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Assassins’ Waltz (Teen Squad Adventures no. 10)

by Sigma

I

It was a day like any other at The Dungeon. Jewel Bailey, newly minted villainess Breaker, stared nervously at her fingers spread out on the table in front of her. She lifted the razor-sharp knife with her other hand and looked up and across the table. Her mentor, Klax the Immortal, looked at her, as did Panthris, Evelyn Lewis, the vampiress known as the Countess, and Crosshair, Delta City’s deadliest assassin.

“Go on,” Crosshair urged, throwing down a stack of money.

Breaker looked down at the knife and began jabbing the point in the spaces between her fingers, going one after the other. With each pass, she began to go faster. Her hand twitched involuntarily as she picked up speed and the point of the knife jabbed at the table under fingers. The villains cheered as Breaker kept going faster, narrowly avoiding skewering her own fingers.

Crosshair turned when a finger tapped him on the shoulder and he found Chairman X behind him.

“A word,” the lizard man said and motioned.

The two walked to X’s office at the back of the building and X turned on the TV, where Tanya O’Donnel covered a story about an important foreign emissary visiting Delta City.

“Who’s that?” Crosshair pointed at the young blonde woman stepping off a private plane and waving for the cameras.

“Princess Nela, heir to the throne of Astrea, a small landlocked country in Scandinavia. It’s rich in minerals.”

“You want to contract me to take her out?”

Chairman X smiled and settled into his seat. “You do this, I have a puppet I can install on the throne after I deal with the king and queen. I’ve been trying to make inroads into Western Europe for a while now. This is my chance, my boy. Pull this off, and it’s a big bonus according to the Black Book.”

“Say no more,” Crosshair said. “I’m on it.”

“Attaboy,” X said, pouring a drink. He offered one to the assassin, but Crosshair declined.

“Let me get to work.” He then turned to leave, but when he opened the door, he made his way back to the table when Klax rushed up to him and tried to steer him away.

“Crosshair, buddy! Let’s get a drink, you and me! Far, far away from here,” Klax said, looking over his shoulder.

Crosshair looked at the Immortal and raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to distract me?”

“I…”

“Hey, honey,” a woman said in a sultry tone.

They both turned to see a tall, shapely women with long black hair. She wore a black catsuit that clung to her busty figure and had a long, white trench coat on.

“Silk?!” Crosshair turned. “The fuck are you doing here?”

Silk smiled and walked up to him, putting a hand on his broad chest. “I can’t swing by and see my ex-husband when I’m in town?”

Crosshair narrowed his eyes at her. He moved her hand away. “...You’re here to take out that princess, aren’t you?”

Silk giggled. “I guess it’s game on, isn’t it, honey? May the best killer win.” She then kissed him on the cheek and left.

Klax sighed. “Sorry, buddy…”

Crosshair shook his head. “Don’t ever get married, Klax.”

Before he could answer, there was a shriek of pain and both men turned to look.

Breaker sat at the table, whining and nursing a bleeding finger. The knife lay on the table and Panthris was nearly on the floor, doubled over with laughter.

Countess looked at Breaker and licked her lips. She took the girl’s hand. “Let me have a look, hon…” She raised the younger woman’s finger to her mouth and sucked the blood off slowly.

“Uh...Ms. Lewis…” Breaker said nervously.

Countess shuddered and licked her lips. “Oh my...are you type AB?”

“I...maybe…?” Breaker said, pulling her hand back. She and Countess stared at each other for several long seconds.

“Oh, shit…” Klax said.

Countess then bared her vampiric fangs and lunged at Breaker, who screamed and jumped up to get away.

“Fuck! Ev! Cut it out!!” Klax shouted. He and Crosshair ran over and restrained Countess, barely able to hold back her immense strength as she tried to go for Breaker’s throat.

Panthris was on the floor, her sides aching from laughter.

“Give me that blood!” Countess roared, trying to break free with bloodlust in her eyes.

***

Flag Girl and Specter Girl looked at each other in bewilderment. They both sat in the cramped back seat of a muscle car, its V8 engine rumbling and gangster rap blasting from the speakers. Texas Star was at the wheel, bobbing her head and mouthing the words. The song ended and Texas Star turned off her radio and looked in the rear view mirror.

“Hey, did y'all look at that info I sent over?”

“Uh, yeah,” Specter Girl said. “So, Lady Midnight thinks that someone might be trying to kill this Princess Nela?”

“Yup, specifically, her intel says Chairman X might be the one behind it, which means he’s probably gonna put Crosshair on it,” Texas Star answered. “His gun’s almost as fast as mine. Don’t loaf around on him, girls.”

“What does Lady Midnight want us to do?” Flag Girl answered.

“Y’all are goin’ on bodyguard duty, I suspect,” Texas Star said.

The blonde teens looked at each other and shrugged. They then screamed and jumped at the sound of a gunshot. They ducked down, with Specter Girl covering Flag Girl before they realized that Texas Star had turned her radio back on and started a new song.

Before long, they reached a luxury hotel and the three heroines got out of the car. Texas Star tossed her keys to a valet. “Scratch my baby and that’s your ass, buddy,” the busty blonde gunslinger said before leading the girls inside.

They took the elevator to the two-story penthouse. When they walked in, they noticed large men in suits all turn in their direction, before a thin blonde in expensive looking clothes stepped forward.

Princess Nela gasped and held out her arms. “Is this the Specter Girl and the Flag Girl?” Her accent was thick and her smile was wide. She hugged both teen heroines tight and then looked at them.

“They’re so pretty! Oh, we’re going to have fun, girls. Come, come!”

The teens tried to figure out what was happening as Nela dragged them to another room. It was a bedroom converted into a closet. Clothes, accessories, and shoes were spread out and Nela got behind the girls and unclasped both of their tops, making them drop to the floor. The heroines cried out and covered their exposed tits before turning to the Princess.

“Your highness!” Specter Girl said. “What are you doing?!”

“I am loving your costumes, girls. But we must change your clothes for this job. You have your pick,” she said, pointing to the clothes.

“What are you talking about?” Flag Girl asked. “You want us to wear your clothes?”

“Yes,” another voice said.

Everyone turned to see Lady Midnight seated in the corner, looking at one of Nela’s dresses.

“Wait…” Specter Girl said. “Have you been there the whole time?!”

Lady Midnight got up. “You really should pay closer attention to your surroundings. But, the princess is right. You two are going to pretend to be her.”

“What?” They both asked.

“The two of you are roughly the same height and build. In her clothes, from a distance, either of you could pass as Princess Nela.”

The teens looked at the young princess and then at each other and realized that she was tall, lean, and busty, just like them.

“You two are perfect for this. I’d have asked Amazing Babe, but she’s working today. Angel, Shield, and Got Chic can’t do it, for obvious reasons.”

“She’s got a point…” Specter Girl uttered.

“You already know about Crosshair,” Lady Midnight said. “I just received new intel this morning that a second assassin is in town and might be gunning for the princess.” She handed them folders and they opened them to find a dark hair woman in black and white.

“Ladies, meet Silk. Real name unknown. Country of origin unknown. She’s a notorious international assassin who works freelance. According to my sources, generals within Astrea’s military hired her to kill the princess. You’re to apprehend Silk if possible, along with stopping Crosshair.”  

“Oh, she’s just one woman. That shouldn’t be too hard,” Flag Girl said.

“Wrong,” Lady Midnight said. “Silk has killed two Aphrodites that we know of in combat. One in Lagos, Nigeria, and another in Hong Kong. Do not underestimate her.”

The teens looked at each other nervously.

“So…” Specter Girl said. “We’re gonna be body doubles, and you’re hoping Silk and Crosshair will come after us, instead…”

“Exactly,” Lady Midnight grinned.

“I…” Specter Girl started. “Shouldn’t my mom and Ms. Star be doing this instead? This sounds really dangerous.”

“The training wheels have to come off some time,” Lady Midnight said.

“Yeah, don’t be a pussy,” Flag Girl said.

“Well said,” Lady Midnight replied before moving to the door. “Your highness, I’ll leave you to dress them. Once you girls are ready, we’ll send you out with the Princess’ security teams.” She then left the room.

Specter Girl and Flag Girl jumped as Princess Nela pulled down their bottoms, leaving them exposed in their panties without their tops on.

“Such strong and healthy bodies. I am jealous,” the Princess said, squeezing their tits. “My country is so small we do not even have any superheroes.”

“Well, that’s not a bad thing,” Specter Girl said. “It means your crime isn’t as bad, right?”

“But it’s so boring!” Nela whined. “When we got to the hotel a man in a coat came up and screamed at us and showed us his penis. It was so very exciting!”

The teen heroines just stared at her and then each other.

“After these assassins have been dealt with, can I go crime fighting with you two?” Nela asked.

“That’s not a good idea, princess,” Flag Girl said. “We can’t guarantee your safety.”

“I can defend myself,” Nela said. “I train with my bodyguards each morning.”

“I’m sure your workouts are a good calorie burn,” Flag Girl said, “but it’s nothing like...what are you doing?” She asked ask the princess took her arm.

“Oh!” Specter Girl shouted, jumping back as Nela swept one of Flag Girl’s legs, threw her off balance, and then used her weight against her, throwing her over her shoulder and onto the ground. Flag Girl lay there, groaning and staring at the ceiling before forcing herself to get up.

“Mother and father say that a ruler must be strong of mind, body, and character.  We Astreans have been fighting off the Swedes and Finns our entire existence.”

“Be that as it may, Princess…” Flag Girl gritted her teeth. “You shouldn’t….AH!”

Her head snapped back when Nela threw a clean, quick, textbook jab that hit her in the jaw.

“You should probably put your hands up…” Specter Girl said.

Flag Girl glared at her and then looked at the princess just in time to catch a roundhouse kick aimed at her ribs. She grinned but Nela leapt up, nailing Flag Girl in the side of the head with another kick. Flag Girl went down with the staggering power of the blow and was out cold. Nela kicked back up and looked down.

“Perhaps I overdid it?” She asked, looking at Specter Girl. “I wanted to see if I could keep up with a superhero.”

“Nah, she’ll be fine. Let’s try these clothes on!”

“Yes, let’s!” Nela smiled and took her arm, taking her to look at the clothes. 

II

At a safehouse somewhere in the city, Silk stood over a spread of weapons, guns of all sizes, and several knives. She checked the magazine and chamber of a handgun and then went to put the weapon down when her instincts went off. She looked up, spun around and aimed the gun but had no target. Just then, the tip of a blade pressed against her jugular as a strong hand took the gun and set it aside.

“You’re slipping, babe,” Crosshair teased, pressing the knife.

Silk smirked. “Am I?”

Crosshair looked down to see she had a curved knife against the inside of his leg, right where a major vein was.

Crosshair chuckled. “I miss this.” He then slipped one hand down the front of his ex’s unzipped catsuit, and caressed her right tit while still keeping the knife where it was.

Silk moaned slightly at his touch and reached down, cupping and toying with his balls. She laughed when she felt his swelled cock pressing against her shapely ass and grabbed, causing him to grunt.

“Why are you in my city?” Crosshair asked.

“You know I go where the money is,” Silk said. “I figured I’d be a professional while you’re playing grab ass with your little cosplay club. Might even try to bag a third Aphrodite while I’m visiting.”

Crosshair squeezed her tit harder. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Maybe that cute gunslinger? Didn’t she put a bullet in your leg last year?”

“I was recovering from a cold. My reflexes were still off.”

“Sure, baby…” Silk laughed.

There was a pause and a tense silence in the air as their warm bodies pressed against each other. In a swift move, Crosshair grabbed Silk’s wrist, the one holding the knife and dug the tip of his blade into her skin ever so slightly. She winced as he twisted her arm and made her drop the knife. He then pulled on her arm, immobilizing her, and Silk looked back as she felt him tying her wrists together behind her back.

“We’re gonna play a game of 20 questions, Silk,” Crosshair said, tightening the zip tie. He then dragged her to the mattress on the floor in the corner of the room and threw her down on it.

She simply looked up at him with a smirk on her face as he went into his ballistic vest and removed a small, rectangular device. He knelt down over her and shoved it down the front of her catsuit, into her pussy. Silk let out a gasp and then watched as her ex-husband stepped back and took out a small remote.

“You son of a bitch,” Silk said. “You wouldn’t!”

Crosshair grinned and thumbed the dial on the remote. The vibrator activated on a low setting and Silk squealed, writhing on the mattress while the vibrator massaged the inside of her vagina.

“We’re gonna start with who hired you.”

“Fuck you, Crosshair!” Silk growled and then cried out as he turned up the intensity ever so slightly. Her nipples pressed against the inside of her outfit until Crosshair unzipped the front and let her tits spill out. “Ugggh! I hate you!” she swore with a furious look in her eyes while biting back the mounting pleasure.

“Who’s paying you, babe?”

“A bunch of Astrean generals!” She said. “They want to kill the Princess before going after her parents since she’s an only child. They plan on taking over the country.”

“Uh huh…” Crosshair said. “What intel do you have on our little princess?”

She glared at him defiantly. “AAAAHHH!” she screamed as he turned the intensity up. The buzzing got louder, the vibrating more intense. Silk took deep, ragged breaths as she twisted on the ground, trying to break free. “I’m gonna kill you!”

Crosshair laughed and turned it up a little more. “Intel.”

“My laptop,” Silk said. “In my bag…. oh fuuuuck!”

Crosshair went over and grabbed the bag and found the laptop. “What’s on it?”

Silk tried to catch her breath while fighting down the coming orgasm. She balled her hands into fists. “Her security detail...habits...places she’s likely to visit while she’s here...fuck…”

Crosshair turned it up a bit more. He held up the remote. “Whacky Willie gets the job done every time.”

Sweat beaded on Silk’s brow, her chest heaved and she bit her lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of crying out again. She rolled over and buried her face in the mattress as she felt her juices spill out and soak the lace panties she was wearing. She then lay there, twitching and gasping in her own wetness as Crosshair walked over. He rolled her onto her back and lifted the spandex mask with the targeting reticle printed on front. He was a man in his late 30s or early 40s with a close cut beard that was black with some gray in it. A broad smile cross his face as he leaned in and kissed his ex wife on the lips. She was furiously defiant at first, but eventually relented. The two assassins intertwined their tongues and melted into each other.

Silk let out a sigh and then there was a snap. Before Crosshair could pull back, Silk grabbed the sides of his head and headbutted him.

“Agh!” Crosshair cried out and stumbled back. Before he could get up, Silk jabbed her fingers into his windpipe and sent him stumbling and gagging. He gasped and she grabbed his arm and, with her own zip ties, bound him to the leg of the kitchen table.

“What the fuck?!” Crosshair cursed, trying to break free.

Silk shoved her weapons and some other items into a duffle bag before grabbing her cell phone. She dialed three numbers and put it on speaker.

“9-1-1. What is your emergency?”

“You have to come quickly! There’s a man with a gun at 481 East Klein Street, apartment 4B!! It’s a big gun and he’s a big guy with a scary mask that has a target on it!”

“Ma’am!” the dispatcher said. “The man you just described is extremely dangerous. Please get to safety. Police are on the way!”

“Th-thank you!” Silk said before ending the call. She looked at him and smirked.

“Oh, well fucking played, babe.”

Silk grinned and knelt down, kissing him on the forehead. “This was fun.” She then went in his pocket and took the remote for the vibrator. “I gotta go make some money. We’ll get drinks later if you’re still alive.” She grabbed his crotch and squeezed and he grunted. “You can keep the laptop. If you make it out of here, we’ll make a game out of who gets the pretty little princess first.”

She perked up at the sounds of police sirens near the building and a helicopter above. “Damn, they’re fast. I guess they need to be with all the costumed weirdos running around.” She then winked at Crosshair, blew him a kiss, and ran out the apartment.

Crosshair sighed, watching her toned ass in the tight fabric of her catsuit. Once she was gone, he sighed and looked at the zip tie on his wrist. With a burst of strength, he broke free. He then picked up one of the guns she left, a high-powered rifle, and checked the magazine. He listened closely and heard the sound of boots approaching the apartment.

“Thank fuck we never had any kids…” He said as he chambered the first round. His cock was rock hard between his legs as he pulled down his mask and readied his weapon.

***

“This is so very exciting!” Princess Nela squealed. Lydia adjusted the ear piece and then shifted the eyeglasses on her face while standing on the sidelines at the Delta City Colosseum. The crowd cheered as the Delta City Pumas prepared to put away their rivals, the Star City Stingrays in the game’s final minutes.

Lydia looked back at the two suited men from the Princess’ security team who stood nearby.

“Flag Girl, could you turn back to the game? I want to see it end.”

“Right, sorry, princess,” Lydia said, turning back around when she remembered the camera in the glasses she wore.

“I love American Football so much,” the princess said. “It’s a shame I could not be there in person.”

Lydia ran her hands down the white and gold pencil dress she wore, something from the Princess’ closet, and watched the game. There were 15 seconds on the clock. The Pumas had possession at 4^th and goal. The game was tied at 21.

“This has all gotta be exciting for you, right princess?”

Lydia turned to see a woman standing next to her. She was an attractive, middle-aged brunette named Heidi McClain. She worked for the team and was assigned to be ‘Princess Nela’s’ liaison when the front office learned she was attending the game.

“Oh, yes,” Lydia said with a forced smile. She kept her replies to a few words to hide her terrible fake Astrean accent as best she could.

“Oh, here comes the snap,” Heidi said.

The play was called, the ball was in play and the teams scrambled.

“Watch number 44, that is wide receiver Archie Kemp,” the princess said. “Quarterback Reno Stokes will get him the ball and he will take the team to victory.”

And over the next few seconds, it was exactly as the Princess said. The player with 44 on his jersey found his way into the end zone, the ball sailed over the Stingrays’ defensive line, and landed in his hands. The stadium erupted in deafening cheers and Lydia almost ripped the earpiece out with how loud Nela shrieked in her ear.

The players and coaching staff all celebrated and, after about another 20 minutes, the players began heading back to the locker room.

“You want to meet the players, Princess?” Heidi asked Lydia.

“Yes! You do!” Nela said.

“Certainly…” Lydia said, sighing internally.

Heidi smiled and led her back, through the tunnels and into the stadium. They were among the last of the team’s staff, and Heidi walked slow intentionally. She hooked her arm in Lydia’s and leaned in to whisper so that the security men walking right behind them couldn’t hear.

“Your highness, don’t be intimidated when we go in the locker room. You’re going to see a lot of...well...dick…”

The real princess Nela squealed happily and Lydia had to maintain her composure. She watched the stadium staff they walked past and caught a glance of a dark haired woman who looked at her and smiled. “...Shit…” she said to herself. “Was that Silk?!”

“Did you say something?” Heidi asked.

“No...I apologize…”

“It’s all right. I was just saying that some of the players can’t keep them hands to themselves around women,” Heidi said.

Lydia looked at Heidi, who smiled and bit her lip, and they went into the Pumas’ locker room. The party was already underway. Music played and spirits were high. Heidi, her arm still entwined with Lydia’s, greeted players as they walked pass.

Lydia couldn’t pull her eyes away from the naked and half naked bodies of many of the players. Some were big, some were lean, most were young and ripped, and Lydia heard Nela gasping in her ear.

“Oh my…” the princess said.

“It’s like a buffet, isn’t it?” Heidi said to Lydia.

Lydia’s own nipples pressed against the inside of her dress, and she locked eyes with one player, a giant of a black man with massive arms and round belly. His cock was huge, easily 10 inches, and he looked up Lydia up and down. “What’s up, Heidi?” he said in a deep, booming voice.

“That is Rondell Hill,” the Princess said. “They call him the Wall. He is a linebacker.”

“Rondell, this is Princess Nela. She’s visiting us all the way from Astrea,” Heidi introduced Lydia.

“H-hello,” Lydia choked out, barely able to look up from Rondell’s cock.

“I wish I was there!” Nela whined.

“Heidi!” a voice suddenly called out.

Heidi turned around and waved to someone. “Be right there!” She then turned to Lydia. “I gotta go. Business stuff.” She then grabbed Lydia’s shoulder. “You play nice with our princess here, Ronnie. We don’t want any international incidents.”

“You know I’m always on my best behavior, girl,” Rondell said, winking.

“Uh-huh…” Heidi said with a grin. “You have fun,” she whispered in Lydia’s ear before slipping away.

“So you enjoy the game, princess?” Rondell asked.

“Umm...yes,” was all Lydia managed.

The giant linebacker smiled at her. “Second time this season we whooped those fools. We win a few more and we’re in the playoffs.”

“Lydia,” Nela said. “Look at his penis. I want to see it again.”

She didn’t have to tell Lydia twice. Her gaze shifted downward at his cock, hanging flaccid between the big man’s legs. She found herself licking her lips, the sight of it consuming her thoughts. Then a hand touched her chin and she looked up and looked Rondell in the eye.

“Come with me, Princess,” he motioned his head. She followed him to an area toward the back of the locker room. Some of the other players saw, smiled at nodded at the big linebacker, and Lydia looked around at them as she followed Rondell. The security men started to follow, but Lydia made them stay as she left.

“Oh my...look at them all…” Nela gasped. “I wonder if mother and father would mind me buying a football team…”

The two of them ended up in an equipment room, a cozy space away from the locker room and down a narrow hallway. Rondell squeezed all 300-plus pounds of his frame through the door behind Lydia before closing the door.

“Where is Astrea anyway?” Rondell asked.

“I…” Lydia stammered. The cramped space of the room made him seem larger, more imposing.

“It is between Sweden and Finland,” Nela told her.

“Uh...near Finland and Sweden.”

“Ah, I used to mess with a girl from Sweden,” Rondell said. “She was a model.” He then walked over and put one giant hand on the side of Lydia’s face. “Something about you European girls…”

“You are so lucky!” Nela said.

Before Lydia could do anything, Rondell leaned in and kissed her. The warmth of his body, his scent, caused Lydia to gasped as their tongues tangled. A big hand grabbed her tit and she stepped back as Rondell leaned in, with him being nearly three times her weight. She stumbled back into a one of the equipment cages and Rondell pinned her there, his body pressed against hers. His cock swelled between his legs and he ran his other hand up Lydia’s dress, caressing her thigh and toying with the lips of her pussy as they continued kissing.

“Ugggh!” Nela groaned in frustration. “This is not fair, Lydia! The only black men in my country are old diplomats! That should be me!”

With Rondell’s help, Lydia took her dress off, revealing matching lace bra and panties that soon came off as well. Rondell took one meaty tit in his giant hand and, with the other, cupped Lydia’s thigh. With little effort, he lifted the busty blonde teen up. She spread her legs and he lowered her onto his stiffened cock.

They continued kissing as he bounced her up and down. She gasped into his lips, his ten inches pushing in deep and causing Lydia to squeal in ecstasy. Through it all, she could hear Nela breathing in her ear. She could hear the undeniable ‘squish’ of the princess pleasuring herself, as the Princess let out whispered cries of pleasure and curses in her native tongue.

As Nela pleasured herself, Rondell continued impaling Lydia on his cock. He pushed deep, so deep that the teen could barely handle it. She whimpered, biting her lip as they both breathed heavily. Out of reflex, she wrapped an arm around his broad shoulder. She dragged her nails across his back, scoring shallow scratches and he winced, but laughed as she squeezed her tit in his massive hand. He began sucking on her neck and toying with her nipples, but he never let up with the pace of his penetration.

As Lydia felt him push deeper, his girth stretched her out, forcing her to spread her legs slightly wider. She felt herself getting closer to the edge. She dug her nails into his skin, crying out and trying to hold out for as long as possible. Rondell grunted too, and his massive body tensed up as he continued slapping his pelvis into hers. His breathing then grew rapid and he groaned.

Lydia expected to feel his warmth fill her up, but instead, there was a violent crackling sound. Rondell let out a suppressed groan and his eyes rolled back. He then fell back, still inside Lydia, and she fell right on top of him.

“What has happened to him?!” Nela asked, panicked.

Lydia started to answer until she noticed someone standing over her.

Silk looked down at Lydia with a smirk on her face and a taser in her hand.

“Oh no!” Nela cried. “I am going to get Ms. Midnight!”

Lydia scrambled and climbed off Rondell, her juices flowing down her thighs as she stepped back.

Silk eyed her and then stepped forward, grabbing her by the jaw. She shoved her back against the locker.

“Wait a goddamn minute!” Silk fumed. “You’re not Nela! Who the fuck…”

Before she could finish, Lydia staggered her with a sucker punch. Silk grunted and stepped back, holding her face where Lydia hit her. She blocked more punches that came at her and managed to push Lydia back.

“Oh...I see…” Silk said. “You’re one of the baby supers.”

“I’m taking you down, Silk!” Lydia promised, throwing a flying kick that Silk easily dodged. Silk responded with her own punches and kicks that Lydia blocked and dodged. She then turned aside another punch and managed to hit Silk with a blow to her ribs.

Lydia grabbed a helmet and swung it, hitting Silk in the head. The assassin staggered back and picked up a spare jersey. She threw that, covering Lydia’s head and knocking her back into the wall. Silk then lunged and grabbed Lydia, strangling her. “Where’s Nela?!”

Lydia gagged and put her hands in Silk’s face, trying to gouge her eyes. Silk growled and bit Lydia and Lydia gagged and kicked Silk hard between her legs. Silk let out a scream and let go, staggering back. When Lydia charged, Silk dodged at the last second, grabbed the girl’s head, and slammed her face first into the door. Lydia hit the floor, right next to Rondell and Silk put her hands on her knees and bent over to catch her breath.

“Fuck...the Aphrodites are already onto me!” She looked at Lydia, unconscious on the ground, and went into her sleeve, drawing a long knife. She hovered the blade over Lydia’s head, near the base of her skull. “No...no...I’ll never hear the end of it if I murder some amateur kid. Shit!” She then put the blade away and left the equipment room.

“Lydia! Lydia!” a voice echoed in her head.

The teen heroine stirred, holding her aching head, and listened to the voice. “Lady Midnight?”

“Are you all right?” Lady Midnight asked. “Nela said you saw Silk. What happened?!”

Lydia looked around. “She was here...she got away…”

“Damn!” Lady Midnight said. “All right, head back.”

“Sure…” Lydia said. She looked down and saw Rondell still out cold, but his cock still stiff. She licked her lips and crawled over to the player, taking his rock hard shaft in both hands. She then put her mouth on the tip, before easing as much of the cock into her mouth as she could. Lydia moaned and began bobbing her head up and down, slurping up the players taste while he lay on the floor in front of her.

There was a knock at the door and Lydia didn’t have time to move before it opened. Heidi stuck her head in, paused, and smiled when she saw the scene in front of her.

“Sorry, highness...didn’t realize you were still busy. Your security guys are looking for you. I’ll tell them you’ll be a few more minutes,” she said with a grin before leaving.

Lydia removed Rondell’s dick long enough to thank Heidi before she got back to it.

***

The smoke cleared and the gunfire stopped. Crosshair stood alone among wounded SWAT team officers, but every last one of them was alive. He let out a sigh and walked over to one officer, a young guy slumped against the wall. Crosshair grunted and sat down next to him.

“Oh god,” the officer whispered. “Please don’t kill me…”

Crosshair lifted his mask. “Relax, kid. If I wanted to kill you guys, you’d be dead.”

“Wh...seriously?”

“Yeah, man. I try not to kill cops if it can be helped. It just makes more problems for me,” he said, looking at the wounded officers. “You boys will be laid up in the hospital for a while, but no helping that, I’m afraid.”

“Ugh...damn, this hurts…”

“What’s your name, kid?” Crosshair asked.

“Kyle...Kyle Jensen.”

“Let me ask you something, Jensen. You got a girl? Or guy, I don’t judge.”

“I got a girl, yeah,” Officer Jensen groaned, holding his leg.

“Married?”

Jensen shook his head. “I’ve known her since high school, though.”

“Ah, that’s nice. Let me give you some advice, kid. Don’t marry her unless you’re 100 percent sure she’s the one. You need to be positive, otherwise one night you’ll wake up with her on your waist with a knife to your throat.”

“What…?”

“Yeaaah…” Crosshair said. “She’ll shoot you, burn you, kick you out a window, hit you with a car...and yet, for some reason, you’ll still fucking marry her. I mean...yeah, you might strangle her, try to drown her, lock her in a gorilla enclosure, leave her tied up and in the hands of an Albanian mafia boss…” he chuckled at that. “But...all of that drama really makes you question things, you know?”

“Did all of those things actually happen?” Jensen asked.

“Hey, I’m a murderer, buddy, not a liar.”

“So...this girl who did all that...do you like her or not?”

“That’s the question, ain’t it, Kyle?” Crosshair sighed. “Honestly, it sometimes feels like we’re meant for each other. I think everyone’s got someone on this weird ass planet they’re meant to be with. I guess I’m a romantic like that.” He then looked at the wound in Jensen’s leg and took his hand. “Keep pressure on that.” He then got up. “Well, I’d better split before the medics get here.” He stepped over another wounded officer and gathered up the laptop and the gun. “Stay safe out here, buddy,” he said to Jensen before leaving.

***

It was the early hours of night in Delta City and Summer Morgan stepped out of a black luxury sedan, finding herself outside of a nightclub called The Lunar Room. She wore a sheer, white blouse with a plunging neckline that showed off the dark bra she had on underneath. Her shapely legs and toned ass were hugged by a pair of leather pants and she had on a pair of expensive fashion sneakers as well as eyeglasses.

“This was a mistake…” Summer said, looking at her outfit. “Jess would have been perfect for this mission.”

“I hear the Lunar Room is the best nightclub in Delta City,” Princess Nela said in her ear. “When this is over, I would like to see it myself, but this will have to do for now.”

“Stay sharp, Summer,” Lady Midnight said. “If Silk or Crosshair makes a move, we’ll be ready.”

Summer sighed and walked to the club’s entrance. She approached the bouncer at the door, who stopped her and demanded ID. She handed him a fake passport, with her picture and the name Nela Hilda Mäkinen. The bouncer scrutinized the picture, then Summer, for several minutes before waving her and her security men through. 

The inside of the club was spacious and lively, with Delta City’s beautiful and trendy dancing to loud dance music. Summer moved through the crowd, watching for anything that might have been out of place. Despite herself, she found herself nodding to the music.

“Blend in, Summer,” Lady Midnight said. “Have fun, but keep your eyes open. And NO DRINKING.” 

“I cannot believe you Americans are so strict about alcohol,” Nela said.

“I agree…” Summer sighed. She went into the crowd to dance, when a young man, tall, handsome, and well dressed, walked past her. He then turned, put a hand on her slim waist, and the two of them danced.

“Oh, he is handsome,” Nela said.

“Running facial recognition,” Lady Midnight said. “Carter Pearson, college student. 20. Nothing suspicious.”

And so Summer and Carter danced and enjoyed each other’s company as the night carried on.

It wasn’t long before the two of them were a tangle of limbs as they barged into one of the bathrooms, arms wrapped around each other and lips locked. Carter unbuttoned and removed Summer’s blouse and then took her bra off and tossed it aside. Summer ripped his shirt off, revealing a lean, muscular body underneath. Before they continued, Carter went in his pocket and took out a baggie with two small pink tabs.

“Is that Bliss?” Lady Midnight said. “Summer, don’t you dare…!”

“Do it!” Nela cheered.

Summer ignored Lady Midnight and sucked Carter’s finger as he put the Bliss tab in her mouth. He then took the other and the two went back to it. Summer felt the Bliss taking hold immediately. Everything about Carter’s body occupied her every thought. His touch, his scent, his warmth. Her nipples were rock hard and she felt herself getting damp between the legs as her mind ignored everything but the feeling of pleasure.

Carter turned Summer around and bent her over after pulling down her pants and panties. She gasped when he entered her from behind, his impressive cock pushing into her pussy slowly. He then begin thrusting, and Summer cried out. Carter pulled her hair with one hand and cupped and squeezed a tit with the other.

Every thrust, every squeeze, every grunt and groan was enhanced as the Bliss moved through Summer’s body. She put her hands against the wall, her cries filling the bathroom as Carter’s hips slammed into the meat of her ass. He ran his hand up her back and her tits swung with his thrusting. She stood on the tips of her toes, pounding her fist against the wall. Carter jumped at the sound and looked up.

“Holy shit!”

“What?” Summer asked, looking back at him with ragged breath. She then turned when he nodded and she saw that she put cracks in the wall where she hit it. They both laughed and Summer stood up and kissed him. Carter then picked her up by her waist and sat her down on the sink before getting down on his knees. Summer suppressed a squeal as Carter stuck his tongue between her legs and began lapping up her taste. She ran her fingers through his dark brown hair and wrapped her muscular thighs around his head as he continued to eat.

Below, Carter stroked his own dick, grunting and groaning as Summer gasped at his working of his tongue. She threw her head back, feeling herself coming close to the edge. The heightened intensity of her emotions made it impossible to focus, even as Nela gasped in her ear and encouraged her on. Summer felt warm, her stomach was in knots, and Carter’s tongue pushed deeper, bringing Summer to the brink. Suddenly, she cried out and let loose. Carter came up for air, his lips and chin soaked as he licked his lips. He looked at Summer with a wide, handsome smile, and she put her hands on the sides of his face and looked him in the eye as the two of them enjoyed the silence.

The silence was then shattered when the door was kicked in.

Crosshair stood in the doorway, folded his arms and leaned against the frame.

“Oh, fuck!” Carter jumped up. He got in front of Summer and put his fists up.

“Come on, man,” Crosshair said. He drew a gun strapped to his leg. “Get lost.”

Carter froze at the sight of the gun, turned to Summer and apologized.

“No, don’t worry...go,” Summer said, pushing him away.

Carter ran out and Crosshair gave him room before stepping in. “Nice guy,” he said before leveling the gun. “Now, I’m gonna make this quick, Princess. You won’t feel a th- Jesus!” he jumped back in surprise when Summer rushed him and, with a high kick, disarmed him. He backpedaled and defended himself from the relentless assault. When he saw an opening, he doubled Summer over with a blow to her stomach and backed up to give himself space.

“What the fuck? How are you so damn strong?” Crosshair asked. He grabbed Summer by her blonde locks and lifted her head up. She swung at him, but he stopped her and hit her hard with his other hand. “I guess it doesn’t matter.” He took a knife out, twirled it and held it above her head.

“That isn’t Princess Nela, babe.”

Crosshair spun around to find Silk in the doorway behind him. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Stopping you from fucking up,” Silk said. “That’s not the Princess.”

Crosshair leaned in and looked at Summer closely. He then took out his phone, brought up Nela’s picture and held it next to Summer’s face. “Oh, shit!”

Summer looked at the two assassins and grinned.

“Who the hell is this?” Crosshair asked.

“She’s one of the baby supers. Same thing happened to me at the football stadium a couple hours ago. These bitches are onto us!”

“Fuck!”

“Idiots…” Summer taunted.

Crosshair hit her hard with a knockout blow and then grabbed his gun and put it away. He stormed out of the bathroom with Silk behind him. They moved down the hall and to the door that led to the alley behind the club. Once they were outside, they paused when they saw the ends of the alley blocked.

Lady Midnight stood at one end, cracking her knuckles. Texas Star was at the other end, hand hovering near her revolver.

“How y’all doin’?” Texas Star said. “Crosshair, good to see you again.”

“Which one do you want?” Crosshair asked Silk.

“I’ll take Midnight. You still owe Star, right?”

Crosshair nodded. “Good luck.”

Silk unsheathed a large combat knife from her lower back and charged forward. Lady Midnight smirked and waited for her to get in close. She then knocked a stab attempt to the side and pushed Silk away. She took out a collapsible baton, extended it, and she and Silk clashed weapons.

At the other end, Crosshair and Texas Star stared each other down, hands near their guns. The tall, busty Texan smirked and waited for Crosshair to make a move. Crosshair, in turn, kept his eyes on Star’s gloved hands. Several seconds passed, the only sounds being the grunts and clashing of weapons coming from Silk and Lady Midnight.

And then they both drew their weapons, but only one shot went off.

“Gyah! Fuck!” Crosshair cursed as Texas Star’s bullet ripped his gun from his hand. He barely had time to think, though, as Texas Star unloaded the five remaining rounds from her six-shooter, and Crosshair ducked and rolled behind a dumpster.

Texas Star holstered her gun and drew her other one while approaching. “Come on now, Crosshair. I promise I’ll only give ya another flesh wound.”

Crosshair took out another handgun and checked the chamber. “No can do, Star. That last one left a mark. Lowers my stock with the ladies, you know?”

“Hey, it ain’t like I shot your dick off or anything,” Texas Star said. “I left you in one piece, didn’t I?”

“You asking to see?”

“Sorry, hon. You ain’t my type.”

Crosshair chuckled and dove from behind his cover. He fired several shots and Texas Star dove out of the way, firing a single round. She hit him in his shoulder, making him drop his gun, and Crosshair hit the ground, cursing. Texas Star got up and rushed over to him. She kicked the gun away and pointed hers at Crosshair.

“Don’t give me a reason, big boy.”

“Shit!” Silk said when she saw Crosshair with his hands up. “She turned away from Lady Midnight and rushed to help Crosshair, but Lady Midnight took off after, dove, and pinned her to the ground. “Gah! Fuck!” Silk screamed as Lady Midnight wrestled her and tried to pin her arms to the ground. The two tall, busty women were a tangle of limbs and Silk tried to worm her way from under Lady Midnight to little success.

“Looks like you two are goin’ to prison,” Texas Star taunted. “I imagine you’ll do all right inside. Your lady there, though, yeah, she’s gonna be currency for them girls. They’re gonna pass her around like a bottle of whiskey.”

“Fuck…” Crosshair uttered. “I’m not interested in your wet dreams, sister!” He said. He realized Texas Star was distracted watching Lady Midnight and Silk, and he kicked the busty Texan in her knee, bringing her down. She cursed and when she tried to get up, Crosshair hit her with a hard right and took the gun from her. He then spun around and fired at Lady Midnight.

Lady Midnight looked up at the commotion at the last second and managed to get away, rolling off of Silk just before a round took her head off. Silk jumped to her feet and looked at Crosshair.

“Get out of here!” Crosshair said just before Texas Star jumped up and tackled him to the ground.

Silk went to help him and saw Lady Midnight standing up. She hit Lady Midnight with a kick to put her back down and saw Texas Star pin Crosshair down and put her gun right between his eyes. Silk quickly grabbed her knife and put it to Lady Midnight’s throat. “Let him go!”

Texas Star looked up, finger on the trigger, and eyed Silk.

“I mean it!” Silk said, digging the tip of her knife into the heroine’s throat.

Texas Star growled, cursed, and got up. “Git!”

Crosshair got up slowly and limped toward Silk. Once he got past her, she lowered her knife and kicked Lady Midnight in her plump ass. Before the heroines could pursue, Silk dropped a smoke bomb. When it subsided, she and Crosshair were nowhere to be seen.

Lady Midnight sighed and took a deep breath while Texas Star threw her hat on the ground in frustration.

***

It was only about an hour later. Summer and Lydia sat in a meeting room at She Legion HQ, with Summer holding an ice pack where Crosshair punched her.

“You girls did well out there today,” Lady Midnight complimented. She paced in front of them and a visibly angry Texas Star leaned against the wall with her arms folded.

“So what now?” Lydia asked.

“Nothing,” Lady Midnight said. “It’s likely Silk and Crosshair have gone to ground. They know we’re looking for them, so it’s too risky to make another move on Princess Nela.”

“Well, at least everyone’s all right,” Summer said. “Where is the Princess?”

On cue, the door opened and Princess Nela came in with a big smile on her face. “That was all so very exciting! I love America so much!” She rushed to the two teen heroines and went behind their seats, putting her arms around their shoulders. “Ms. Midnight says that the assassins have gone. That means we can celebrate!”

“Princess, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Lydia said.

“Nonsense! The night is young and I want to see Delta City for myself now. Come, come! I will give you new clothes and we will go...oh, what is the expression? Paint the town red!”

Before Lydia and Summer could protest, Princess Nela dragged them out the room.

Texas Star and Lady Midnight watched them go.

“We should tail ‘em, just in case,” Star said.

“Agreed...I can’t say for certain we’ve seen the last of Silk and Crosshair.”

***

“Stop squirming! You’re such a baby!” Silk chastised.

Somewhere across town, she and Crosshair sat at a kitchen table at a safehouse while she carefully stitched the wound in his shoulder after having taken the bullet out. Crosshair sat, taking drinks from a bottle of whiskey.

“Well, there goes my fucking payday, and X won’t get his puppet government,” Crosshair lamented.

“That’s the business sometimes, baby,” Silk said, finishing up. “At least we still have our freedom.”

“Yeah…” Crosshair sighed. “Listen, you can hunker down here. They’re probably looking for us and The Dungeon is all the way across town. Just stay here until the heat dies down.”

Silk looked up at him. “Hey...I didn’t get to thank you...for saving my ass back there. Lady Midnight almost had me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he dismissed her. “You had my back too when it counted. You’re a pain in the ass but...you’re my pain in the ass.”

Silk slid around him and sat on his lap. She was in her bra and panties, having taken off her catsuit so she wouldn’t get blood on it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked him in the eye. “You’re so sweet. Now, tell me Mr. Crosshair, however will we pass the time?”

Crosshair sighed and shook his head, chuckling. “I can think of a few things.”

Silk took the bottle of whiskey from his hand and leaned in to kiss him. The softness of her tits pressed against his chest. His cock stiffened in his pants as he put a hand on her waist and they continued kissing. Silk then stood up, taking a drink from the whiskey before she took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

III

“Ugh...what…?” Lydia groaned, sitting up. The morning light shone in through the large penthouse windows and Lydia found herself in a strange bed, surrounding by young, healthy, naked people all fast asleep. She looked down at her own naked body and tried to remember what happened, but all she could conjure up was a headache. She looked at the blonde asleep next to her and rolled her over.

“Summer,” Lydia said, smacking her lightly in the face. “Summer, wake up!”

Summer stirred and sat up. “Wha…where are we?”

“I think this is Nela’s penthouse,” Lydia said.

“Who are these people?” Summer asked, looking at the young men and women in the bed and on the floor of the bedroom with them.

“I don’t know…” Lydia said, but I imagine they’re probably why we’re all sticky…” she said, realizing she and Summer were covered in dry cum.  She looked to the nightstand and found her cellphone. After unlocking it, she went on social media and she and Summer froze at what they saw.

There were pictures and images of the two of them, along with Princess Nela, and a wild night across Delta City. There was a strip club in Sugar Town, a karaoke session somewhere in Tokyotown, shots of liquor, late night diner food, a bar, more shots of liquor, and another night club that went into the wee hours. Throughout the pictures, the three picked up fellow partygoers, many of whom were sleeping in the room right then and there. They just stared at each other and Lydia put her phone down and stared at the floor.

“Brenda and the others are gonna kill us…” Lydia said.

The doors then opened and Princess Nela strode in, freshly dressed and made up.

“Hello, my darlings!” she grinned. She stepped over the people on the floor and approached the girls. “You must get showered and dressed. We are going to a brunch that I hear makes wonderful mimosas!”

The two super teens couldn’t even protest as the princess dragged them off. 

***

Across town, Crosshair woke up alone in his bed. He looked around the bare, empty bedroom and saw that Silk’s things were gone. He yawned and climbed out of bed, walked into the living room and paused at the sight in front of him. A man, stripped naked, gagged, and bound to a chair, was slumped over with a knife in his chest and a note pinned to it. Crosshair looked at the tattoo on the man’s arm, a stylized wolf icon. He then took the knife and the note and read it.

“We had a guest in the middle of the night. He was here for me. That tattoo on his arm means he’s from the Winter’s Wolves, a black ops unit in the Astrean military. I didn’t want to wake you. By the time you see this, I’ll be on a plane back to Astrea to take care of some business. Don’t know when I’ll be back in the states. Come to Europe some time. I set the coffeemaker for when I thought you’d be up.  There wasn’t any food here so I got a dozen donuts. There are seven left on the kitchen table. And yes, I took the bear claws :P” - Silk.

Crosshair chuckled and put his hand on the dead man’s shoulder. “Women, am I right?” he said as he went to get his coffee and breakfast.

***

Somewhere in Astrea, a small gathering of luxury cars pulled into a parking lot outside a condemned apartment complex. Old men in pristine military forms climbed out and gathered, the medals on their jackets showing they were generals.

“What is the meaning of the this?” Jari Niskanen, a tall, thin, imposing man asked.

“What do you mean, Jari?” Henri Koskela, a portly general with a bushy beard asked. “You called us all here.”

“I did not!” Jari insisted.

Erik Lehto, a dour looking man, glanced around. “Gentleman...have any of you been updated on our little project in America?”

The generals all looked at him and shook their heads.

“That foreign assassin we hired failed. Nela still lives.”

“What of the assassin?” Henri asked.

“No word,” Erik said. Just then, his phone rang and he pulled it from his pocket and answered. “Hello?”

“I can’t believe you dipshits tried to kill me,” a woman said.

“Who is this?” Erik asked.

“Look north. Top of the building,” the woman said before ending the call.

Erik paused and turned around, looking up. His eyes then went wide. “No, no, no!!!” he screamed.

The others all looked up and tried to run when a rocket came flying right at them.

A smirk crossed Silk’s face as she watched the explosion and flames engulf the generals and their cars. She lowered the rocket launcher from her shoulder and let out a sigh. “Send a fucking assassin after me...No more government jobs…” she said before packing up her gear. She took a wrapped bear claw from one of the pockets of her bag and started eating it as she left.

Epilogue

Angela Grear sat on a bench somewhere in Neptune Park, overlooking the lake. She tossed some chunks of bread to the ducks and watched them eat. Moments later, a petite blonde wearing a pink overcoat sat down next to her with an ice cream cone.

“That little adventure seemed fun,” Fox said, taking a lick of her chocolate mint.

“It was good for the girls. They need experience in dealing with especially dangerous people like Silk and Crosshair,” Angela said.

“I agree,” Fox said. “So my intel worked out, then?”

“It did. But why does Sentinel care about what happens in Astrea?”

“This was a personal one,” Fox said. “Me and the Astrean Chief of Intelligence...well, we were a thing for a little bit. It ended because neither of us are really able to travel for leisure, and phone and internet sex only gets you so far….”

“Fox…”

“Sorry… Anyway, he got some intel from a mole about rogue generals wanting to take over the country while Nela was in the states and asked me to look into it.”

“Won’t they just try again?” Angela asked.

“Nah, I took care of it,” Fox said. She ate some more ice cream. “A couple years ago, the CIA caught a rogue unit of Astrean Special Forces doing mercenary work for a cartel just over the border. They were being kept in storage in case we had a need for them. I weaved a little white lie and told one of them that if he killed Silk, he’d get to go home.”

“So Silk’s dead?” Angela asked.

“Oh no, she killed him. And then she went back to Astrea to kill the generals, because she thinks they sent him. Just came across the wire this morning. Blew them up with a rocket launcher.”

“So Silk…” Angela said. “...Just saved the Astrean royal family.”

“The great game is chess, not checkers, Angie,” Fox said. “If you ever get tired of being a superhero, you should take up spycraft. You’d be good at it. Hell, you can come work for me if you want. You wouldn’t be the first Aphrodite from Delta City I sign paychecks for.” She then got up. “I recommend the ice cream vendor over by the south entrance.”

“So noted…” Angela said.

“Let’s do this again some time,” Fox told her as she walked away.

The End