Real Life ((UnHolyPimpHand & princesssexci))

[princesssexci]

“You see, that right there is going to piss me off,”

Granted in the last what, 30 minutes she’d been with this dude it didn’t seem like anything made him happy. However, that gut wrenching feeling hit her stomach as she watched his hand turn the hose back on. No, no, no, noooo she’d answered him. Was she really that bad of a liar? Joey used to tell her that all the time which was one of the reasons she’d been put backstage of his little playing super hero.

She had a terrible poker face. She wasn’t even sure what her tell tell sign was.

“I told you not to lie to me, but you still decided to swear. It’s redundant to swear. You’re speaking to a detective. Better liars than you try to bullshit me all day, I’m not impressed with your evasive, teenaged bullshit.”

She watched with more fear in her eyes as the water ran before he aimed it again, she shrieked as she once again failed to block the spray. The water droplets slid down her form as she shook from the cold even more. She wanted to cry, she didn’t want to be here. This wasn’t her problem, why hadn’t she minded her own business.

“Lightning Bolt .” She whispered after his threat that she give two names. She hesitated because could she really give her brothers name? Snitches get stitches or something like that but the detective was lifting the hose again and she squealed and backed into a corner.”and and and Phantom....”

God it was such a stupid name. It was like if Danny Phantom was trying to make himself look cooler.

“Shadow.” She finished with a slight groan.” You asked me who they were, I did as you said.” She could see the frustration on his face and had a feeling it may not suffice. “C’mon you must’ve ....from being such a great detective have heard the saying snitches get stitches right? So gangstah....” the way she said it was almost forced ghetto.

“Besides it’s...” She was probably going to regret this as she trembled from fear and cold, Hell Kerry was probably going to die of pneumonia. “It’s against the ‘super hero’ rules to tell a heroes alias. If you were under cover and the criminals captured your partner wouldn’t you be pissed if they gave you up?”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

For a long moment there was a tense and intimidating silence, broken only by the dripping of the hose nozzle in Olsen’s hand. After what must have felt like a brutally long silence, Olsen dropped the hose and doubled over laughing loud enough for it to echo in the dimly lit processing cell. Then, all at once, Detective Olsen dropped the hose and exploded with uproarious laughter, doubling over with the sheer intensity of it, his shoulders shaking.

“Super hero rules!” he managed to shout in between wracking fits of laughter, reeling back on his heels and trying to gasp for more breath before succumbing to another laughing fit, “snitches get stitches! Baaaaaahhh ha ha ha!!!”

There were genuine tears dripping off of his chin as Olsen continued to mock her breathlessly. Her little martyr routine was the funniest thing he’d ever seen or heard. Maybe he’d underestimated her. Maybe playing along was the better tactic.

Olsen was still laughing as he knocked on the slot where he’d passed Kerry’s clothes out, the slot slid open and a folded, white towel was brought through. He used the towel first to wipe the tears from his eyes before tossing it over to Kerry. An orange jumpsuit and a pair of Crocs followed the towel which Olsen set on the metal shelf where she’d left her clothes.

“Alright, triple OG. I won’t hang no snitch jacket on you, since you’re so ride or die,” Olsen’s voice was higher than usual as he was still recovering his breath, “but what you need to know is, those guys that Lightning Bolt and the Phantom Thread beat up in the park—they’re associates of one of my Criminal Informants—a snitch, as you like to say. He gives me information and in return, I protect him. If, you should ever decide that you’re willing to compromise your ironclad code of silence, I could help your mysterious heroes to make a real difference—not just busting up street-level dealers. In return, I’d just humbly request that they stay off the backs of my people who I’m supposed to be looking out for.

“I’ve decided I like you, OG. You’re hilarious. It’d be a shame to lock up all that sexy and all that funny with those fat bull-dykes in County—but if we can’t reach a deal, I’m afraid some three-hundred-pound old lady will be using your face as an orgasm saddle.

“I’ll give you a minute to get dressed, think about things… then I’ll meet you in Interrogation Room B,” Olsen knocked on the door again and the heavy lock could be heard slamming into the door, the hinges creaked as it slid open, “how do you take your coffee? Lots of cream, lots of sugar?”

Olsen was still chuckling and shaking his head as he left Kerry alone in the processing cell. Another officer would escort her to Interrogation Room B. He checked in with the booking officer.

“I may have been wrong, I guess she really doesn’t know anything. I’m going to take one more pass at her in Room B and then I’m going to cut her loose. No need for paperwork.”

“Well, someone who says he’s her brother has been asking about a Kerry Cadence—you never did mention her name…” the booking officer answered back from her desk, “is that who you’ve got back there?”

“Is the brother still here?”

“Yes, he’s in the lobby waiting for an update.”

“Tell him she’ll be out soon,” Olsen requested, taking a longer route to his desk to get a good look at this brother. He did look to be in pretty good shape which reinforced Olsen’s suspicion.

Olsen opened the top door of his desk where he kept several burner phones. One of them was red—absolutely perfect. He took a moment to activate the red, flip phone and scribbled the number into his Roladex under “OG x3”. He filled two cups with hot coffee from the pot that stayed running around the clock in the downtown police station and loaded one of them up with four creamers and eight packets of sugar before taking everything with him into Interrogation Room B.

There was steam rising off of both cups as Olsen sat down across from Kerry, taking a sip of his black coffee before offering her the other cup. He began to slide it toward her but stopped short.

“Can I count on you? You can keep their identities secret, but I’m activating you as a CI. I’m going to give you a phone,” Olsen placed the red burner next to the steaming cup, “any time I call this number, I expect to get you or the fucking X Men—or whatever. You take down targets that I give you and no one else. Is that understood?”

He slid the phone and the coffee half way across the table.

“No one else. Promise me.”

 

[princesssexci]

She waited in anxious silence for the detectives reaction which seemed way longer than she thought even though it actually only took a short time for it to register everything she said. The clang of the hose made her flinch then frown as the detective burst out into enormous laughter. Kerry opened her eyes that she wasn’t even aware she closed. He was.....laughing at her?

Had she said the ‘snitches get stitches’ wrong? Granted she’d come from the most surburban neighborhood so it probably didn’t even sound right when she said it. She almost felt like showing off her nerdiness was a bad idea. Though at least the detective—-Detective Olsen wasn’t spraying her down like a wet dog anymore. She watched as he knocked on the area where she’d put her clothes and her heart filled with dread at the sight of an orange jump suit and towel.

Her brother was becoming more trouble than what he was worth.

“I’ve decided I like you, OG. You’re hilarious. It’d be a shame to lock up all that sexy and all that funny with those fat bull-dykes in County—but if we can’t reach a deal, I’m afraid some three-hundred-pound old lady will be using your face as an orgasm saddle. I’ll give you a minute to get dressed, think about things… then I’ll meet you in Interrogation Room B,”

Kerry couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic with her or not sarcastic. Especially since he’d already mocked her part time hobbies but he was cute, realllly cute and she was a sucker for a man in uniform...with tats. And finally, why did he keep calling her OG? Did that mean.... eh, she’d look it up on google later. If she had a chance to look it up on google.

“how do you take your coffee? Lots of cream, lots of sugar?”

“Uh yes, please.” She flashed him a small smile. When he left she dried herself off and begrudgingly put the orange jump suit on and made her way to interrogation room b. She took a seat and only a few minutes later did Detective Olsen come back with a red cell phone and coffee.

“Can I count on you? You can keep their identities secret, but I’m activating you as a CI. I’m going to give you a phone,”

When he set the coffee on the table then the red phone next to it. She frowned, still slightly confused.

“any time I call this number, I expect to get you or the fucking X Men—or whatever. You take down targets that I give you and no one else. Is that understood?”

She watched as he slowly slid the phone and coffee closer to her. This was her chance wasn’t it? To be apart of something, her brother didn’t think it was safe for her to be his sidekick but let’s be real, he probably just wanted to see Stormy in a tight leather catsuit.

“Yes.”

She reached for the coffee first because priorities, took a sip and then grabbed the phone.

“No one else, I promise.”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Good, then I guess you’ll get to go home tonight—or, I guess I should say, this morning. That just leaves one question unanswered,” Detective Olsen smiled, standing up to go to the corner of the room where he reached up to unplug the security camera mounted on the wall, “that is, can I trust you? You haven’t exactly been cooperative so far.”

After unplugging the camera he moved back over to where Kerry was sitting, standing over her on her side of the metal table. From this vantage, the swollen bulge of his huge, hardening member was right in line with her face. He reached down, gently brushing a damp lock of brunette hair back from her face, his fingertips affectionately following her jawline.

With his other hand, Detective Olsen was already beginning to unbuckle his belt. He was dressed in a button-up shirt and tailored slacks. He set his detective’s shield on the table when his belt fell open.

“What could you do to show me that I can trust you?” Olsen lifted Kerry’s chin so that he could look her in the eye, “like a handshake, but more serious. Can you think of anything?”

Olsen’s caress moved back up the side of Kerry’s face, his fingertips combing along her scalp, gathering her wet hair between his fingers.

“Anything you could do to earn my trust.” the innuendo was anything but vague.

*-*-*

“Get over here and suck my dick, bitch!” Cid called over at Kairi, flopping back onto the plush leather couch, “it’s been a hell of a night.”

“Who the fuck said you get topped off first? I’ve been running around all morning trying to clean up your fucking mess!” Ronnie countered, getting up from the leather recliner he was in and going toward Kairi in an attempt to reach her first, “I get dome first.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” Cid countered back, standing up to join the race to Kairi’s mouth, “I got kicked in the motherfucking chest!”

“Hey, well I got shocked by electricity!”

“All of you assholes—SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Kel finally erupted, sitting on the edge of the dinner table in a silk robe, “Ronnie, you couldn’t find who I told you to, so you’re at the back of the line. Cid, get your cock sucked and shut your mouth—I’m not exactly thrilled that you got your fucking ass handed to you by a comic store dweeb, but if I hear you assholes bragging about it for one more second, I’m going to just start shooting and hire these fucking clowns to be my crew.”

Kelvin didn’t realize how ironic that threat was, given what Olsen had decided to do.

“Cid, what can you tell me about these fucking Avengers or whatever?”

“Well the dude—he was fucking huge! Built like a shit-brick house—ohh fuck, yeah that’s good,” Cid’s description was interrupted by his pleasure at having his cock sucked, “and the bitch was fucking hot! Like runway model hot. Even with the mask and everything—”

“Focus up, Cid. Were they black, white, Mexican, Chinese?”

“Black!” one of the others, who was nursing a nosebleed interjected.

“No! They were wearing black…” Cid corrected his subordinate, “but they were most definitely white. Babygirl still had cakes though!”

A chuckling rumble of agreement went through the others who’d been rescued from the police station. Apparently, Lightning Bolt’s ass was the one detail they could all agree on.

“Olsen better have something for me,” Kel sighed, “you idiots are worthless.”

 

[princesssexci]

Kerry let out a sigh of relief as Detective Olsen said she could go home. Thank god she didn’t have to suffer in jail. Oh man, Joey was going to hear a mouthful whenever saw him next time. Her attention was brought back to the detective when he made mention of being able to trust her. He’d unplugged the security camera which had been on until now. That meant he was doing something that probably wasn’t Detective like, didn’t it? Or she could go?

Kerry’s heart thumped against her chest and she swallowed hard as he caressed her still damp hair then unbuckled his slacks and it didn’t go unnoticed that he had a bulge either. Yeah, definitely not detective like at all . But he was hot and she really wanted to be used for something; not taken for granted like with her brother.

“What could you do to show me that I can trust you?”

About a different billion thoughts went through her head about how wrong this was and how this was probably against some kind of conflict of interest or sexual harassment law or something.

He lifted her chin and she was almost trapped in his blue eyes. This really shouldn’t have been a hard decision to make and he was throwing so many hints that it wasn’t like she was that dense.

“like a handshake, but more serious. Can you think of anything?”

Not dense at all. She glanced towards where the security camera had been hoping there was no hidden camera anywhere. Because this wasn’t a question of did she understand his obvious hints, it was more a question of morality.

As he tried to clarify again; she’d already made up her mind. No cameras, no problem. Right? They were just building trust plus there was a darker side of her that relished in the idea that she’d been totally right, he was a dirty cop.

She reached towards his slacks and undid them pushing his slacks and boxers down. Wait, he said like a hand shake did that mean he wanted a hand job or blow job. She’d already gone this far though if he wanted more he’d probably make that known right?

Kerry spit on her hand then gripped around his cock and began to stroke....

~~
Kairi now dressed in her pink dress with holes scattered around her body walked over to Cid. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about this but she’d already upset her master earlier so it was not wise to upset him any further. She started to Cid in her mouth when one of the guys complained about being blown up.

She stopped and started towards the other guy then stopped again frowning because all the fighting was just confusing her even more than she typically was. Thankfully her man Kel (if he still didn’t realize he was her man) cut in stopping the fight.

“Ronnie, you couldn’t find who I told you to, so you’re at the back of the line. Cid, get your cock sucked and shut your mouth—I’m not exactly thrilled that you got your fucking ass handed to you by a comic store dweeb, but if I hear you assholes bragging about it for one more second, I’m going to just start shooting and hire these fucking clowns to be my crew.”

As Kel talked she took Cids cock in her mouth, head bobbing slowly back and forth with each moment passing she would take more.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Aww, a handjob—you’re adorable, you know that?” Olsen cooed down at Kerry, smiling genuinely at her innocent eyes, his hand cradling the back of her head, “but no, that’s not going to cut it. I’m a grown-up. Grown-ups get head.”

Gripping the back of Kerry’s head in one hand and the base of his cock in the other, Olsen stuffed his oversized cock past her supple lips and into the warm paradise of her mouth. Once he was inside, Olsen released his cock to grab the back of her head with both large, tattooed hands.

He started off gently, rocking her head back and forth on the length of his shaft until he felt the need to feel her using her tongue by itself. He grabbed two fistfuls of her damp hair near the scalp and pulled her face off his cock, sliding back up across her face and shoving her mouth against his balls.

“Use that tongue now, sweetheart. If you do a good job I might cave that pussy in the next time,” there would be a next time, Olsen resolved, this hot piece of ass was much too fine to just leave alone, “there you go, use that tongue. Don’t worry about drooling, I like it wet.”

When Olsen felt good about how wet her mouth was, he slid back into her mouth and pushed deeper, invading her tight, clenching little throat. The resistance of her unprepared throat excited him, so too did the hint of fear in her eyes when he gagged her—so he did it again. Again and again and again, throat fucking her tiny little face by her hair.

When he finally released her, he realized that he was getting close.

“Do you want it in your mouth or on your face?” Olsen asked with a smirk, jerking his cock, “I’ll let you choose.”

*-*-*

Cid started cumming after not very long, flooding Kairi’s mouth with no warning or remorse. He’d been pretty pent-up since getting his ass kicked by that latex slut in the park and he, like most of Kel’s crew, really really appreciated Kairi’s talents. His balls jerked and tugged as he dumped their contents into her mouth, throat and finally a few decent globs on her face before passing her off to Dion who was also eager for her attention.

Dion was more gentle, but no less ready. He’d been cuffed early and had to watch the whole situation unfold in front of him, helpless. He’d seen every kick, thrust and jiggle from that hot piece of ass—fuck he was hard!

“Here it comes!” Dion announced before pulling out and completely splattering Kairi’s face with his thick and abundant jizz, rope after rope, “fuuuuuck…”

“So that’s it? That’s all you’ve got for me, a tag and some costumes?”

“What do you expect from us? They were ready for us, we weren’t ready for them. We got set up—plain and simple,” Leon, the de facto leader of the street team chimed in, “what we need to be thinking about isn’t who was wearing those dumb costumes—we wouldn’t know them if we had their names. What we need to be asking is who put them up to it? Somebody is targeting us, just because they used some dweebs with a Power Ranger fetish and black belts, doesn’t mean this wasn’t a deliberate strike.”

“Now that’s something I hadn’t considered. You think it’s the Bodegas? They’re trying to take the park from us?”

“Makes more sense than shopping for fucking kryptonite.”

 

[princesssexci]

Well she’d been right in assuming that Detective Olsen was not looking for a handjob when he gently chastised her for even thinking a handjob was what he was actually looking for. He guided his bit cock to her mouth and she moaned as his pushed his way into her mouth.

This lasted for a few minutes, her bobbing her head on his length before he pulled out and directed her to use her tongue. She took her tongue and dragged it along the length of his cock moaning at how good he tasted. Kerry licked around him as he encouraged her and told her he didn’t mind if she drooled on him along with promises of next time. She wasn’t sure how true he was being but the idea that he’d want another go at her next time did motivate her just a tad bit more as her tongue rolled over to the head of his cock, flicking her tongue over that too as well as his balls then back up.

Eventually he pulled her back up and stuffed his cock down her throat deeper than he’d done earlier, harder than he had done earlier. Her eyes widened as she felt her throat tighten around his shaft. Was he going to literally choke her to death? She wasn’t a Virgin by any means but she couldn’t say she’d sucked a dick this big either. Kerry made choking sounds as he bobbed back and forth deeper and deeper down her throat.

When he pulled out to jerk his cock she gasped for a large intake of breath. Her throat felt raw. Kerry blinked a few times trying to focus, because she was horny as hell now and would probably be using her dildo later on that night. “My mouth.” She said hardly taking the time to think about it.

~ Kairi ~

Without warning at all Kairi felt the cum from Cid ooze on her face and moaned lustfully. It wasn’t as delicious or satisfying as Kels cum but it would suit her for now. Dion was next and was gentle about it but still it was a hurried result cumming all over her face again.

She hadn’t bothered to memorize any of these guys names though figuring none of them would be very important.

Kel did more blah blah blah talking. God sometimes it was a relief that he couldn’t read her mind because then he’d know that already she was tired of hearing about this latex slut and her dumb comic book obsessed boyfriend.

It was obvious that none of the crew knew anything nor really cared to find out. Instantly her thoughts were interrupted by yet another cock.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Good girl,” Olsen sighed, patting her head like a puppy before grasping the top of her head like a bowling ball, his thumb in the middle of her forehead, “say, ahhhhh…”

With his grip on her skull, Olsen turned and angled Kerry’s face until she was just right for where he was about to cum. He gave himself a few more good jerks before dumping a huge, thick load into the very back of Kerry’s throat, filling her mouth up in no time and continuing to cum until it was dribbling out around the corners of her mouth. Stress always made Olsen’s cum thicker than usual and it had been a very long, stressful day and this was this first nut he’d busted in five days.

“Not yet. Don’t swallow it yet. Show me, open wide, let me see how much there is—wow, that’s a lot. Move your tongue around in it, let me see that little pink tongue swim so I can see how thick it is—there you go, good girl. Now gargle. Blow bubbles in that cum, let me see it. That’s a good little bad girl. Keep going. Keep going…”

As Olsen watched the show he was making Kerry perform with his semen, he also spat into her mouth—aggressively and derisively. His spit mixed with his jizz inside her mouth.

“Now you can swallow. Good girl,” Olsen grinned, patting her head again and then fixing his slacks back up, “and now, I can trust you to go home. I’ve got to make a call to my superiors—start a file for you as my C.I. and everything, official and by the books. You keep that phone safe. I’ll be calling you soon. The booking officer will give your clothes and your… outfit back. Of course, we’ll be keeping the stun glove.”

With that, Olsen fixed up his belt and strode out of the interrogation room. This was actually better than what he’d first hoped. Rather than putting down the feral beasts, Olsen had put a leash on them. They were his vigilantes to do with as he pleased. Kel would be pleased.

Olsen made his way out to the back of the police station, lighting a smoke as he called the most important of his cherished criminal informants.

“Get ready to be happy boss,” Olsen smiled as Kel answered the phone.

*-*-*

“Look—it’s been three hours now, I want to see my sister!” Joey was rapidly losing his patience with this waiting room and the double talk of the booking officer who kept repeating that she ought to be booked any minute, “if they’re not booking her, they need to let her go. If they are booking her, she needs to meet with a lawyer.”

“Sir, please calm yourself. I’m being told that she was just released. She’s getting dressed and should be coming out any moment. Just calm down and have a seat.”

Joey had sent Stormy home several hours ago since she still had to work and would only get a few hours of sleep as it was. She was probably on her way to her job already, as the sky outside kept faltering into lighter shades of blue. The news that Kerry was being released came as a relief—but what had she done to buy her freedom? Why had they brought her all the way downtown to process and release her? There were still so many things that didn’t add up.

Joey was tapping his foot nervously as he waited to see his sister again.

 

[princesssexci]

Kerry opened her mouth wide at the direction of Detective Olsen moaning as he came inside her mouth, down her throat until some of it was spilling from the corners. He spit in her mouth and then made her swallow which was degrading and she should’ve been upset. After all he was an officer of the law and this was the last thing she thought would happen.

Especially when he’d put up such a fit about how if he wanted to fuck her he would’ve already done it and blah blah blah. Still, she wasn’t going to jail and he was keeping the stun gun which was fine. It wasn’t like she couldn’t make another one. It would just take awhile. Besides she’d never given head to an officer of the law before.

She did as he said rolling the cum around in her mouth, gurgling the cum in her mouth forming bubbles. God the stuff was so thick almost like gravy. His good little bad girl? Was that what she was? She supposed she was, somehow she’d managed to keep her brother safe and that was important while also finding a part for herself to play in this little game her brother decided he wanted to play.

If she had been his sidekick they probably wouldn’t have gotten caught to begin with but that was neither here nor there. Kerry was finally allowed to swallow the cum and

She made her way to the booking officer who handed her her clothes and the costume. She went into the women’s restroom and changed into what she was wearing before a pair of jeans and a Stranger Things t shirt that hugged her body then made her way into the lobby of the police department.

“Sir, please calm yourself. I’m being told that she was just released. She’s getting dressed and should be coming out any moment. Just calm down and have a seat.”

Kerry rolled her eyes.

“Yeah big bro, I’m fine. Relax.”

She noted that he was tapping his foot nervously, it was a tick he’d had ever since they were kids. “Let’s go. I’m hungry. I didn’t get to finish my dinner last night. Treat me to breakfast?”

~~

Stormy yawned as she sat behind the counter of the comic book store she worked at sipping on a 7 eleven cup of coffee. She’d only had four hours of sleep. Joey had told her to head to work and he’d text her when Kerry got out.

It was a shame her and Kerry never got along.

Even while putting together their costumes Kerry made a fuss about things. Stormy had also calmed down about missing out on sex with Joey because of the whole Kerry fiasco.

That was just part of her life. It was something she’d learned to accept and had to keep accepting every time it happened. Besides it wasn’t like they didn’t always have sex it just wasn’t a common occurrence where she’d have to fake being sick or have a “headache” because she wasn’t in the mood.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Joey. It was quick, succinct and to the point that Kerry was out of jail.

It was slow because it was still early so she walked over to the T section of the comics and grabbed a Teen Titans comic book and began flipping through it. Hopefully today would be better than last night had ended.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Oh thank you, merciful God!” Joey sighed as he saw Kerry emerge from behind the reinforced metal door, “I was so worried about you, Kerry. Are you alright?”

Joey embraced her as soon as she was clear of the doors, holding her smaller body tight against his—damned if her boobs didn’t seem to get bigger every time he hugged her. Her shirt and her jeans were hugging her too—fuck! Why was he thinking like this? She was his sister.

“Of course I’ll treat you to some Waffle House. I’m so sorry that this happened to you, Sis. I really am,” Joey kept his arm draped around Kerry’s shoulders, leading her out to his car, “you should have just waited! I was going to go over to your place first thing… I’m really sorry that I didn’t check in sooner.”

Joey opened Kerry’s door for her, fluctuating between profuse apologies and backhanded remarks laying blame on her. It was evidence of an internal struggle between the older brother who wanted to reassure and comfort her and the dark, brooding hero worried over the sanctity of his most cherished secret. He closed the door behind her and made his way into the driver’s seat, eager to be far away from Police Headquarters.

“I don’t want you to think that I don’t trust you, because I do—but I need to know everything you told them. Did you sell me out? Stormy? And what the hell is that you’re carrying? I know it can’t be a costume because I made you promise not to get involved in this.”

Joey drove as fast as he could, while strictly adhering to posted speed limits. The last thing either of them needed was more contact with police. When they arrived at the Waffle House where they used to love going as kids, Joey put the car in park and turned to Kerry in earnest.

“I love you so much, Sis. I didn’t want you involved because I didn’t want to put you in danger. I guess that’s a lost cause now, huh?”

*-*-*

“So, stop bullshitting and tell me. Who am I looking for?” Kel was ready to be happy, as Olsen had instructed, but he certainly wasn’t there yet. It had been a long night.

“Well, the little teenie bopper was tougher than she looked. Only names I got were… um, Phantom Shadow and Lightning bolt.”

“That doesn’t sound like good news to me.”

“Lucky for you, I know how to work all different types. I sold the little bitch on a Commissioner Gordon fantasy and—”

“Am I supposed to know who the fuck that it?”

“He’s the cop from Batman.”

“That helps us how?”

“Just listen! I gave her a burner—a ‘Red Phone’ if you will. I told her that from now on, her little hero friends only target operations that I feed her.”

“So what? She’s your girlfriend now? Who’s living the fantasy now?”

“Think about it. What’s better than putting down a mad dog? Putting a leash on it and making it your mad dog. From now on, Whatever Shadow and Lightning Slut are your personal hit squad. You send them out to knock around the competition—other crews moving on your turf, whatever! If they succeed, your life is improved—if they fail, your problem is solved. It’s a win-win! Best case scenario, word gets out that you’ve got straight-up comic book heroes fighting your battles for you. Nobody wants those kind of problems coming down on their head.”

“Least of all me.”

“I’m telling you, this is a good thing. I’ll text you the number so you can call her whenever you want.”

“Alright. I’ll feel it out. But if I decide I don’t like this Missionary Gorgon plan, I still expect you to find who I’m looking for.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s the brother of the girl I picked up. Her name is Kerry Cadence, brother Joseph. Let’s just play along a little bit. See if these geese can lay golden eggs—if not, Foix Gras is back on the menu.”

 

[princesssexci]

As soon as she stepped out of the metal doors, her brother practically tackled her with a hug. It almost felt like he was hugging her just a little longer than usual. But it could’ve been her imagination. She did just finish having sex after all so pretty much anything could spike her hormones right now. “Of course I’m alright....now. I’m just a bit in a state of shock is all.” As they left the police department, Kerry tried to catch it glimpse of Detective Olsen but didn’t see him. It was okay though because now she was one of them, kind of important...

Of course I’ll treat you to some Waffle House. I’m so sorry that this happened to you, Sis. I really am,”

and then her went into the usual brotherly nagging. That was the guy she was waiting for him to turn into. ‘It’s too dangerous, you’re too young, I can’t have you be my sidekick what if someone catches you.’

“I don’t want you to think that I don’t trust you, because I do—but I need to know everything you told them. Did you sell me out? Stormy? And what the hell is that you’re carrying? I know it can’t be a costume because I made you promise not to get involved in this.”


“Of course I didn’t sell you out. What kind of sister do you think I am?”

Shit she’d forgotten about the costume in her hand. “It’s for naughty times with my next boy toy, since you won’t let me play with you and Stormy, maybe someone else will.”

Maybe that was too much information. Kerry simply rolled her eyes and stared out the window mentally blocking him out nodding at the right time and then apologizing when needed until they got to Waffle House which was good because she was starving.

“I love you so much, Sis. I didn’t want you involved because I didn’t want to put you in danger. I guess that’s a lost cause now, huh?”

She gave him a small smile and playfully punched his arm. “You worry too much, now I know where I get it from...” she teased not really answering his question as she picked up the menu,”I’m getting a craving for French toast, maybe? Oh! Or Belgium waffles. Orrrr maybe I’ll just pick off of your plate.”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“I guess you ought to order for the both of us then,” Joey smiled, folding his menu and pushing it away playfully, “just make sure a coffee comes with whatever we’re sharing.”

It was almost ironic that a punch to the arm could be such a welcome relief. Joey had been on edge since she said the bit about a “boy toy” and referenced “letting [her] play” with him and Stormy—what that would entail exactly. What she would be doing with this boy toy… What they’d be doing together…

Joey was greatly relieved to see that Kerry was still his kid sister, who picked off his plate and started the new comics before he was even finished with them—the same precocious, bright eyed, optimistic nerd who he’d known his whole life. He didn’t know what she’d told the police, but he believed that she hadn’t given them away. She could wrap anyone around her finger, just like when she was younger—still too clever for her own good as dad used to say.

“It’s too late in the day to go to sleep now,” Joey sighed as the coffee arrived, “want to go see if the new Guardians books have arrived at the shop? Eat way too much gum, just like the old days?”

Just then, her phone rang—but it wasn’t her phone. Kerry always had some poppy—top 40 or K-Pop song as her ringtone, this was just a lame, MiDi, factory setting ringtone.

“Sis, do you have two phones?”

*-*-*

By now Kairi was in the shower and the crew had all left, for the first time, Kelvin felt at ease enough to get some sleep. His crew was out of jail, nobody had flipped and Olsen had proven himself useful in a crisis—at least as useful as he found this “Commissioner Gordon” plan to be.

He looked at the number Olsen had given him, also pondering what Leon had said. Whether the Bodegas knew anything about this strike or not, they stood to gain from him being pushed off the park. If he could push back anonymously—maybe he could even subcontract the work and have his enemy pay him to solve his own problem.

Kel dialed the number on his own new burner, since the gang cycled phones any time any one of them was locked up. He waited for it to be answered.

“Hi, this is Detective Olsen’s friend, the one who’s cover your friends almost blew with their little stunt. Anyway, if you’re so eager to fight crime and so forth, I can tell you where there’s a whole drug processing operation—way bigger than some kids dealing dimes in the park. Can you get in contact with your friends about this?”

 

[princesssexci]

I guess you ought to order for the both of us then,”

Kerry laughed and shook her head. Of course this was kind of like their family tradition. They always shared their food. “Okie doke!” She said brightly as she scanned through the menu. She hadn’t even realized she had her second phone out and handy, clutching it like treasure she didn’t want stolen.

“How about coffee, of course. Hash browns and a loooooot of pancakes! I’m starved it takes a lot of energy being locked—“

The other phone rang and Joeys attention was averted to her new phone which made her realize she still had it out and it came inconveniently while he was mentioning going to the comic shop.

“The guy I’m dealing with....is...” she was so close to telling him that she could him inside information but her police man would find out wouldn’t he and she’d be back to being the costume maker and nothing more.”married. Don’t look at me like that! You live your life I live mine.”

The phone did a weird beep indicating she had a voice mail. They both eyed each other and before he could decide to do anything she grabbed it and stuffed it in her purse.

It was just then that the waitress came to take their order. The police phone started ringing again, Kerry but her lip before jumping up. “I’ll be right back you can order the rest for us. I trust you.”

Jeez this keeping things from your brother was hard work. Once outside, she answered and heard an unfamiliar voice on the phone.

“Hi, this is Detective Olsen’s friend, the one who’s cover your friends almost blew with their little stunt. Anyway, if you’re so eager to fight crime and so forth, I can tell you where there’s a whole drug processing operation—way bigger than some kids dealing dimes in the park. Can you get in contact with your friends about this?”

Her eyes widened at this news. She wasn’t expecting something so quickly. “Yes! I mean...” she cleared her throat and tried to remain cool,”yeah I’ll see if I can get in touch with them and sorry Lightning Bolt and Phantom Shadow get a bit overzealous at times.”

Once she was finished with the call she went back inside where her brother was waiting and since the waitress wasn’t there, she assumed he’d ordered there food. “So I got an inside scoop but I can’t tell you from who or where I got it or we won’t get anymore info okay? Just trust me.

Kerry pauses for dramatic effect,”Do you think Lightning Bolt and Phantom Shadow will be at....” and then she went into the whole spiel the mysterious stranger had given her.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Joey furrowed his brow at Kerry’s excuse for the phone—the notion that some married man was fucking his kid sister didn’t do much to assuage his concern over her second cell phone. Was she really that type of girl? He still saw her as the little kid who always picked off his plate and dog-eared the pages of his comics—not some… latex-wearing home-wrecker who ran around fellating married men while their wives thought they were at work.

It hurt Joey to even think of her that way.

But he didn’t say anything, not now. What could he say anyway? It wasn’t like he could discipline her, he never had been able to. Since their parents died, Joey was more like a best friend than anything approaching a father-figure. He couldn’t make her stop doing whatever it was she was doing—even if he could bring himself to try. Which he couldn’t.

When she left the table, Joey sighed. It felt like the little girl he’d always known her as was evaporating before his very eyes and he wasn’t sure how he felt about the woman that was surfacing in her place. He ordered a few more things that he remembered her saying she wanted before handing over the menus to the waitress and letting her go about her business.

When Kerry returned, it was like everything was back to normal again—her eyes bright and full of delightful mischief. She had a lead for the Shadow and the Bolt—but she couldn’t give any specifics regarding how or from whom she’d gathered this intelligence, which didn’t sit well with Joey. This was the kind of thing that always led to the hero charging into a trap in the comic books.

“A bodega?” Joey asked cynically, leaning back as their food arrived, “I mean… if your information is credible, of course this would be a big bust for… our friends—but if you’re wrong, the optics are terrible! The last thing we want is to get a reputation for targeting marginalized populations or minorities.”

Heroes couldn’t be racist. This was a well-established fact.

“Let’s finish up here and go over to the comic shop. We’ll see what Stormy thinks about all of this.”

*-*-*

When Joey and Kerry arrived at Impact Comics & More, Joey was uncomfortably stuffed. As ever, Kerry’s eyes were bigger than her stomach and he’d overdone it trying to finish what she couldn’t. Nonetheless, he was very glad to see Stormy again—perhaps it was the lack of sleep, but he’d missed her a lot. As the small bell chimed over the door, Joey went straight to the counter, leaning across to give Stormy a heartfelt kiss.

“Hey babe, sorry about all of this—but look! Our notorious convict has returned from prison, mostly unscathed by her time inside,” Joey had no idea how “scathed” Kerry actually was, “aren’t you pleased that the man couldn’t break her spirit?”

Joey smiled, wanting very badly for things to go smoothly between his sister and his girlfriend.

“She’s even got a lead for us, tell her, kid,” Joey smiled, trying to frame this lead Kerry had brought them in the best light, in spite of his own misgivings.

 

[princesssexci]

Kerry smiles brightly when her brother said they could discuss it with Lightning Bolt. She grinned and started pigging out as soon as the food came. She knew her brother wanted desperately for her and his girlfriend, fiancé whatever to get along.

And things were looking up for Kerry. She would TRY to get along with Stormy. Try being the operative word. She just couldn’t help it if a lot of times Stormy tried to leave her out of literally everything. It was okay though because now she was working on the inside.

After eating they arrived at the comic book shop where Stormy looked bored as hell, her face brightened when she spotted Joey and they kissed. Kerry stood to the side rocking back and forth awkwardly just standing there. —- when they pulled away from the kiss, that satisfied smile then dropped when Stormy spotted Kerry.

“Hey babe, sorry about all of this—but look! Our notorious convict has returned from prison, mostly unscathed by her time inside,” Joey had no idea how “scathed” Kerry actually was, “aren’t you pleased that the man couldn’t break her spirit?”

“Thrilled.” Stormy said forcing a smile.

“Don’t look too happy to see me Stormy, Joey might get jealous.” Kerry said sarcastically almost forgetting the reason why they’d even come to see her anyways.

“She’s even got a lead for us, tell her, kid,” Joey cut in and it almost made her feel so bad, he was trying so hard to get them or rather Stormy to like her.

“Right— so I have a lead on where there’s a whole drug processing thing going down ....” then she went into as much detail she could without giving away who gave her that information. Stormy didn’t look convinced.

“Who gave you that sort of info?” Stormy asked.

“It doesn’t matter. You just have to trust me.”

Stormy rolled her eyes and looked over at Joey as if she was trying to find out what he was thinking.

Kerry turned to Joey,”Joey, you trust me don’t you?” And then she gave him the eyes, the puppy dog eyes. It was typically how she got him to go along with what she said and usually for the most part it worked but it was never certain.

“Honestly, it sounds like a trap to me.” Stormy said cynically as she began putting out graphic novels.

“Why would I put my own brother in a trap, Stormy ?”

Stormy sighed,”That wasn’t what I meant, Kerry. Don’t twist my words but you can’t even tell us who the information came from. I’m literally every comic there’s always that dumb side —“

“I’m NOT dumb. This is why I hate talking to you Stormy; Joey, you trust me...don’t you?!”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

For a moment it almost seemed like things were going to work out alright. Stormy was doing her best to be nice to Kerry—in spite of the looks she was serving and Kerry seemed to have a pretty firm grasp on what it was they were supposed to do with this mysterious lead she’d picked up from Police HQ. That moment, however, was fleeting. Stormy raised some pretty reasonable concerns and Kerry took it personally, going from zero-to-puppy-eyes in a matter of seconds.

Shit!

Joey opened his mouth to intervene, but it was already too late as things continued to escalate from there. Stormy mentioned the comic trope of the “well-meaning but dumb” sidekick, which Kerry took even more personally and launched into a brief but spiteful tirade, casting off any semblance of the two young women getting along together. Joey had to weigh in.

“Ladies, calm down! Let’s de-escalate this a little bit, we’re talking about information, not missiles,” he playfully nudged Kerry with his elbow while his other arm wound around the small of Stormy’s back to gently cradle her hip, “it’s not the Gaza Strip we’re talking about, it’s downtown Park Street. Kerry, she’s right to be cautious—there’s a lot that could go wrong for her and I, you shouldn’t take things so personally. Nobody thinks you’re dumb. Stormy, it won’t hurt anything to check up on this lead—if things seem fishy, we can cut and run. You know that I’d never do anything to deliberately put you in danger, don’t you?”

Joey looked back and forth, from his girlfriend to his sister, flashing each of them a detwrmined and resolute look that confirmed that he’d sooner die than let any misfortune befall either of them. He hoped that would be enough to get them away from each other’s throat. He then turned to face stormy, his hand affectionately on the small of her back.

“You know that this isn’t just some game we’re playing. We have a responsibility to the people of this city. If we have an opportunity to get pounds potentially hundreds of pounds of hard drugs off of the street—we owe it to the people to follow up, don’t we?” Joey smiled affectionately, he could tell that Stormy’s resistance was fading, “With great power comes…”

Joey waited for her to finish the iconic line, a sort of promise that they’d made before they ever donned their masks. The Phantom Shadow and Lightning Bolt were going to ride again.

*-*-*

Night 02 (11/03/18) 20:08
Patrol Sector: Park Street West
Heroes on Watch: Phantom Shadow, Lightning Bolt & Civilian Informant: Kerry Cadence

MISSION: Preliminary surveillance following a lead from CI

The HQ Van was tucked back in a narrow alleyway just across the street from the suspected drug processing location. The alleyway was so narrow that there was no room to open any of the side doors of the van but that only made Joey feel more secure. He also wasn’t worried about getting ticketed, since the van was unregistered and the parking job wasn’t even in the top ten most illegal things about their mobile headquarters.

The girls were inside the van, utilizing the vast array of night vision and heat signature mapping ocular tools available. The van itself was equipped with a high powered, directional, amplifying microphone that played the conversations going on inside the Bodega through the van’s speakers, letting them follow everything that was taking place.

Phantom Shadow was crouched on the roof, preferring to have a view of both ends of the ally, just in case they needed to make a quick escape for any reason. So far, though, it just seemed like a run-of-the-mill convenience store. The clerk had sold a bottle of Cogniac to some youngsters who appeared to be underage—but that wasn’t why they’d come all this way.

The night vision didn’t do much to help and the most interesting conversation they’d heard was some Armenian guy shouting about the cost of cigarettes.

“You sure it was here?” Phantom Shadow asked Kerry, using his gravelly, indistinct, hero voice.

But before he could suggest that Kerry call her contact, Lighting Bolt noticed something on the thermal radar and got his attention. It seemed there were about a dozen or so bodies milling around in a hidden back part of the bodega.

 

[princesssexci]

Kerry

“Ladies, calm down! Let’s de-escalate this a little bit, we’re talking about information, not missiles,”

De-escalate her ass. She hadn’t even started anything. All she was trying to do like fucking always was help and like FUCKING always Stormy found a way to make her look like she didn’t know what she was talking about. She crossed her arms against her chest glaring at the other girl.

She had to appreciate that her brother was still trying to keep the peace between her and Stormy even though it was pretty obvious by now that they’d probably never get along. But her brother was trying and if anything that was admirable in itself . She could probably let a Stormys offensive comment about her being the dummy sidekick go.

Plus a sense of pride and arrogance as she watched Stormy give in.

~Stormy~

“You know that this isn’t just some game we’re playing. We have a responsibility to the people of this city. If we have an opportunity to get pounds potentially hundreds of pounds of hard drugs off of the street—we owe it to the people to follow up, don’t we?” Joey smiled affectionately, “With great power comes…”

Stormy sighed and glanced between the two siblings. She hated when Joey was right but she also hated letting Kerry win but she loathed looking like the stubborn bitch in front of her boyfriend.

“great responsibility.” She said finishing his sentence then smiled at him, only. She meant what she said about Kerry being the well meaning but dumb sidekick but if Joey trusted her than she couldn’t just deny him his happiness. They had enough issues as it was without adding the not getting along with his kid sister.

“Fine but one sign of sketchy stuff going down that seems like a trap we leave. “

~~

“Yes I’m sure!” Kerry said as she looked back at the text that her informant sent. He hadn’t lied had he? Oh boy if he had; she was in for a world of trouble and not to mention a long ass lecture filled with I told you so’s from Stormy.

Thankfully it hadn’t been a busy as bodies started to swarm through the bodego. “Told you!” She hissed at Stormy sticking her tongue out at Stormy who only rolled her eyes. “My contacts are legit.”

“So what’s the plan?” Stormy said ignoring Kerry at this point.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Night 02 (11/03/18) 20:08
Patrol Sector: Park Street West
Heroes on Watch: Phantom Shadow, Lightning Bolt & Civilian Informant: Kerry Cadence

MISSION: (Revised) Infiltrate and disrupt apparent drug processing facility.

Phantom Shadow leaned forward over his knee, adjusting his goggles’ settings and doing his best to mark the people inside the building by heat signature alone. This would help him to follow their movements even when he switched back from the thermal imaging setting as well as help him to know where potential threats and perceived innocents were, even through walls.

“It looks like three armed guards—four if the cashier is in on it, which he probably is. Also, six… maybe seven innocents, potentially female, workers who need to be held for questioning but shouldn’t be hurt,” Phantom Shadow instructed his team quietly through the cowl-mounted radio system, even though they probably could have heard him if he’d spoken normally, “Lightning Bolt, you go around the back. I’ll go in the front and once I do, the innocents will probably all sprint for the back. Subdue and detain them, without harming them unnecessarily, as quickly as you can, then come reinforce me as I’ll doubtless have my hands full with the trigger-men. We’ll outflank them with a pincer attack.”

With his strategy set, PS climbed out of the roof hatch on the van and dropped down in front of it, cheating toward the shadows of the buildings that they had set up between. He let Lightning Bolt follow him into the alley.

When they were both outside of the van and also outside of Kerry’s sightline, Joey stole a quick kiss and smiled before giving Stormy’s firm, latex-clad ass an affectionate slap to send her across the street into the opposite alley that shared a wall with the bodega.

“Let me know when you’re set,” PS radioed her, “as soon as you’re in place, I’ll kick off this party.”

While he allowed Lightning Bolt to get into position, Joey stood up and looked at Kerry through the windshield. He gestured for her to stay put, no matter what.

“No. Matter. What.” He reiterated, not using the radio but speaking directly to her through the window, “and if things go wrong, call the police—but no matter what, do. Not. Leave. The van!”

Maybe it was useless telling Kerry anything. Her looks and general cuteness had taught her that she could get away with just about anything in life, which led her to constantly be pushing the envelope—endlessly trying to get away with whatever she’d been told not to do. When he got the sign from Stormy, he gave one final warning.

“No. Matter. What!” Joey said again before turning back to the street and slipping in his mouthpiece.

He’d learned from the last time that his helmet could protect him from most impacts to the head, but that the force of an impact could cause him to bite his tongue severely or break a tooth from his teeth getting rattled. A mouthpiece just made sense as another protective device.

This was the part he lived for—when he didn’t know what to expect and had to prepare for anything. His adrenaline was spiking and inside of his protective equipment, his cock was hard.

“Hey! What the fuck are you supposed to be?” the cashier demanded loudly.

Phantom Shadow made no audible response, instead grabbing the man by his throat with his stun glove and effectively shocking him into unconsciousness. The door to the back room was hidden by the rows of refrigerated shelves, so rather than searching out the secret way into the refrigerator, he barged through a shelf of beers and chilled wines shattering dozens of bottles and knocking the shelves off their mountings.

With the thermal targeting system engaged, he could see the digital pips rushing around on the other side of the wall. They seemed to be behaving as he’d anticipated, the innocents scrambling toward the back door and the armed guards making ready.

Not wanting to give them time to get set up, Phantom Shadow kicked the reinforced door inward, his lead lined boot breaking the door inward.

DWOOM!!!

The impact of a 12-gauge shotgun at point-blank range launched him backwards, in spite of his protective breastplate. The impact alone broke a few of his ribs and forced him to spit the mouthpiece onto the floor.

The front of his breastplate was mangled from the impact and he couldn’t get his wind back. Apparently there had been one more guard inside the back room than he’d anticipated. He couldn’t get his wind back, despite frantic gasping. He tried to stand but succeeded only in rolling over onto his front. Just as he was about to stand, a shotgun stock collided hard with the back of his helmet. He tasted blood in his mouth, biting into his tongue as his brain collided with the inside of his skull and he lost consciousness.

*-*-*

Detective Olsen was watching with amusement as his plan unfolded and the “heroes” charged right in, just like he’d expected they would. His unmarked patrol car sat around the corner from where the wanna-be heroes sprinted out of an alley and surrounded the bodega.

Olsen casually emerged from his vehicle, making his way over to the alley they had come from to see for himself where they had emerged from. He spotted the van easily and made a quick mental note of its look and the rather distinctive license plate. He might have tried to install a tracking device if not for Kerry, his newest CI, peering out through the window. Instead, he just winked at her.

He briefly considered trying to fuck her while her associates did his dirty work, until the sound of the shotgun echoed from inside the store. He knew almost instantly that something was wrong, since the sound of a crashing body followed shortly after.

Detective Olsen drew his sidearm and rushed over to the door of the bodega, using the wall as cover. He whipped around the corner and fired twice, immediately killing the man standing over the guy in a cape.

Keeping behind his pistol, Detective Olsen carefully inched toward the thrashed shelf of the refrigerator. Doing his best to be ready for anything.

 

[princesssexci]

Lightning Bolt - alias: Stormie

“It looks like three armed guards—four if the cashier is in on it, which he probably is. Also, six… maybe seven innocents, potentially female, workers who need to be held for questioning but shouldn’t be hurt,”

God, she loved when he got into character and started talking detective like. While this hadn’t been Lightning Bolts first option to chase down some criminals who her boyfriends little sister had somehow magically discovered; she knew that if she didn’t go along with this rouse....

Kerry would make her life hell.

Sometimes she wondered how she had the strength to deal with it all. Sometimes she wondered....

“Lightning Bolt, you go around the back. I’ll go in the front and once I do, the innocents will probably all sprint for the back. Subdue and detain them, without harming them unnecessarily, as quickly as you can, then come reinforce me as I’ll doubtless have my hands full with the trigger-men. We’ll outflank them with a pincer attack.”

Lightning Bolt nodded her head as she was mentally brought back to the situation at hand and turned her walkie on, clipping it to her belt. Once they were out of the van and Joey gave her a goodbye/goodluck kiss, she smiled and made he way around the back keeping her hands attached to her “lightning ray” gun device thing.

She put herself in stealth mode while mentally humming a theme song she made for herself. Maybe she should tell Joey when they finished conquering the heroes.

“Let me know when you’re set,” PS radioed her, “as soon as you’re in place, I’ll kick off this party.”

“I’m ready...” she talk whispered into the Walkie.

From the front she could hear the door being kicked in so she kicked in the back door. Very stealth like she snuck in through the back just as some random dude from god knows where peeked out of the freezer, freaked out she did a high kick knocking him down only to realize that it was one of them out.

~~~~

~Kerry~

“No. Matter. What.” He reiterated, not using the radio but speaking directly to her through the window, “and if things go wrong, call the police—but no matter what, do. Not. Leave. The van!”

Jeeeeez her brother was so lame. Stay in the car? Like she always fucking did. The last time she stayed anywhere they almost got caught. They’d been caught by news cameras.

Oh but she had to stay in the car.

The only good thing Joey had advised her to do was to call the police. And then like pure magic Detective Olsen passed by their van winking at her in the process.

YEA! She was totes on point about this gig. The police wouldn’t already be there if there was nothing afoot. Maybe she should’ve rethought her major in college and gone for police crime stuff instead of fashion designer.

BOOM BOOM

Kerry gave an audible gasp and reached for the car door. Had something happened to Joey? Those were her first instincts. If something had happened to him maybe she could rescue....

No, he said stay in the car. She was going to TRY to listen.

Like REALLY hard.

“He can handle this. He SAID he could handle this....”

But what if he couldn’t? What if he got killed because she wanted to prove a point. She reached for her walkie hesitating because she didn’t want to give them away.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Det. Olsen whipped around the corner just in time to see the girl enter with a flourish—doing a much better job than her counterpart at dispatching the door guard with an impressive flair kick that caught him off guard. Olsen was briefly distracted by her—even with a half-dozen, nearly naked women in between them—he was awestruck by her sheer sexiness. Dressed from head to toe in reflective, purple latex—like a sexy eggplant.

The momentary distraction proved enough for the third guard in the room to fire off a six-shot automatic burst in the direction of the costumed assailant. Olsen realized that she might as well have been dressed as a bull’s eye. Luckily for the both of them, it was a reflexive hip shot and went wide with all but one of the rounds which barely grazed her outer left thigh.

The triggerman didn’t get a chance to fire off a second burst, as Olsen quickly slammed three Magnum rounds from his revolver into the man’s chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Olsen shouted at the terrified women who’d been busy processing the coke, “you alright? Let me get a look at it.”

Olsen passed through the women in their underwear like wading upstream, rushing over to check on the costumed girl, Lightning Something, he thought. In the guise of checking on her obviously minor wound, Olsen ran his open palm slowly over the rounded sphere of her fit ass, down to her thigh where she’d been shot. Gentle but demanding, was his touch.

“Looks like just a graze, no entry or exit wound…” Olsen informed her as he tore her suit to get a better look at the wound, exposing more of her silken, firm skin, “you’re damn lucky. I guess your friend kept all the bullet resistant tech to himself, huh?”

Olsen retrieved his flask from inside his coat and poured a considerable stream of whiskey into the cut to sterilize it. Olsen’s gaze reluctantly moved from the exposed oasis of thigh meat to the wall behind her. He flicked open a switchblade and touched the wall where Stormy’s blood had splattered against the drywall. He dug out a bullet, still streaked with ruddy marks from her blood. Olsen handed it to her, making eye contact for the first time. He recognized her, even behind the mask—the brother’s girlfriend.

“Here you go. A souvenir from your greatest victory. If you want, you can tell people it bounced off,” Olsen smiled his seductive smile, “can you walk? You’re going to need to drag your boyfriend out.”

Olsen helped her to her feet, confident that he hadn’t betrayed what he knew—calling him her boyfriend could have just been related to their outfits matching, but the look in her eyes when he’d said it made him certain that he knew their identities now. He just didn’t want them to know he knew yet.

“Come on, come on!” Olsen urged the sexy eggplant along to where her counterpart was wheezing and sputtering on the ground, trying to regain his breath, he let her go to help him up to his feet, “come on Superman, the cops are coming—we gotta get you two out of here.”

They limped along, one of them under each of the fallen hero’s arms, all but dragging him out to the street. When Olsen saw Kerry again he waved her over, urging her to bring the van around to them—which she did. The guy’s body was hauled into the van through the side door, leaving only Det. Olsen outside the van.

“Haul ass!” Olsen shouted to Kerry before slamming shut the sliding door.

After the van peeled away, Olsen ran to the trunk of his car, wondering who’d called the police. He hadn’t called for any backup—but he hoped the small army of coke smeared women in their underthings would slow their arrival at least a bit. He pulled an oversized, leather duffel bag from the trunk and went back into the ruined freezer. He moved quickly around the dead bodies to where the vacuum sealed bags of uncut were still waiting to be processed. He loaded all but two of the kilo bags into his duffel and rushed back out as the other squad cars arrived. Olsen raised his badge over his head.

“Looks like another vigilante case… four vics. Three dead.”

*-*-*

Joey choked over his next breath, each cough feeling like it was crushing his ribs in a vice, there was blood dribbling down his chin. As soon as he was conscious, Joey clawed at his concaved breastplate that had spared him from the buckshot from the 12-gauge, but not the blast. His ribs were shattered and there was blood in his lungs—he couldn’t stop coughing.

When he sat up, Joey recognized the HQ van but not how he’d ended up there. He finally was able to stop the agonizing coughing when he tossed the ruined breastplate aside. Air came a little easier and breathing hurt slightly less than coughing.

“What—wheeze—what happened?”

 

[princesssexci]

*Lightning Bolt/Stormy*

“Shit!” Lightning bolt hissed as the bullet came at her barely grazing her thigh. It threw her off balance though as she fell to the ground while the officer hurried the women out and then moved towards her to help with her wound.

Thank god it wasn’t horrible.

The detective seemed to snap out of whatever stooper he’d been dragged into and shot the thug who shot her at least three times.

“Whoa!” She said watching ad the gunman fell dead to the ground. Oh jeez, don’t get sick. She thought to herself because real life was becoming way more graphic and real than any graphic novel she and Joey had read.

“you alright? Let me get a look at it.”

She nodded her head as he went to take a look at her leg. It stung like a bitch. She could probably still move though. His hand grazed over her ass and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “That’s not where I was...” but his hand had found the grazed area on her leg. It had also suddenly hit her that no one but Joey had touched her there and though it was seemingly innocent, it felt good.

Did that make her a bad person? A bad girlfriend?

She winced a bit as he checked but maybe she was wincing at her own thoughts.

, “you’re damn lucky. I guess your friend kept all the bullet resistant tech to himself, huh?”


“Heh.” She laughed nervously, “We usually back each other up so ....” Jesus, was she making an excuse for that? She’d tried to tell Joey that she needed to be more protected in her suit.

His excuse had always been examples of Sidekicks that didn’t have good protection wear and still stayed safe.

She winced as the whiskey hit the wound and hissed under her breath. A string of curse words passed through her lips as the detective pulled the bullet out and put it in her hand.

They made eye contact and a chill went down her back. It was like he was mentally pulling the mask off her face to figure out who she was. Could that have been like Peter Parker called a spidey sense?

That was impossible though, right? About as impossible as Latex being a good protection for just a sidekick.

“Here you go. A souvenir from your greatest victory. If you want, you can tell people it bounced off,”


“T-thanks.”

Olsen smiled his seductive smile, “can you walk? You’re going to need to drag your boyfriend out.”

Oh gosh, he had figured it out hadn’t he? Had he? Had she compromised their identies? Ohhh god, if Joey found out he was going to kill her. Well—not kill her maybe hold off on sex but like that was different than any other night.

Despite all her worries thoughts she nodded her head and was slightly mystified by his slow handsome almost seeming to be a seductive smile.

She hobbled out following behind the detective. As he urged them out, she helped Phantom Shadow outside towards the van that awaited them. They both hobbled as quickly as they could while Kerry opened the door.

It had certainly been an eventful night.

Once inside, Kerry zoomed off. The furious coughing brought Stormy back to the what was happening.

“We almost got killed.” Stormy said

“You almost got killed.” Kerry said at the same time, though she looked at her brother with a sad worried look.

Well at least they agreed on something.


“I think I need a better suit.” Stormy mumbled, paying no mind to the rip between her legs.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Night 02 (11/03/18) 20:25
Patrol Sector: Park Street West
Heroes on Watch: Phantom Shadow, Lightning Bolt & Civilian Informant: Kerry Cadence

MISSION: (Compromised) Escape with all team members.

A low groan spilled out of the Phantom Shadow’s open mouth. Blood was dribbling down his chin and even with two people helping him, the agony of rolling over and getting to his feet made the hero’s vision go blurry. It felt like all of his ribs were broken, but he was glad to see Stormy—even if she seemed to be a touch past familiar with some random guy.

The task of walking made standing seem easy, the pain in his chest was so great that Joey was barely aware of his legs’ existence, so forcing them into anything resembling locomotion was like trigonometry just then. Stormy and this other guy basically carried him out of the convenience store.

“I’m sorry…” Joey groaned, not really to either one of them, maybe to both of them—he was just trying to make noise to make his lungs work right again.

When the apparent detective released him to Stormy, he stumbled for a moment—it was hard enough to walk with two people supporting him, now she was dragging all his weight by herself. When they miraculously reached the van, he was rolled back onto his back which made him acutely aware that there was blood in his lungs.

He broke into a coughing fit, more blood spilling down his chin. Joey tore out of his costume and sat up, his ribs aching each time he coughed. He grabbed his side through the tight, compression undershirt, doing anything to soothe the ache.

“I’m so sorry…” Joey groaned again, not really to either one, maybe to both.

Mission: Complete.


*-*-*

Kel was running drills at the team practice facility when the call came in from Olsen. A training facility staff member brought the phone directly to the treadmill where he was running with 10 lb. weights strapped to his ankles.

“Tell me something good,” Kel demanded of the phone, raising it to his ear without breaking stride—his voice as measured and calm as if he were reclining.

“I’ve got some very, very good news. It seems like the Pee Wee team managed to get a pretty big win,” Olsen knew to talk code when Kel was using the team facilities, “I left the trophy with your people back at the apartment. Only downside is that the quarterback suffered an injury. He is probably going to miss some time.”

“What about the parents?” this was code for police.

“Oh, they’re thrilled. It’s all about the kids for them, as long as the kids are winning, that’s all they care about.”

“That’s terrific. Why don’t you give the kids box seats for tomorrow night’s game?”

“The quarterback won’t be able to make it.”

“He’ll be missed, but the rest of the team shouldn’t miss out.”

*-*-*

A few hours later, after the raw product was handed over to Kel’s subordinates and filed his report with HQ, Det. Olsen called the number he had for Kerry. When she answered, he spoke like he was talking to a very close friend.

“I had my doubts, but your friends really did step up,” Olsen said warmly, like he was praising a dog for good behavior, “my people are impressed. That’s good for you. One of my associates has arranged for two box seats to tomorrow’s Predators’ football game. He’s got you a private box and is sending a car to pick you up. Where should I have the driver meet you?”

Olsen poured himself a whiskey, hoping that he might be invited to stop by the game at some point. Or maybe arrange to meet up with Kerry tonight… he tried to think of a pretense.

 

[princesssexci]

*~Stormy~*

“I’m sorry…”

Joey kept repeating his apologies over and over again. Stormy lightly combed her fingers through his hair as she reassured him that everything was okay.

When Kerry finally got them to their “secret hideout” and both girls helped Joey into bed, Stormy sat with him nursing his wounds....even when he passed out.

Kerry had disappeared to god knows where.

Maybe this superhero thing was a bad idea. They hadn’t been doing it for long but Joey had already gotten hurt. Yes! She’d tell him when he woke up...or better yet after she fed him. Bad news always set well after having a good meal in your stomach....

~*Kerry*~

Kerry watched from the door way as Stormy sat near his bedside, she hated seeing her brother in pain. Her phone buzzed and she looked at it and her eyes brightened. She quietly left where she stood watching over her brother and his girlfriend and quietly closed the door behind her.

She was mildly surprised that Detective Olsen had called her but incredibly excited that he did.

I had my doubts, but your friends really did step up, my people are impressed. That’s good for you. One of my associates has arranged for two box seats to tomorrow’s Predators’ football game. He’s got you a private box and is sending a car to pick you up. Where should I have the driver meet you?”

He sounded really proud of her which made Kerry smile from ear to ear. Joey absolutely loved the Predators but he didn't look at his best right now. Would he be upset if she brought Stormy with her? Though that wasn't exactly her first choice. But, Detective Olsen would probably be keeping Kerry distracted anyways.

Would he be there though? Should she ask? Was that too ....needy to ask something like that?

"I...ah, that sounds fun! But you mentioned a driver does that mean you won't be there too?" She tried not to let the desperation in her voice show but she wasn't sure how well she was succeeding at that.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Det. Olsen

Detective Olsen smirked into the receiver on his cell phone, causing the cigarette between his lips to tip at an angle, the smoke framing his face while the ember reflected in his sunglasses. He could hear the desperation in her voice and it pleased him, he was also looking forward to seeing her again—this time getting up in her guts.

“I might make an appearance. Wear something hot for me and you might just get your wish,” Olsen replied, a faint chuckle in his voice, “if your… friend needs any pain killers or anything to deal with his injuries, let me know. I trust that you understand why a hospital wouldn’t be the safest place for him to be treated.”

It was then that he spotted the headlights for one of Kel’s Mercedes approaching at the other side of the subterranean underpass that ran below the train tracks leading away from the docks.

“I’ve got to go now, Sugar Tits. Hope to see you tomorrow.” Click.

Cid and Dion stepped out of the car cautiously, keeping the engine running. Olsen just popped the trunk. The two said nothing to the detective as they made their way back to unload his trunk. Olsen had managed to walk with several uncut kilo bags of powder and two unregistered SMGs—a lucrative haul in criminal circles. All evidence that Olsen had managed to make disappear before his call for backup went out.

Among his contemporaries, Olsen was a hero! Single handedly standing up to a full processing plant armed with little more than his intuition and his service 9 mm. The bit about costumed “heroes” was omitted for the benefit of all.

His ability to make evidence disappear and reappear in the pockets of his allies made him a hero on the other side of the street too.

“Hunter thanks you for this offering. Will our special guests be attending the game tomorrow?”

“Seems altogether likely. I might even stop by to enjoy some well-deserved R & R.”

“Well-deserved is right. I’ll see you tomorrow then, Detective.”

*-*-*

Cid and Dion

The Lincoln Towncar wasn’t exactly a limo, but it was no less luxurious or well-appointed. The spacious back seat even had a bottle of champagne on ice when it arrived to pick up the ladies. The skybox where their deluxe passes allowed them to enter was stocked with gourmet crab rolls, sushi and filet mignion sliders. Of course, more alcohol was also available—which Cid and Dion were already indulging in before the girls arrived.

“They should be getting here any minute,” Dion confirmed after checking his cell phone, “you think it’ll be her? The one who made Marcus piss his pants in the park?”

“Makes no difference to me,” Cid remarked, refilling his glass with cogniac, “the objective is still the same.”

“You’re right…”

 

[princesssexci]

It was very odd for both girls to be going to an event together....

Without Joey.

Had it not been for his injuries the night before, he probably would've. been the one to join Kerry and not Stormy which in turn would've pissed Stormy off because she would've been left alone.

As usual. That was not how this night was going though. Stormy wore something simple yet sexy, because Joey wanted to see what she was wearing just to make sure she wasn't giving the sports players too much eye candy. Her dress was a gold color with ripped open sleeves with a teasing reveal of her breasts.

Kerry, on the other hand, seemed to go all out. It was like she wanted the players to know what a slut she was ....or could be. That night she wore a pink two piece outfit which did nothing to hide the shape of her body, size of her breasts or her toned legs.


The ride had been nice and quiet, both girls seemed captivated by their phones instead of bonding with one another. Eventually the car pulled up and Kerry looked away from her social media and bounced around in the seat. "We're here! Isn't this exciting?"