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The Story So Far: Bikers from the Grim Reapers gang ambushed Superia at the beach using advanced weapons and a strange combat drug. After beating them back, she learned the stuff came from a super soldier who calls himself Striker. Superia's first meeting with Striker didn't go so well. Humiliated and sore from being fucked, Superia is left to sulk in her apartment while she figures out how she's going to take Striker's operation down.

Superia #1: Recruitment Drive pt. 2

by Sigma

IV

Naomi lay on the floor of her apartment, near the front door, and stared at the ceiling. She had no idea how long she had been laying there, no idea how long ago Delphi and Bombshell left. Naomi's key was in the leather jacket she lost fighting Striker, so Delphi picked the lock and Bombshell dumped her on the floor. She remembered Delphi saying it would be rude for them to stay when Naomi hadn't invited them. So Naomi lay there, focused on an old water stain on the ceiling, a lingering smell of recently cooked bacon, and the faint sounds of a television across the hall. Alexis must have fallen asleep with the TV on again. Her whole body was still sore from getting beaten and fucked by Striker. What the hell was that drug that made him strong enough to kick her ass like that?

It didn't matter. Now she knew to take him seriously. Their next encounter wouldn't be such a cake walk for him.

Her eyes then shifted when she heard footsteps walking toward her in her own apartment. Seconds later, a woman with blonde hair styled in a bob with bangs leaned over her, a sandwich in her hand.

"Hey, hi. Are you dead?" The woman asked seconds after taking a big bite. "Come on, say something," she prodded Naomi with her foot.

She gasped when Naomi lashed out with a hand and grabbed her neck. She then stood up, holding the woman by her throat.

"Okay, not dead!" she gasped, dropping the sandwich, a BLT.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you in my apartment?"

"Let me go, and I'll tell you want you want to know," the blonde gagged.

Superia watched her for several seconds and then let go. The woman landed on her feet, clutching her neck. "Wow. You are strong," she smiled and stood up. She was only around 5 foot 5 in her white sneakers, with a lean, wiry build under a loose, comfortable looking, dark gray track suit.

"All right," she took a deep breath. "So, since you aren't trying to kill me anymore, my name is Fox," she said, holding out her hand.

Superia folded her arms. "You another one of Delphi's crew?"

"Who is Delphi?" Fox blinked. "Oh, do you mean Anisa Carter?"

"Wait...who are you talking about?"

"The woman who dropped you off. The black woman with the short hair? Her name is Anisa Carter. Her friend was Lea Timu, but I guess you know her as Bombshell."

"How the hell do you know that? Who the fuck are you, lady?"

"I told you, my name is Fox. Agent Fox, actually."

"Agent...?"

"Mmhmm," Fox nodded. "With the Supernatural, Non-native and Terrestrial Neo-Lifeforms Agency. SNTNL. Sentinel," she said, taking out a federal ID and badge and showing them to Naomi.

"What the fuck is Sentinel?"

"I just told you, silly. Boy, you don't listen very well. We're a government agency. We deal in matters superhuman, supernatural, extraterrestrial, and extra dimensional. We've actually only just started operating here in Delta, on account of Star Woman being dead."

"We?" Naomi asked, looking past Fox.

"Well, just me right now," Fox told her. "See, Sentinel isn't as big as, say, the FBI, so we can't stretch ourselves too thin. My boss, Director Escher, sent me in to assess the situation. He didn't want to commit too much in resources until we know what we're getting into, so he was all 'Fox I want you to go native and establish contact with the Aphrodites'" she said, poorly imitating a man's voice. "And I'm all like, 'yes, sir!' because he signs my paychecks. So, I started with you, and I let myself in, made a sandwich, and here we are."

Naomi looked down at the ruined sandwich and then back at Fox. "Why me, lady?"

"Oh, right, sorry. So, you got into a fight with a guy who called himself Sergeant Striker right? Well, he's a rogue soldier who stole something very sensitive from the government, and it just so happens that the stuff he stole is under Sentinel's jurisdiction," she grinned.

"That black stuff?"

"It's a combat drug called Compound X. Very experimental. Also, he stole a bunch of prototype weapons, but you saw those too, right?"

"Jesus Christ..." Naomi groaned.

"Honestly, you should have taken Anisa...sorry...Delphi's offer to join her team."

"How do you know about that?"

"Naomi, I'm with the government. We know everything. I know, for instance, that you're going to help me get our property back from Striker."

Naomi pushed past her to walk to her bedroom. "I'm gonna beat his ass, yes, but why would I help you?"

"Because," Fox said, catching up to her. "We also know about your work as a cam girl and the fact that you don't pay taxes on the money you make doing that."

Naomi paused and looked at Fox, who had a massive grin on her face.

"If you think Striker reamed your ass, very nice and shapely, though it is...wait until the IRS gets done with you. Delta's IRS field office isn't far from here, you know...and they open bright and early Monday."

"You pint-sized bitch..." Naomi growled.

"Hehe. Dirty talk already. Ready to serve your country, Superia?"

"After a nap and a shower..." she turned away and went to her bedroom. "And clean up that sandwich."

"I'll be out here when you're ready." Fox saluted behind her back and went to pick up her ruined sandwich.

***

Some time later, Naomi let out a deep, relieved sigh as hot water soaked her skin and hair. She turned the dial in her shower, increasing the temperature slightly, and lost herself in thought while the water massaged the tension out of her muscles.

She thought about her fight with Striker, and how underestimating him led to her own humiliation. That wouldn't happen again. She thought about Delphi, and how she tried to explain that some of the city's superheroines worked together. She thought about how she barely considered herself a superheroine, but if she kept going after people like Riot, Striker, and whoever else decided to prey on Delta City, they wouldn't see the difference.

Maybe she should at least hear Delphi out, but then why hadn't Mantis ever mentioned her?

And where the hell was Mantis, anyway? Naomi thought, not for the first time, how she had no fucking idea how to even contact Mantis. She had a tendency of popping up when she felt like it and then vanishing into the night once she was done. Ever since that night just over two weeks ago when they first met outside the club, Mantis popped up a handful of times. Once while Naomi was in the parking lot fixing her motorcycle, once when she was having dinner at the Lucky Panda, and once out of costume at the gym. Naomi had been so fixated on her after seeing her step out of the shower that she didn't recognize her at first that time.

And that was it until the text message she got earlier tonight. That she couldn't figure out what Mantis' deal was both annoyed and intrigued Naomi.

"One thing at a time..." Naomi said to herself out loud. "Striker first, then the rest of this shit..."

"Who ya talking to?"

"Fuck!" Naomi jumped at the sound of Fox's voice and turned to find the woman standing in her bathroom with the shower curtain pulled aside. "What the hell are you doing?"

Fox stared at Naomi with wide, green eyes. "God...look at those muscles,"  she gasped at the sight of Naomi's sculpted abs and arms, dripping with water and still tense from Naomi having been startled. "And you're so tall, too. Why are genetics such an asshole? How'd I get stuck being a scrawny little runt?" she pouted before fondling Naomi's arm.

"Fox!" Naomi shouted, making the agent jump. "What.do.you.want?"

"Where do you keep your mayonnaise?"

"What?"

"The mayo. Where is it? I can't find it."

"Because I don't eat mayo," Naomi answered.

Fox sighed. "Fine. I'm making burgers. Do you want one?"

Naomi sighed herself and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yeah, fine. Medium rare. No cheese on mine. Now get the fuck out of my bathroom."

"You're a weirdo..." Fox said before closing the curtain and leaving the bathroom.

***

It was just after 10pm when Naomi came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, her still damp curves wrapped in a bathrobe and her hair blow dried. The floor of her apartment was cold against her bare feet and the aroma of grilled beef filled the air. The news was on the television.

"Perfect timing!" Fox said while putting a burger on a bun when Naomi walked into her small kitchen. She presented Naomi a plate with a burger on a bun. "All the toppings are..."

"It's my apartment..." Naomi reminded her while taking the burger and gathering the things she liked on it.

"Fair enough," Fox answered.

Naomi grabbed mustard and various vegetables and began preparing her burger. She then paused and looked ahead. "I should go get Lex, she if she wants one."

"Oh," Fox said. "She won't be bothering us...GAH!"

She gagged when Naomi moved across the kitchen in a blur, grabbed her by the collar and pinned her to the wall with her forearm across her neck. 

"What did you do?!" Naomi demanded, fury in her eyes.

"Wait...crap...sorry. I realize now how bad that sounds," Fox admitted, holding her palms out. "I didn't hurt her."

Naomi narrowed her eyes and let Fox go.

"Right," Fox straightens her clothing. "I just meant, I didn't know when I'd get to talk to you, and I couldn't let Ms. Adelson interrupt, so I snuck into her place and gave her something to help her sleep. She's on her couch in front of the TV. Trust me, she's gonna feel amazing in the morning when she wakes up."

"You break into my apartment, you drug my best friend, you eat my food without asking..."

"Remember, service to your country!" Fox grinned.

Naomi rolled her eyes, aggressively finished and picked up her burger, and walked into the living room. She plopped onto the couch and Fox sat right next to her with her own burger. Naomi took her first bite and immediately tasted a wave of flavor brought by a perfect blend of seasoning and doneness. She paused and glared at Fox.

"It's good, right?"

".....It's fucking amazing." Naomi growled and kept eating. She looked at the TV, where 19-year-old Brenda Wade was on INN Nightly News, talking about the city's recent crime wave, and what she had planned on doing about it as the new CEO of Wade Enterprises.

"You know her father used to work for Sentinel?" Fox said casually.

"Yeah? As an agent?"

"Mhmm..." Fox confirmed, taking a bite of her burger. Her gaze lingered on Naomi for a second like she had something to add, but she seemed to put it aside for now. "I never got to meet him, but he was supposed to be a hell of a good operative."

"Huh. So what's the deal with this Striker asshole?"

"Oh right, so, it's honestly not even a complicated story. He used to be part of a secretive unit made up of people from different branches of the military. You know, black ops stuff. Well, they were on a mission to capture a terrorist you've never heard of, and when they raided his hideout they found a bunch of stashed gold, cash, that kind of thing. Striker and some of the others went rogue, decided they were done being soldiers and started new lives as mercenaries. They took out members of their own unit and disappeared."

"Shit."

"Yup. The CIA's been on his trail and they managed to capture some of his men since it happened, but Striker's good. He managed to evade them all over the world. He only popped back up on the radar when he hit a government R&D facility not far from the city and took the weapons and Compound X. That's when the Agency called Sentinel in. I'm supposed to capture him and find out how he even knew about the facility. Someone pointed him at it to get those weapons and that drug on the streets."

"Mantis told me something about someone being behind the crime wave in the city..."

"Yeah, this is probably connected to that," Fox said. "Around the time Star Woman and Scorpio last fought is when Striker hit the facility. It's also when your buddies the Grim Reapers rolled into town."

Naomi's jaw tightened at the mention of that name.

"So how's Riot doing, anyway? "

Naomi nearly choked and looked at Fox.

"Like I said, we know everything," she grinned. "Normally, Sentinel would take her off your hands. We have facilities for people with...talents like you Aphrodites have, but Riot's a small fish, and we're hunting sharks right now so you can keep her. You've got those suppression collars, so she'll stay in line."

"Yeah. I'm keeping an eye on her."

"Oh, do you even know why your club has those collars?" Fox asked her.

"What? I dunno. I figured maybe Star Woman or someone had a kink. Everyone who goes there understands that we don't talk about it in public." Naomi shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"History lesson time!" Fox grinned. "Okay, so, back in the 70s there were two Aphrodites in particular in Delta: Sister Truth and Dr. Tomorrow. They were the big dicks, the shining examples of defenders of justice in Delta City. But they did not get along at all."

Naomi folded her arms and settled in, intrigued by the story.

"See, Truth thought things needed to be handled from the bottom. Beat up the pimps and drug dealers, work your way up and fix society that way. Dr. Tomorrow was more big-picture. She was a genius who only ever applied herself when it came to super powered enemies, aliens, things like that. She helped make some of the tech we use, actually...anyway, their philosophies clashed a lot, both on the street and in the press."

"Okay..." Naomi blinked.

"But, and this is important, they and their husbands were also members of a particular swinger's club."

"Where I work?" Naomi asked.

"Different management, but the same idea. See, the two of them ran into each other in the club often, and though they clashed on the streets, they were totally in sync in...other areas. So, long story short, Doc Tomorrow developed the collars so they could do some kinkier stuff without their innate pain resistance kicking in right away," Fox said with a grin.

"So two old-school heroines hate-fucked each other back during the disco days, and now you're here to conscript me into catching a rogue super soldier."

"In service to our country, Naomi."

"But you said your boss didn't want to use any resources. So you can't just call in an attack chopper or whatever?"

"Believe me, it'd be so much easier, but no, Director Escher wants me to get an idea of the landscape before I can do that."

"So you came to me?"

"Uh huh," Fox nodded.

"Because I took out the Reapers?"

"Because you're the easiest one to find and coerce. Bold move not wearing a mask, Naomi."

"No reason to hide my face. I can keep my friends safe and I want these assholes like Riot and Striker to know who I am."

"Admirable," Fox admitted. "And exactly the kind of attitude that'll get you far with us. And yes, I came to you partly because you took out the Reapers."

Naomi huffed and ate her burger in silence.

"I probably wouldn't have bothered if you took Delphi's offer..." Fox commented.

Naomi paused and looked at her. "What can you tell me about her? Or any of them, for that matter."

"Nope, you help me deal with Striker first, then we'll talk about what you and I do next," Fox said with a flirty wink and blown kiss.

Naomi muttered something under her breath.

"Oh, stop that. I don't give it up on the first date, sweet thing. I promise you're my type, though," Fox laughed, stealing a feel of Naomi's tit when it showed itself under her robe. Naomi smacked her hand and went back to her burger. "Fine, be like that," Fox said to her. "I dropped Delphi a line, because I know where Striker is based. It's not that warehouse Mantis led you to. That place is burned. He's probably gone to his actual base of operations."

Naomi snapped around and stared at Fox. "You've known where he is this whole time?!"

"Yessss...have you been paying attention? Sentinel agents have some of the best intel training in the world."

"Ugh!" Naomi groaned and scarfed down the rest of her burger. "I'm gonna go change."

"Wait," Fox stopped her as she turned to leave. "You know how to swim, right?"

"Yeah..." Naomi cocked her head to the side.

"Okay, good. We might need to, but probably not. Go and change. I'll get the dishes," Fox said, collecting the empty plates as Naomi left the living room.

***

Superia walked through the parking lot of her building. For a costume, she wore a silver sports bra and matching skintight shorts. A white hoodie covered her shoulders and she wore black boots that came halfway up her shins. She paused in front of her empty parking space. "Fuck," she groaned and turned to Fox. "My motorcycle is still down by the warehouse."

"Okay. We'll get it later," Fox shrugged and told her before walking to a sleek, dark blue luxury sedan parked in a guest spot nearby.

"Holy shit," Superia said when she saw the car. "Sentinel must pay well, huh?"

"It's a good living," the agent laughed. "I actually wanted a sports car, you know, to look cool, but Director Escher told me I should get something with a back seat and a trunk. Makes fields ops easier."

"So does this have, like, smokescreens and machine guns and shit?"

"Not this one, because this is my personal car. Like I said, I couldn't use any official resources," she then tossed her keys to Superia. "You drive. I have to change," she said before sliding into the back.

Superia caught the keys and jumped in the driver's seat. The leather seat was soft against her ass and the mere atmosphere of the car's interior made Superia want to cum in her shorts right then and there. She reached up and grabbed the steering wheel, massaging the material for several seconds.

In the back, Fox laid back and slid her shoes off. "Uh, stop molesting my car and let's get going, please."

Superia started the engine, a rumble that sent another quiver through her nethers, and put it in drive. The car didn't so much roll as it did glide out of the space.

"It goes 0-60 in 3 seconds," Fox told her. "You can open her up when we get on the highway."

"Where are we going?"

"The Southside docks. Harlan avenue, 1200 block."

Superia guided the car onto the road and stole glances back at Fox as she came out of her track suit. Superia saw a toned, fit, slim body in lace underwear. She looked ahead, moving through traffic, and stopped at a light not far from the building. When she looked back again, Fox sat up, her bra discarded and her pierced, perky B-cups on full display as she pulled up what looked like a black catsuit and turned it around to figure out which side was the front.

Superia bit her lip, looking at Fox's body, and the agent stopped and glanced back at her before raising two fingers in front of her mouth in the shape of a V and sticking her tongue between them. "Eyes on the road. We'll have time for fun later, maybe."

"What happened to not giving it up on the first date?"

"I was speaking metaphorically," Fox told her. "The way you choke, I'll totally let a big, strong woman like you toss me around," she said before leaning forward and brushing the tip of her tongue against Superia's ear.

The move completely surprised Superia and she felt herself squirt just a little as Fox sat back with a devilish smile. "Mmm, wonder what the rest of you tastes like..."

Superia turned just as the light changed and drove ahead, but went slow and continued looking back at Fox. The agent slid her slim body into the catsuit and zipped it only halfway up, leaving plenty of cleavage on display. She then grabbed a bulky utility belt and fixed it around her narrow waist before grabbing something else Naomi couldn't see from a bag on the seat and putting it on her left thigh. 

Fox lifted one leg, stretching it out over Superia's shoulder. She wiggled her toes, her nails painted bright pink, right by Superia's face.

"Keep teasing me like this and I'll pull over and we'll ruin this thing's suspension right on the side of the road," Superia promised.

Fox simply smiled and pulled her foot back to slide her socks and tennis shoes back on. She then fixed her hair before climbing over the center console and into the passenger's seat, and Superia glanced down to see a handgun in a holster on Fox's thigh. Fox raised her wrist and pressed a small button on the suit, and soon vanished from sight.

"Whoa!" Superia shouted, staring in disbelief.

Fox reappeared a moment later and smiled. "Stealth Tech. I can't punch through walls or bench press cars like you. Actually, Sentinel has a suit that lets me do those things, but you know what I mean. Anyway, I've got plenty of fun toys to fight the bad guys."

"What happened to 'no resources'?"

"I borrowed the suit, okay? I showed a tech my tits and he snuck it out for me."

"So that's where my tax dollars go."

"The fact that you don't pay taxes is why we're here," Fox teased.

"...Shut up." Superia said before reaching a highway on-ramp. She sped up only slightly until getting off the ramp and onto the Delta City Highway. Once she had space, she put her foot down and was thrown back in her seat, letting out a deep, excited gasp as the car took off. Her asshole puckered and her pussy twitched at the sudden increase in speed just as her heart jumped up in her throat.

Fox laughed and leaned back in her seat. She looked over at Superia and reached over.

Superia looked down at that same moment as Fox reached under her top and pinched her right nipple, erect under her costume. A smile crossed her face as she pushed the engine harder.

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