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CANDY ASS AND MOONSHINE
Jessica Lockhart; all 5'8", green eyed, ash blonde, 36GG-24
36, 18 year old, Southern Belle, beauty pageant scholarship
winner, poured into a too tight T-shirt and too short mini
skirt, sat in her train seat watching the TV/computer screen
built into the back of the seat ahead of her and smiled.
The TV was showing the live broadcast of a popular woman's
talk show where the guests, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl, were
relating their latest successful capture of a new Delta City
villain; the Terrordicktail. A guy dressed up in a flying
pterodactyl outfit who had been pulling robberies and rapes
of the down town high rises.
As was often the case, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl had leapt
off the subject of the capture and were in a full rip
snorting romp into absolute moonshine and lunacy.
"And how do you think that made me feel, Offal?" Ms.
Americana grasped the shows host, Offal Windy's, wrist and
squeezed it on the verge of tears. "To find my sidekick in
public stroking a pair of cocks!"
"It was two roosters and we were at a petting zoo! With
orphans!" Flag Girl yelled in retort.
"Yes," Ms. Americana sobbed. "In front of orphans!"
"Please! Stop talking! Now!" Flag Girl fumed.
"And don't get me started on all those carrots and cucumbers
I find in her bedroom," Ms. Americana looked up into the spot
lights as her lower lip trembled.
"Those are for eye and face masks!" Flag Girl cried out in
pale shock.
"The teen years are the hardest for a mentor and her
sidekick," Offal wheezed with a deadpanned voice with her
blank hound dog face. The entire audience cheered and amen
and applauded as if they had heard the voice of god spout a
new universal truth, and Flag Girl hung her head and moaned.
Jessica giggled and smirked before looking away from the
train wreck playing out on the TV screen and out the large
window to her right where Delta City proper was spilling away
now in a blur into annexed vasal lands.
Whenever a large city creeps up to a small town the result is
always the same. The large city swallows up the small town
and enslaves it.
The small town becomes a tax base for the wealthy of the
large city. The small town property taxes instantly become
unlivable and the wealthy buy up their homes and tare them
down and build 'efficiencies' apartment buildings for their
factory slaves to live and die in, in one room cozy comfort.
The small businesses are torn down as well and large
corporation versions move in; which pay less and offer less
health care and benefits. They take away paid holidays and
since the left over vacations are paid out at the end of the
year above the carried over same two weeks, they don't have
to ever be approved. So there is no paid time off. Just a
perpetual two weeks you can never use and a few measly days
above that accrued over the year. All lost to taxes on the so
called paycheck.
Worked constantly above their pay grades without ever getting
the extra pay and all over time hours simply vanished off
their paychecks. And ever police department you call to
complain of the abuses and crimes saying the same thing; 'get
a lawyer.' As if the poor ever could. And what hope is there
in a land where law enforcement officers get to pick and
choose what is a crime and what is not in their responses?
A free market is the name the wealthy call a slave market.
Luckily we have super heroines who fight mutant monsters from
Mars and in turn also ignore the hundreds of felonies that
the local Wal-Mart is committing on a daily basis.
Ignoring what is really destroying this and every other
country. Not illegal aliens seeking work, not homosexuals
falling in love and getting married, not people of different
races living in peace, no, it's the wealthy eating the middle
class alive.
Jessica sighed and removed the hand from her lap of the man
pretending to be asleep in the chair next to hers and set it
back on his armrest. Every since they had left the Delta City
downtown terminal and she had taken her seat the man who had
sat down next to her had pretended to be asleep and let his
hand fall off his seat's armrest to land upon her thigh.
At first she had simply kept putting it back on his armrest
with a disgusted sigh. But eventually, tired of this and
getting a little turned on she had let it plop and remain.
She even had spread her legs a little and let his hand very
slowly slide up her well shaved leg. But when he had reached
her pantie-less unshaven crotch the hand had froze and the
man had begun to sweat. The hand just lay there before her
young fertile bean field and seemed paralyzed to go any
further. Talk about disappointing and frustrating!
Jessica watched the buildings and farm fields solidify like
instant vanilla pudding with vanilla wafers as the train
slowed. She grabbed up her large shoulder purse while giving
the TV/computer screen imbedded in the back of the chair
ahead of her one last glance.
"Look, I'm not a nymphomaniac! Stop calling me that!" Flag
Girl was cringing back into her seat as Offal Windy was
leaning toward her and jabbing a haggard talon in the teens
face.
"Ask her about all those down-blouse cell phone pics she
keeps posting on the Super Heroine Website," Ms. Americana
was draped over the hunched back of Offal Windy and
whispering into her ear.
"Are you serious?! This from a woman who weekly posts selfies
on, RATE MY BEAVER!" Flag Girl snarled as she continued to
curl up in to a defensive fetal position in her seat.
"A wild life fan site like bird watchers... only with
beavers," Ms. Americana quickly whispered as Offal nodded
sagely.
"Sometimes a teen girl gets so wicked one is forced to use a
good ole fashion spanking," Offal nodded. "Gus, could you
lend us a hand?"
"Sure thing Ms. Offal," Gus, set aside his head phone mic and
his clip board and began to take off his large belt. The
crowd cheered and Flag Girl whimpered as the wall of muscle
descended upon her in his massive skin tight 'Black Lives
Matter' T-shirt. "Been a while since I tanned a disrespecting
white teens horny hide... At least two shows ago."
Jessica giggled and then frowned at the man still pretending
to sleep in his chair and she kicked his legs out of her way
causing him to spin in his chair and fall violently upon the
train cabins floor. "Touch me again pervert and I will White
Rose your ass!"
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Jessica Lockhart quickly made her way out of the train
station and on to the streets of what was once a small town
called, Independence. Now, an annexed suburb. The once bright
well lit and clean streets full of bustling family houses and
a small bell tower town hall; were a ghastly gray grimy
sparse ugly ruins of industrial apartment buildings with
trash lined near empty streets spotted with vagrants and
drunks and drug dealers and an almost endless line of sex
shops and massage pallors and tatoo stands... and Wal-Marts.
Jessica quickly zeroed in on a parking lot where the
picturesque town hall had once stood and now stood miles away
in one of Delta City's gated rich communities as part of an
eighteen hole golf course novelty background.
Jessica reached the parking lot full of rusted dangerous to
drive cars but not alone as she had hoped. For the one
problem with Jessica moving quickly was that it caused all
her 'girly parts' to move even more quickly as well.
Those oversized jugs and bubble butt seemingly stuck on her
thin frame and her super model face were eye catching enough,
but set the jugs and butt jiggling and men not just stared
they tended to follow like a hypnotized herd.
So it was now. A group of about twenty men, mouth open, drool
on chins, eyes glazed, staggering slowly behind her as she
weaved through the parked cars next to the train station.
Most of these cars looked as if they hadn't moved in months
and most of these men looked as if they hadn't had sex in
even longer!
Usually, the swaying pecker parade was amusing if not a
complement, on most days, but today it was an annoyance and
Jessica Lockhart, the hart breaker teen and all around
flirtatious chronic cocktease, was a bit miffed at how to
lose the centipede of men following her through the maze of
parked cars.
First she needed to raise those masts to full staff and thus
direct as much blood away from those so called brains and
fluster them even more. She carefully pretended to drop her
purse and bent over at the waist to make sure that all her
knights in chivalrous shinning armor understood that their
fair maiden wasn't into wearing anything as silly as panties.
"Rate my beaver indeed, boys," the southern super heroine
whispered to herself with a grin and then she kicked a tube
of lipstick with her boot toe and sighed the most helpless
worried sigh she could and even added a teary eyed, "shucks."
The men went racing after the rolling tube of lipstick like
it was the last brain on a zombie planet.
By the time the small mob had found and wrestled for it the
ash blonde debutante had vanished!
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Jessica Lockhart was now alone twenty feet up off the ground
behind one of the large billboards that boxed in three sides
of the parking lot.
She was busy slipping off her clothes and exchanging them for
her super heroine costume contained in her large purse.
The eye mask went on first before anything was taken off. And
then she stripped naked. She then slipped on her costume. She
placed her ID and credit card and cell phone into her hidden
boot top pockets. If anyone managed to bring a ladder and
climb up to back of the billboard they would find only a
rather nondescript purse full of a change of cheap clothes.
Normally, she did not change in public. Especially in the era
of Closed Circuit Security Cameras everywhere watching
everything. But the distance was too far to fly in costume
and she had learned that putting yourself in costume into a
confined place for any length of time within reach of the
general public was a nightmare of pawings and gropings and
endless cell phone selfies that were almost always down
blouse nipple slip shots.
Not that as Jessica Lockhart it was much different. It just
seemed as Amazing Babe a LOT of young girls came up to her
wanting selfies and autographs and she felt the sexual
harassment by the men in front of such young future women was
just wrong. As Jessica Lockhart it was mostly men mobbing her
and she didn't have that queer vibe of young girls in the mix
to make her so nervous. Because Jessica Lockhart was an
attention whore and exhibitionist and cocktease and no amount
of external political correctness was going to change this.
As far as the White Rose movement to stop sexual harassment
toward women she was a little confused. She knew that if you
took one hundred males and put them in a room and introduced
one sexy hot female. That ten of the men would act like pervy
dogs all but raping the girl and possibly raping her if the
other men didn't stop them. Another twenty might stare and
drool and be pervy dogs in their minds, but no touchy.
Another ten might glance and then go back to their thoughts
and glance again and frown at the girl's beauty as one might
the unexpected arrival of heard of ghost deer. The rest just
ignore her either because they saw nothing there of immediate
interest or because they were gay.
Now, if you made all those men somehow 'empowered' over the
girl. Then they all became pervy dogs and it was a gang bang.
In other words, if men are rich and are use to women slutting
up to them constantly because they are rich or famous then
they tend to act like pervy dogs as it's learned behavior and
excused by their power.
To end mainstream sexual harassment what one FIRST has to do
is make the powerful and wealthy no longer powerful or
wealthy.
Then you are only dealing with a few handful of pervy dogs
who you promptly send off to jail or chemical castration.
The White Rose movement makes no sense because its wealthy
rich beautiful powerful women who want to remain wealthy and
beautiful and powerful and tell men not to behave like pervy
dogs.
It's sort of like yelling out your driver's side window at
the Daytona 500 for everyone else to slow down so you can
win.
Sexual harassment is surely wrong and disgusting. But sexual
harassment in the business world all hinges on wealth and
power for the most part, and to have wealth and power and
want to keep it when it is the critical hinge point to
stopping and preventing the very thing you say you are trying
to stop and prevent is rather... well, bullshit-y.
Still Jessica liked roses, yellow more than white though, and
she enjoyed pinning a white rose to her braless skin tight
see-through tops, right above the pert hard basically exposed
left nipple just to see men cringe and sweat and become
increasingly confused.
She enjoyed this a lot.
In costume now, with her civilian clothes well hid in her
purse, she stood up and took in a deep lungs full of air and
then immediately coughed. For the air in Independence which
had always been pure and crisp was now leaden and sludgy and
legally poisonous though no cop cared.
The sweat shop mills and huge pig lot factory farms fouled
the air and water and the entire place looked like a film set
for some futuristic apoplectic apocalypse movie; only the
flaming oil barrels and women wearing bikinis under plastic
see-through rain coats was missing.
Waving an expensive nail polished gloved hand in front of her
face she squinted her eyes and flew thankfully up wind of the
cancerous American Dream and headed to her destination at the
river side Mort Motor Works Manufacturing.
The air was a bit better by the river and the factory like
most factories invading suburbia was much nicer looking than
the dull concrete apartment buildings that surrounded it.
One can always tell slavery when the place you work is nicer
than your home.
The parking lot was full of brand new cars. None more than a
year old and most costing more than what any of the hourly
workers would earn in ten to twenty years.
The cars belonged to the non-working salaried management of
course; the workers had to walk six blocks from their
'employee parking garage' the fee to use being automatically
deducted from 'their' paychecks wether they used the parking
garage or not, along with dozens of other deductions of which
they had no say and no choice. Including having all their
wages being automatically placed upon a company credit card
for which they were charged a monthly fee to have access to
their pay. A Wal-Mart idea of which most recent illegal ideas
had come from and being ignored by the police had been taken
up by other companies with a shoulder shrug of their sixteen
thousand dollar suits.
The Mort company made cars. Sort of. What they really made
was the software and mechanical hardware to make 'self
driving cars'. The fact that no one wanted self driving cars
did not seem to matter to the Mort company or anyone else in
political power. Despite the fact that it was being estimated
that twenty million people world wide would be put out of
work in four to five years once self driving cars hit the
roads.
No person wanted self driving cars. But companies did! A self
driving van or truck or plane or car could cut company pay
roll by millions over the years. Billions across the planet.
But none of that savings would be used to lower consumer
cost. It would just be fed straight to the wealthy owners and
investors ravenous pockets.
The fact that a loss of twenty million jobs would completely
devastate and destroy the worlds economy as no such technical
invention had ever done before and that it would be
impossible to train or create any sort of income jobs for
these displaced people apparently meant nothing to those
doing it as it would only increase disposable labor pool
desperation and let politicians and their wealthy buddies
lower wages even more and more and more. While increasing
their power and abuse over all the non-wealthy around them.
And turning 'grabbing a pussy in public by the Prez' into
open white slavery.
Maybe if we wore a rose?
Amazing Babe had mix feelings about answering Maxwell Mort
the president of Mort Manufacturing. Not because he was one
of hundreds of wealthy CEO's bringing about an inevitable
global economic melt down within the next forty years, but
because this wasn't HER sort of case.
Amazing Babe was use to... Well, getting topped and ass raped
to be honest on almost all her 'cases.' But those cases were
generally about street gangs pulling heists or mutants coming
out of the sewers at night and raping high school
cheerleaders. Things she could personally relate to.
Maybe the occasional team up with Flag Girl which usually
meant twice the toppings and four times the humiliating
rapes, but otherwise a lot of girl's night out fun, might go
a little deeper in the criminal sludge pile.
But this was different. A man named Eddie Schlock, one of the
Mort low hourly paying programing techs, had been found dead
in the Mort management only parking lot right next to the
building. More over, it was believed by local police that
Mister Schlock had stolen just moments before his murder
important data from the company.
Mr. Mort had contacted the Delta City Super Heroine web sites
Amazing Babe web page and asked for Amazing Babe by name for
help?!
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Mort's office was all one expected in extravagant tasteless
wealth. Even the pencils were made out of rare nearly extinct
rainforest wood. Costing more for a box of a dozen than most
of his hourly serfs earned in a year of unpaid overtime.
His large office even came with a privet elevator so he
wouldn't have to be bothered with going through the security
guard post with all the common scum he employed.
"I am not sure what help you expect from me, Mr. Mort?"
Amazing Babe was using her best official husky, I'm more than
that Amazing rack and butt you can't peal your eyes off of;
I'm a super heroine damn it! voice."
"Really?! I've explained it four times now." Mort sighed and
tried again. "The Police believe that Ned stole the soft ware
out of my safe and then was murdered by his contact in the
parking lot. But I've known Ted for years! He was my best
friend and would NEVER do such a thing!"
"I'm pretty sure his name was Ed or Eddie." Amazing Babe
unfolded one of her gloved hands from under her huge pert
breasts and stuck her thumb in her small wet open mouth as
she thought.
"Sure, yeah, whatever. Ed. I knew him by his high school
nickname, Fred." Mr. Mort shrugged from behind his desk where
he was standing up with his hands on the desk top.
"But I thought you just called him Ted?" Amazing Babe frowned
and began indulging in her oral fixation by sucking on her
thumb with serious gusto.
"What matters, is that the police are stuck on this whole guy
stealing some soft ware and getting whacked in the parking
lot and are thus now dead end stumped.
And they will remain stumped and this vital intellectual
property lost until they drop this idea and look along
another path. Which they won't because, god love them, they
are idiots! Not good for much more than beating up the
homeless and keeping my hourly associates in line. Oh, and
shooting unarmed blacks. They really got that down pat." Mr.
Mort straitened up and folded his arms across his own young
impressive chest under his car loan collateral worthy suit.
"If I may be so bold as to ask. What is this 'other' path you
seem to want me to investigate that the police have no
interest in?" Amazing Babe removed the thumb from her mouth
letting a long strand of bubble gum lip gloss drool dribble
down her chin.
"I just don't believe Red would steal from me and I don't
believe there was any industrial spying going on. Yes, the
tech was removed from my safe, but not like the police are
saying. I am not even sure Head's death even has anything to
DO with the stolen soft ware. Call it a gut instinct." Mr.
Mort unfolded his arms and placed one on his narrow waist as
he brushed the other through his short expensively styled
hair.
'He's cute and I wouldn't mind having him take me bent over
that desk of his... but I just don't like getting it on with
guys who wear more make-up and take longer getting their hair
done than I do?' Thought Amazing Babe and thus she completely
missed what Mr. Mort had just said for now the fifth time as
she imagined in graphic detail Mr. Mort having his way with
her as she placed her knees in the seat of his high back
leather office chair and hugged the back as he took her from
behind and rolled her all around the office. Using the force
of his hammering penetrations to propel them along.
"What I am trying to say is that I want you to concentrate on
finding the stolen tech. Rather than looking for this man's
killer. I don't think he stole it and I don't think his
killer took it. I think its probably still here, in the
building. Look for another thief and I am sure you will find
a new trail of clues. These local police are nothing but
thugs with badges. They are pit bulls not blood hounds." Mr.
Mort narrowed his eyes at the super heroine before him who
was now floating a few inches off the floor with her toes
pointed inwards and her eyes rolled back in her head as she
panted out of her drooling open mouth.
"Ahhh, are you all right?" Mr. Mort asked.
"Carpet burn," Amazing Babe murmured and purred and then
suddenly shuddered and then gave a sharp refreshing chipper
"WHOO" and smiled, blinking into awareness again. "So, what
did you want me to do?" She panted with a radiant post orgasm
smile.
*************************************************************
"This case sucks," Amazing Babe sighed as she walked along
the maze of cubicles. "Already an hour on the job and not
topped once!"
She poked her head into a cubical to find a wage slave typing
endlessly on a key board that looked about a decade outdated.
"Excuse me," She thrust her shoulders back and shoved her
tits forward until she thought the back of her head would
surely hit her own full backside. "I was wondering if you
could help me?"
The man working the keyboard was not a pimple faced geek but
a guy who looked like he should be a long shore man barking
at Marlon Brando in some black and white movie.
"Yeah," the guy stared at her rack for a few seconds and then
went back to typing.
He was dressed shabby. But not geek shabby. More like poor
shabby.
"So, you guys are hourly? I thought tech guys were all
salary? And, well, relatively well paid?" She knew the guy
couldn't be well paid because rich guys stared at her rack
for ten minutes minim!
"Well, when you let rich guys create new tech for the sole
purpose of cutting rich guys payroll costs by firing people
and replacing them with that tech and then adding the savings
to their salaries then all those out of work people have to
be retrained and reemployed. And for decades now that means
teaching all of us how to write code. So now, a once thriving
high tech market is saturated with night school former manual
labors. So they make us hourly because it lets them pay us a
lot less and let's them toss out the benefits the salary guys
used to get." The man paused his typing and talking to pluck
up a mug and take a slurp of instant coffee. He then removed
the top of his thermos and refilled the cup.
"No, free coffee anymore, huh?" She offered not knowing what
to ask the man.
"No more break rooms," the man said in a dead pan shrug.
Suddenly he perked up just slightly as he went back to
typing. "Say, have you noticed that everyone talks like
robots anymore? I mean, everyone is sort of gaining this
permanent monotone to their speech. I just realized it
because you have that smoky bourbon southern peach accent. I
blame all those automated answering machines every company
now use that displaced several thousands of employees. You
have to talk like a robot for the machine to understand you.
No one likes the answering machines. No one wanted that tech.
And like I said thousands lost their jobs. Only the rich
wanted it. By getting rid of labor costs they get richer but
then you have no more middle class. Just slaves and the
wealthy. Maybe that is what you should be investigating; the
missing middle class and punish those responsible for making
them disappear?"
"Yeah, well you would have to get a lawyer for that. Not
really my thing," Amazing Babe pushed back a strand of her
ash blonde hair over her ear. "But you are right. I am
working on this stolen tech and murder case."
"Aren't they one and the same," the man paused for another
slurp of coffee.
"Not according to Mr. Mort," Amazon Babe blew upwards at
another stray lock of hair falling over her eyes. The
computers all had their own water cooled internal systems so
the building didn't need anymore air-conditioning for the
computers and they saw no need for any for their employes and
the warmth and humidity was playing havoc with her hair. She
wondered if the man would let her turn his small plastic
clamp fan toward her?
"Well, he might be right. I can't picture Eddie stealing
anything from the company. Not even a pen by accident left in
his shirt pocket. He once came back on his weekend off to
return a freaking pen! I shit you not. He was about as gung
ho as you can get for this company. Really believed in the
whole self driving car stuff." The man rubbed his nose and
went back to typing.
"Not you though? You don't believe in this self driving car
stuff?" Amazing Babe asked as she absently tucked a stray
nipple back into her top.
"Look. I have lost four careers because of some new tech
innovation and been retrained each time. After you give your
all and work your ass off only to get fucked by some CEO and
his principle investors greed and fired that first time and
losing everything you had saved up. You sort of stop caring
about much of anything."
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"Well, I have wandered around the entire building and chatted
with dozens of workers and gone to six different lunches with
six different salaried members of management and had to
wrestle my way free of several White Rose moments on those
lunches. Gesh! What a girl has to put up with for some stale
roast beef! So, I have been topped now, six times, but not in
the usual way I am used to... and lost my bottoms only once.
That head of security guy is really thorough!!!" Amazing Babe
stretched her arms with fingers laced above her head and then
behind her back as she grunted and felt a few bones pop.
She let her arms fall loose to her sides and let her
shoulders droop. "But what have I learned? That none of the
hourly workers think Eddie stole the advance prototype
program for the self driving car. And that all the salary
guys think I should be sucking their dicks. Not very helpful
and not going to happen."
"Though it IS odd that the head of a car company doesn't
drive one of his company cars? When Mort took me out to lunch
I was surprised by that? He said his car was in the shop for
repairs? But if you own a company that makes cars... why
would you need to take your car to a garage for repairs?"
Amazing Babe wandered through the dimly lit corridors. Most
of the hourly employees had left after a twelve hour day of
which they only got paid for eight. The salaried management
had all left right after lunch having put in their typical
three to four hour day.
Meanwhile the fully automated dimly lit factory continued to
churn out Mort self driving cars which because of the lack of
the stolen prototype program still couldn't self drive.
"With all the management gone you would think anyone could
just steal stuff." Amazing Babe stopped and looked up at a
security camera which was zooming in on her nipple slipping
cleavage. "But they have cameras everywhere. And that head of
security was very strict and thorough. He searched four times
before he was assured that I had nothing hidden upon or in my
person. Man, can he use the utensil's! I didn't even know you
could do THAT with a stun baton?! I should have taken notes."
"Hmmm," she looked around her as she walked from one late
night working stiff pool of cubical light through the dark to
the next. "Say! What I should do is check out Eddies
cubical?!"
With a few brief visits to red eyed workers she was directed
to the dead man's cubical. It was more decorated with company
approved and paycheck deducted company promo knickknacks but
other than that it was identical to the dozens she had
already seen.
The police had already taken away all software and hardware
from the cubicle.
But they had left behind the paper desk top calendar which
was covered in scrawls. Tinny notes and abbreviations and
cryptic short hand.
Amazing Babe took the calendar and made her way over to an
empty work station and logged in. She had seen almost
everyone log in and out of the company's data base and had
already memorized dozens of passwords.
She had already known Eddie's pass word as well as Mort's
from looking at the security tapes of the day in question.
The head of security seemed to be more interested in
searching her than to pay any attention to what she was
looking at. And of course Mr. Mort had given her complete
access and clearance; though she seriously doubted he meant
that to include his personal files.
She popped around on the computer in payroll and phone logs
and visitor passes. And checked them against the desk
calendar until she had deciphered much of it.
Then she made her way to payroll to look at the physical
records as well as the physical log books of comings and
goings.
Then she called the police and had a nice long talk with
Detective Travelers and Detective Wrong.
When morning came. Amazing Babe was in Mr. Mort's office with
the local police waiting for him.
"I hope you have some fresh leads," Mr. Mort buzzed past the
waiting police and super heroine after an initial recoil at
seeing them in his office. His privet electronic secretary
had said nothing about anyone waiting in his office for him?!
He had made a mental note to fire his electronic secretary
until he realized you can't?!
"Some," Amazing Babe smiled and crossed her arms under her
huge chest melons as the man sat down and picked up his ear
mic and ordered himself coffee from his office coffee bot
without offering any to anyone else.
"Some," he repeated and steepled his fingers together as he
leaned back in his high back leather office chair.
Amazing Babe took one last wistful look at the chair and
sighed and then shook her head. "There has been a lot of
falsifying of almost all of your computer logs in this
building. Fortunately it's not an entirely paperless world.
And I was able to find out what had been changed and then it
was only a matter of asking why?"
"Really. I will have to have our security systems looked
into," Mr. Mort barked into his ear mic and tapped a few
ghost keys hovering above his desk. "So, what did you find?"
"Well, I am sorry Mr. Mort but you were wrong about Eddie. He
DID steal your prototype soft ware. Sort of." Amazing Babe
put her hands on the sides of her hips and shook her tits at
the confused man.
"But you were right about him not trying to sell the software
to another company. In fact, he stole the software to keep
YOU from selling it to another company. Something which your
principle powerful investors would not have liked." Amazing
Babe sighed and shook her tits a little harder as if she were
shaking her finger at a naughty boy.
"Of course you knew he had stolen the program because he came
up to your office and told you he had stolen it and why and
then perhaps a bit naively told you he was going to the
investors to a meeting he had set up with them to tell them
you were intent upon selling off the company's data. So, you
let him storm out of your office and then you used that
private elevator of yours to beat him to the manager parking
lot he had to walk through to the employee parking garage and
there you killed him."
"This is absurd. You can consider yourself fired from this
investigation and are now trespassing. Please feel free to
arrest this indecently clad woman for trespassing officers.
We will be pressing charges," Mr. Mort rubbed his temple and
called into his ear bud mic for his security head and for his
automated secretary to put in a call to the governor's
office.
The police did not move.
"Wedding cake." Amazing Babe smiled.
"What? What are you blathering about now?" Mr. Mort frowned
and then shot the immobile police officers an angry stare.
"Wedding cake. It's slang. It's used to refer to a young
woman's vagina. And if a teen girl has sex and the guy
doesn't pull out in time; she calls it, 'having my wedding
cake frosted.' Kind of cute really." Amazing Babe sighed and
smiled.
"What the hell? Has everyone gone mad here except me? Why the
hell are you not doing your job and arresting this big titted
cheerleader slut?! And where the fuck is my call to the
governor's office?!" Mr. Mort was starting to flush.
"What it means is that young people are constantly revamping
language with slang. Some of it old people steal and most
they simply can't fathom." Amazing Babe crossed her arms
under her huge breasts and scowled. "You were seen when you
murdered Mr. Ed Schlock. You were seen by some local skate
borders. They spray paint tagged your car saying as much.
But in slang. I wondered when you took me out to lunch that
you were driving a car that was not labeled like rest of your
salaried management cars with Mort company logos. And that is
because its a loner while your car gets a new paint job. Of
course the computer car spray paint place takes all kinds of
pictures of the car; before and after. For legal protection."
Mr. Mort frowned but said nothing. Then he slowly asked his
electric secretary to call his lawyer.
"The physical paper logs show several visits from a man we
have traced to working with one of your chief rivals. He was
more than willing to confess his company wanted to buy up
your software. After all, that's not a crime. But murder is.
He has already made a statement to these gentlemen here about
his visits and his intents and your consent." Amazing Babe
still had her arms crossed but now she was floating above the
floor and soon above Mr. Mort's desk.
"Your head of security is also busy right now making his own
statement to carbolate the visits as well. As far as the
stolen tech that Eddie took. I found it early this morning in
your safe. Eddie simply told you he had taken the disk drives
from your safe. It was a bluff which you fell for. You were
so much in a hurry to stop him before he could leave and
contact the investors. That you killed him. Thinking he had
the data on him. But it was in your safe all the time. What
he did was hack your electronic secretary and your security
digital tapes so it LOOKED like he opened your safe.
Performing the much easier task of hacking then trying to
open your impressive safe. I myself found the combination
impossible and had to rip the safe open with my bare hands."
Amazing Babe was now floating above Mr. Mort and had placed
one booted foot on top of his head.
Detective Wrong pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and
glanced at it, "all right we found the skate boarder kids and
they are making a statement that they saw you kill Mister
Schlock. The investors are NOW saying that Eddie DID set up
an appointment with the board but when he didn't show up and
they read of his murder they decided to shut up about it."
"Now, what was that about a big titted cheerleader slut?"
Amazing Babe looked angrily down at Mr. Mort sunk down in his
chair with her boot firmly pressing down upon his head.
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"So, I heard you worked with the Independence Police force to
solve some murder. What was that like?" Flag Girl stuffed a
hand full of Dairy Queen fires into her mouth and reached for
her shake.
"Uh," Amazing Babe waved her hand in front of her, "Dull!
Didn't even get my wedding cake frosted."
"Whoa! Seriously! What kind of weird ass crime fighting is
that?!" Flag Girl spoke between slurps and swallows. "Say! I
was thinking about cracking open a new Super Secret Flag Girl
File! After all its been a while!"
"We did one just last week," Amazing Babe sighed. "Don't you
remember; it was you, me, and Azure Angel and we followed
that lead you had about the Pet Fun Company smuggling in
endangered giant squids to sell on the black market. It took
days for all those sucker marks to wear off my tits!"
"OH! But I got a goody that I have been saving up!" Flag Girl
squealed and rubbed her gloved hands together with a
mischievous laugh.
"You save up crimes?! How can you do that?!" Amazing Babe
frowned but was cut off by Flag Girl before she could
continue berating her.
"This one's cool! And it should have a lot of anal in it and
you're really into that right?" Flag Girl winked.
"What?! That's insane! How do these rumors even get
started?!" Amazing Babe threw up her gloved hands in
exasperation and the waitress misunderstanding brought her
another shake and plate of hamburger and fries which Flag
Girl fell upon. "Besides... how can a crime have 'a lot of
anal in it'?"
"HA! Knew you would be interested! So, we need blubber tits
Azure Angel for this one too. This one involves Doctor
Lactose so we are going to need that over jugged teen to keep
him busy!"
"Doctor Lactose and anal?! What kind of crime is this?"
Amazing Babe frowned.
"The anal comes from all the werewolves. They love it back
door and doggy style!" Flag Girl howled and then shoved the
burger in her mouth. "I'm calling it case file: #199 'Candy
Ass and Moonshine'!"
"You know we have only done like five of these secret case
file things," Amazing Babe sighed and rolled her eyes. "Wait
a minute?! I think my murder mystery adventure was called,
'Candy Ass and Moonshine'?!"
"Hey! Quit scrunching my Secret Files! Besides YOUR adventure
was boring! Not one rape! Not one moment of even heavy
petting! I mean what the hell was that?!" Flag Girl started
in on Amazing Babes fries.
"Well, I was being sensitive to the White Rose movement,"
Amazing Babe held up her chin and humphed.
"On a porn site?! Get real! That's about as dumb ass as DC
Comics coming out of a rocking 52 and into REBIRTH where they
destroy all their super heros by making them politically
correct and ready for pre-teen reading. Except that 80% of
their subscribers are males over thirty and want the big
busty pulps action of the past more adult comics! Now, we
have women who look like boys and super heros who behave like
corporate trial lawyers! And the subscriptions plummeting
faster than The Donald going down on the last chicken leg in
the bucket!" Flag Girl threw a fry at Amazing Babe and then
hurried to pluck it out of the Southern teens cleavage and
greedily swallow it.
"Okay, okay, Gesh! Need some help down from that high horse
you're galloping around on?! Okay. So, I'm in. What's the
plan?" Amazing Babe leaned forward which caused her huge teen
tits to push the food on the small table dangerously close to
falling in to Flag Girl's lap.
"AWE! Watch it!" Flag Girl yelped, "Now, first you are going
to need a Girl Scout uniform from Fredrick of Hollywood's, a
red hooded cloak, a pair of penis cuffs, an albino donkey, a
lacrosse stick, and five gallons of anal lube- Don't worry
the lacrosse stick is to just throw them off. You won't have
to use it... probably. But if you do. Just remember it's
righty tighty and lefty loosey."
"Check please!"
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