.

 

“The same Special Agent Sullivan who devised this plan, and who is currently in the presence of ‘Captain Sammy’ along with Special Agent Townshend.” Ms. Americana concluded.

 

“Hunky Cousin Quentin, gotcha!” Bolton said, smiling.

 

Ms. Americana nodded, discreetly rolling her eyes behind her mask.

 

“Let’s keep going, four more to go!” She said, leading the way.

 

After a few moments, she put her gloved hand to her ear, smiling.

 

“Every last word Agent Sullivan, meet you gentlemen at the rendezvous point as planned.” Ms. Americana said, relieved.

 

“What’s up?” Nightraven asked, looking at Ms. Americana.

 

She put a finger to her lips, trying to follow the rest of the conversation coming through her ear bud.  A satisfied smiled graced her lips.

 

“Samantha Jones is in fact ‘Captain Sammy’…her reunion to the old Pirate King has been short lived, as her last two guards have abandoned ship so to speak, and Agents Sullivan and Townshend are apprehending Jones and King.” Ms. Americana said, removing the ear bud from her right ear.

 

“So it’s academic now, fa…Commissioner Bordon can send in the cleanup crew!” Nightraven said, catching herself before saying ‘father’.

 

Ms. Americana cast Bolton and Skelly a sympathetic smile.

 

“So what do you say Officers?  The hostages have been safely released and the brains behind the outfit have been arrested…shall we call it a day then?” Ms. Americana asked.

 

“You’re in charge Ms. Americana, but if it’s all the same to you, we’ve come this far, let’s finish this!” Skelly said, with a grin.

 

“I agree, we’ve just come across one …dormitory, for lack of a better term, which lodged 9 women.  While Skelly and I weren’t given a precise number, I’d guess-timate the female pirates total about 20?  Nine and six plus four to go and you mentioned two more escorting the FBI agents?” Bolton said, scratching his head.

 

“You were paying attention, very good Officer Bolton!” Ms. Americana said.

 

Bolton nodded, blushing a little.

 

“Well, if those dormitories accommodate 10 to 12 women, we caught 9…which means there must be another one of those dormitory-converted storage rooms nearby; chances are we’ll find the remaining four in one of those.” Bolton concluded.

 

“Ricky my dear, sometimes you impress me!” Skelly said, with a wink.

 

“Oh stop it!” Bolton said, playing along.

 

“Alright then, let’s do this; but keep your eyes peeled, I don’t anticipate much resistance, but there’s nothing more dangerous as a rat that feels cornered.” Ms. Americana said.

 

“Indeed!” Nightraven said, as Ms. Americana led the way.

 

They made it to the end of the hallway, which turned left at the very end.  After waking for a few more metres, they stopped.  The voice of a woman speaking hysterically got their attention.  Following the sound of her voice, they drew near what used to be the employees’ change room.

 

“I don’t like it! Not one damn bit! First Bosun Veronica gives us a speech on appropriate behaviour and Kimmy and I get denied our fair share of loot; then, two intruders get caught by one of our patrols…” piratesse Doris vented, fuming.

 

“Those two would be undercover cops that I wouldn’t be surprised.” Piratesse Kimmy added.

 

“You gals ought to switch to decaf…” a third voice interjected.

 

“Butt out Luiza, at least you got your share!” Doris snapped.

 

“Alright, CHILL!  The last thing we all need is for Veronica to overhear you and snitch to the Captain!  If you think getting denied your fair share was harsh, try disciplinary action on for size!” a fourth voice snapped back.

 

After a tense pause, the conversation continued.

 

“Point taken Sylvia, but I still feel this whole operation is coming apart at the seams, and if there was a way to…abandon ship, to keep up with the whole damn modern pirates theme, I’d be outta here in a heartbeat.” Doris said, in a calmer voice.

 

“Oh, you’re just pissed off because you got caught messing around and didn’t get paid because of it.” Luiza said.

 

“Geezus Murphy I’m gonna shut you up!” Doris hissed, lunging at Luiza.

 

“Whoa, Doris easy!” Kimmy yelped.

 

“Hey! GET OFF ME YOU CRAZY DYKE!” Luiza screamed, now caught in a catfight.

 

“Aw geez!  Sylvia give me a hand!” Kimmy said, trying to break it up.

 

“I’ll give you Dyke you mouthy BITCH!” Doris growled, tearing Luiza’s blouse open and biting her ample bosom.

 

“OOOWWW GET OFF!” Luiza shrieked, trying to push Doris’ face away from her chest with both hands.

 

“Dammit…I’m an engineer, not a MMA ref!” Sylvia mumbled, trying her best to help Kimmy separate Doris and Luiza.

 

“Say, I hope we’re not interrupting anything?” Ms. Americana said, in a loud voice.

 

Doris and Luiza stopped their catfight while Kimmy and Sylvia jumped, startled.  They looked up to the door and saw Ms. Americana, Nightraven and two police officers standing in the doorway.

 

“I mean, I’m all for a bit of action, but usually the criminals fight us!” Ms. Americana continued, with a smug smirk on her lips.

 

“Coming apart at the seams indeed…” Luiza mumbled, as she and Doris finally broke up the catfight.

 

Sitting on the floor, Doris began giggling uncontrollably.

 

“Oh Geez, looks like this one’s lost her marbles!” Nightraven said, smirking.

 

“You have no idea blondie!  Just like that, it’s all over and NOBODY GETS PAID!  The irony is just HILARIOUS!” Doris said, now lying on her back, half laughing and half crying.

 

Ms. Americana sighed and shook her head.

 

“Alright then, Officers Bolton and Skelly, book ‘em.” Ms. Americana said.

 

“Yes Ma’am!” Bolton and Skelly answered in unison.

 

 

Chapter 15 – The Party

 

 

To show her gratitude, Rachel Stevens had decided to throw an elaborate party for her rescuers.

 

“Alright everybody, our digs may not be as lavish as Ms. Wade’s but mi casa su casa, Crystal’s got the hot tub running, the swimming pool is fully lit and at a comfortable 80 Fahrenheit; help yourselves to food and drink, everybody have fun!” She said, smiling.

 

A bit disappointed that Ms. Americana and Flag Girl weren’t likely to make it, she was glad that at the very least, Azure Angel and Nightraven could RSVP, as did ‘hunky Cousin Quentin’, his hot girlfriend Brenda Wade, Special Agent Townshend and his hot girlfriend, journalist Dana King.

 

“Not as lavish…who’s she kidding? Bi-level Penthouse suite with sauna, outdoor hot tub and heated swimming pool; not lavish she says!” Special Agent Townshend privately thought, smirking.

 

The entire DCPD contingent was on duty that night, which suited Rachel fine.  An eclectic mix of Psychedelic Rock, Smooth Jazz and Latin music set the mood, as the guests enjoyed drinks and finger foods.

 

“Goddamn Cuz, for a guy who recently took a desk assignment, you’re sure the hands-on type of guy!” Mikey Sullivan joked, bringing his beer to his lips. 

 

“Old habits die hard Mikey, something Brenda can attest to.” Quentin replied, gracing Brenda with a wink.

 

“Hey, my best friend Ms. Americana has his back, so I know my Quentin is well protected!” Brenda replied, returning Quentin’s wink.

 

“According to what our friend Azure Angel told me, the plan was yours Quentin, wasn’t it?” Rachel asked.

 

“It was…and it wouldn’t have stood a snowball’s chance in hell without the full cooperation of Commissioner Bordon and his brave men and women, the amazing technology from Wade Enterprises and the well-oiled, well-coordinated She-Legion-FBI team.” Quentin said, casting a thankful glance towards Azure Angel and Nightraven; and giving Brenda’s hand an affectionate squeeze.

 

“You’re far too kind Sully!” Nightraven said, with a nod.

 

“Sully?” Mikey said, casting Quentin a teasing grin.

 

“Yeah, a nickname I picked up at the Academy, it kind of stuck.  My friends call me Sully…though you’d be a Sully too!” Quentin said, smiling.

 

“Sully Q and Sully M!” Azure Angel said, chuckling.

 

“Stereo Sullies! Oh, is that Champagne near the hot tub?” Nightraven asked, taking a peek towards the open sliding glass door.

 

“Certainly is, come on girls you’re both off duty, indulge a little!” Rachel said, with a nod.

 

“Don’t mind if I do!” Nightraven said, standing up.

 

“Hey wait for me!” Azure Angel said, following her.

 

“So…what’s the dirt on Detective Hunk and you Az?  I’m surprised he declined Rachel’s invite!” Nightraven asked, in a low voice as they walked towards the open sliding door.

 

Azure Angel shrugged.

 

“We’re supposed to keep a low profile in public aren’t we?  Besides, until I’m confident that Dylan is a serious candidate…” Azure Angel said, in a low voice.

 

“As serious as a certain pair of F.B.I. agents we’re familiar with…”  Nightraven said, with a nod.

 

Azure Angel touched her nose.

 

“I’m taking my time vetting him out. So far he’s been charming and respectful…fighting his baser instincts not to undress me with his eyes…once I’m satisfied he’s a keeper, I’ll jump his bones and satisfy myself in a different way.” Azure Angel replied discreetly, with a wink.

 

Clad in a black bikini, Crystal greeted them near the hot tub.

 

“Ah ladies, ready for a soak?  Help yourselves to a flute, the Champagne is particularly refreshing tonight!” Crystal said, smiling.

 

They nodded, stripped down to their panties while keeping their masks on, and climbed into the hot tub.  Crystal handed them each a Champagne flute and then joined them in the water.

 

“That’s right girls, relax, you earned it!” Rachel called from indoors, with a wave.

 

Crystal, Azure angel and Nightraven raised their flutes in acknowledgement.  Rachel returned her attention to Brenda, Mikey and Quentin, sighing.

 

“Still, I wish Ms. Americana and Flag Girl would show up, so I may thank them properly.” Rachel said, looking disappointed.

 

Mickey rolled his eyes while Brenda graced her with a warm smile.

 

“Well, perhaps we could persuade them…Quentin, you still have the She-Legion Central number in your contacts list?’ Brenda asked, giving Quentin a discreet wink.

 

“Sure but…” Quentin blurted out, wondering what she was up to.

 

“Hand me your cell, I’ll send Ms. Americana a quick text!” she said, with a mischievous smirk.

 

Quentin complied, pulling his cell phone from his jacket pocket; Dana and Chris observing them with a curious frown.  Grinning from ear to ear, Brenda typed a text message which she promptly sent.  After a few moments, the cell phone chimed as a reply had been received.  Brenda nodded, with a satisfied smile.

 

“She just texted me back, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl will be here in about ten minutes!” Brenda said, handing the cell phone back to Quentin.

 

Quentin took a peek at his cell phone’s screen before pocketing it, and understood at once, while Dana and Chris looked at each other with a shrug.

 

“Hexanna and Amazing Babe will be Ms. Americana and Flag Girl’s stand-ins, with a disguise spell for the duration of the party; smart move Brenda!” He thought, giving Brenda an understanding nod.

 

“Sweet news Brenda, thank you so much!” Rachel said, putting her cocktail down on the coffee table, to give Brenda a friendly hug.

 

“Stunt doubles?” Chris mumbled in Dana’s ear.

 

“Very likely, but I wonder how they’ll pull it off!” She mumbled back.

 

Crystal walked in from the sliding glass door, wearing a skimpy, wet, skin tight black bikini; her body glistening with water.

 

“Hey everybody, the water’s mighty fine in the hot tub! Azure Angel and Nightraven are already taking a soak in their skivvies and chillaxing with Champagne; plenty of room if anyone else’s interested!” she said, beckoning the guests outside.

 

“Oh! Cool, we’re in! Come Chris!” Dana said, dragging him to the patio by the arm.

 

“Guess we’re going in the hot tub!” he mumbled, an amused smirk on his lips.

 

Rachel, Michael, Brenda and Quentin chuckled good-heartedly.

 

Dana King and Chris Townshend made their way out and got busy stripping down to their skivvies; while Crystal Warren, Azure Angel and Nightraven relaxed in the hot tub, snickering charmingly as they sipped Champagne.

“Oh dear...I didn’t realize I’d be surrounded by gorgeous topless women…” Chris said, as he turned to enter the hot tub.

“Don’t be shy Agent Townshend, we won’t bite I promise!” Crystal said, with a mischievous grin.

“Go on Chris, when in Rome as they say!” Dana said, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the patio floor; setting her firm D–cuppers free.

“When in Rome indeed...” Chris mumbled under his breath.

He lustfully stared at Dana’s ample bosom as she teasingly winked at him before joining Crystal, Azure Angel and Nightraven in the hot tub.

“Prof. Whirter you old bastard… that hormonal booster serum sure did a magnificent job in turning Dana’s perky C cups into voluptuous D's...and by the looks of things, Az and Nightraven have also benefited from the same treatment! That Crystal Warren is no slouch either...  Four gorgeous, buxom women...oh my poor nerves!” Chris thought, hoping to keep his erection under control as he joined the women in the hot tub.

Crystal snickered as Chris tried to avert his eyes from the gorgeous naked breasts surrounding him.

“Why Special Agent Townshend, you look awfully tense!” she said, teasingly.

“Oh I know a way to relax him!” Dana said, with a mischievous smirk on her lips.

“Oh dear...”  Chris mumbled, anticipating what Dana had in mind.

Back in the living room, Mikey picked up his empty beer bottle, with an absent look on his face. 

 

“I need a refill…you guys okay? Rach, Brenda, Quentin?” he asked as he stood up.

 

“No love I’m fine…oh Brenda I’m so excited!” Rachel said, only half-paying attention to Mikey.

 

“I’m fine too Mikey…but if Quentin could grab me a few more of those spring rolls with sweet and sour sauce on the side?” Brenda said, nodding at Rachel, but also noticing the expression on Mikey’s face and hoping that Quentin could see what was on his cousin’s mind.

 

“Sure thing baby girl, my own drink could use some freshening up!” Quentin said, smiling, but also noticing Mikey’s brooding expression.

 

They walked towards the large table that served as bar and buffet. Mikey placed his empty bottle back in the pack of 24 Belgian Ales and grabbed a fresh one, twisting off the cap.  Quentin put a few ice cubes in his glass and reached for the bottle of tonic water.

 

“Alright Mikey-boy, out with it, I’ve seen that look before, what’s eating you?” Quentin said, in a low voice as he poured tonic water in his glass.

 

Mikey sighed.

 

“Well, let’s see…Crys is having a private party of her own with Azure Angel, Nightraven, your pal Chris and his girlfriend Dana…” Mikey mumbled, looking towards the open sliding glass door.

 

Quentin looked and saw what Mikey meant: the women were all topless, and engaged in a French-kissing contest with Chris Townshend being the sole judge and recipient.

 

“Lucky son of a bitch! Mind that you don’t pass out from exhaustion like I did!” Quentin thought, suppressing a smirk as he put the tonic water bottle back down and then reached for the Gin bottle.

 

“I see what you mean.” Quentin replied, keeping his voice low, grabbing the measuring shot glass.

 

Mikey sighed again.

 

“Based on Crystal’s current behaviour and Rachel going all goo-goo eyed over the prospect of meeting Ms. Americana and Flag Girl…her idea of ‘thanking them properly’ is likely to go full lesbian on them and fucking them both while I entertain the guests for her.” Mikey said, his voice shaking a little, and then taking a sip from his beer.

 

“Did Brenda forget to recite her mantra?  I’m not horny yet…Mikey doesn’t look horny either…I’m usually the first one influenced by Brenda’s Aphrodite pheromones…” Quentin wondered.

 

“Cuz, the way Rachel was talking after her rescue, the last thing on her mind is to hurt you.  And as far as Ms. Americana goes, while she won’t say no to sex with a woman, she usually prefers there be a man involved…” Quentin said, casting Mikey a reassuring smile as he measured a shot of Gin.

 

“You mean you and…” Mikey asked with a frown.

 

“Yep, Brenda, Ms. Americana, Jungle Babe and me once…killer orgasm, but I passed out from exhaustion.  The way Ms. Americana thinks, group sex is only okay as long as all parties involved are also okay with it; in other words, she’ll only go for it as long as you’re involved too.” Quentin said, pouring the shot in his glass.

 

“Changed a few names, but close enough, Hexanna swings both ways, so it should work out fine…not sure about Amazing Babe, but I think she’ll join in on the fun.” he thought, privately.

 

“Holy shit…didn’t realize Brenda was that open minded…say, don’t forget the spring rolls!” Mikey said, letting Quentin’s words sink in.

 

“I guess group sex with hot women runs in the Sullivan veins!” Quentin said, putting his glass on the table so he could fix a plate for Brenda.

 

Mikey laughed good-heartedly, and took another sip from his beer.

 

“Well I tell you what Cuz, should Rachel and I give Ms. Americana and Flag Girl an extended tour of the master bedroom, if you get my drift…there’s a guest room on the upper level with a gorgeous view; fully soundproof and with full glass outside walls.”  Mikey said, with a grin.

“Do tell Mikey boy, do tell!” Quentin replied, eyebrows arched.

Mikey chuckled.

“Should we need to…excuse ourselves, feel free to use that guest room with Brenda...sex by the city lights is quite the experience!” Mikey said, with a wink.

“Sounds fascinating!” Quentin said, as they walked back to the couch.

“Fascinating he says! Try hotter than hell Spock!” Mikey replied, grinning.

Chuckling, they sat back down, Mikey near Rachel, and Quentin near Brenda.

“Rachel my dear, don't hog Ms. Americana and Flag Girl to yourself when they get here; I too owe them thanks for returning you to me safe and sound!” Mikey pleasantly said, patting Rachel’s lap with his free hand.

“Oh but of course you silly! You didn’t think I’d go in business for myself did you?” she said, chuckling charmingly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.  A few moments later, the doorbell rang. Rachel stood up excitedly, pulling Mikey up by the arm.

“Ooh, I bet that’s Ms. Americana and Flag Girl! Come Mikey, help me greet our newly arrived guests!” she said, as Mikey got to his feet.

“Coming, coming…” Mikey said, in a way that made Brenda and Quentin chuckle.

Brenda leaned over and took a peek towards the sliding glass doors.

“Oh wow, they’re really getting into it out there!” Brenda said, feeling aroused.

Quentin looked and nodded, gape-mouthed.

“French-kissing contest mutated into a blowjob contest…vaguely reminds me of something we did…along with Hexanna…whom as it turns out will be seeing more action this evening…are you as turned on as I am?” Quentin said, turning his head back towards Brenda, unable to help the Cheers reference. 

Brenda laughed charmingly, and brought her face closer to his, looking deep into his eyes.

“Do you need to ask? Let’s just say it’s a good thing I recited my ‘my pheromones are for Quentin only’ mantra today!” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Well, there’s a guest room on the upper level with our names on it…” he said, in a warm, low key voice.

She giggled with anticipation, as Rachel’s voice was heard.

“You already know Brenda and Quentin…” Rachel said, guiding ‘Ms. Americana’ and ‘Flag Girl’ on a tour of their place.

They stood up, smiling.

“Holy shit that’s uncanny!” Quentin thought, amazed by how perfect the disguise spell had transformed Hexanna into Ms. Americana and Amazing Babe into Flag Girl.

“Oh course! Quentin, Brenda, didn’t expect to see you so soon, but glad to see you both anyway!” Hexanna said, in perfect Ms. Americana tone; leaning in for a hug with Brenda, and then with Quentin.

“And enjoying themselves in the hot tub…quite vigorously it would appear, are our partner Crystal Warren, your friends Nightraven and Azure Angel, Special Agent Townshend and his girlfriend Dana King.” Rachel said, blushing a little.

“Hot and heavy! Get a room you guys!” ‘Flag Girl’ Amazing Babe shouted, tongue in cheek.

“Speaking of rooms…” Mikey said, with a mischievous smirk.

“Would you care to visit the Master bedroom?” Rachel pleasantly said, completing Mikey’s sentence.

“Hm, Master bedroom you say? How about it Flag Girl?” Hexanna said, lips pursed, in an uncanny Ms. Americana way.

“Wicked, I’d love to!” Amazing Babe said, perfectly channeling Flag Girl.

“Right this way then!” Mikey said, smiling.

They made their way to the hallway that led to the Master bedroom.  Brenda grinned and gave Quentin’s thigh a squeeze, removing her horn-rimmed prop glasses.

“Well then lover-boy…shall we?” She asked, pointing at the spiral staircase that led to the upper floor.

“By all means!” he said, mouth feeling dry, pants feeling uncomfortably tight.

They stood up, chuckling, and Brenda grabbed Quentin by the arm, leading him towards the staircase. As they made their way to the guest bedroom, the hot tub contingent was now involved in an elaborate love train: Chris was fucking Dana doggy-style as she ate Nightraven’s pussy. Azure Angel was sitting on Nightraven’s face, enjoying lip service of her own, as she leaned backwards, her head between Crystal’s legs who stood there, kneading her breasts as Azure Angel ate her out.

In the master bedroom, Hexanna and Amazing Babe were enjoying their roles as Ms. Americana and Flag Girl’s clones.  Dressed only in their masks, ‘Ms. Americana’ sat on Rachel’s face as she sucked Mikey’s cock who was standing in bed, Rachel’s body between his feet.  ‘Flag Girl’ had her face buried between Rachel’s thighs, giving her pussy a thorough licking.

‘Ms. Americana’s’ body tensed up, feeling an orgasm overtaking her.

“HMMMMMMPPPFFF!” She moaned loudly, Mikey’s cock still in her mouth.

She released him, gasping for air.

“Rachel’s got an amazing tongue and Mikey’s cock tastes great, wanna switch places Flag Girl?” she asked, as Rachel took a short break from her pussy eating.

“Sounds great to me! Say…Rachel, if Mikey can last that long, would you be okay if he fucked us too?” ‘Flag Girl’ asked.

“It’s a love fest Flag Girl, I’m sure Mikey would love to fuck the three of us!” Rachel said, as they switched places.

“Oh you bet I would...” Mikey moaned as ‘Flag Girl’ continued ‘Ms. Americana’s’ blowjob.

“Quentin says he collapsed from exhaustion when he had his foursome with Brenda and Ms. Americana…I hope my cardio’s better! But if I collapse too…what a way to go!” Mikey thought, in full tantric mode.

Entering the guest bedroom, Brenda pulled Quentin against her, pressing her massive chest against his; kissing him fiercely.  She distractedly tossed her prop glasses aside, not caring whether they landed on the night table near the bed or on the floor; still kissing. 

His hands went from her muscular buttocks to the small of her back, up to her shoulders and then back down, unbuttoning her leather skirt and pulling the zipper down, letting it slide down her long, shapely legs and around her ankles.  Giggling charmingly, she kicked her skirt aside, unbuttoning his shirt as their tongues continued their sensual tango.

His hands now moved up to the back of her head, unclamping the gold and mother of pearl barrette keeping her bun together, dropping it to the carpeted floor as Brenda’s luxurious mane cascaded down her shoulders and back. She interrupted their kissing, smiling.

“You are one sexy, manly man Quentin Sullivan!” She said, removing his shirt and tossing it aside.

“You have me beat on the sexy side Brenda, you’re smoldering hot!  The silk stockings, garter belt and lacy cut-out panties are just…wow!” Quentin said, almost stuttering as she unbuckled his belt and he unbuttoned her blouse.

His pants and her blouse hit the floor simultaneously.  He stared at her gape mouthed as she shot him a sultry grin.

“I have a bra that matches too!  And by the looks of it, you like what you see!  Agreed I wasn’t expecting to show them to you until we got home but…here will do just fine!” She said, comically placing her fingers on his chin to close his mouth.

He chuckled and looked down, realizing that his shoes were in the way of removing his pants.  He started to bend over, but she quickly got to her knees, beating him to the punch.

“Let me help you with those…” she said, pulling his left shoe off as he held onto her shoulders for balance.

She tossed it aside, and got busy with the other shoe; their discarded clothing items forming an odd mosaic on the carpeted floor. The right shoe joined its counterpart as she freed him from his pants.  She then focused her attention on the bulge in his boxer briefs, casting it a lustful look. She pulled his boxer briefs down, and then stared at his erect cock, licking her lips; her Aphrodite pheromones now permeating the air of the guest room.

“Yum…” she said in a near whisper, her left hand gently cradling his scrotum and holding the base of his penis between the thumb, index and middle finger of her right hand, teasingly rubbing his glans against her lips, making him tremble.

“Oh my God Brenda…” he mumbled, breathing hard.

Slowly, she took his length in her mouth; bobbing her head increasingly faster, enjoying the effect it had on him. His hands slid down from her shoulders towards her bra clasp.  

“Wait, let me!” She said, stopping the blowjob and reaching behind her back, unclasping her bra and releasing her massive G-cup breasts as Quentin stared in awe.

“It doesn’t matter how many times I see you naked, God you’re so gorgeous! Descendant of Aphrodite indeed!”  Quentin moaned as she slowly stood up, rubbing her breasts against his crotch, his erect cock sandwiched in her cleavage, and then up his lower abdomen, midriff, and then stopping at his muscular chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him again.

“Bed?” he asked, gasping.

“Now!” she replied.

She gasped as he swept her off her feet; carrying her to the bed.  He put her down gently, kissing her again.

“Let’s free your bottom of those sexy panties now…” he said, in a husky voice.

With a sultry smile on her face, she lifted her hips to help him with the panty removal. He dismissively tossed them to the floor; joining the rest of their clothes.

“Those too…I want to kiss your feet, and those get in the way!” He said, removing her sensible low-heeled suede shoes, that she wore in an effort not to look taller than Quentin. 

They hit the floor with a dull thump.  Still standing next to the bed, he pulled her by the hips towards the edge as she spread her legs, knowing what he had in mind.  Holding her legs up, he knelt and buried his face in her crotch; his tongue teasing her clit, labia, anus and right back at her clit, generating a litany of moans and groans of pleasure, Brenda breathing hard and fast.

“Oh Quentin! Quentin! Quentiiiiiin! Don’t stop!  Don’t stop! So close! So close! Hmm I’m cuh…cuh…cuuuummiiiing!” Brenda shouted, fondling her massive breasts, shaking from her orgasm.

He teasingly darted his tongue in her vulva, making her bounce on the bed from the intensity.

“Who baby, you must have been real aroused, it’s the first time you cum this fast!” he said, smiling.

She giggled charmingly.

“Hello? Orgies at the outdoor hot tub and in the Master bedroom!  Sexiest man ever licking my pussy!  You bet I’m aroused!  How about those kisses on my feet you promised?” she said, with a mischievous grin.

Holding her legs, he stood up, moving his hands to her ankles and bringing her feet to his face.  He placed her feet against his cheeks, rubbing his face against her arches like a cat; enjoying the warmth of her feet and the feel of silk against his skin.

“Hm…that’s nice…” Brenda said.

He then began kissing her right foot, toe by toe, then the ball of the foot, the arch, the heel and the side of the foot.

“Mmmh, I love it…left foot please!” she said, wiggling her left toes.

Chuckling, he complied, repeating the process on her left foot; toes, ball, arch heel and side; and then began rubbing his face on her feet again.

“Me-ow, I love it!  Now let’s have some little Sully action Quentin!  Slide that fleshy rod into me!” she said in that husky, breathless voice that drove him wild.

“Hm…feet on the floor should give me awesome traction!” Quentin said, holding her by the ankles, making her chuckle.

She reached for his cock, guiding it to her hot, wet snatch.  Slowly and sensually, he penetrated her, taking his time, knowing how much she enjoyed it. He rocked his pelvis back and forth, turned on by her breathy moans; her ankles now resting on his shoulders, leaning forward with his hands on the bed for balance.

“Play with your clit baby, I want you to cum and cum again…” he mumbled, picking up speed.

“Hmm, such a considerate lover…HMMM YESSSS!” Brenda bellowed, glad that the guest room was soundproof; feeling another orgasm burning in her lower belly, gaining in intensity.

He let her legs slide down to the crook of his elbows and leaned lower, bringing his face to her bouncing breasts, catching one nipple in his mouth, gently sucking it, biting it, licking it and releasing it; repeating the process with her other nipple.

“Oh my GOD Quentin!  So good! The vuh…v-vagina! The cuh…cuh…clit! And nuh…nuh…nipples! Oooh when you’re bent over like this, little Sully hits my G-spot SO HARD! Don’t stop Quentin, DON’T STOP! I’m gonna cum so HARD! Oh…oh God I’m gonna SQUIIIIRRRT!” Brenda shouted in a high-pitched voice; her cum spraying all over his cock, balls and inner thighs.

“Whoa baby!  You’ve cum hard for me before but yowza!   I sure hope Mikey had the carpet Scotchgarded!” Quentin said, tongue in cheek, as Brenda chuckled.

“Well if he hasn’t, he can send me the cleaning bill!  Come here you!” Brenda said, putting her hands on Quentin’s cheeks, bringing his face closer to hers.

They kissed.

“Your turn baby, ram me doggy style and shoot your load all over me!” she said, her voice a sensual murmur.

“No orgasm marathon tonight?” Quentin asked, smirking.

“Nah, a third one doggy-style, then I want us to make use of the shower – I’m sure Mikey, Rachel and Crystal won’t mind – and then…I want to snuggle up with you on this bed for an hour or so before we excuse ourselves and go home.” Brenda said, smiling.

“We could also sleep over and treat them for breakfast tomorrow?” Quentin offered, with a nod.

“A grand idea Quentin! We’ll see how tired we feel, now doggy me you dirty boy!” she said, with a penetrating, passionate look in her eyes.

He pulled out of her and stood up, allowing her to assume position at the edge of the bed; pulling her luxurious mane of hair over her left shoulder, hoping that she wouldn’t get his cum in her hair this time.

“Old faithful is powerful my love, I don’t mind feeling your cum on my skin, but it’s a pain in the ass to clean out of my hair! Now them, ravish me!” She said, with a wink.

He rubbed the head of his cock on her labia and clit, teasing her.

“Hmmmhh in you tease! In!” she moaned loudly.

Chuckling, he spread her butt cheeks apart for deeper penetration and once again slowly slid his dick in her moist core; savoring every sensation.

“That’s-so- GOOD!” she grunted, as he picked up speed and intensity.

He gave her right buttock a playful swat, as she sometimes enjoyed spanning as they fucked doggy-style.

“AH! You jerk! Do it again!” she yelped, enjoying every second.

Nearing his own orgasm, he swatted her left buttock next, turned on by the way her pussy tightened around his cock as her body tensed after each swat.

“Oh God Brenda I’m getting close…” he said, breathless.

“Do it!” she said, in a soft, sultry voice.

“Ooh I’m gonna shoot my load all over your ass and back…”he said, in a near grunt.

“Yes baby, yess…” she said, tightening her vaginal muscles to trigger his orgasm.

“OH MY GOD THAT’S GOOD! I’m gonna cum!  I’m gonna CUM!” he blurted out, pulling out.

“THAT’S IT BABY DO IT! ALL OVER ME! DO IT! DO IT!” she clamored, egging him on.

Old Faithful erupted; the first shot going clear above Brenda’s head and hitting the bead spread, the second shot hitting the nape of Brenda’s neck and upper back; the final shot smearing cum all over her shapely ass. Spent, in the afterglow of orgasm, they chuckled. Brenda stood up, turned around and hugged him.

“Shall we streak to the nearest bathroom?” she asked.

“Let’s do it, I have a feeling we’ll go unnoticed!” he said.

Laughing, he took her hand as they headed to the bedroom door.

 

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