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Superia #2: Blissed Out pt. 1

by Sigma

I

Naomi Grant opened her eyes to warm room and an empty bed and let out a soft moan as she rubbed the insides of her tender thighs. She sat up fully, a thin layer of sweat already coating her naked, curvy flesh in the hot summer morning as she looked around for any sign of Mantis. It was then that she noticed the window was open.

"Heh, yeah, I can see her as a hit-and-quit," Naomi chuckled before laying back down and sighing with a smile on her face. She recalled the image of Mantis' head between her legs, the feel of the wetness of her tongue lapping up her juices. Naomi could still feel her fingers entangled in Mantis' hair as she arched her back and tried to fight back the orgasms the woman was forcing her to have. Her nipples hardened at all of these thoughts, and Naomi bit her lip as she considered the toys she kept under bed, wondering if she should have a go first thing in the morning.

"Fuck it," she said, swinging her lean, muscular legs over the side of the bed and getting up. She closed the window and then stretched her arms, yawned, and scratched her tits.

"Shit, do I have time? Do I work today? What time is it?" She went to grab her cell phone from her nightstand and noticed a notification for over a dozen missed text messages and calls.

Naomi. Answer.

Naomi, wtf r u?!

Naomi WE'RE IN TROUBLE!"

The messages each had an increasing tone of urgency, and each one came from a single person, Rocket, the pink-haired, tattoo-covered bartender at the bar and sex club where Naomi worked.

"What the hell?" she asked herself. She didn't check the voice messages, figuring it was more of the same when she saw the missed calls were from around the same time.

She put the phone down and grabbed some discarded clothes that littered her floor.

***

"Hey," Alexis said after opening her door when Naomi knocked. She was still in her tight-fitting her running outfit, her caramel colored skin dripping with sweat as she caught her breath.

"Did you just get back from running?" Naomi asked, remembering that she last saw Lex just when she was setting out a little over eight hours ago.

"Yeah, I did 32 miles," she said. "I dunno why I have so much energy, but I feel great!" Alexis beamed.

"God dammit, Fox..." Naomi muttered to herself before looking at her friend. "Did Rocket send you a bunch of messages panicking about something?"

Alexis went into the neon green fanny pack on her waist and took out her phone. "Oh yeah. She's been blowing me up for hours," she blinked.

"Fuck," Naomi groaned. "Do you know where she lives? She isn't answering when I call."

***

Naomi and Alexis arrived to a slightly open door at an apartment about 20 minutes away from their own. Naomi paused when she noticed it open, and held up a hand for Alexis to stay behind her.

She then pushed the door open, pausing when it creaked. She took several cautious steps inside and arrived to find a neatly kept apartment with surprisingly tasteful art covering the walls. Right by the door was a suitcase, still open with women's clothing quickly thrown in. A smaller bag sat next to it and Naomi knelt to inspect the contents.

"Dog food?" she asked herself.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" A voice screamed just before something struck Naomi across her head. She only flinched at the blow while Alexis jumped back in surprise.

Naomi turned to find Rocket with a wooden baseball bat in her hands, her skinny arms trembling as she looked at Naomi with a dropped jaw and wide eyes.

"Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit. Naomi! I'm sorry!" she said, dropping the bat.

Naomi looked at the discarded bat and then at Rocket. "What the hell's gotten into you?"

Before she could answer, there was loud, shrill barking coming from the bedroom. Rocket ran back and returned a few seconds later carrying a brown and black Yorkie in her arms. 

"I'm so glad you two are okay. I was starting to think the worst," Rocket told them.

"Why? What happened?" Naomi asked, scratching the dog behind its ears.

"Riot's gone!"

Naomi paused and she and Alexis looked at each other. She then turned back to Rocket. "What are you talking about?"

"She's not at the club," Rocket explained. "I talked to some of the security guys and they said they saw some woman in a suit go back there, and then Riot was gone when I checked after going in this morning."

"Fuck..." Naomi stepped back.

"Well that isn't good..." Alexis added.

"I thought maybe she already found you two," Rocket explained before putting the dog in the smaller bag and closing her suitcase. "I'm not taking my chances. Me and Wolf and getting the hell out of Delta before that crazy bitch tracks me down." She picked her suitcase up and slung the other bag around her shoulder.

"Where are you going to go?" Alexis asked her.

"I'm not telling you that. What if Riot makes you talk? Good luck, you two. I'm out!" Rocket told them before leaving the apartment.

Once she was gone and the apartment was quiet Naomi shrugged and looked at her friend.

"So, biker bitch is on the loose. Rocket's probably right, you know. She's gonna come looking for both of us. Shit, the bitch knows where we live," Alexis said.

"I ain't worried about it, Lex. I've got an idea." Naomi answered. She then went into the hall closet and found it mostly empty. She then checked the top shelf. "Huh...hmmm. Bedroom." Naomi uttered before walking off.

"Naomi, what are you looking for?" Alexis called after her.

"Rocket might have left her weed stash behind. Help me look and then we'll leave. Take the kitchen."

Alexis started to reply but simply sighed and headed for the kitchen.

***

Three Dead as Gang War Escalates

Delphi sighed at the headline in the newspaper and started reading the article again, parsing it for details she might have previously missed. She took a sip of her coffee and looked around the grand lobby of the luxury apartment building where she waited. Three men, known members of the 14K triad, were gunned down in an apparent conflict with men from the Torello crime family. Police had no witnesses and learned very little from a wounded Torello enforcer that they caught leaving the scene.

The loud clicking of high heels against the marble floor grabbed her attention and Delphi looked up, took another sip of her coffee, and folded her newspaper before standing up. She fell into step next to the tall, dark haired woman in the green dress pants and white blouse when she passed.

"Good morning, Anisa. Thinking about buying in the building?" the woman asked.

"Not at all, Veronica," Delphi said to the woman, Veronica Chambers, as they headed toward the elevator. "All this marble is too gaudy."

A quick elevator ride dropped them off on the penthouse floor. Inside, there was a spacious apartment with a wide view of Delta City's skyline. Veronica let Delphi walk in first and then closed the door behind them.

"So this is a social visit?" Veronica asked.

"Naomi told me about Riot. Why didn't you say she was keeping her hostage in the club?"

Veronica chuckled and shook her head, undoing her blouse as she walked around Delphi. "I didn't think it mattered. Riot got what was coming to her," she said while taking off her blouse and revealing the top of her Mantis costume.

"That isn't how we run this team."

"V'lirra wouldn't have had a problem with it."

"That isn't the point and you know it. Don't make this about Star Woman," Delphi chastised.

"Yes ma'am," Veronica said in a mocking tone. "And you should lighten up, I only found out she was pimping Riot out last night."

"How?" Delphi blinked. "Naomi was at the safehouse after the mission with Striker, with me and Lea."

"She told me in bed," Veronica answered, smiling when Delphi rolled her eyes. "That was after we wore each other out. She had a surprising amount of energy considering she just came from a mission."

"We have to set an example for her and any other newcomers we recruit," Delphi told her.

"Did you make her turn Riot over?"

"Of course I did."

"Too bad. I would've liked to try her out myself. You could do with a visit to that club yourself, I think. It's very lively," Veronica explained while discarding the last of her clothing. She then began taking off her Mantis costume, a green bikini. Once she dropped it to the floor, she stretched her lean muscles. "But it's done now, so all is well, is it not? Care to join me for my yoga session?"

"I've got things to do..." Delphi told her plainly, already done with the conversation. She walked over to Veronica and put the newspaper against her naked chest. "Gang war between 14K and the Torellos. I did some digging and the Torellos hired your old friend, Bloodsport. Look into it before it gets bad."

Veronica smirked and gave her a mocking salute.

Delphi rolled her eyes and turned to leave.

"Anisa," Veronica called after her.

Delphi looked back over her shoulder.

"There is a vacancy on the floor right below this one. I can have my realtor show you the place."

"Goodbye, Veronica..." Delphi said before leaving.

Veronica chuckled and scanned the article about the gang war. She then nodded and put the paper on her couch before bending over to touch her toes, her naked tits hanging freely as she breathed in deep.

II

"Damn," Alexis gasped when she saw the cavernous expanse of Delphi's safehouse. "Your new friends live like this?"

"Yup," Naomi confirmed. "You'll be safe here while I look for Riot. Make yourself at home." Naomi then stopped and sniffed at the air. "What's that smell?"

Alexis paused and picked up on the scent. "Oh. That's tea. Lavender, I think."

"You're a woman of culture," a voice spoke from the kitchen. Seconds later, a tall Asian woman with sharp features in a simple, gray hooded sweatshirt and pants walked out of the kitchen with a steaming cup in her hands. Her long, black hair was tied back in a simple ponytail and she looked the pair over from behind her cup.

Naomi looked the woman over when she realized there was something familiar about her. "Oh wait, I saw you yesterday on Delphi's computer. Steel Crow?"

"Iron Crane..." the woman answered with a glare. She walked over to the two of them and scrutinized Naomi closely. "Hmm. From what Anisa told me, I expected more. The company you keep reflects poorly on you, miss," She said to Alexis.

"I've punched people for saying less," Naomi told her. "You're lucky I'm in the middle of something. Lex, just chill here while I go look for Riot."

"Come with me, Naomi," Iron Crane told her.

"What? No, I'm busy."

"It won't take long," Iron Crane promised before walking away. "Your friend can come as well. To bear witness."

***

Iron Crane led them to a combat training room elsewhere in the building. It was a simple, large room with the entire floor covered in an exercise mat. Wooden training dummies were tucked away on the far side, and there were a number of training weapons mounted on racks.

"Please remove your shoes," Iron Crane said before sliding out of her tennis shoes and leaving them against the wall. She took another sip of tea.

Naomi sighed and took off her shoes.

Iron Crane walked to the center of the room and Naomi followed her while Alexis sat against the wall and watched them.

Iron Crane held her cup and looked Naomi over. "Try and hit me."

"I'm not gonna hit you."

"I know. I said try," Iron Crane took another sip.

Naomi narrowed her eyes at the woman, who simply watched her, and then struck with a quick jab. Iron Crane slipped to the side with ease, and did so with the two punches that followed all while continuing to drink. The woman flowed like water, no movements wasted as punch after punch found nothing but air.

When Naomi went in with a high jab, Iron Crane spun around until she was behind Naomi, and then tapped her on the shoulder.

"Gah!" Naomi groaned. "All right, I get it. You're fast."

"Not only that, but I can read you like a book. You throw a good punch. You've got the fundamentals, I will give you that, but you're only slightly better than an amateur."

Naomi stepped back. "Delphi said you could should me a thing or two about fighting stronger opponents," she recalled, remembering the conversation she had with Delphi the night before.

"I can, but I can also tell you're impulsive and act without thinking. Why should I waste my time?"

"So, what, you just called me in here to shit on my technique?" Naomi held her arms out. "You know what? Fuck you, lady."

Iron Crane shook her head and raised her tea cup again as Naomi turned around. When she lifted her head to take a drink, her eyes widened as Naomi spun around and grabbed her hood and pulled it over her head. Iron Crane groaned as a hard knee slammed into her tight stomach. The world then upended and Iron Crane was on her back, her left arm squeezed between Naomi's muscular thighs as she pulled it toward her head.

Iron Crane growled, caught in the hold while Naomi laughed.

"Got ya!" Naomi gloated and pulled tight. "Take back what you said and I won't snap your arm."

Iron Crane grabbed her trapped hand with her free one and pushed with her feet, flipping back until she was upright and out of the hold.

Naomi kicked up and got back to her feet, putting some distance between them. She then cracked her knuckles and smirked, taking a tie from around her wrist and tying her hair back. "Oooh! This is gonna be fun!"

Iron Crane's gaze went to her spilled tea before she took a fighting stance and beckoned Naomi.

"Ummm, not that I don't like a good girl fight but, Naomi...Riot?" Alexis asked.

"In a sec, Lex. I just need to clip this bird's wings."

"You'll find I'm not some drunken biker," Iron Crane promised.

"Stop running your mouth and ring the bell, sister," Naomi said.

"Later for that. We have a mission."

Naomi, Iron Crane, and Alexis all turned to find Veronica Chambers standing in the doorway to the training room. She walked in, smile on her face. "Naomi, it's good to see you bonding so quickly. Good morning, Asa."

"Veronica," Asa Miyazawa, Iron Crane, said with a polite bow.

"And hello again, Alexis," Veronica turned to the woman.

"Have we met?" Alexis looked her up and down.

"That's Mantis," Naomi told her. "What are we doing?"

"We have to stop a gang war. Get geared up, both of you," Veronica told the two women.

"All right, cool. I just hope the bird here isn't going to start crying over spilled tea," Naomi laughed, jabbing Asa in the ribs with her elbow.

Asa shot her a sideways glance and pinched Naomi somewhere on the shoulder.

"What the f-" Naomi managed before her body went limp and she hit the mat in a heap.

"Asa...was that really necessary?" Veronica asked.

"I'll get dressed and meet you downstairs," Asa said. "Ms. Alexis, nice to meet you," she bowed before leaving the room without looking at Naomi. 

"I can't fucking feel anything..." Naomi groaned.

"It'll pass in a few minutes,' Veronica told her. "We'll be downstairs when you're ready," she explained before leaving.

Alexis knelt next to Naomi. "You know...sometimes it helps to say nothing at all. I like her, though. She's got a real 'polite dom' vibe about her. Think she'd want to work at the club? Asian chicks clean up down there."

"Shut your traitor mouth," Naomi groaned.

Alexis went into the pocket of Naomi's sweatpants and removed a small bag of weed.

"Hey, come on, we said we were splitting that."

"You've got a big important mission and I don't know how long I'm gonna be here," Alexis said, waving to her downed friend before walking to the door.

"Wait, Lex."

"Hmm?"

"At least call the Fengs and tell them about Riot. Tell them I'm gonna hunt her ass down as soon as I take care of this."

"Will do," Alexis promised before walking out.

Naomi sighed and stared at the ceiling, waiting for command over her body to return. "Goddamn ninjas..." she sighed. "I got her ass, though..." Naomi chuckled to herself just as she managed to make the fingers on her right hand wiggle.

***

"Strange seeing Sugar Town during the day like this," Mantis commented from where she stood on the rooftop. Superia stood next to her, looking across the street to a club with a glowing sign on the front that said "the 14K Club". Superia had changed into a new costume, a silver, skintight bodysuit with the chest zipped halfway up and a pair of black boots with thick soles and rows of buckles.

"What is that place?" she asked.

"A strip club," Iron Crane answered. She swapped out of her athletic clothes for her costume, a black and white short kimono with a plunging neckline covered in crane motifs, and a half mask across her lower face.

"How do you know that?" Superia smirked.

"It's a club run by a 14K boss named Mao Lin," Mantis answered before Iron Crane could snap back. "We're going to talk to him, because he's had dealings with the Torellos before the two gangs started tearing into each other. Follow my lead. The place is crawling with 14K soldiers. If they get cute, then I'll turn you two loose on them. Sound good?"

Iron Crane nodded and Superia gave a thumbs up.

"All right, ladies. Off we go."

***

In the alley behind the 14K club, a mountain of a bouncer opened the door and paused when he saw the three costumed women standing on the other side. Superia, Iron Crane, and Mantis all looked at him, with the latter smiling and waving.

"No auditions today, ladies. Come back tomorrow," the bouncer said before going back inside and closing the door.

Mantis went to knock again before Superia stepped forward. "Hold on."

The bouncer jumped from his seat when the door buckled under a single hit and then flew open. Superia walked in first after lowering her fist. "Where's Mao Lin?"

The bouncer took another look at the three and then pointed a thumb back and stepped aside.

"Attaboy," Superia grinned, patting the man on the side of his face when she passed.

Mantis walked by him, followed by Crane. The bouncer went for the radio buckled to his belt only to jump when a throwing dagger knocked it from his hand and pinned it to the wall. Crane wagged her finger and shook her head before jogging to catch up with the others.

The heroines walked through a dressing room area, catching the glances of naked and half-naked strippers in the middle of changing and counting money. Most of them just took one look and then went back to what they were doing. Superia passed one dancer, a topless redhead who was applying lipstick in the mirror, and the two locked eyes. The dancer looked Superia over, smiled and bit her lip, and Superia veered off to approach her, only to be pulled back when Crane grabbed her by her ear.

"No. We're busy," Crane said, pushing Superia ahead of her.

"Agh, fucking cockblock," Superia growled and rubbed her ear.

Mantis led them down a hallway just off the club's main area where they reached a door that said 'manager's office'. She tried the doorknob and pushed when the door clicked, and the moment the three heroines were inside, there were half a dozen guns pointed at them.

"Shit..." Superia growled, putting her fists up.

Iron Crane stepped back, another throwing knife appearing in her hand.

"Everyone calm down," Mantis said, putting her hands up. "Mao, tell your men to put those things away."

Mao Lin sat behind his desk, a rotund man in sunglasses and maroon suit. He yelled a single word in Mandarin and his men all lowered their weapons.

Naomi looked to her left and saw two women, she assumed more strippers, sitting on a couch, their arms around each other as they shared a deep, passionate kiss, seemingly unaware of everything happening around them.

"What does my favorite bug want?" Mao Lin asked, looking at Mantis. "Did you bring me two new girls?" He asked, motioning to Superia and Iron Crane. "I'll take the white girl but that one can go back to Tokyotown. I don't want her," he pointed at Crane, who narrowed her eyes at him. "Bring me the big Samoan, or that one who can make fire and we'll talk. Hao Meng likes those two, don't you?"

The heroines turned to a large enforcer who stood by the door. He wore a basketball jersey and his arms were covered in tattoos. He seemed to eye the heroines up and down with a smirk and simply nodded.

Mantis helped herself to one of the two empty chairs on the other side of the triad boss's desk. "Careful, Mao. I can't stop my girls if they decide to take issue with how you talk about them." She then put her feet up and leaned back, stretching her long, lean, naked legs. "I just stopped by for a chat today."

Superia watched the two women, one of them undressing the other as they lay down on the couch. She then jabbed Crane with her elbow and pointed when she had her attention. "What the hell are they doing?"

Crane turned, looked and then looked at Superia. "Can you please focus?" she kept her voice to a whisper.

"Talk to me about the Torellos, Mao," Mantis told the crime boss.

Mao Lin spit and then leaned back. "Fuck those Scorsese wannabes! My people set up a deal with some Torello thugs and then my men end up dead? We're at war now." 

"What happened?"

"We had a deal worked out, then the deal went south and the Torellos turned on my people. We lost some men. They had some assassin, a woman. One of my guys who survived saw her fleeing after it went down."

Mantis raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, chief," Superia said. Every eye in the room turned on her. "What's with these two?" she asked, pointing to the strippers. "We barge in here and they don't even flinch."

Mao Lin smiled and went into his desk before taking out a plastic bag with a handful of small, pink tabs. "New drug. We're calling it 'Bliss'. It supercharges the libido."

"Huh..." Superia said, a smirk on her face.

"We were gonna supply the Torellos with some so they could sell in their turf, then the deal went sideways," Mao Lin explained. "Their hitter attacked our men before the Torellos even got there, then of course the bastards deny it."

"Who were you meeting?" Mantis asked.

"Vic Mason," Mao Lin said. "There's a hit on him and every other Torello prick now."

"That's all I needed. Thanks, Mao," Mantis said before jumping up. "Come on, girls."

"Take a sample," Mao Lin said to Mantis, holding up the Bliss.

"Maybe some other time," she said, waving as she walked out with Crane right behind her.

Superia waited until they were gone and then turned to Mao. "Give me that," she held out her hand.

Mao Lin grinned and tossed her the Bliss, which she promptly stuffed in her boot before leaving.

***

"Something wasn't right about that story," Crane said once they were back in the alley.

"You're right," Mantis confirmed. "But I don't think Mao was lying. He's got no reason to."

"So what, then?" Crane asked, glancing at Superia briefly when she caught up to them.

"He said the Torello hitter was a woman, but the Torellos don't have any women enforcers."

"Maybe they're being more inclusive..." Superia shrugged.

Crane ignored her. "Should we be looking into this new drug, too? With Sugar Town being right next to Tokyotown, I want to stop it before it gets to my territory..."

"One thing at a time," Mantis said quickly. "We have to find Victor Mason, and I have an idea as to where he is. Come on."

***

"Hey, where did this stuff even come from?" Han asked while lighting his cigarette?

His partner, Yang, looked up from his crossword. "What?"

Han took a drag of his cigarette and pointed to the bags being loaded into their car by some low-level 14K goons. "Boss Mao's got us running this stuff all over Sugar Town, but where do the bosses get it from?"

"Who cares?" Yang said, going back to his puzzle. "It makes us money."

"You're all set," one of the men doing the loading said before closing the trunk.

Han and Yang climbed in, with the former getting in the driver's seat and taking off from the warehouse.

"I gave some to a girl the other day, and I took some myself. We went for 5 whole hours," Yang bragged.

"You're lying," Han told him as he glided through Sugar Town's early afternoon traffic.

"Try some. You'll see," Yang told him.

Han turned to say something and then yelled in surprise when a truck barreled down a side street and slammed into them. There was crunch of metal and a shattering of glass. The car flipped and the two gangsters were tossed around as it rolled. When it came to a stop, they were a mess of cuts and scrapes, hanging upside down still in their seatbelts. Yang was out cold and Han turned as he saw someone walking toward them.

From where he was, he could only see a pair of women's boots and a non-descript leather bag in one hand. The same bags of bliss that were being loaded into their car.

"The Torellos send their regards," the woman said before walking away.

III

A blacked out sedan crept through an industrial area about 10 miles away from Sugar Town, coming to a step at the edge of a small crowd of people cheering loudly. The door opened and Mantis climbed out of the driver's seat while Crane got out of the passenger's seat and Superia climbed out the back.

Some eyes in the crowd turned on them, but most stayed focused even as the three heroines pushed their way through.

"What is this?" Superia asked, raising her voice so they could hear her. Before she got an answer, they got to the front and Superia's face lit up at the sight of two men in the middle of a cage made of chain-link fence, blood on their knuckles and staining the floor as they traded blows.

"Holy shit, it's a cage fight!" Superia beamed.

"Ugh...distasteful..." Iron Crane scoffed. "They should not be wasting their martial skill for sport..."

Mantis smirked at the stark difference in reactions and then scanned the crowd, pausing when she thought she had something. "I found Mason," she announced before moving through the crowd.

On the other side of the crowed, close to the cage Victor Mason, a 30 year old street lieutenant for the Torello crime family, removed a cigar from the breast pocket of his cream colored suit and lit it as he watched the two fighters pummel each other. Next to him stood a tall, muscular man wearing a helmet with a reflective visor covering the eyes. He wore suit of body armor made of a dull, thin metal the shifted with his movements, and the man's lean muscle suggested he was someone who knew how to take care of himself.

"Hey, Mantis," Superia said, putting her hand on the woman's shoulder.

"What is it?"

"Can I jump in the ring real quick?"

Mantis turned to her. "What?"

"I wanna fight someone. Come on."

"We don't have time."

"Please?"

"No. Stay on mission."

"Oooh," Naomi smirked. "There's that assertiveness I saw last night."

Mantis glanced back at her again and smirked. "Come on, Naomi..."

Crane watched the exchange and simply rolled her eyes before she saw Mason and the man next to him. "Why is Bloodsport here?"

"The Torellos apparently brought him on as a hired gun."

"Umm, who are we talking about?" Superia asked.

"The man in the helmet," Iron Crane explained. "Andrei Ivanovich, aka Bloodsport, infamous underground mercenary. Ex-U.S. special forces, paid hatchetman for any criminal gang with enough money."

"...Can I fight him?" Superia asked.

Mantis ignored the question and continued on, at which point Bloodsport turned his gaze on the trio of heroines and then nudged Victor.

"Huh. Well I'll be damned," the Torello street boss laughed while taking a drag from his cigar.

"Victor," Mantis said when they were close. "A creature of habit, I see," she said, motioning to the fight, just as a fighter got clocked hard and hit the mat while the crowd erupted in a bloodthirsty cheer.

"What can I say, Bugs? I'm a sports fan," he looked her over, his lustful gaze lingering on her ample cleavage and all the skin her costume left exposed. He then looked past her at Iron Crane and Superia. "Ladies," Victor nodded. "You gonna introduce me to your friends?" he asked Mantis.

"Tell me about whatever it is that's going on between the Torellos and 14K first," Mantis told him.

"Oh, that," Victor said before taking another drag of his cigar. "If one of you can beat Bloodsport here in the ring I'll tell you whatever you wanna know."

Bloodsport simply turned his head and eyed the heroines from behind his visor.

"Let's dance, big boy," Superia grinned and cracked her knuckles.

Mantis held up a hand and stopped her. "I've got it," she said to Bloodsport as a bloody and unconscious fighter was being dragged out of the cage and the winner climbed out, also covered in blood. Bloodsport climbed in to the ring, and Mantis followed behind him, stretching her long limbs.

The two fighters went to opposite corners, and Superia climbed up onto the cage behind Mantis.

"You sure you don't want me to take this guy?" Superia asked.

"I've got it, Naomi. Relax."

"You sure you're not tired from last night?" Superia smirked.

Mantis looked back over her shoulder, smirked, and looked across the ring at her opponent. "I'm feeling just fine. Must be your infectious confidence."

"Is that what had you screaming 'oh god, oh god'? My confidence?"  

Mantis grabbed the cage where it met at a 90 degree angle and squatted before springing back up. "Oh, Naomi. Delphi said she was worried your mouth would get you in trouble, but it seems to me you know how to use it just fine."

Superia chuckled, her eyes glued to Mantis' ass in her costume. "Good luck out there," she said before climbing down and joining Iron Crane in the crowed.

The bell rang and the fighters left their corners.

"Hey," Superia said, arms folded while she watched the opening stages of the fight. "How come Mantis is buddy-buddy with all of these gangs?"

"When V'lirra, sorry, Star Woman, was still alive, Mantis was responsible for leading those of us who dealt with more street-level crime so Star Woman could deal with major threats. Mantis' approach, rather than constantly kicking in doors, was to know who the players are and remind them who we were from time to time. They keep their activities in the shadows and away from the citizens, and she won't storm their hideouts," Iron Crane explained while also watching the fight. "She maintains it now, and has in fact taken the role of de facto leader now that Star Woman is gone." 

"Doesn't sound like you're a fan..."

Iron Crane turned to Superia. "It does nothing for my neighborhood in Tokyotown. The Igarashi-kai only respects shows of strength, so I am left to deal with them myself."

"Iga-what...?"

"The Igarashi-kai. It's a Yakuza syndicate that controls Tokyotown."

"Oh, the guys with the cool tattoos. Gotcha. What about Delphi?"

"Anisa oversees our operations, but as she is not like us, she doesn't fight and is rarely in the field. She was a silent partner and financial backer at first, only taking an active role after Star Woman's death. She has different ideas for how we should carry on. You are new, so you haven't experienced it yet, but there is a reason you will rarely see Anisa and Mantis in the same room at the same time."

"Oh, so our moms fight? Yeah, I know all about that,"  Superia said, turning back to the fight. "You know, if you ever need help with your Yakuza guys, I don't live far from Tokyotown," she told her. "Just teach me how to do that shoulder pinch thing."

Crane turned and looked at Superia with surprise when she said that, suppressing a slight smile before going back to the fight.

In the cage, Mantis and Bloodsport exchanged blows. Mantis' quick, precise punches staggered Bloodsport, despite his protective gear, but so too did his heavy blows have their affect on his smaller, lighter opponent. Still, the scantily clad heroine danced around him, jabbing here and throwing hooks there, until she landed a decisive blow in Bloodsport's ribs that staggered him despite his body armor.

"Huh. Mantis is pretty good," Superior said. "She a boxer?"

"Yes," Iron Crane confirmed. "I guess you don't know since you're new, but we all spar regularly to learn each others strengths and weaknesses and learn disciplines we may not know about."

"You ever beat Mantis?" Superia asked her.

"Mantis has never beaten me."

"Oh, you mean like I did?"

Crane turned to the grinning Superia and narrowed her eyes. She then went back to the fight. "Lea, Bombshell, is the only one to have ever legitimately beaten me. And she only ever did it once. I made sure of that."

"Yeah, well, I'll be the second," Superia promised.

Iron Crane chuckled but didn't respond.

In the ring, when Mantis managed to stagger Bloodsport with another punch, she followed up with a kick to his ribs, but he caught the heroine's long leg under his arm and held it. He absorbed several punches to his helmet and put a hand on her plump ass as he hoisted her on his shoulder and then slammed her hard into the ring's surface.

Mantis grunted, her head bouncing off the ground as pain racked her body. Bloodsport then straddled her narrow waist, holding both of her wrists together above her head. He pulled at her bikini top with the index finger of his other hand as the crowd erupted in cheers around them.

"Looks like I got you this time," Bloodsport chuckled.

"Ugh, dammit Andrei..." Mantis groaned, her vision swimming.

"Come on, Ronnie. Don't tell me you don't miss this," he teased, brushing the tip of his finger on the flesh of her tits.

"I'm going in," Superia growled, climbing the cage only to fall when Mantis pulled her down by the back of her costume.

"Stay," she chastised.

Superia growled and started to say something, but looked over the heads of the crowd when she noticed a pair of black vans lurking at the edge of the area in a slow crawl.

"Come on and tell me about what's going on between the Torellos and 14K," Mantis said, grabbing Bloodsport's wrist.

"Since when do you turn down a bit of teasing, Veronica?" Bloodsport asked.

"Since I'm trying to stop a bloodbath," she told him. "Tell me what you know and then we can have our fun."

"Heh, I'm just the help on this one, baby. Vic or whoever else tells me whose skull to crack and I get to it. That's it," he told her. He then broke his wrist free, struck her with his fist, and ripped her bikini top off. The crowd of onlookers erupted at the sight of the pinned heroine's naked tits.

Mantis grunted in surprise at the blow but smiled at him with bloody teeth. "Same old Andrei," she ripped her pinned wrists free and managed to grab one of Bloodsport's arms and wrench it enough that he had to dismount her to stop the pain. She kept a hold of his arm and threw him down on the mat, putting a knee on his neck and twisting his arm.

"Agh!" Bloodsport groaned before laughing. "This getting you hot too, Ronnie?"

"A little bit," Mantis said, twisting his arm and drawing another grunt. Her nipples were rock hard. "We gonna give the people a show?"

"Oh yeah."

"What the fuck is going on?" Superia said, dividing her attention between the fight and the vans she noticed.

"Mantis and Bloodsport have some weird, longtime, sadomasochistic relationship. It's very strange," Crane answered her. "I thought this might happen. She needs to wrap this up so we can go."

"Something's not right here, Crane..." Superia said, ignoring the fight completely and fixating on the vans as they stopped and idled at the edge of the crowd.

"I know. She has him. She should just knock him out or snap his arm and finish this."

"No, not that. It's..." Before Superia could explain, the doors on the vans slid open and eight men poured out of each, submachine guns in hand. Shots rang out and the crowd devolved into chaos immediately.

"Shit!" Superia screamed, ducking down as the crowd surged around her and people tried to get away from the gunfire.

Iron Crane jumped at the sound of the gunfire, and saw Mantis and Bloodsport break contact with each other before she was nearly toppled by the crowd. She managed to stay on her feet, but in the surging tide of bodies, she had already lost sight of Superia and Victor Mason. She pushed against the people around her, trying to find a path out of the crowd as people screamed, pushed, and yelled to get away from the constant report of gunfire. She had a hard time telling what direction it was coming from, but when Crane looked up at the rooftops of the surrounding warehouses, she saw something that stood out.

A woman, tall and slim, standing on the edge of a rooftop, watching the entire scene. Instinct told Iron Crane then and there that she had a lot of answers to questions they had been asking, and so she moved in that direction.

When one man, a large burly man covered in tattoos, barreled through the crowd, Crane ran toward him, leapt at the last second, and used his broad shoulders as a springboard. She then ran across the crowd, using heads and shoulders as stepping stones, and made her way to the mystery woman, who never once moved from her spot.

***

"Who are you?" Iron Crane asked, eyeing the mystery woman after she leapt onto the rooftop. The woman wore an all-black catsuit that did little to hide her generous curves and had dark hair tied in a long ponytail.

"I am no one, Ms. Miyazawa," the woman spoke, folding her arms across her chest.

"This is your doing, isn't it?" Crane asked, motioning to the chaos below as gunshots continued ringing out.

"Just making things interesting. What do you plan on doing about it?"

"Making you talk!" Iron Crane promised as she charged. Her opponent slipped to the side of the flying kick and blocked several quick punches when Iron Crane spun on her heels to attack. The woman in black then turned another strike aside and swept her leg out, managing to knock Crane's legs out from under her. Iron Crane stumbled and fell, and before she could get up, the woman in black sat on her chest, pinning her arms to her sides with her thick thighs.

"So headstrong," she said. "I'll have to do something about that," She said before producing two tabs of bliss and forcing them into Crane's mouth.

***

"Agh...shit..." Superia complained as she pulled herself onto the roof. Her costume was tattered and ragged, having barely survived the crowd. She looked across the roof where she saw Iron Crane standing, staring at nothing. "Crane! What the hell are you doing up here?"

When Superia didn't get an answer, she walked toward her teammate and grabbed her shoulder. "Hey, you all right?"

Superia felt like her ribcage was going to collapse when Crane spun around and slammed an open palm into it, sending her flying back across the rooftop. She rolled to a stop, got to her knees and held the part of her body that took the hit. "Oooow....what the fu-" before she could even finish, Crane pulled her hair back and struck her at the base of her neck. Superia gasped as she lost all feeling in her body and collapsed onto the roof. She lay there, gasping for air as Crane rolled her over with her foot. The tall Asian heroine then stood over Superia's head, reached under her kimono to lower her panties, and smothered Superia's face with her dripping pussy.

Superia let out a muffled cry of surprise as Crane began grinding her hips and squeezing the sides of her head with her legs. Superia could only lay there, her limbs numb and refusing to move as Crane gasped and toyed with her clit while rubbing her crotch on Superia's face.

Crane's taste, the tight wetness of her pussy, flooded Superia's senses and the warm, smooth skin of her thighs did nothing but amplify the feeling. Crane reached down and grabbed the sides of her Superia's head, forcing her face in deeper, and Superia couldn't help herself. She stuck out her tongue and began tasting Crane, pushing her tongue in and lapping up the juices as she licked the walls. At the same time, Crane continued toying with her clit, continued squeezing Superia's head while gasping and pulling her hair. The top of her kimono slid down her narrow shoulders, exposing her tits to the summer afternoon air.

She let go of Superia's hair and cupped a tit while continuing to ride Superia's face. She continued using her other hand to toy with her clit, and that, combined with Superia making a feast of Crane's womanhood caused the busty Asian heroine to gasp as her juices flooded Superia's face, forcing the woman to gag. Crane stood up, rubbing her clit as she emptied her ejaculate onto Superia's face and chest, nearly drowning her.

When it was over, Iron Crane fell onto her ass and caught her breath. She then blinked and looked around. "Wha...where am I?" She looked over at Superia. "Naomi? Why are you laying there like that?"

"What?" Superia looked at her, coughing. "Was I that bad?"

Iron Crane blinked, not understanding the meaning, and then looked at her spread, naked legs, soaked in her own juices. Her pussy still dripped and she realized her top was down to her waist. "Oh...Oh no, what did I do?!"

Superia moved her head and looked at her hands. Feeling began coming back to her body and she wiggled her fingers. "Hey, Crane, who's making breakfast in the morning?"

"...What the hell did I do?" Crane asked herself repeatedly.

At some point, the gunshots had stopped and were replaced by police sirens.

***

The chaos had calmed down, and whoever hadn't fled was either talking to the place or being attended by paramedics.

Mantis was standing on the outskirts when Iron Crane walked up to her with Superia's arm draped over her shoulder. Mantis turned around and looked at the two of them.

"What happened to you two?"

"We snuck off to do the no-pants dance," Superia told her.

"What?" Mantis raised her eyebrow. "Look, tell me in the car. We need to go."

"Who shot this place up?" Superia asked.

"They were 14K hitters. Torello men in the crowd got some, others got away. The whole thing's a mess, but it's the cops' problem now. Let's go."

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