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Our Story So Far: A gang war between the 14K Triad and the Torello Family mafia is getting worse. A mysterious female assassin connected to it all got the better of Iron Crane, and used Bliss to make her turn on Superia. Now the heroines are basically back at square one.

Superia #2: Blissed Out pt. 2

by Sigma

IV

Back at the safehouse, Mantis sat on the table in the conference room, legs crossed and mask off. "Asa told me everything. She fought some strange woman in black who dosed her with this new drug called Bliss."

"What's it's do?" Delphi, whose face was on the giant screen on the wall, asked.

"It sends the libido into overdrive. It's behind this whole mess between the Torellos and 14K."

"Is Asa all right?"

"Physically," Mantis answered. "Superia found her when she was still dosed. Asa took her down and had her way with her..."

Delphi gasped. "Is Naomi all right?"

"She acts like nothing major happened. She was cracking jokes about it in the car. That girl is a strange one. I'm not worried about her."

"All right..." Delphi sighed. "What's next?"

"I'm going back to Mao Lin to get my hands on some of this Bliss, see if I can't work out where it comes from."

"You need backup? I don't want to send Naomi or Asa back out so soon," Delphi said. "I've got Lea handling another mission, but I think Cindy, Becky, and Korina are all free..." 

 "No, it's fine. Don't bother them with this. Bloodsport's coming with me,"

Delphi was silent for a second. "...I don't like it."

"Well, you don't need to, but that's what's happening," Mantis said before getting down from the table. "I'll update you when I have something."

As she started to leave the room, Delphi called after her. "Send Asa in, please."

"Yup..."

***

"Is she all right?" Alexis asked in a whisper, sitting next to Naomi on a couch in the safe house living room.

Naomi looked over at Iron Crane, who sat at the kitchen table, staring at the floor. "Maybe? Hey...Crane."

Asa lifted her head and looked in Naomi's direction.

"You good?"

"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't..."

"...Know what came over me. Yeah, I heard you the last million times. It's fine. You're fine. And, for what it's worth, that pussy..." Naomi said before doing a 'chef's kiss' gesture.

Asa simply went back to staring at the space on the floor. Alexis punched Naomi in her shoulder.

"What was that for?"

"What is wrong with you?" Alexis chastised her. "Can't you see what she did bothers her? Leave her alone."

Naomi rolled her eyes as Mantis walked in.

"Asa, Queen Delphi requests your presence," she said, pointing a thumb at the conference room.

Asa got up and walked toward the room with only a simple nod. Once she was gone, Mantis turned to Naomi. "You can head home for the night if you want. I've got some stuff to take care of," she said before walking to the front door after putting her mask back on.

"You don't want any backup?"

"I've got it already. Good work out there today," Mantis told her before leaving.

Naomi watched her leave, and just then it was only her and Alexis in the safe house.

"We heading back home?" Alexis asked.

"Not now. In case Riot's waiting, I don't feel like fighting her ass right now. They've got beds here, so we can stay."

"All right, that works," Alexis shrugged. She then watched Naomi go into her boot and take out a plastic bag with the tabs of Bliss she got from Mao Lin.  "What is that?" Alexis asked.

Naomi grinned. "How we're spending the next few hours."

***

"How are you, Asa?" Delphi asked once Asa took a seat at the table and turned to face her.

"I should resign from the team," Asa answered her.

"Why?"

"I attacked a teammate, unprovoked."

Delphi sighed. "Veronica told me what happened. It wasn't your fault."

"That woman got the better of me, and I nearly hurt Naomi. I shouldn't be here."

"Somehow, I think Naomi is fine, Asa. Stop beating yourself up. You always do this, take any setback or failure and act like your life is over."

Asa looked up at Delphi but didn't say anything.

"No one's leaving the team. We need to learn from this. Tell me about this woman you fought."

"She was about five-foot-seven, white. She was a good fighter, and she knew who I was."

"She used your name? Your real name?"

Asa nodded.

Delphi glanced away for a second as if in thought. "All right, your description of her tracks with what some 14K members have said, so she's our Torello hitter, I'm betting."

"Mantis said the Torellos don't have women hitters."

"I know, and she's right. I was going to say she might be a freelancer, but they already have Bloodsport. She's an outsider. There's a third party in play here. Someone who wants to make it look like the Torellos." Delphi concluded.

"What do we do?" Asa asked.

"I'm going to keep digging. You're going to go home and rest."

"I can't do that. Not with this woman out there, Anisa."

"Asa, you can't beat yourself up just because someone got the better of you. Remember that time Lea beat you in a friendly match and you were moping around for the next week?"

Iron Crane looked away, tense in her seat.

"You can't let a setback like that live in your head. Go home, make some tea, and just try to relax until you hear from me, okay?"

Asa nodded and got up to leave.

"One more thing. What do you think of Naomi?"

Asa paused and glanced at the door. "She's headstrong, and she likes to run her mouth...but...she seems reliable, resilient, and willing to learn."

Delphi nodded. "Good. That was mostly my take, too. We just need to curb her worst impulses and she'll be a good addition to the team."

"Those impulses might be something we can't get rid of..." Asa warned.

"Never say never. When I met you, you were ready to drown Tokyotown in the blood of every Yakuza you could find just to send a message," Delphi reminded her. "When was the last time you even drew your sword?"

Asa smiled slightly and started for the door.

"Rest and relaxation, Asa. Doctor's orders."

Asa reached the door, nodded, and then left.

Delphi leaned back in her seat and sighed. "...She's gonna go train her ass off...." she lamented.

***

"So you have no idea what this drug does, but you're gonna take it anyway?" Alexis asked, hands on her hips. She and Naomi were in one of the safe house dorm rooms. It was one of five relatively small rooms with two beds, a desk and table, and a closet.

"I know exactly what it does," Naomi said, holding up the tabs of Bliss she got from Mao Lin. "It made Crane horny in a way I didn't think someone like her could get. Sounds good to me."

"You are fucking crazy, girl."

Naomi grinned. "You got your phone?"

"Yeah, why?"

Naomi wiggled the Bliss in the air. "Let's drop these and put on a show for my livestream."

Alexis sighed and looked as though she was considering it. She then set her phone up on the desk so it had a clear view of the room. "Fuck it. Not like it'd be the first time you and I made out."

"Nothing will beat Halloween two years ago, though."

"Yeah, and you still haven't paid me back for ruining my costume," Alexis reminded her before taking one of the Bliss tabs when offered.

"What are you talking about? Yes the fuck I did!"

"Nuh uh!"

"I gave you fifty bucks!"

"That was for weed!"

Naomi started to respond and then paused. "Shit. Yeah, it was."

A silence fell over the room before the two of them looked at each other and burst into laughter. Alexis then tapped her phone's screen a few times and straightened it so it stood upright. "All right, we're live,"

Naomi smirked and put the Bliss tab on her tongue. "Bottoms up, sexy."

V

"Looks like Mao Lin's got an army," Bloodsport said, watching the 14K club from a rooftop across the street.

Mantis watched the scene through her binoculars. There were men on the roof, men at the door, men standing on the ends of the block, men in the alley leading to the back. They all had guns and passersby crossed the street to stay away from the building.

"Damn," Mantis cursed. "No way we can get to him, and those dealers we hit weren't of any use."

"Not totally," Bloodsport said. "We got a few samples, at least. Nothing else we can do here. Let's go back to mine and test this stuff out," he suggested, slapping the heroine on her shapely ass.

Mantis jumped at the hit and then turned to walk away. "You better have cleaned up."

"I got a maid service," he told her while following. "Twice a week for 100 bucks."

***

Night began settling over Delta City and the skylight to a rundown tenement somewhere in Sugar Town slid open. A lithe figure in black climbed through, closed the glass behind her, and then leapt down from the scaffolding and landed on the floor as light as a feather. She undid the long ponytail her hair was in, letting her dark hair fall to her shoulders, and then unzipped and cast aside the catsuit, revealing a curvy, athletic body as she walked through her hideout.

It was sparsely furnished, just a bed, a desk with a chair and a laptop sitting on top, and a mini fridge. The woman went to her mini fridge and opened it, eyeing several containers of leftover Chinese food when she heard a ping in her ear and pressed her finger to the small communications stud tucked inside.

"What?"

"What name are you going by? So I know who to address," a deep voice spoke.

"Call me La Femme on this one."

"Ah, that old alias. She wants to know how La Femme did today."

"It went well. 14K attacked a Torello fight club. I imagine the Torellos are gonna spill some more blood in retaliation," La Femme explained while grabbing some cold chicken and rice. "I fought one of the Aphrodites."

"Which?"

"The Japanese girl. Miyazawa."

"Hmm."

"I gave her the Bliss, but I didn't stick around long enough to see what happened after that."

"Don't be reckless," the man said.

"Never. How are you and the Biker trash getting along?"

"Say that to my face, bitch. You'll be picking up your fucking teeth," a woman's voice cut in.

"Oh, she's on the call too," La Femme chuckled.

"We are getting along fine," the man answered the question. "You are to await further orders while we monitor the situation from here."

"Right-o," La Femme saluted while flopping into her chair and waking her laptop. The call ended and she pressed a few keys on her keyboard to bring up a live feed.

"All right, so...me and my friend Lex just dropped this new drug called Bliss. It's supposed to make you horny," Naomi explained to the camera. She was in her bra and panties, and Alexis was in the background, having taken her shirt off. Her massive brown tits nearly spilled out of her bra.

"We dropped the tabs like 10 minutes ago, so it's only a matter of time before they kick in, so you lucky bastards out there are about to get a show."

Naomi heard a light gasp and turned around to see Alexis with her hand down the front of her pants. "Oh shit," Naomi laughed before walking over to her friend, her shapely ass wiggling in her thong as she walked.

La Femme put her food container down, leaned back, and spread her legs as she continued to watch.

***

The neon lights and the sounds of Tokyotown sounded outside the windows of Asa's loft, a space that had been converted into a traditional Japanese dojo, but she ignored all of that in favor of her strikes hitting a wooden training dummy. Her kimono hung on a dress form in the corner and she wore a simple gray sports bra and matching shorts. Her pale curves were soaked with sweat as she hit the dummy in several places with precise punches and kicks, imagining it as the woman in black. Her hair was tied back in a braid and her grunts of effort sounded through the room.

"Your mind is troubled, little bird," A raspy voice clawed at the edge of her mind.

Asa stopped and looked at the floor, balling her hand into a fist and refusing to look where she knew the voice to be coming from.

"I have seen the defeat and humiliation you suffered today. Try as you might, you cannot push it from your mind," the voice laughed.

"Leave me alone, Zankuro..."

"I cannot. Our souls are entwined. Our destinies are one. You will wield me again some day. I will once again drink the blood of men by your doing. You will feel my power coursing through your limbs once more. Deny me for too long, and I will drink the blood of those whores you associate with as well, starting with the one you call Delphi."

Asa stole a glance at the far wall, eyeing a katana mounted to a rack on the wall. It was in a glossy black sheath adorned with golden demon masks. Asa quickly looked away again, striking at the dummy harder now as the voice's laugh echoed in her head.

***

One of Naomi's hands gripped a fistful of Alexis' bare tit, and her other hand moved down her friend's side, caressing her naked thigh. Their lips were locked, their tongues entwined, and Alexis put an arm around Naomi's narrow waist and pulled hear close. Their hardened nipples touched and the women moaned as they continued kissing. The room was warm with their body heat and the two of them were completely lost in each other.

Alexis ran a hand down Naomi's tight tummy and slipped under the front of her panties, teasing the lips of her throbbing pussy with her fingertips before gently sliding in. Naomi gasped and returned the favor, navigating Alexis' generous curves to do the same to her. As she fingered her friend, the woman threw her head back with a gasp of pleasure, and Naomi leaned forward and began sucking one of her tits.

Alexis grabbed Naomi's hair, tugging at the light brown locks and shuddering when Naomi bit her nipple and pushed her fingers in deeper. As one, the two woman then fell onto the bed, with Naomi on top of Alexis and never once breaking contact.

Alexis drew short, rapid breaths. "Fuck. Fuuuck," she gasped as Naomi continued sucking and finger fucking. She the pulled Naomi's hair again, forcing her head up, and when they locked eyes, Alexis went back to kissing her friend. Her hand slid down Naomi's rib cage, to her back, and gripped as much of Naomi's ass as it could.

The two women were entwined in throes of the Bliss and lost in each other. Their soft moaning and cries of pleasure filled the air. Alexis bit back a cry of pleasure as Naomi played with her clit and pushed a second finger inside of her. She dug her nails into Naomi's ass, pulling her friend in even closer and making her go in deeper. She could feel herself coming closer to the brink as Naomi kissed her on the neck and chest, taking light bites of her skin and licking Alexis here and there.

She tried to fight the sensation back, but it was only a matter of time before she wouldn't have the willpower to do it anymore.

A cry slipped out, despite her best efforts, and Alexis knew she was on the verge of losing it.

***

La Femme cried out, slowing down the pumping of her now soaked fingers and breathed with a wide smile on her face. A moment later, Alexis cried out and her arm flopped to her side.

"Agh...shit girl..." she said to Naomi, who only sat up, chuckled, and put a hand on the side of her friend's face before going in to kiss her.

La Femme continued watching them and bit her lip, rubbing her still throbbing pussy. "Ugh...why the hell does Sloan wanna kill them?" she asked herself.

Just then, a message notification flashed on her laptop and she opened it and began reading her next set of instructions.

***

Asa drew in great breaths of air, a pool of sweat on the floor under her bare feet. The training dummy had several impact fractures in its wooden surface and Asa looked at her raw knuckles, flexing her hand open and close. She then looked at the sheathed sword on its rack and stared at it for several moments, expecting Zankuro's mocking tone, but nothing happened.

Asa then turned when she heard buzzing and walking to her vibrating cell phone. The screen read that she had a new message from "Anisa." She opened the message and saw an image of a familiar dark haired woman. There was a message.

I think I found her. Call me ASAP. -Delphi

Crane pressed the phone icon and put it on speaker.

"Asa," Delphi's voice came in over the speaker. "Is that her?"

"Yes."

"Oh, good! So, she apparently goes by La Femme. No one knows her real name or where she's from, but she pops up here and there and has been for the past six years. She apparently deals in high-profile assassinations and sabotage. This picture is the only one I could find."

"Where's it from?"

"It was taken in New York three years ago where she was suspected of killing a prominent mob boss and some of his lieutenants. Some heroes there almost cornered her, but she slipped away and never reemerged. But, Asa, get this, her killing the mob boss sparked a war between two families that caused destruction all over the city."

"She's doing the same thing here..."

"Exactly!"

"We need to find her."

"What do you think I've been doing this whole time? I have an idea of where she is. She has to be based somewhere in Sugar Town. All of the 14K interests she's been hitting have been relatively close to each other, so she's got to be centrally located. I'm sending you to an informant who may be able to help. His name is Larry Roach."

"...Sleazy Larry Roach?" Asa asked.

"You know him?"

"He frequents one of the massage parlors in Tokyotown."

"I won't ask," Delphi answered. "Anyway, he's pretty wired into the whole city's criminal underworld, so he may know where she's hunkered down. I'll send you his address."

"I know where to find him. I'm on my way."

"Wait," Asa said. "I can't reach Mantis. I'm going to call Naomi, since she's closest. Wait for her. 14K is out for blood and I'd feel more comfortable having someone watching your back."

"I'll be fine, Anisa," Asa told her as she walked to her kimono, threw it on, and put on her mask.

"Asa!" Delphi called after her before Iron Crane picked up her phone and ended the call. She then opened a window and leapt onto the ledge to leave.

"Do be safe out there, Little Bird. Dangerous actors lurk in every shadow."

Iron Crane glared at the sword before leaving the loft.

***

Naomi lay on the floor of the room and stared at the ceiling. She lifted a long, naked leg up and stared at her foot. "I should paint my toenails. What color to do think, Lex?"

Alexis sat at the table topless and with her phone. "Pink."

"Not on your fucking life," Naomi said before sitting up. "I can think about it while going to pick up more Bliss."

Alexis chuckled and turned to her friend. "You know, we could make a killing with that stuff at the club."

"Eh, being a drug dealer kinda goes against the whole superhero thing."

"So does kidnapping a bitch and keeping her hostage."

"Can't argue that," Naomi shrugged. "That stuff is fun though, isn't it?"

"Hell yeah. You can get more, right?"

"Shouldn't be a problem," Naomi told her. "Seriously, though, I don't want to start moving it. Those 14K guys don't look like they fuck around and they'd probably want a cut of the club."

"14K? That's who has this stuff?" Alexis asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh, shit, yeah. Those fools are vicious. You be careful, girl."

"We make any money on the stream?" Naomi asked, getting up.

"A little over a thousand," Alexis grinned and showed Naomi her phone.

Naomi smiled, wrapped her arms around Alexis' shoulders and kissed the top of her head. "Why don't we fuck more often?"

"Because you can't afford me."

Naomi laughed and pushed her friend and then they both turned when they heard a buzzing. Naomi turned to her pile of clothes and found her phone. "Whatup Del?" she asked after answering the call.

"You sound like you're in a good mood," Delphi said. "Where are you?"

"I'm still at the safehouse."

"Oh, by yourself?"

"Me and a big ol' delicious scoop of chocolate," Naomi grinned at Alexis, who just rolled her eyes and went back to toying with her phone.

"Oh. I hope you didn't eat too much. I think that ice cream belongs to Lea and she's very militant about her desserts."

"What?" Naomi asked.

"What?" Delphi replied, confused. "Look, I called because I need you to head to Sugar Town. I found our assassin and Asa ran off to follow a lead instead of waiting for backup."

"All right, I'm on my way," Naomi said while grabbing her costume and putting it on. "Where's Mantis?"

"No idea," Delphi said. "She's not answering. She'll pop back up. I'll text the address to you."

Naomi looked at her screen and nodded before she finished getting dressed. "Be there in a bit," she said before ending a call.

"Back to the office?" Alexis turned around and asked.

"Don't stay up too late, and you better not have any boys over," Naomi told her. "Mommy loves you, honey," she kissed Alexis on the forehead again and ran out

***

Elsewhere in the city, Veronica Chamber's squeals bounced off the walls of Andrei Ivanovich's apartment as he gripped her hips and rammed his cock between her ass cheeks. She gripped the pillows on the bed, burying her face in them as he continued thrusting.

Their Mantis and Bloodsport costumes were scattered throughout the bedroom, and the ceiling fan spinning overhead did little to dispel the warmth in the room. Sweat dripped from Veronica's swinging tits and rolled down Andrei's forehead as he grunted, thrust, and gripped his lover's hips. He grabbed her dark hair, pulling her head back, and pushed himself in deeper. With one hard, forceful push, she screamed out, but that was quickly muffled when Andrei pushed her face into the bed and rose on his knees slightly as he kept thrusting.

He then pulled himself out, gripped her waist, and flipped her onto her back to bury himself between her spread legs. Veronica looked him in the eye, smiling, as her massive tits bounced up and down with his thrusting. The Bliss they had taken had long worked its magic, and the two of them were well in its grip throughout their entire session. Veronica could feel the sense of ecstasy welling up inside of her, and she wrapped her long legs around Andrei to make sure he wasn't going anywhere.

As Andrei continued thrusting in and out, his rough hands caressed the sides of her face, moving down her narrow shoulders and brushing the unblemished surface of her smooth skin. He panted and grunted, the feel of her wet tightness around his rock hard cock being the only feeling in the world.

He could feel himself coming close to the edge. He could feel himself about to burst. He looked Veronica in the eye as he took a few more long, deliberate strokes, and then pulled out and finished on her abs, tits, and face. His hot, sticky stream covering her as she lapped it up in a Bliss-fueled daze.

Andrei's shoulders then sagged as he exhaled, and Veronica dropped her legs, her juices dripping from her pussy just as they dripped from Andrei's now flaccid cock. The two lovers simply looked at each other and laughed. No words needed to be exchanged between them. They sat in silence. The only sounds were the ceiling fan and the city ambience leaking in through the windows.

And footsteps.

Both Andrei and Veronica turned to the door and saw shadows moving under it. They dove and rolled to the other side of the bed, away from the door, just as it was torn apart in a hail of bullets. The shooting lasted ten seconds, completely shredding the door before armed men stormed in. They spoke in Mandarin, and what sounded like commands quickly turned to shouts of surprise as the lovers sprang from their cover, their naked, athletic forms closing in on the armed attackers in the blink of an eye. Punches and kicks flew and bodies hit the walls and then the floor.

It was over in another ten seconds as Andrei and Veronica stood back to naked back and eyed the six armed hitmen unconscious on the floor around them.

"These assholes are 14K, aren't they...?" Andrei asked, his flaccid cock hanging between his legs.

"Yeah..." Veronica nodded. "We have to go. Your boss might be in danger."

"Shit!" Andrei said, scrambling for his costume.

"Heh, doesn't this remind you of that time at the bathhouse?"  Veronica asked.

Andrei already had his pants on and paused. "Oh, right, you and me, naked against a bunch of gangbangers trying to collect that bounty. Fun times," Andrei laughed.

Veronica chuckled and shook her head while collecting her costume.

VI

Club Paradise. It wasn't the most creative name for a strip club, but the naked neon woman gyrating about the club's front entrance confirmed that's what it was. Iron Crane stalked the area in front of the building, passersby giving the heroine a wide berth as she ignored them. She knew the place to be Sleazy Larry's haunt, a place he conducted business out of. He was definitely there.

She started for the front door, ready to fight her way past any goons who would deny her entry when she heard a motorcycle engine approach. She immediately went for one of the throwing knives in the binding around her waist when she saw someone familiar riding the machine as it pulled up to the curb.

"What are you doing here?" she asked Superia, walking up to her.

"Mama bear wants to make sure you aren't about to do anything stupid," Superia answered while climbing off the bike. "Or, at least, you have some help if you do."

"I told her I was fine."

"Yeah, well, maybe I need to keep you from falling in love while we're here," Superia said. "Why are we at another strip club?"

"We're looking for an information broker named Larry Roach. He operates out of this club."

"All right. Let's go see Larry," Superia said, starting for the club before Crane grabbed her arm. "What?"

"You aren't going to get distracted again, are you?"

"What are you...? Oh, you mean that redhead? Lighten up," Superia said.

"You need to learn to focus, Naomi."

"And you need to get laid, Asa," Superia fired back as they walked into the club. "Serious question. How long has it been for you?"

Asa paused and didn't answer.

"Not counting monsters, mutants, and our little tryst, earlier, I mean."

Iron Crane looked away, suppressing a gasp. "That isn't important."

"That long, eh? Shit, you're practically a virgin again," Superia teased, jabbing her in the rib with her elbow.

"It's been a while since I've cared about someone like that..."

"Oh, you're a romantic? Yeah, strangely enough I can see that...Nothing wrong with that," Superia said, patting her on the shoulder. "Maybe some more of that Bliss stuff will help. I took some."

"Wait," Iron Crane stopped her. "When?"

"Like an hour ago, me and Lex."

"Where did you get it?"

"I snuck some from our buddy Mao at the other club when you and Mantis weren't looking."

"You are unbelievable..." Crane groaned. "It didn't make you attack your friend?"

"Nope," Superia shook her head. "You reacted the way you did because of your mindset, I think."

"What are you talking about?"

"Gotta be in the right frame of mind when you take drugs, babe. You'll have a bad trip otherwise." 

"Let's just....come on," Crane moved on.

Superia jogged to catch up with her. "When's your birthday?"

"April 8th. Why?"

"I'm gonna at least make sure you've got a toy or two until you can find something with a pulse," Superia grinned.

Iron Crane looked away, seemingly embarrassed. "J...just stay on task."

"Is that what you would tell the last guy or girl?" Superia laughed and slapped her on the shoulder as they walked through the front of the club. Pounding music poured out of the speakers and filled the main area. The room was decently packed, with patrons glues to the various stages and dancers working the poles. While Superia watched the dancers, Crane scanned the room and then leaned in to her partner.

"We have the bouncers' attention. Don't do anything stupid. Come with me," she said before walking off.

Superia looked around and did a quick count of the bouncers. Eight that she could pick out, but none of them made any moves toward them as they moved through the club and up a flight of stairs to the building's second level. A large sign that said VIP pointed the way up, and when they reached the top, another bouncer waited for them.

"Want me to send him tumbling down the stairs?" Superia asked.

"No. We'll be fine," Crane told her just as a hundred dollar bill appeared in her hand. Without breaking her stride, she slipped it into the bouncer's palm and kept going.

"Oh, look at you, big spender."

"I live simply," Crane answered her.

"...You don't even have a TV do you?"

"I prefer to read or train."

Superia rolled her eyes and continued following her until the two of them reached a door at the back of the VIP area. Crane tried the knob and it turned and opened, allowing them in without issue. When they walked in, a short man in a pinstripe suit sat with his feet up on his desk and his eyes glued to a TV on his wall.

"Come on! Come ooon!!" He screamed. He only glanced at the women walking into the office and then went back to the TV.

Superia turned to the screen to see it was a boxing match, with two lean heavyweights trading blows. "Shit! The fight's tonight?! How's it going?"

"Evans is kicking McLeary's ass!" Sleazy Larry Roach groaned. "I'm out so much money if this keeps up."

"Evans is undefeated. What were you thinking?"

"I thought for sure McLeary would have it. Shows what I know," Larry said before picking up his remote and turning the TV off. He then put his feet down and leaned back in his seat. "Crane, my love! How's my favorite little ninja?" He then looked past her. "Who's your friend? I heard you girls were expanding the ranks."

"Name's Superia," she answered him.

"Oh, you're the one who trashed those bikers! Good fucking riddance. Some of those assholes came in here and ran off a few of my girls."

"How do you know about that?" Superia asked.

"Sister, there's very little that goes in Delta that Larry Roach doesn't know about."

"And that's why we're here, Larry," Crane cut in. "We're looking for a woman, an assassin who's in town. She goes by the name La Femme."

"Uh huh. The one who turned those New York crime families against each other. I know where to find her."

"Where?"

"No, no...that's not how this works. You know that," Larry smirked behind his close cut beard. "What'll you give me?"

Crane sighed and looked at Superia. "I can pay you."

Larry laughed. "Crane, I've got money. More than I know what to do with. Something else."

"What do you want?" she asked through clenched teeth.

Larry smirked. "Give me Delphi. Tell me who she really is. She's one of the few people in this city as good at collecting info as I am. I wanna know my rivals."

"I won't do that..."

"I had to try it," Larry said, holding up his hands. "I want to help you. You did get me out of that bind with the Igarashi-Kai, but nothing's free in this life sister."

"We could just beat it out of him," Superia shrugged.

"We aren't doing that," Crane quickly shot her down. "He's too valuable an asset."

"Besides, I have a dominatrix for that and she's the jealous type," Larry told them. "Tell you what. I'll tell you where to find your assassin if I can get a massage."

Superia and Iron Crane looked at each other and blinked in the confusion.

"That's all?" Crane asked.

"That's it. It has to be from you, though, Crane."

Iron Crane gasped at that and then averted her eyes. "I...fine..."

Superia chuckled and put a hand on her teammate's shoulder. "Go easy on him. Hey, Larry, you mind if I watch the fight while you're doing that?"

Larry tossed Superia his remote. "Go crazy." He then got up from his seat, standing at his towering height of Five-foot-five inches, and walked past the women. "Come on, Crane. I already have a room set up."

Iron Crane seethed as Larry walked away. When she turned to Superia, she was already in Larry's seat with her feet on the desk. "Come on, Evans! Kick his ass!" Superia screamed at the TV.

***

Larry led Crane to a small room with a massage table set up and several candles lining the room. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and put it on a chair. "Get those candles lit while I get ready, will ya?"

Iron Crane grumbled and found some matches. She began lighting the candles, taking several minutes because there were so many. When she finished, Larry stood stark naked near the door, his impressively sized cock swinging between his hairy legs as he walked past Crane.

"We're doing fully body today, babe," he said, slapping her on her shapely ass. She jumped and clenched her hand into a fist, but breathed. "Just do this, Asa...we need the info..." She whispered to herself. She then slipped off the top her kimono off so that it hung around her waist.

Larry looked her over and tapped his chin. He then reached up with his stubby fingers, grabbed Crane's sports bra, and pulled it down to her waist, causing the heroine to blush deeply and nearly scream. Her perky C-cups spilled out, much to her horror and Larry's delight.

"No need for modesty here, love," Larry laughed, slapping her tits before he climbed onto the bed and lay down face first.

Crane took several long minutes to calm herself down.

"I need this to be as good as anything I can get in Tokyotown. Okay?" Larry told her. 

Iron Crane said nothing, she simply grabbed the massage oil, slathered her hands, and rubbed them together before approaching Larry. Her hands hovered near the back of his neck at first, then she thought about the pressure points she could hit. Some would cripple him, others would outright kill him. Hell, from what little Crane knew about Superia, she might help her cover it up, but Sleazy Larry was one of the few allies Delphi had in the city's criminal underworld, and losing him would be a big blow, so Crane played nice and gently pressed her hands to Larry's back and began massaging him.

He groaned as she worked the muscles under his skin, kneading them and rubbing out tension with a firm, but gentle touch. As she worked, Iron Crane tried to put her thoughts elsewhere. Good tea, good books, calming, rainy weather. It was technique that often helped her mitigate pain after combat, and she was hoping it would help her ignore that fact that this disgusting man was taking advantage of her. She lost herself in thought, letting her hands do the work as she rubbed and massaged Larry's skin.

"Lower," he then muttered.

Crane paused, exhaled, and moved her hands down his legs, applying the same pressure and keeping her thoughts separate. She focused on his thighs, and every time she did, he groaned and chuckled, saying vulgar things that she ignored immediately. The pleasant aroma from the candles made things somewhat less horrible, but Iron Crane still had to work to steel her thoughts.

"That's it baby..." Larry sighed after several minutes. Much to Crane's surprise, the man rolled over onto his back, and she gasped when she saw his cock standing at full attention. She carefully moved around it to put her hands to his chest and begin massaging that. She only worked for a few seconds when Larry grabbed her wrist.

"I think it'll be more effective if you sit on my waist."

Calming thoughts then turned back to murderous thoughts before she dismissed them. With a sigh, Iron Crane climbed on the table and straddled him to massage his chest, her bare tits hanging in his face as he stared her in the eyes. Larry put his arms behind his head, his rock hard cock poking crane in her perky ass as she worked. She ignored that too, wanting to finish with Larry so she could go take it all out on La Femme later.

She then froze when the door opened and turned around.

Superia poked her head in, paused, and a grin crossed her face. "Hey Larry, could I possibly trouble you for the code to your mini-fridge?"

"Yeah. 44392," Larry groaned.

"You're a sweetheart," Superia said. "You kids have fun," she said before closing the door.

Crane was going to take this out on La Femme so hard. Maybe Superia too, the next time they sparred.

She continued for several more minutes, despite Larry's groaning and leering at her body.

"You know. Maybe you need to quit this hero stuff and open your own parlor. You're a natural at this."

Larry groaned when Crane moved her hands down his sides and applied pressure to his ribcage. He then laughed when he realized what happened and Crane simply exhaled and went back to giving him a massage. A few more minutes passed and Larry's whole body shuddered as he groaned again. He then let out a deep, satisfied exhale and smiled at her. "All right. I'm good."

Crane quickly got off of him and pulled her bra and kimono back up. "Where's La Femme?"

"She buys a lot of food from a Chinese spot about 12 blocks away called Uncle Lee's Szechuan. They always deliver to an apartment building not far from there. 84 Banner Road. Number 7G."

"How do you know this?" Crane asked him.

"Uncle Lee and I both play poker with the slumlord who runs the place," Larry told her while getting up and putting his clothes back on.

Without another word, Crane turned to leave the room.

***

Back in Larry's office, Superia drank a can of soda, only looking away from the TV when the door opened and Crane and Larry walked back in.

"Let's go," Crane said before walking away.

Superia finished the soda, tossed the can, and then got up to follow.

"How'd the fight go?" Larry asked while buttoning his shirt.

"Fucking McLeary put Evans down in the 10th with a haymaker," Superia growled.

"Hell yes," Larry smiled.

Superia caught up to Crane as they walked out the club and to her motorcycle. "So you found out where La Femme is?"

"Yes. An apartment building a few blocks from here," she answered while starting to climb on the back of the bike.

"Whoa!" Superia stopped her, grabbing her arm.

"What?"

"Clean yourself off first."

"What do you mean?"

"You've got a stain on the back of your clothes," Superia pointed.

Iron Crane looked back as best she could but couldn't find anything. Superia took her hand and guided it to the site, and Crane reeled in horror when her fingertips dipped into a sizable splash of warm, sticky cum.

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