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Superia #11: The Heist pt. 1

by Sigma

Previously, on Superia: The Maidens of Might are enjoying newfound notoriety thanks to their defeating the giant monster that attacked Delta City. Everyone is unaware that it was a plot orchestrated by Panopticon, a secret project being run by Wade Industries. Their goal is to tear down the public image of the heroines in order to push their own team of corporate-controlled superhumans. They’ve started doing this by also orchestrating the return of Viper, a notorious criminal organization that hasn’t been seen in over 20 years. Unknown to the public, Viper’s leader, Lord Viper, is Richard Lowe, the CEO of Wade Industries. He’s working with Sloan and Orla Adams, the sisters responsible for Panopticon.

They used Viper’s return to publicly humiliate the heroines and debut their flagship heroine Meta Woman, formerly the heroine Scarlet, an old teammate to some of the members of the Maidens. Since then, public opinion has been turning against the heroines. They’ve tried carrying on as normal, but Thera has become depressed since being exiled from her home and cut off from her young son and many of the others are eager to strike back at Panopticon.

Prologue - Somewhere in Georgia, 20 years ago.

“Hey, Casey!”

Eighteen year old Casey Allen turned around at someone shouting her name, and pain burned her face the moment the fist slammed into it. Her legs gave out and she fell to the ground. Repeated punches and kicks landed, and all she could do was curl up and take it yet again. Like always, they laughed. Like always, she refused to give them the satisfaction of crying as they beat her.

Hours later, bruised, with her school clothes bloody, Casey sat across from Ms. Poole, who sat leaned back in her chair and typed a text message on her phone.

Casey looked up at her with a black eye. “M...Ms. Poole?”

The guidance counselor held up a finger to silence her and then finished her message. She then looked across from her at the girl. “Was it Tammy Peters and her friends again?”

“...Yeah…” Casey said.

“How many times are we going to do this, Casey?” Ms. Poole asked.

“I just…” she started. “Can’t something be done?”

“I talked to them, and that’s all I can do. Take a different route between here and your house, or learn to fight back. You don’t have to do it for long, right? You all graduate in a few months.”

“But why is she always targeting me?”

Ms. Poole sighed and shrugged. “Maybe she’s jealous. Because you’ve...developed faster than her.”

Casey shrunk in her seat, trying her best to cover her ample bosom, which only started blossoming in the last year or so. There had been other changes too. Tammy’s beatings weren’t as painful, and she recovered from them faster, and Casey, a lifelong husky girl, had lost weight over the last summer until taking on a shapely, hourglass figure. She also grew a good 9 inches in the same time. At 6 feet, she was taller than just about every other girl and woman around her, and many of the men.

“Now, I have work and you have class, so…”

Casey sat for several seconds before leaving the office.

Casey had gone to the nearest bathroom to collect herself. She looked at the fresh set of bruises in the mirror and sighed. Suddenly, she winced at an itch in her head, like something poking her brain, and the sensation pulled her attention to a bathroom stall she thought unoccupied. Moments later, the toilet flushed and the door opened. A girl walked out and froze, unaware there was someone else in there. Casey only recognized her as a sophomore, unsure of her name, and the two shared awkward smiles before the girl hurriedly washed her hands and ran out.

“That was weird…” Casey said. The sensation came back again, this time pulling her attention to the door. Another girl walked in, someone Casey didn’t recognize, and she quickly averted her gaze as the girl went into a stall.

“What the hell…?” Casey whispered to herself. She grabbed her backpack and quickly left, determined to leave campus and go home.

I – Delta City, Today.

“The so-called Maidens of Might are nothing more than a menace on our city, Sam,” the woman’s voice came over the radio. “I think that what Wade is doing with their Panopticon Project is the way forward. Look, these women...these people, they’re living weapons and they need to be controlled or else we’ll have chaos. I mean...who do they answer to?”

“Those are all good points, Ms. Bradley,” Sam Patrick, the radio host, answered. “So your argument is people with these abilities need to be vetted.”

“Exactly! Did you know that Naomi Grant, the one called Superia, spent a year in jail in Nevada for assaulting a police officer?”

“Is that so?”

“Yes! And Cindy Callum, the ex-child actress, the one they call Blaze? Well, what good can come from some out-of-touch Hollywood elitist who can start fires at will? And let’s not even get started on Mantis and the Iron Crane, who keep secret identities. What are they hiding?! Wade Industries and people like Meta Woman are who we need to depend on...”

Delphi grumbled and turned off the radio. Sara Bradley had been doing the rounds in print, radio, TV, and online, trashing the team and turning public opinion against them. And what frustrated everyone was that it seemed to be working. Several of the girls had been harassed on the streets, both by civilians and police, to the point where many of them had trouble going about day-to-day business. Rebecca had to give up her volunteer work at the animal shelter, and some patients at the hospital where Madeline volunteered her medical expertise refused her help.

Delphi leaned back in her chair in the conference room and looked at the chart with Panopticon written in capital letters at the top. Sara Bradley was on there, as were several company leaders at Wade Industries, with CEO Richard Lowe at the top.

Sloan Adams, head of R&D was just under Lowe, as she seemed to be at the head of this Panopticon Project. And then there was Erica Burgess, aka Meta Woman, formerly known as the superheroine Scarlet. Delphi had been trying to figure out how she was mixed in all of this, and how Sara Bradley was connected at all. This all felt orchestrated, a sentiment that Veronica, aka Mantis, shared, but she needed solid proof. The only thing Delphi was certain of was that Brenda Wade, the young heiress whose name was on the company, wasn’t involved. From what she gathered, Brenda had very little actual authority in the company due to the other board members holding controlling stakes. Maybe that was her way in?

And all of this was on top of the sudden return of Viper to Delta City and the team’s very public humiliating defeat at their hands. None of it made sense.

“What am I missing…?” Delphi asked herself, crossing one lean, shapely leg over the over. She let out a sigh as she ruminated on the problem.

*

The buzzing of a phone broke the silence of the night and Sloan Adams rose from her bed and looked at her phone. She put her glasses on and sat up before pressing to answer.

“Ms. Adams.” It was the distorted voice of the Silent Partner. “I have something I want you to look into.”

“I’m listening,” Sloan said while getting up. She slept naked, and didn’t bother covering the lean curves of her body as she crossed the room and sat at her desk, opening her laptop.

“I have been monitoring online activity and underground messaging systems. I have ID’d two people of interest. One calls themselves Mind’s Eye. The other is the Oracle of Delphi. I am certain I know who Mind’s Eye is, but this Oracle still eludes me. Send someone to Nova City to retrieve Mind’s Eye. Associates of mine will have him in their possession within the next few hours.”

“Meta Woman, perhaps? Or maybe Riot?”

“No. No one who would be on Sentinel’s radar. Umbra is busy as Sara Bradley, so not her, either.”

“I have the person,” Sloan answered after thinking on it. She then got back up and grabbed her phone.

“Very good,” the Silent Partner said before ending the call.

*

Elsewhere in the city, a phone rang and a plump, naked body stirred on soft silk sheets at the sound. Orla grabbed the phone and looked at the illuminated screen as a smile crossed her round face. “Hello, little sister. To what do I owe the call at this later hour?”

“Orla, I’m sorry to wake you,” Sloan said. “I need to speak with Mr. Barrett.”

Orla looked to her side at the bald, muscular man laying naked in her bed. She shook him gently, and when his eyes opened she handed him the phone. He took it and sat up on the edge of the bed. As he and Sloan spoke, Orla slipped behind him, wrapping her arms around his chiseled frame. Her plump, meaty breasts pressed against the muscles of his back, and she kissed his broad shoulder while cupping and gently playing with his tight balls and stiffening shaft. After a few moments, the call ended and he grunted with Orla’s coaxing.

“Work calls?” Orla asked, stroking his cock.

Cain Barrett nodded. “I need to go Nova City.”

“My sister works you like a dog,” Orla fake pouted. “Be a good boy and come back to me soon.”

He stood up and began retrieving his clothes. He looked back at Orla as she lay down and stretched her curvy figure out on the silk sheets. She licked her lips while cupping the soft meat of her tit with one hand and sliding the other hand between her lower lips. She gasped lightly, spreading her thick legs and pushing two fingers in, slowly, gently, while watching Cain.

Cain smirked and nodded while putting his pants on.

II

The next day, Veronica grunted and did another rep on the pull up bar, sweat coating her athletic body and soaking through the tight spandex of her workout clothes. Not far away, Naomi lifted another rep of 2000 pounds on the barbells over her head, her healthy curves also soaked and glistening.

Both women glared at the TV mounted to the wall while they worked out. Sara Bradley was on a local talk show on INN speaking with the host as footage of recent heroics carried out by Meta Woman played out in the background.

“I really wanna cave that stupid bitch’s face in…” Naomi growled, dropping the weights.

Veronica dropped from the bar and watched the TV. “Be patient. We’re looking into it.”

“Well how long is it gonna take?” Naomi asked. “Assholes out on the street are starting to piss me off, and I might end up in jail before long if this shit keeps up.”

“It takes as long as it has to,” Veronica said. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Naomi sighed. “Yeah sure. Hey, Ronnie, be honest with me…”

“Hmm?”

Naomi pointed to footage of Meta Woman stopping an armored car robbery. “If it comes down to it and we have to fight that bitch, how screwed are we? Red told me she’s pretty tough.”

Veronica nodded. “If it comes to that, best leave it to Xanthe. That’s all I’ll say.”

“Shit.”

“Let’s not worry about that for now,” Veronica said. “How is Thera doing?”

Naomi grabbed her towel and began drying herself off. “She’s been moping around my apartment since we got back. All she does is lay on my couch watching trashy TV when she’s not bawling her eyes out. She barely eats, except for all of my sweets for some reason, and I had wrestle her ass into the shower the other day when she was starting to smell ripe.”

“I figured. Give her some time. She had her boy taken from her, after all. Maybe she’ll let Madeline talk to her eventually. Help her process all of this.”

“Yeah, sure. Don’t get me wrong, she can stay as long as she wants, I just wish she’d stop feeling sorry for herself so we can go back and punch those old fuckers.”

Veronica chuckled. “Sometimes I envy your simplistic worldview, Naomi.”

Just then, Morgan Mueller, Veronica’s personal assistant, walked into the gym. The young brunette pushed her eyeglasses up and handed Veronica a tablet. “Ms. Chambers, I’ve found this information on properties connected to Viper in the past. I could not find any connection to Wade Industries, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there.”

Veronica looked it over. “Good work, Morgan. Anisa and I will take it from here.”

“Hey, Morgan, you wanna wrestle?” Naomi asked with a grin.

Morgan froze and looked at Naomi, who grinned and cracked her knuckles. She swallowed a lump in her throat and her wandering gaze fixated on Naomi’s lean muscles, her six-pack abs, the thickness of her thighs. She thought about what it’d feel like to be squeezed by them, and a twinge ran through her womanhood. She bit her lip and composed herself. “I...I appreciate the offer, but I have work to do,” she answered. She then looked at the blouse and skirt she wore. “And I’m not dressed for it, besides.”

“Pussy,” Naomi taunted. “Just strip down to your bra and panties.”

“I am not a pussy! Ms. Chambers needs me, and…”

“Actually, I’m good, Morgan. I’m going to go over this info. Take the rest of the day off unless I call you,” Veronica said while walking away.

Morgan froze and looked at Naomi like a deer in headlights.

“Hehe. You’re all mine now, little girl,” Naomi said, walking toward her. Morgan tried to flee, but squealed when Naomi pulled her back by her hair. “You’re going nowhere! I’ve got you for the rest of the day!”

Veronica headed into the hall, looking over the tablet, ignoring a call for help from Morgan, followed by the sound of a body hitting the gym mat.

She walked to the other end of the facility and made sure she was alone in the hall before accessing doorway hidden in the wall and accessible only by a code only she and Delphi knew.

Inside, Delphi looked up from the table she was standing over and Veronica walked over to her while glancing at the large glass tank where the regenerating remains of Star Woman floated.

“We could really use you right now, V’lirra…” Veronica said before joining Delphi. She put the tablet down. “Here’s what Morgan was able to find regarding properties owned by or connected to Viper. She didn’t see any Wade connections.”

Delphi took the tablet. “There still might be something there…” She then started going through what was in front of her.

Veronica leaned against the table. “Do you think Erica knows about V’lirra?” she asked, looking back at the tank.

Delphi looked up. “I doubt it. You know she hated V’lirra. If she thought she was still alive, she’d have used that by now.”

“Good point,” Veronica said. “Even so, she can’t be our trump card. I doubt these Panopticon people are going to wait three years until she regenerates to finish tearing us down.”

“Agreed. It’s a good thing Erica doesn’t know who you and Asa are under your masks. The fact that she never socialized with the rest of you ended up working out. We need to start pushing back, but we have to be strategic about it. Wade’s media machine is too good, and…” Delphi paused when a notification flashed on her laptop screen. She opened it and found a message:

Mind’s Eye: Delphi. Need help. Urgent. Learned more about Panopticon. Being watched and followed. Need extraction from NC.

“Oh no…” Delphi gasped.

“What is it?” Veronica asked.

Delphi turned to her. “I need you to go to Nova City. Now.”

*

Morgan lay on the gym mat, out of breath, sweaty, and in her bra and panties. Her breathing got more desperate as Naomi loomed over her with her hands on her shapely hips.

“I...give up…” Morgan breathed.

Naomi smirked and put her bare foot to Morgan’s side. She then rolled the girl over onto her chest before sitting down on the small of Morgan’s back, sitting reverse so she was staring at Morgan’s feet. Naomi beat on Morgan’s butt cheeks, barely contained by a black thong, like a pair of fleshy drums.

“You’re in better shape than I thought, Morgan.”

“I play a lot of rec league soccer,” she groaned.

“That’ll do it,” Naomi said. She then grabbed Morgan’s lower legs and bent them under her arms, applying pressure to Morgan’s lower back.

Morgan cried out and pounded the mat. “Naomi! I said I give up!”

“Yeah, but I’m not done,” Naomi taunted. She pulled a bit harder and Morgan squealed and writhed, trying to get out from under Naomi. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

“What?” Morgan asked through gritted teeth.

“I’ll let you go, but when you aren’t working for Ronnie, I get a massage any time I want, day or night.”

“No! Ahh!” Morgan screamed. “Wh...what body part?”

“All of them.”

“I’m not touching your dirty feet!”

“My feet aren’t dirty, you twerp!” Naomi growled and pulled harder.

Morgan cried out more just as Veronica walked back in. She stood over them and then squatted.

“Naomi, I need my assistant back, please.”

Naomi looked back at Morgan and then let her go. Her legs flopped onto the mat and Naomi rolled away and sat down.

“Thank you, Naomi,” Veronica said. “Morgan, can you stand?”

“I think so.”

“Good. Grab your bag. We’re going to Nova City.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Veronica smiled and pat the girl on the thigh before getting up. “I should probably show you how to get out of that hold, too.”

“That would be great, Ms. Chambers,” Morgan said, face down on the floor.

“Meet me at the car in 15,” Veronica said before leaving.

Morgan sighed and looked at Naomi, who sat cross legged and grinned at her. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a bully?”

“You just now, Shorty yesterday...annnd Poppins like three days ago.”

“Well you should work on that,” Morgan told her. Gah! Gyah! Stop it!” she protested as Naomi put her bare foot to her face and cackled.

III

“I’m sorry to call you like this…” Thera wept.

“Babe, it’s fine, but...hold the phone away from your face.” It was about an hour later, and Naomi sat soaking in the communal tub in the locker room, her brown hair tied up as she was up to her chest in hot water. She held her phone up and saw Thera’s face too close to the camera. “No, Thera back. I can up your nostrils for fuck’s sake.”

“Like this?” Thera asked, moving away.

“There you go.”

“I’m sorry. I’m still getting used to these things…”

“It’s fine. What’s up? Everything okay?”

“You’re out of ice cream,” Thera said.

“What are you talking about? I bought three tubs yesterday!”

“I’m sorry...they’re gone…”

Naomi sighed. “All right, all right. I’ll get more on the way home.” She looked to the side when she saw Delphi walk in and waved. “You need anything else?”

“No...that’s all…” Thera said. “I’m gonna lay down until you get back.”

“Hey, did you brush your teeth today?” Naomi asked and went without an answer. “Thera!” The call ended. “God dammit…”

Delphi walked over and sat down on the edge of the tub when she was sure it was dry. “I know it’s hard, but be patient with her.”

“Yeah, even through all this, she’s not as bad as my roommate in college.” Naomi then turned and propped her arms up on the side of the tub. “What’s up, momma?”

“Let’s take a ride. There’s something I need a hand with and you’re perfect for it.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm. Meet me in the kitchen in 30,” Delphi said.

“Sure thing. But first, you wanna hop in here and see how long I can hold my breath?”

Delphi raised an eyebrow. “Why would I need to get in to…” She glared when Naomi grinned at her and splashed her with water. “Pervert. Thirty minutes,” she said before leaving.

*

“So why are Ronnie and Morgan going to Nova City?” Naomi asked Delphi from the passenger seat of her sleek sports sedan.

“They’re going to retrieve a friend of mine,” Delphi said. “Someone who might be able to help us with this whole Panopticon business.”

The car spiraled around the levels of a parking garage.

“How deep do you think it goes?”

“That’s what I intend to find out. I also want to know where the hell Erica’s been all this time.”

“Who’s Erica?”

“Oh, sorry. Scarlet. Or Meta Woman.”

“Oh, that bitch. Red told me she was a pain in the ass.”

Delphi nodded. “That’s putting it lightly. She didn’t like the others and none of them liked her. She’d put everyone down every chance she got because she was so sure of her own superiority. She never even socialized with the others, couldn’t bother to learn most of their names or anything.”

“She thought people with powers were just better, right? Why’d she listen to you?”

“We never actually met face to face, so she has no idea what I look like. I didn’t reveal myself until after V’lirra died. Everyone actually wanted to boot Scarlet from the team, but V’lirra, bless her, convinced them to give her another chance. She was convinced Erica just needed friends,” Delphi explained.

“Oh, so Star Woman was like that.”

“Hey, watch that tone, Naomi. V’lirra was the best of us in so many ways.”

“Sure, but sometimes the only way to get through to someone is with a swift kick in the ass. No amount of hugging and kumbaya bullshit is gonna cut it.”

“The world isn’t that simple.”

“Yeah it is,” Naomi said. She then looked ahead as they reached the roof of the garage. “All right, so what are we doing here?”

Delphi brought the car to a stop, facing a skyscraper, and turned the car off. She took out a pair of binoculars and put them to her eyes. “We’re meeting someone.”

“What?” Naomi looked through the windshield at the building.

“In a few moments, some is going to break out a window near the top of the building and come zip lining over to this garage. I need you to catch them for me.”

Naomi stared at Delphi and then watched closely for a few silent moments.

“There. Third floor from the top.”

Naomi squinted and saw the window shatter. She then saw a glint as something flew from the window toward the garage and embedded itself in the ground before someone came zip lining across, just like Delphi said. The figure, a slim woman, landed at the other end of the line, tumbled, got up without breaking her stride, and began running.

“Shit!” Naomi said before getting out of the car and chasing her. She took off at full speed and quickly gained on the woman. “Hey!” she yelled.

The woman turned and looked back. “Dammit!”

Naomi caught a quick glimpse and saw the woman was wearing a mask with pointed ears like a cat. She wore a form-fitting outfit that was mostly white with patches of orange and black. She had a small, leather backpack on her back. Naomi dove and tackled the woman to the ground and the two of them tumbled. The thief quickly wormed her way out of Naomi’s grasp and Naomi moved toward her again when she looked down and saw a glint of metal.

She quickly turned her head to the side to the avoid catching the claws in her eyes, and instead they left their marks on her cheek. “Ow! Bitch!” Naomi cried out. The thief went for another swipe, but Naomi dodged and grabbed her arm and pulled her in. With her other hand, she landed a punch right in the thief’s midsection, knocking the wind from her. The girl doubled over and Naomi flipped her over her shoulder and locked in a sleeper hold and squeezed tight.

“Crap!” the girl gagged, kicking and trying to get free. “Why are you so freaking strong?!”

“Shut up!” Naomi growled, furious at having been scratched. They both looked up when Delphi calmly walked over and stood over them.

“Oh! Hi, Anisa!” The thief said.

“Hi Jenny,” Delphi said. “I tried calling you. You should answer your phone sometimes.”

“I was busy…” she said, nodding to the building.

“Yes, well, I have a job for you,” Delphi said. “This is Naomi, by the way.”

“Pass,” Jenny abruptly said. She then grunted and went rigid, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she collapsed to her side, unconscious.

Delphi stared at her and then looked at Naomi. “Why did you knock her out?!”

“I thought you wanted me to!”

Delphi sighed. “Just...put her in the trunk in case she wakes up on the way to HQ.”

Naomi picked Jenny up and put her over her shoulder. She walked to the car and dropped her inside the trunk before grabbing the backpack. She opened it to find it brimming with jewelry and gems. “Oh shit.”

“Leave it,” Delphi said, getting into the car.

Naomi sighed, dropped the bag, and got in the car.

*

Some time later, in the garage at HQ, Naomi opened the trunk.

“Fuck!” She screamed as Jenny sprung out, claws first, and left a fresh set of scratches on Naomi’s face. Naomi staggered back and growled and Jenny held her claws out before looking around.

“Oh, this is your HQ, right?”

“If you two could just calm down,” Delphi said. They kept their distance and she stood between them. “Naomi Grant, this is Jennifer Carver, aka Calico. Jenny, this Naomi Grant, aka Superia.”

Calico grinned, retracted her claws into her gloves and extended her hand.

Naomi looked her over suspiciously and took her hand. She then squeezed tight, pulled Calico in, and punched her hard in the stomach, doubling her over.

“Naomi!” Delphi chastised

“Bitch better not have left a scar,” Naomi said, touching the scratches on her face before walking away.

Calico coughed but stayed on her knees. “I like her.”

*

Later, the three of them were in the conference room, with Naomi and Jenny sat at opposite ends of the table. Jenny had taken her mask off, revealing the face of an attractive brunette with large, dark brown eyes. Her costume was low-cut, showing off plenty of cleavage, and hugged the athletic curvature of her thighs, butt, abs, and tits. She was lean, with a dancer’s physique as opposed to Naomi’s fighter build, and she carried her self with a lazily confident roguish air that made Naomi seethe with annoyance as she tended the already-fading cuts on her face.

“You want me to steal from who?” Jenny asked.

“Richard Lowe, the CEO of Wade Industries. I need you to look specifically for something related to this whole Panopticon business.”

“Isn’t this usually Veronica’s lane?”

“She’s busy on another task. That’s why I’m asking you,” Delphi said.

Jenny shrugged. “I want a 150,000 for it. My typical fee, plus what I lost on that jewelry tonight.”

“Okay,” Delphi said readily. “Done. Naomi will be going with you.”

“No,” Naomi said.

Jenny fake pouted and Naomi flipped her off.

“Yes,” Delphi said. “In case she runs into resistance or needs a lookout.”

“Fine,” Naomi groaned. “But only if you give me a handy.”

Delphi narrowed her eyes. “Do it, or your grounded on monitor duty for a month.”

Naomi smirked. “Can I have a spanking too?” She bit her lip and looked Delphi over. “You can have a paddle and wear a tight little leather number with the ass out.”

“Naomi, please. We don’t have time for this.”

“Fiiiine,” she got up. “I’m gonna go change clothes.” She glared at Jenny. “I fucking hate cats…” she said before walking off.

Jenny smirked and watched her leave before turning to Delphi. She then propped her head up with her hands.

“What?” Delphi said.

“Just picturing her bent over with you spanking her, wearing leather and all.”

Delphi rolled her eyes. “Go. Get out.”

*

Naomi stood in the locker room, in only her thong as she went through her outfits to find something to wear. The ring of her phone pulled her attention and she turned to her bag to reach for where she knew she left her phone. “What the fuck?” she asked when it wasn’t there. She then realized the ringing was coming from behind her and turned and looked up to see Jenny laying on top of the bank of lockers with a phone in her hand.

“It’s Thera,” the thief said with a smile.

“Give that to me, you little shit!” Naomi demanded.

Jenny pressed the screen to answer. “Hey Thera!”

“I…” Thera’s voice came over speaker. “Is this not Naomi’s phone?”

“It is. But I’ve borrowed it.”

“I’m sorry…” Thera said. “Who is this?”

“It’s your old buddy Jenny!”

“Give me my fucking phone!” Naomi said, leaping up and trying to swipe it back. Jenny gracefully spun away, maintaining her footing on top of the lockers.

“Oh, Jennifer! Hello!” Thera said.

Naomi growled and pulled herself up on the lockers, but by the time she was up, Jenny was already on the move, nimbly moving from one bank of lockers to another and forcing Naomi to clumsily chase her.

“...Yeah, so Anisa wants me to do a job for her,” Jenny said, talking to Thera while avoiding Naomi. “What’s new with you?” She paused and looked at Naomi, who charged at her. She tried to grab Jenny, who ducked down and swept Naomi’s legs out from under her, making her tumble to the floor with a curse and a loud crash. “Wait...Thera...you have a son?! When did this happen?!...Oh, babe, I’m so sorry to hear that.”

Naomi sat up and glared at her.

“Well, I’m sure these girls will help you get him back. I think...AH!” she screamed as the lockers toppled at Naomi rammed them with her shoulder. Jenny landed on her feet but Naomi was on her and successfully wrestled her to the floor.

She pinned the thief down and grabbed her phone, smothering Jenny’s face under her tits while she lay on top of her.

“Jennifer, are you okay?” Thera asked.

“She’s fine, babe, for now,” Naomi said with a growl.

“Oh, Naomi.”

“What did you need?” Naomi asked while she suffocated Jenny, who writhed and wriggled and beat her fists against Naomi’s arms to be let up.

“Can I buy something on cable?

“Porn?”

“No! I want to buy a pro wrestling special.”

“What? Since when do you watch wrestling?” Naomi asked.

“I like the drama.”

“Yeah, all right, my credit card’s in the night stand. Buy some dinner too. Del’s sending me on a mission with this stupid fucking cat so I might not be in until late.”

“Okay, thank you. Good luck and be safe,” Thera said before the call ended.

Naomi put her phone to the side and lifted her naked tits off of Jenny’s face. Jenny gasped for air and sat up as best she could with Naomi straddling her.

“You’re a good wife,” Jenny said, squeezing Naomi’s tits.

Naomi smacked her hands away. “We’re not married, dumbass.”

“Not yet. I can steal a ring for you if you want,” Jenny said.

Naomi groaned and stood. “Get your ass up so we can go.”

Delphi rushed into the locker room at that moment. “I heard a crash! What happened?!” She found a topless Naomi standing over a Jenny, laying on the floor among knocked down lockers. “...Forget I asked.”

Interlude – Back in Georgia, 20 years ago.

The unrelenting Georgia sun was high in the morning sky. Casey walked to school, her eyes cast down and a million different thoughts running through her head all at once. Then, like a knife, her newly awakened senses cut through the noise and she looked up to see Tammy Peters and her gang of flunkies in her path. Before Casey knew it, they surrounded her on all sides.

“How’d you do it, Allen?” Tammy asked.

“Do what?” Casey asked.

“Cover those bruises we gave you yesterday? With makeup? Your broke ass can’t afford the good stuff,” Tammy said, shoving her.

“Leave me alone, Tammy…”

“You’re such a fucking pussy!” Tammy said. “Quit your goddamn daydreaming and fight back!” she shoved her again.

Casey tried to push pass and walk away, but Tammy grabbed Casey by her hair and backpack and pulled her back. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, you big-ass bitch!”

Casey then braced herself as Tammy’s fist found her cheek. She staggered in surprise, the blow not as painful as usual. Was Tammy pulling her punches? Casey didn’t have time to think about it as Tammy hit her again and again, clubbing blows to her face, chest, and shoulders.

“Stop!” Casey said, holding her arms up to block. Tammy pushed her arms aside and kept hitting her, she and the other girls laughing as she did.

“I said STOP!” Casey said, lashing out. She threw punch herself, there was a loud crack, and a startled cry. Tammy fell to the ground on her knees.

“Ah! My side!” She said, holding her ribs with tears welling up in her eyes. “What the fuck, Allen?!”

Casey looked at her fist and then at Tammy. “I...I’m sorry! Are you okay?!” She moved toward Tammy, who moved away while biting back the immense pain she was in.

“Don’t touch me!” Tammy yelled. She then looked at her friends. “Don’t just stand there! Get her ass!”

Casey shielded herself as the other girls began raining blows on her.

*

Some time later, Casey walked through busy, brightly lit halls, staring at fresh bruises on her knuckles. She then closed her eyes, trying to focus until the sensation tickled at the back of her mind and she knew she found what she was looking for. She stopped at a door and gently cracked it open before peering inside.

There was a woman, a tall redhead with caked-on makeup and pale tits restrained by a too-small bra and cheetah-print spandex to, on her knees with a stiff cock down her throat as she bobbed her head back and forth.

A police officer, with his pants around his ankles, stood over her, hands on his hips and his head back with his mouth open in ecstasy. Casey groaned inwardly and watched. The redhead cupped her pale tits squeezing them as she looked up at the cop, and moaning in pleasure as she slurped up his stiff length. Her bra came down, revealing still-perky tits in all their glory, with healthy pink nipples fully erect. She fell into a rhythm with her sucking, and the cop groaned, using one hand to grab the woman’s head and force his shaft as deep as it would go.

The redhead didn’t gag or protest. She took like all like an experienced champ, using her fingers to toy with the cop’s tight balls and making him jump and squirm in pleasure. This went on for several more minutes, with Casey finding herself disgusted by the whole display, but unable to look away from it. Moments later, the cop’s body shook with a tremor, and he pulled himself out of the redhead’s warm, moist mouth. She gripped his shaft with one hand, giving it several slow, loving tugs, before the warm, sticky stream shot out and caked her face and cleavage.

She looked up with the dripping mask on her face and gave the cop a wide, red smile before taking some on her finger and sucking it clean. She then licked his flaccid, dripping cock where it hung in front of her.

Casey rolled her eyes and stepped back, taking a seat in a chair and glaring at the door. Minutes later, the door opened and the cop walked out first. He looked at Casey, said nothing, and walked off. The redhead came out behind him, her face clean and bra pulled back up, and glared at Casey.

She stomped over to the girl, her spiked heels clicking on the tiles of the floor.

She grabbed Casey by her ear and forced her up. “Get your ass up!”

“Ow! Momma!” Casey cried as her mother, Vicki Lynn Allen, dragged her to the exit.

“You are fuckin’ lucky the cops ain’t pressin’ charges since them other girls started it,” Vicki Lynn said. “You cracked two of that girl’s ribs, broke another’s nose, and gave one girl a concussion!” They got to the entrance and Vicki Lynn let her go and pushed her away. “What do you got to say about that?”

“...Maybe they should drink some milk, get stronger bones?”

The slap rang through the halls of the hospital and Casey cowered, more from surprise than anything. Like the bullies’ punches, Vicki’s slap didn’t carry the sting it should’ve.

“You think that’s funny?!” Vicki Lynn raged. “So help me, good lord above, Casey Sierra Allen, if you don’t straighten your ass up, I will knock some goddamn sense into you! You’re legally an adult now, so I don’t even gotta take care of your ungrateful ass anymore. You fuck up again and you’re outta my house, little girl! Got me?!”

“...Yes ma’am…”

Vicki Lynn huffed. “Good.” She then walked out.

Casey watched her mother go away, her fat, droopy ass contained by tight leggings and her dyed red curls bouncing. She clenched her hands into a fist, thinking to just get it over with then and there. She figured it was only a matter of time before she got kicked out. She might as well make it worth it. She wondered, after fighting off the bullies, just what kind of damage she could do. They were already at a hospital, so the bitch wouldn’t even need to go far.

Casey looked back at the cops, who were watching them after the exchange. No, she wasn’t trying to get tasered and dragged to jail. Not over Vicki “the Throat”, as she was rumored to be known down at the truck stop.

Casey unballed her fist and took a deep breath. She had plans. She just needed to last these last few months, graduate, then she was taking what little money she had saved and getting the fuck out of Georgia.

“Only a few months…” she said to herself.

“Casey!” Vicki Lynn shouted. “Stop fuckin’ daydreamin’ and bring your ass on!”

Next: Showdown in Nova City