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[princesssexci]

The game was over hours ago!

What have you been doing?

It would be bad to tell him that she’d let two other guys fuck her, right? Those were Stormy’s thoughts as the Uber pulled up to her house. She had only slightly sobered from alcohol. Only slightly.

She was still a bit buzzed though from the drugs and horny. Would Kory fuck her? Wait— who the fuck was Kory? She giggled a bit as she tried not to stumble out of the car and tried not to fumble with the house keys.

Stormy stood up straight and took a deep breath as she walked inside. She froze when she heard Joey’s voice.

Don’t lean, don’t lean, don’t lean…..it was her current mantra for the night.

“I’m sho sharry, sZoreee…” close enough,”I might’ve had too mush to drinky but you are correctomundo; Kerry is still partying. Not me though cause I’m a good girl who missed you.” Stormy swayed as she made her way closer to him though she couldn’t tell if she was being sexy or not.

“I’m szoreee I’m late. I won’t do it again, promise.”

~Kerry~

Getting arrested seemed to be a theme with Kerry. This would be her second time going to jail but then, the last time shouldn’t have even counted. Honestly? The first time should’ve been her just getting a warning or a ticket.

This would be the second time that she was arrested and it was just her luck that Detective Olsen was nowhere to be seen.

It was a shame too because the party had been fantastic. She’d gotten so much dick that she’d actually lost count. She’d even lost track of all the drugs that people had been taking from her.

Was she supposed to keep track of that?

Now, once again she sat in a police station but this time behind bars with the others.

“Excuuuse me? Do I get a call or something? I get free call right??” She could probably call Joey and lie, say that Stormy let her go to a party by herself.

Yes, that sounded like a good idea.

 

[LitShark]

“Jesus, baby… you’re wasted,” Joey half chuckled, wrapping his sculpted arms around Stormy’s waist, holding her close to spare her the obvious difficulty she was having maintaining her balance, “I guess you really did have a good time, sheesh.”

Joey had to turn his head, the smell of bourbon on Stormy’s breath was intense but it was hard not to feel slightly disarmed by her obvious intoxication. It was hard to suspect her honesty when she was barely able to stand. He tried to lift her, carry her up the stairs like he used to—but his ribs cried out as he tried to lift her and tipped forward, the two of them stumbling forward onto the stairs. Joey made a whining grunt as his strength gave out and he tumbled forward landing on top of his petite girlfriend.

He hadn’t intended it as a move, but when he fell, his hand slipped up onto Stormy’s chest, her perky tits completely naked under the oversized team shirt she was wearing.

What happened to her dress? What happened to her bra?

Joey remembered thinking that both Stormy and Kerry were dressed provocatively for a football game—but now she was in an entirely different outfit. Her makeup almost completely wiped away.

He had more questions, but before he knew what was happening, she was kissing him—urging on what seemed like overtures to sex. It was easy to forget sometimes how strong Stormy really was, until she wanted something—in this case she seemed to want his clothes off and his ribs were aching too much to impede her progress much.

“Wait—” Joey managed to gulp out between kisses.

*-*-*

A uniformed police officer made his way over to the holding cell where Kerry was being held. They knew better than to put her in holding naked, so they’d draped her in an oversized “SWAT” t-shirt. There came a loud buzz and the door slid open.

“We’ll get you what you need, Ms. Cadence. Don’t worry,” the cop placed his palm on the small of her back and led her through the rows of desks back to one of the interrogation rooms.

Once the door was opened and she was shown inside, Detective Olsen was tucked into the corner, under the roof mounted camera, lurking in its blind spot. He was smoking a cigarette and smiled at Kerry as the door was shut behind her. Her clothes were tucked into an oversized ziplock bag marked “EVIDENCE” sitting on the middle of the stainless-steel table.

“You didn’t think I’d leave you in there did you? We just had to drag you in to keep the whiff of suspicion off of you—but you did good. A real hero, taking down the big baddies by going down. It’s impressive, really.”

Olsen reached out, grasping the back of Kerry’s neck and pulling her into a deep, sloppy, cigarette-smelling kiss.

“Get dressed, we’ll get you home.”

 

[princesssexci]

~Stormy~

Stormy just couldn’t help herself, she was incredibly horny from the pills she’d taken and then top that with the bourbon she’d been drinking? It was just a recipe for disaster at least in this case considering Joey probably wasn’t in the best condition to be doing that at the moment.

Still, when he grabbed her tits after “accidentally” falling on top of her she moaned and giggled.

She pulled away briefly nipping at his bottom lip,”Joey, I knew you were clumsy but if you wanted to be on top this time all you had to do was say so…”

It had been so long or at least felt like it had been so long since they’d fucked. They were always interrupted by either Kerry or the hero missions that he’d been having them do. They weren’t even real heroes.

“C’mon baby, don’t you miss fucking me?” Her lips moved down his chin and then his neck as her hands followed brushing down his chest moving lower.

~Kerry~

Kerry was incredibly relieved when the officer came and pulled her from the cell. Having put the over sized swat shirt on and followed him to the office, instantly she knew she was safe.

She didn’t exactly get the chance to respond to her sexy detective though because she was pulled into a lust filled kiss. Kerry had been scared though.

Especially when the first place she went was another jail cell. It was good to know she had the right cop on her side though. Pushing any further thoughts to the side, she eagerly kissed him back.

Even though she’d just been fucked by those two thugs earlier, they were nothing compared to Detective Olsen. When she pulled away from the kiss, she nodded her head at his order and grabbed her clothes from evidence bag and got dressed.

 

[LitShark]

“Jeeze, you really are messed up,” Joey muttered, trying to help Stormy upstairs to their bedroom so that she could sleep off the night before, but she was making it more difficult with her pawing and kissing him, “babe, come on—wait, my ribs. Baby, my ribs! My ribs!”

When Stormy tried to get his pants open, she managed to lean too much of her weight on him and the agony in his broken ribs reawakened and he tumbled backwards down the stairs. Worse yet, entangled as they were and her balance somewhat… compromised, he was bringing Stormy down with him. In the split second before he was in freefall, Joey had to make a decision. With his martial arts training he could have planted his hand on a step behind him and used his good arm to handspring out of the fall and land standing—but to do that would have been disastrous for Stormy, who may not have even realized they were falling yet.

Instead of saving himself, Joey did the heroic thing, wrapping his arm around Stormy’s shoulders and cradling her head against his chest. This decision meant that he absorbed the fall for both of them. His shoulder landed hard on the bottom step and one of the other steps reaggravated his broken ribs and again as he tumbled down, back to the first floor.

When he came to a stop, Joey groaned.

“You almost killed us, babe,” Joey groaned, cradling his ribs as he tried to get back on his feet, “you need to get it together and sleep this off. You’re acting like some kind of…”

Joey caught himself before calling his girlfriend a whore.

“Like some kind of villain.”

Joey used the banister to retake his feet.

“Where’s your dress anyway? Did you puke on it or something? What aren’t you telling me?”

*-*-*

Once Kerry was dressed back in her skimpy sweater-skirt combo, Det. Olsen beckoned her to come with him. He grasped the back of her neck, leading her through the booking area carefully, not wanting to attract unwanted attention—but she was in the wrong outfit for that. Some random drunks whistled and catcalled as he led her to the motor pool, mistaking her for a street walker.

He opened the door of his unmarked Lincoln, letting Kerry in.

“I’ll drive you home. I’m sure you’re exhausted, but you did good,” Olsen reached over and caressed Kerry’s thigh affectionately before starting the car, “and don’t tell anyone where you got it, but I have a present for you. Open the glove box.”

Inside the glove box was a black, plastic crate that contained a state-of-the-art tactical suit. The base layer was skin-tight, black ballistic fibers. It looked almost like hex-clad latex when worn. Not exactly bullet-proof, but puncture and ballistic resistant. There were pepper-ball firing gauntlets, flashbangs and a set of rubber-pellet grenades. Compact night-vision goggled and several other advanced, non-lethal weapons systems.

A proper superhero suit of her own. Closer in theme to Joey’s than the rip-off suit she’d tried to assemble on her own.

“You’re in the big leagues now. I figured you ought to have some proper equipment.”

 

[princesssexci]

Stormy

“You almost killed us, babe,”

Stormy blinked as she stared at her boyfriend. He was perfectly fine wanting to fuck her in a van after saving a fucking bank but not after the eagles or whoever the name of the football or soccer game was that played won?

Shit. What game had she gone to see?

Stormy stared blankly into space for a minute as she tried to remember.

“you need to get it together and sleep this off. You’re acting like some kind of…”

Wait. No. They were in America. Not Mexico. It was football.

“Like some kind of villain.”

The words seemed to slowly echo in her brain. Had he just called her …a villain for..wanting to have sex with her boyfriend?

“I’m sorry?” She said, her voice still slurred.”i didn’t realize wanting to have sex with my boyfriend was against the law. Next time I come home from a party I’ll go grab a vibrator instead asking to fuck you. “

Of course, if she were sober she would’ve realized that he wasn’t exactly in the best position to have sex but even if he was part of her wondered if she needed to dress up as fucking bat girl to get him turned on.

“I’ll go sleep in another room.”she snapped storming past him and going to their bedroom to get her pajamas and pillow. “Would hate for you to feel like you’re sleep with a villain or something.”

~*~*~*
Kerry

Kerry ignored the catcalls as she let Detective Olsen lead her out of the police department. A slow smirk spread across her face as soon as they were in the car and his hand found her thigh and caressed it affectionately.

She reached for the glove compartment and pulled out the costume, her eyes widened. She lifted her brow at him and tilted her head at him then smiled kissing his cheek. “I love it! I think I’m growing on you detective. Buying me costumes, taking me home instead of making me catch an Uber…”’her voice trailed off playfully but really she didn’t want to push her luck because he could still make her catch an Uber.

“Seriously though, I like being part of the big leagues. I feel more wanted.” At least she wasn’t being used as the coffee girl. Stupid brother. “Plus this suit is way better than the one I had.” She picked up the goggles admiring them. Biting her lip, she quickly put them on and giggled a little bit from excitement.

Joey would’ve never thought of this stuff.

“Thanks. “

 

[LitShark]

Detective Olsen smiled over at Kerry. She was growing on him, but he’d be damned if he was going to admit it—certainly not to her. The highly publicized takedown of a pro football player was suitable enough excuse to his wife that could explain his absenteeism of late, but he was concerned that he might be a little too thrilled with his latest plaything. He also had designs on Stormy as well, but he had to get his lies straight before he went home. His wife was perceptive, being the wife of a detective.

“Don’t let it go to your head. The Big Leagues come with big risks. Don’t ever let your guard down because Kelvin is going to have people looking for who set him up. They know I did, but if they find out how connected you are to me… let’s just say they’re looking to make an example. We can’t be seen together for at least a few days, until things cool down.”

Olsen pulled up to Stormy and Joey’s house.

“If I need to contact you, there’s a burner phone in with the suit. Keep it on and charged. No more kiddie stuff. Real deal heroism only.”

At this, Olsen leaned over, grabbing and squeezing Kerry’s breast greedily while he kissed her. He was actually going to miss her—her tits most especially.

“Go get some sleep, kid. I’ll be in touch,” Olsen said his goodbye while still holding onto her breast.

*-*-*

“Y-you’re serious…” a crestfallen look fell over Joey’s face, she was really mad at him—at him! She hadn’t answered the question about her dress, which set his imagination spinning.

“Go ahead and take the bedroom. I don’t know if I can make it upstairs anyway.”

Holding his ribs and leaning heavily on the wall, Joey slumped back toward the recliner where he’d been most of the day. Surrounded by dirty bowls and glasses. He was just managing to drag himself back into the chair when he spotted his sister returning.

“Oh, hey sis. Have fun? What have you got there?”

 

[princesssexci]

“Don’t let it go to your head. The Big Leagues come with big risks. Don’t ever let your guard down because Kelvin is going to have people looking for who set him up. They know I did, but if they find out how connected you are to me… let’s just say they’re looking to make an example. We can’t be seen together for at least a few days, until things cool down.”

Kerry nodded her. All good things had to come to a pause, like video games. When they pulled up to Joey’s house, she stared at the barely lit house suddenly wishing that she lived in her own apartment instead of with her brother.

“If I need to contact you, there’s a burner phone in with the suit. Keep it on and charged. No more kiddie stuff. Real deal heroism only.”

“I’ll be careful.” Her big brown doe eyes stared up at him as he leaned in and kissed her for what seemed like the last time for awhile. She couldn’t stop the moan as he held onto her breast. It was pretty hard to get out of the car when he wouldn’t let go of her tit.

Okay, she could just as easily pull out of his grasp but she was savoring his touch way too damned much. “Mmm you gotta let go of my tit first, detective.” She purred, seductively before grabbing his bottom lip with her teeth one last time and playfully pushing his hand away with a wink.

She just hoped that Joey was in bed so she wouldn’t have to worry about explaining anything to him.


~*~*~*
Stormy

“Wow.” Stormy muttered, not sure if she should feel like a bitch because Joey was hurt so he couldn’t really walk up the stairs or feel offended because he said he’d sleep on the couch because he couldn’t walk up the stairs anyway.

“Fuck you, Joey.” She snapped, feeling tears well up in her eyes. Okay, so yeah she cheated on him more than once tonight and she felt slightly guilty and wanted to make it up to him.

He’d called her a fucking villain though. Who almost gets laid and calls their girlfriend a villain …AS AN INSULT? They’d gone through a dry spell and she hands herself to him on a silver platter and he says she’s acting like a villain?

In her drunken anger, she stalked over to his dvd collection and scanned through them smiling to herself as she reached for his animated Batman collection and opened it.

Stormy was acting like a villain? She’d show him villain.

~*~*~*
Kerry stopped and slowly turned smiling some. “Joey, why aren’t you upstairs with your girlfriend, you know doing gross boyfriend and girlfriend stuff?”

Fuck it was just her luck that he was downstairs, lurking.

“Fun? Oh no it was…” if she didn’t have fun then she should’ve been home earlier than Stormy, shit. “I mean, yes. I did. It was great. Your girlfriend, woo! But I’m tired so I’m gonna just…” she started to walk past him ignoring that second question.

She stopped and pressed her lips together because she knew Joey better than that. He was gonna pry.

“Listen, before you pry into my life. I’m an adult now and I have adult relationships with adult men. So, I think we should leave it there.”

She was also still a little drunk.

 

[LitShark]

The days that followed brought forth something of a cease-fire between Joey, Kerry and Stormy. He never brought up what Stormy did to his DVDs, or Kerry’s remark about “adult men.” Instead, he just shoved those feelings down and said nothing. He focused on his physical rehabilitation, getting back into shape, refining his jui juitsu, getting back into fighting shape.

When he wasn’t working, Joey had cut together some of the better clips from his and Stormy’s body cams during their patrols and fights. He set them to music and registered the channel “ShadowofJustice.” He set the clips to music, used public info on the arrest of Kelvin Highcastle—identifying members of his crew in the body cam footage. He made it seem like his vigilantism was the sole driving force leading up to the imprisonment of a famous athlete.

It was an epic crossover. Super heroism meets fight porn meets conspiracy theorism. The algorithm ate it up. A million or so views later, Phantom Shadow was an internet sensation. There was even a meme made from some of Joey’s free-running footage—when she say “come over.”

Joey was fully healed by the time Kerry’s red phone rang.

*-*-*

Phantom Shadow becoming a viral sensation was the last thing that Detective Olsen was hoping for. He’d assumed that the sensation of a pro athlete being taken down for mass criminal enterprising would overshadow the gentle exploitation of a few wanna-be superheroes. But now, people were making connections and asking questions—making it tougher to keep the file closed.

This social media shit was a nightmare.

Someone had even printed out a stupid “Phantom Shadow” logo and pinned it to his office door. These videos had to stop. He knew exactly who to talk to about that. He dialed the red phone.

“What the fuck is your brother doing? He’s getting attention from the wrong people! I need to arrange a meet up. We need to make some things clear.” Detective Olsen had every intention of taking his frustration out on Kerry and he knew she would love it.

 

[princesssexci]

Stormy

Stormy had ended up taking the first dvd from Joey’s Batman animated dvd set and breaking it that night. It was horrible and very vindictive and very…villainous, no childish but in her defense she had been drunk and she was also concerned that she might’ve been slightly high that night as well but she hadn’t mentioned that to Joey.

In fact, she hadn’t mentioned the dvd at all to Joey. She’d even apologized the next morning for her behavior but things between them seemed to be tense afterwards.

Well, not tense so much as Joey seemed even more distracted with his vigilante project than he had before.

Which left Stormy even more alone than she had been before. That athlete Kelvin Highcastle had been behind all of the robberies and the drug deals.

“Joey? Do you need any help?” Stormy asked,”With…anything?” She peeked her head into his room, their room. She hated the distance between them.

“I just checked the Phantom facebook, we got another ten likes. That’s great, right?”

Kerry

No matter where Kerry turned on the internet, Phantom Shadow and Lightning Bolt were there. From montage videos to fan art to the videos that Joey had made himself.

They were all over the internet.

It had started with Joey even she knew that. She could tell by his editting style plus he stayed locked up in his room when he wasn’t at work. Him and Stormy weren’t as mushy as they usually were.

Not since the party. After getting her nails done, she was tired of the pink nails she had before as she stepped out of the nail salon her phone rang.

The red one, the one she’d been waiting to ring for weeks now but had been silent.

“Hello?”

“What the fuck is your brother doing? He’s getting attention from the wrong people! I need to arrange a meet up. We need to make some things clear.”

She pulled the phone away from her ear and sighed, rolling her eyes. Sometimes she could kick Joey but other times like now she could kiss him. In a sisterly way because she’d wanted an excuse to see Detective Olsen but he’d told her she couldn’t see him until he called her.

And now…it seemed like his annoying obsession with heroes had gotten her exactly what she wanted.

“I-I don’t know. He usually locks himself in his room by the time I’m home but tell me where you want to meet and I’m there.”

 

[LitShark]

"I—I—I—shut your stammering ass up, bitch! Meet me downtown at the Liaison Motel, room 6. I have a mission for you—just you, for now. Don’t tell anyone, least of all that try-hard brother of yours. Come in costume, but wear something over it so as not to draw too much attention.”

The line went dead immediately. Inwardly Det. Olsen couldn't wait to get his hands on Kerry's firm but supple, little body.

*-*-*

Joey turned in his desk chair, looking back at Stormy. His eyes looked slightly sunken and he was getting skinny again, spending most of his time inside and off the streets. He gave kind of a sad, little half smile and patted his lap.

“Come here, babe,” Joey opened his arms to her for what seemed like the first time since Kelvin’s arrest, snuggling her into his lap, “I know I’ve been… distant lately. I’m sorry for that, okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you or neglect you or anything like that. But I need to know… what happened at that football game? Your dress is straight-up missing and that guy who invited you got arrested, turns out he was tied to those thugs we busted in the park! Kerry is talking about being with grown men and I can’t shake the feeling that you’re not telling me something.”

To soften the blow of what was essentially an ultimatum, Joey rubbed Stormy’s thigh with his palm. His hands were sweaty from typing.

“I just want you to tell me the truth,” Joey lied.

 

[princesssexci]

~Kerry~

It hadnt taken Kerry long to get changed. The thought that Detective Olsen was probably going to be balls deep in her soon had her moving pretty quickly. Once her costume was on, she pulled a pair of jeans on and a hoodie and hoped to god Joey and Stormy werent downstairs.
Grabbing her purse she walked out and spotted Stormy moving to sit in Joey’s lap. Were they finally going to kiss and makeup? Gross.

“Going out!” She called without waiting for any argument from Joey. If anything with how it was looking they shouldve been hapoy that Kerry was leaving.

About ten minutes later, she pulled up to the motel and found room 6. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.



~~ Stormy~~

“Come here, babe,”

Stormy made her way over to him and sat on his lap. He was looking really bad and even though their relationship was rocky she didn’t like seeing him like this.
She glanced at Kerry as she quickly left and then focused her attention back on Joey.

“I know I’ve been… distant lately. I’m sorry for that, okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you or neglect you or anything like that. But I need to know… what happened at that football game? Your dress is straight-up missing and that guy who invited you got arrested, turns out he was tied to those thugs we busted in the park! Kerry is talking about being with grown men and I can’t shake the feeling that you’re not telling me something.”


She had to wonder if Joey heard himself sometimes. Did he realize that his sister should be dating grown men?
As long as they weren’t married, Stormy didn’t understand the problem.

“Joey, your sister is old enough to date. You should be happy for her baby.” She felt the sweat from his hands and did her best to ignore it. It felt gross but now wasnt the time to focus on that. They were trying to mend their relationship right.

Maybe she should just be honest? Joey always appreciated honesty. “I was drunk that night obviously and I had drugs…was drugged. I walked away from my drink.” Not a lie. She did walk away from her drink at some point to talk to Kerry who was busy making out with…someone she couldn’t remember who.
“I…I mightve been raped because honestly dont remember much but I would certainly never cheat on you…not on purpose.”

 

[LitShark]

The door to Room 6 swung open but it wasn’t Detective Olsen who was on the other side. A cloud of cigarette smoke bellowed with the opening of the door. There were at least five men inside the dingy motel room, all towering in height, all dressed in tactical gear and vests that read SWAT. The man who opened the door said nothing, he just grabbed Kerry by the arm and tugged her inside.

“Oh good, she’s here,” Olsen’s voice came from the far side of the room where a blueprint of the neighboring warehouse had been enlarged and taped up on the wall, “come over here, slut.”

A low chuckle passed through the assemblage of male officers. None was over forty or under thirty five. Several were wearing wedding bands on their left hands, hands that seemed to pass her back and forth as she made her way over to Olsen.

“Our little crime fighter here is going to sneak in before us and secure the evidence,” Det. Olsen pointed to the spot on the blueprint map which had dollar signs and the word “drugs” hand-written in grease pencil, “she’s going to make sure none of the evidence gets hidden or destroyed by taking it all out before we go in.”

Olsen was already pulling the sweatshirt up over her head.

“We’re going to have her breech by oh-three-hundred,” he unzipped and pulled her jeans down to the ground, “which gives us plenty of time to wear her sexy ass out.”

Olsen pushed Kerry to the ground by her shoulder and slapped his semi-hard dick against her face. He grabbed her hair and stuffed the head into her mouth.

“Her little slut-suit has a zipper from her naval to the small of her back. Don’t be shy now.”

There was a cock inside of her pussy before Olsen even finished explaining.

*-*-*

Joey had been enjoying the feeling of Stormy in his lap, until she realized what she was saying. She’d been drugged, raped, abused at this football game and apparently had been lying about it all along. He was worried about her but also furious at being lied to.

“What about Kerry?” it probably wasn’t the best thing to be asking, especially because of how their relationship had been strained by Kerry’s presence up to then, but it was all he could think about. Had they hurt his baby sis as well? “did they hurt her? Rape her?”

Joey couldn’t even wait for an answer without imagining it. He was trembling with rage. The bastards! He wanted to track them down and hurt them, but they were already in jail, out of his reach.

“That player, Highcastle. He was one of them? Who else? I want vengeance!”

 

[princesssexci]

Kerry


Kerry at first wasnt sure what to make of some random police officer pulling her into the hotel room.
“Hey! What the fuck? Let go!” she snapped just before hearing Detective Olsen’s voice. Her nerves which had already been up calmed down. She hadn’t been expecting the group of other men.

“Oh good, she’s here, come over here slut.”

Kerry held her head high. All the men in the room were officers of some sort or thats what it appeared. She walked over to where Detective Olsen stood.

“Our little crime fighter here is going to sneak in before us and secure the evidence,”

She was…what? Her brow furrowed in confusion as she listened quietly.

“she’s going to make sure none of the evidence gets hidden or destroyed by taking it all out before we go in.”

Wait…what? She was going to get the drugs out? Wasn’t that against the law, touching evidence?

Kerry didn’t have long to object nor think about it as she felt her hoodie get pulled off, she lifted her arms so it would be easier and they fell to her sides once the hoodie was removed.

“We’re going to have her breech by oh-three-hundred,” he unzipped and pulled her jeans down to the ground, “which gives us plenty of time to wear her sexy ass out.”

She was pushed to the ground (not that she minded) and felt his cock slap against her face causing Kerry to moan. She shouldn’t enjoy this.

This was degrading and humiliating and….. so fucking hot.

Eagerly, she took Det. Olsen’s cock in her mouth and started sucking.

“Her little slut-suit has a zipper from her naval to the small of her back. Don’t be shy now.”

Her eyes widened because she hadn’t expected to feel a cock inside her so quickly but there it was. “Mmmmmpppphhh…” she moaned around Det. Olsens cock continuing to bob her head. She’d been waiting weeks to taste him again, to fuck him.

To be his little cockwhore…

Kerry wasn’t expecting him to share her but if that got him off, if he liked seeing other men fuck her then so be it. She’d fuck whoever he wanted. Her mouth inched further down his cock until she couldn’t take anymore. The head hit the back of her throat.

~Stormy~

Stormy had been equally enjoying Joey’s arms wrapped around her. It was starting to feel like things might go back to normal but honestly she shouldve known that if she mentioned a crime her boyfriend would go into hero mode.

What annoyed her was that he seemed to care more about Kerry getting raped over her. Of course that was important , if it happened.

“What about Kerry? did they hurt her? Rape her?”

“I don’t know, Joey. “ Stormys tone was very monotone

Was it selfish that she just wanted Joey to focus on just her? Maybe.

“That player, Highcastle. He was one of them? Who else? I want vengeance!”

“Yes? Um…” Fuck she couldn’t remember the other guys names.”I…can’t remember.”

Shit. He was going into Batman mode. Stormy brushed her fingers through her red hair.

“Joey, please can we just not …Highcastle and his friends are already in jail. I just want to go back to normal.”