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THE FORBIDDEN
"Yummie Wang; 5' 2", 108 pounds, 38 JJ-cup -22 - 36, age 18,
Brown long hair (past her waist), Dark brown eyes, Long slim
figure. No known living relatives or established associates.
Has martial art training in ninjitsu and weapons... AKA:
Azure Angel. No Known Address. Last Known Sighting; United
States of America... narrowing vector... Delta City as of 13
hours and twenty-seven minutes ago at Delta City Hawkwind
Memorial Bridge."
The information flickered upon the blood splattered monitor
screen and then the cracked sparking computer station went
dead.
The lone dark figure straightened up from the computer
terminal and brooded in thought. All around it lights flicked
from half hanging florescent housings revealing; over turned
desks, knocked over and emptied file cabinets, shattered
partitions, broken cubicle glass, and inert arms and legs in
pools of blood sticking out from the shadows into the
flickering wells of light.
"Hmmmm. Delta City it seems our search must take us from
Japan," the voice was mediative and gravely like a Zen rock
garden in an acid rain. The figure suddenly flickered and
rolled like a TV image with bad reception. "You have been
damaged. Return." The lights in the office went dead. Leaving
only the approaching wail of police sirens and the red and
blue flash of emergency lights strobe slashing the walls from
the shattered windows in the sudden and absolute darkness.
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Yummie Wang stretched her sweating naked body and shook out
her long lithe arms. She liked to practice her martial arts
naked and for the last four hours she had been doing just
that.
The young teen girl reached between her legs and grabbed the
tip of her pony tail and then straightened up; pulling the
tip of long hair through her thighs and pulling it up tight
so the tip of dark brown hair joined her darker patch of
pubic hair. She then raised up her thin arms and held them
stretched out to at shoulder height. The she brought her arms
in and hands together and began to weave her fingers together
into the focus points of; void, fire, water, air, body, mind,
spirt as she cleared her mind.
Yummie Wang had a long thin narrow body with a long slender
neck and a round beautiful face. The only imperfections on
her body was a light long scar on her right side of her face.
It ran from her temple to her chin. And a round tatoo
centered immediately above her proud full round hips in the
center of her lower back. It was the size of a jelly jar lid
and it contained an ever changing image of Japanese totem
glyphs that mirrored whatever power she was currently using.
Yummie Wang summoned her kantana sword. The glowing blade
jumped out of its ebony and blood red scabbard at her
commanding touch. She began to launch into a new series of
moves. Her own form. Her own style. Striking, evading,
attacking, retreating, until the sweat poured off her
glistening young body like spring rain.
When you have a slim skinny body and nature decides to wield
two perfectly formed giant JJ-cup tits to you; well trying to
use sword techniques and combat styles developed by men is
almost impossible.
Yummie Wang had learned to embrace her off center balance and
her ever jiggling cantilevered upper body honing a style
graceful and deadly and using a great deal of acrobatics
despite her inherently awkward disadvantaged that such a huge
set of tits and such a full round cheerleader bubble butt did
to her sense of equilibrium. The enormous rack (one of the
biggest in Delta City) despite being so firm and full none
the less shifted her center of balance off of her spine; but
she had learned to use this to her advantage by using the
ever jiggling mountains of soft flesh to add 'punch' to her
attacks and 'pull' to her evasions. The full round bubble
butt with its pert pointing upwards toward the heavens made
her spine bend more than a flat butt would and it put her
knees at more risk and at a more awkward angle, but just like
a cheerleader she had learned how to again make this work for
her by keeping her shoulders thrown back and keeping her
spine taught like a composite bow; releasing that kinetic
tension and energy into her movements and adding grace and
speed to her limbs. By accepting these two competing centers
of balance to her body she found she could move in snaps of
speed and sudden torques of agility that made it very
difficult for her opponents to predict or defend against.
Yummie Wang dispelled her Spirt Sword, which was her most
featured weapon, and the tatoo above her tail bone changed
its design accordingly.
The teen stepped into the barren one room apartment's open
shower stall. She washed her body with first water and then
pitchers of milk and then oiled it with scented spices. She
stepped out of the shower and toweled herself off with large
fluffy towels. She liked glitter and fluffy things. So there
was glitter on her laptop and key chain and her towels and
robe and winter coat and hat and mittens were as fluffy as
she could make them. When she was done with the towel she
tossed it into the air and it vanished.
She brushed out her long, long silken straight hair, and then
summoned her clothing for the day. There were no clothes in
Yummie Wang's one room apartment. She summoned all her
clothes upon her body just as she did her Azure Angel costume
when needed. Sadly the one and only ninja power she had
mastered was the power of changing ones attire at will.
She had to wear a real world garment first to be able to
duplicate it latter using her ninja spirt powers. This meant
she spent a lot of time down at the mall in the changing
rooms trying on the latest styles; moving about in them until
she had memorized their feel their shape with her mind body
and spirit. It did mean that she did save a lot of money on
clothing. Which was important because Yummie Wang was always
broke.
She summoned her weapons in the same way. Her Japanese long
sword, her short sword, her bow and quiver of arrows, her
wooden staff, and her spear, her sickle and chain, and her
throwing stars. Summoning a weapon used up her spirt energy
or Chi. As did clothes and so she always practiced naked so
as to not have both her attire and her weapon constantly
drawing upon her energy and exhausting her.
Many a time in combat Azure Angel had sacrificed her costume
and let herself be naked to keep her weapons summoned and her
attacks accented with her spirit power. Personally she had
found that suddenly becoming stark naked when you had such a
sexy hot body like hers in the middle of combat often proved
extremely beneficial for her as her opponents became
decidedly distracted.
The single light bulb one room apartment had in one corner a
shower stall with a missing curtain. The floor was all tiled
and there was a second drain in the center of the room as it
was a basement room. There was a wall with cupboards and a
closet. With a shelf with a microwave plugged into the one
lone plug-in. There was a stand-up refrigerator with small
freezer above hard wired into a conduit pipe. Her bed was a
futon currently rolled up that had to lay in front of her
door when in use. There was a toilet and sink next to the
shower. One cardboard table and one chair sat next to it
covered in tissue boxes and makeup and a mirror. Boxes and
coat hooks adorned the wall next to the door. She could lay
on the floor face up touching her toes to one wall and roll
in a summersault and stretch out face down and almost touch
her toes to the opposite wall. It was windowless and the
washer and dryer were outside in the hallway two floors up.
It cost her three hundred a month and included electricity
and water and trash pick up providing you didn't expect any
of those things to always work. But it was in downtown Delta
City and surrounded by big business and big crime. It was in
a word; perfect.
Unlike most of the super heroines in Delta City Yummie Wang
was not independently wealthy or the ward of an independently
wealthy guardian, nor was she employed in some high paying
job that required little of her time or effort, such as a TV
news reporter, or laser researcher, nor was she a high school
age agent for the world governments with her own special
privet helicopter to sleep in, nor was she an ex-government
astronaut with a hefty severance package for the massive NASA
sequester, nor was she sleeping and eating in a sorority on
campus living on a beauty pageant scholarship, nor was she
living off the money she had married, or inherented from her
dead parents.
No, Yummie Wang was a typical middle class citizen of the
United States of American which meant she was broke.
She worked what jobs she could find. Which meant she worked
part-time part-paying jobs that left her making such
decisions as; do I pay rent or eat, because I can't do both.
She tried to work jobs where she kept her clothes on. But
with a body like hers and a super model face that was much
harder than an average looking person can ever imagine.
No mater what her job in her off hours, day or night, she
would transform into her Azure Angel costume and patrol the
streets. Usually she had information and a lead so she seldom
truly 'patrolled' the streets. In fact with so much crime
going on she couldn't think of any super heroine who actually
'patrolled' anymore; other than Amazing Babe. That platinum
blonde Southern air head with her honey drawl and smoky looks
always seemed to spend her time floating around looking for
trouble. Then again it always found her so maybe that was her
niche her mantra.
But Azure Angel preferred action. A direct course. A plan. A
pattern. And money.
The one thing the Republican Party had taught the American
people was that 'skills' are utterly worthless. In turn, they
had created an entire nation labor pool of skill-less
workers. Of which Yummie Wang was one of millions.
But then again. She did have skills. Mad skills. And they
were in high demand. Infiltration, combat, explosives,
surveillance, it was just an unfortunate truth that those
individuals who would employe her to use her skills were the
very people she would be seeking to put into prison in her
Azure Angel guise.
It was rare for Yummie Wang to find a job opportunity that
let her use her skills and not put her in direct conflict
with her super heroine morals. And she had a lead to one such
possible job today and her summoned clothes reflected this.
Yummie Wang was wearing what three months of living in North
America had taught her; she was wearing a pleated skirt that
fell to her upper thigh, a pair of knee high socks, a pair of
slip on black leather boat shoes, a too small too tight sheer
blouse tucked into her skirt, a small gold chain on her neck
and wrist, and her long, long hair pulled back in a single
sweeping pony tail. In other words, she was wearing the
ultimate dick-tease fanboy hottie outfit AKA JAPANESE SCHOOL
GIRL.
One could easily see her large puffy areola's and always hard
nipples under the taught blouse as she never wore a bra and
when she kicked her skirt just right she flashed that she
never wore any panties either. It was ridiculous but it was
the outfit that any white male anywhere would give her the
job he was offering no matter how many other applicants had
got there first. It was also why said job suddenly not
requiring her to take off her clothes was equally difficult
to pull off as it was equally easy to land.
She had found that a titty-fuck or hand job was usually
sufficient for her to put her shirt back on and put on an
apron and actually start getting paid in face of the most
additament employer erections.
Though usually brining up the man's wife and kids just after
getting hired was enough to let her leave to start working.
Returning immediately after leaving the office and bursting
in to catch him jerking off usually meant getting the next
few days off with pay before getting fired. Yummie Wang
always got fired. Even when she showed up for work and
actually worked she would still get fired. A woman as hot as
her was just not going to be allowed to remain in a place
where another woman had to try and dwell. Wither it was the
wife suddenly stopping by and seeing her insane beauty for
the first time with shock and head shakes before storming off
to her husbands office; or just the other female employees
who all suddenly looked so very, very ugly next to her; she
would be shit canned within a week. Every time.
She had grown to prefer any job that involved her mad skills
as Azure Angel and was a one time event.
That's right, unlike every other super heroine in Delta City,
Azure Angel was for hire. Jobs were rare and few. No one
trying to pull something illegal is going to hire a super
heroine. And she had a rather nasty history of fucking up
almost all her jobs in one way or other; though as she
pointed out, they still got done even if not every building
was left standing.
To somewhat protect her identity or at least her lease; Azure
Angel had found it necessary to employ an agent. A go
between.
And the only one who had lasted more than one job on her
behalf was a guy named, Havoc Marrs. Azure Angel knew nothing
about him which was what probably kept her from hunting him
down and no doubt tossing his ass in a jail cell for he
seemed to know just about everybody and everything and few
who do are what one could call righteous upstanding citizens.
Havoc like to wear yellow jumpsuits and drink iced tonic
water non-stop and he often had women who owed him favors or
money squatted down under his desk giving him endless
blowjobs while he conducted business from his cluttered tiny
office.
The sounds of the constant slurping and popping and licking
and groans of the hidden women were somewhat annoying and
disgusting but it also meant a woman with Yummie Wang's looks
had little to fear from being 'too' double crossed by Mister
Marrs.
And it was Yummie Wang who would always meet Havoc. She would
show up and pretend to be the go-between for Azure Angel.
Yummie would sit in the uncomfortable old fashioned high back
chair amongst the piles of overflowing file containers and
empty pizza boxes her hands clasped on her lap her head
tilted down demurely he huge breasts each larger than her
head shuddering and quivering with each breath and heart beat
while the always sweating redheaded pompadour haired Havoc
Marrs had his prong sucked on by some grunting woman hidden
under his desk.
Today was no different though the girl under the desk seemed
a bit more 'into it' than usual and eyeing the tossed off
nun's habit in the corner of the room Yummie Wang could guess
why.
Havoc blew his wad twice during the brief conversation which
was rare and meant the girl under the desk had some mad
skills of her own. But as usual it was Yummie's breasts
visible under her semi-transparent taunt blouse that Havoc
couldn't take his eyes off of so she was not as jealous as
she might have been at yet another girl having more
appreciable sills than she did in this strange society she
now called home.
The job Havoc had lined up for Azure Angel was simple; Azure
was to retrieve a stolen item. The person paying was the
rightful owner. The item was a rare antique and the person
who stole it had in turn sold it to a privet collector. Both
original owner and privet collector knew one another and were
in fact long time friends. No police or charges would be
forthcoming. Colleterial damage was not acceptable. Any
serious injury to anyone other than Azure Angel was not
acceptable.
The fee, four thousand dollars after Havoc's commission,
would be paid in full and in cash once the item had been
recovered.
Yummie Wang agreed to the job on Azure Angel's behalf and got
up to leave. As she turned she paused and bent over at the
waist to adjust her shoe which had slipped off. This of
course gave Havoc an unobstructed view of her naked sex which
caused Havoc to grab the back of the head of the girl under
the desk and savagely skull fuck her until he blew a wad so
powerful it came shooting out her nose and had him all red
face and sweating in rigid frozen twitching seizures until he
collapsed face first onto his desk.
Yummie Wang pretended not to notice and slipped out of the
office with a sly smile on her face. Okay, maybe she had been
just a touch jealous. Bitch.
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Yummie Wang had walked almost four blocks away from Havoc's
office in its dilapidated downtown building; her heavy full
breasts swaying and bouncing with each stride, her full
pendulum ass swaying off her narrow tiny waist, the wind
skipping up her hem of her short pleated school skirt and
flashing her bare ass cheeks, popping the wood on over a
hundred men before she decided it was time to slip into
something a bit more ass kicking.
She slipped into and through a market stall at a fast clipped
pace entering as Yummie Wang in her 'SKOLE GRL' outfit and
leaving onto another backstreet as Azure Angel in her super
heroine costume without breaking stride.
Though it was still early afternoon and the sun warm and
golden Azure decided it was time to scope out the job site.
She summoned her chain with its sickle at one end and a heavy
weight at the other and tossing the weight to wrap around a
second story flag pole jutting out of the side of a building;
mentally re-coiled the chain pulling her rapidly upwards
where she instantly dispelled her sickle and chain and let
her momentum catapult her high into the sky. She then
resummoned her sickle and chain and repeated the process.
Pulling and flipping and soaring her way across downtown and
out toward the rich gated community of Somerset Grove.
As Azure Angel crossed the city in syne-wave dolphin oceanic
strides; it was impossible not to see the looming upside down
bloom of the great glowing floating construct that everyone
was saying was the new impregnable base of Mister Fear.
Even now a week after it first appeared the occasional
'whomp' of a missile harmlessly detonating off the side of
the inverted sun flower could be heard reassuring everyone
that the military and government would not cease in wasting
tax payers dollars.
Azure Angel had not even bothered to go see the impressive
cotton candy carnival side show wonder up close. Seeing that
every other super heroine in Delta City had glued her tits
there to the thing and remained. Coming down only briefly for
news briefings about their awesomeness and how none of them
had any really important jobs that could not get along
without them 24/7 for over a week while they flew around
tentatively punching the thing and adjusting their nipple
slips and camel toes.
Only Tanya O'Donnell was spending more time as her civilian
counter part in front of the INN TV cameras in non-stop
coverage. Of course in all fairness to the other super
heroines, even Got Gal could not possibly figure out a way to
fuck something just slightly smaller than the Empire State
Building. But it was only the first week, and this thing was
not going anywhere, so give her time.
Somerset Grove was a gated community (a polite way of saying
the rich using armed guards and walls to keep YOU out) and a
planned community (again another way of avoiding phrases that
had been rendered by past usage and courts as being illegal
and meaning that the entire area had been carefully laid out
and then built rather than built and then laid out by a
wrecking ball and rebuilt again as it is in poorer areas. To
this however add another element of meaning; Think of it as
when the community planers reached for the color swatches it
wasn't to determine what pastel to paint the park benches but
for selecting the entry form applications.)
Yummie Wang's pale body and super model face was probably
white enough to gain her access and her huge milk melons on
her tight skinny frame would probably get her a free entrance
pass as well as several other passes by the gate guards but
Azure Angel decided not to risk it. With the new Fear tower
hovering above Delta City having everyone on edge. She
decided to remain in costume and hit the ground running.
The walls and gate houses and patrols were not designed to
withstand a zombie invasion; they were merely a tripping
point in keeping more honest people flustered and out and an
early warning system if the cops had no alternative but
arrest one of the helplessly wealthy. They really were not
designed to keep out thieves or killers; just poor people
whom the wealthy found so much worse of a threat to their
collective selfish dignities.
That does not mean money was not overly spent and spent on
individuals who charged a lot and had to make show before
they mad bank. As such that low fancy brick wall that was
only six feet high and topped with wrought iron bars, oh so
decorative, of another four feet in height looked SO non
defensive and in a way were. But take in the account of the
razor sharp cactus planted upon the very sharp triangle
shaped rock and the waist high needle shrubs on the other
side and the rows of raised lawn sculpting edging and the
innocent wires run not underground but raised slightly up on
little iron ring spikes from spot light flood to spot light
flood and you had over fifteen feet of major discomfort and
tripping obstacles that serious slowed and hampered even a
skilled burglar.
The more one eyed the approach from all sides the more one
began to appreciate the formable walls of the fortress. There
was nothing to keep out a single minded assault but for a
quiet slowing down of someone who does not wish to be seen it
was enough. When the inevitable civil war against the wealthy
erupts there was nothing here to keep even one of them alive
past a half hours armed respite but as long as the police and
the government and its armies answered the phone the wealthy
could live here in security with little qualm of culpability
to their actions or lack there of in the world.
For to have when others do not is in and of its self an
aggressive attack that is hostile in nature and offensive in
shape and scope. No mater how docile and reclusive one may
live their life amongst themselves taking no aggressive
posture or extending want; just to have more is to make
forever others to have less. The resources of the world are
finite. The Romans died learning this and took the bitter
horror of it into their shallow graves with them.
Azure Angel hit the wall at a sprint and flipped over it
using her summoned wooden bo staff to drive its point into
the ground amongst the razor sharp shrubs and their tangling
roots from an upside down vertical position and fulcrum off
that to flip to her feet several feet away in the street its
self.
It was now early evening and everyone was still awake. Every
house was a dazzle with lights and music and the guards
puttered around in their door-less security Jeeps desperate
to be seen working by their betters. Ominous security vans
sat parked by the guard house gates ready to hold anyone for
the police to come, portable little jails, or to whisk them
away to some rich man's wallets choosing.
The Guards could not afford to live here. Maybe that is why
they were made up of Hispanics, Latinos, Afro-Americans,
Jews, just like the grounds keepers and the maintenance
crews.
All waved and smiled at and Christmas cookies hand made in a
tin back patted, but fired if they lingered even a few
minutes past their shifts.
No apartment buildings here. No out door dinky community
pool. There were tennies courts and racket ball courts and an
entire building of weight-lifting machines and an Olympic
size indoor swimming pool with high dives. But every mansion
had its own fenced yard with a privet pool and sun deck. They
had their own water tower their own sewage lift station their
own post office but no stores no malls. They all had personal
shoppers and conveyancing the hired help was a waste of
money. Instead they had an eighteen hole golf course and
stables and grounds and polo pony field with stands. They had
a library that had never been used. Shelves of books,
thousands of them and not one stamp of a checkout in their
inside covers.
You could travel less than a mile to the downtown public
library where children waited weeks to get Hairy Potter and
the Sorcerer's Stone. The binding covered in brown duct tape
and some of the pages missing. They sit wide eyed with joy as
water drips down from the leaking ceiling and splatters the
broken chair they sit upon held aloft with one missing leg
replaced by seven out of date volumes of the Encyclopedia
Britannic. All volume 'V'. Her stomach growls. Yesterday her
main meal was half a jelly sandwich and a small vending
machine bag of corn chips. Her mother works three part time
jobs and the Republicans proudly took away her health
insurance and minium wage cutting her pay in half. When they
start pulling the wealthy out of their cars in the street and
beating them to death with tire irons and log chains; who
will morn them? Who will mark their passing? Who morns the
loss of polio or small pox?
Azure Angel slipped through the patrols as easily as brandy
through a congressional task meeting. Full bottle to empty in
one smooth pass of the table in a blink of a puffy red eye.
The busty super heroine found the target mansion and gave it
a quick once over from the top of a transformer station.
While the entire suburb had been gated and sealed each
mansion inside it also had its own gates and walls and most
had their own guards and security staff and systems. This one
was no exception. A fourteen foot tall brick wall with round
concrete top glittering showing that razor sharp stones had
been added to the top round coning to add to the discomfort
and damage of anyone climbing over it.
Two gates. Again common in this community. The main gate and
its guard house were designed to receive the transport of
guests; cars or limos could pass through its wide swinging or
retracting iron bars. The secondary gate was a pedestrian or
bike gate or electric shuttle cart gate only.
Just wide enough for a single person to fit through. It lead
to the street like sidewalks that connected the backs of the
houses with the various amenities of the community. The
tennis courts and so forth.
Both gates though of such different size were equally guarded
and gate housed. A single patrol of one man and a guard dog
circled around the grounds from gate house to gate house.
This seemed tremendous overkill considering the grounds were
almost non-extant?!
Other than the stand alone garage (which would have been hard
pressed to house more than four sports cars of guests at any
given time) the entire grounds were filled with trees and the
house its self. One could not have played any outdoor
sporting game upon the yards even with the trees removed. The
house fit snug in its small high wall shell and the excess of
guards seemed odd.
The house was of red brink and elaborately done with stone
flourishes and yet stood in a simple school house rectangular
style of four stories. The only thing that kept it from
looking like a red brick municipal building was that upon the
third floor of the side facing her a large glass green house
had been built thus breaking the otherwise simplistic cookie
cutter structures design.
With a mental shrug Azure Angel launched herself off the
transformer and sprinted for the red brick wall mentally
picturing every guard and his movements as if the wall were
transparent and she could see them clearly.
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Azure Angel made her entry via the green house on the third
floor. She took extra pains to make sure not to break the
glass (collateral damage my ass!) removing them with the aid
of her long sword using it as both glass cutter and pry bar.
She slipped through the opening, her huge tits giving her a
moments anxiousness as they caught and then 'popped' through.
The green house was filled with orchids and the rotted flesh
smell of some of the more rarer ones cause her small slightly
upturned nose to wiggle.
A simple wooden door with a round top was unlocked and opened
with out any alarm into a hallway with a banister railing
running around a small open second floor trophy room. She
looked down into the exposed room and found it full of rare
collectables in various display cases. To her right and left
the dark unlit hallway terminated in two round top doors.
These were heavy old world doors and had all been obviously
scavenged from some European house or Abby.
Above her the heavy exposed beams and joist holding up the
forth floor could readily be seen. Since the house had a
slate slanted roof this fourth floor could be no more than a
storage attic for its small size.
Across the open expanse of the exposed area of the trophy
room was an identical arrangement of a lone round top door
set in the wall and two side doors at the hallways
termination. Curious she summoned her sickle and chain and
used it on one of the exposed joists and catapulted and swung
over to the other side. Here she opened the door and found an
identical green house mirroring completely the side of the
building she had come in on. Only here there were some
cannabis plants secreted away amongst some small stirringly
fruit trees .
She returned back inside and eyed the trophy room over the
banister. No alarms. No inside guards. It seemed too easy.
She did not like it.
She dropped lightly down. Mentally tightening the cups on her
costume so her breasts would not slap her in the face too
severely.
It seemed a strange architectural design to sacrifice a chunk
of the upper third floor in order to cut it away just to give
the trophy room on the second floor such a prestigious
cathedral-like ceiling.
But now that she was down amongst the display cases she could
better understand the desire. Many of the display cases
towered over the viewer. They held small and large items
alike and the over all effect as one walked around the cases
was one of awe and wonder.
The collection was esoteric and she marveled at the sure
strangeness of such a wide sweeping collection of disparate
relics and artifacts. She was certain some of these items
must be several thousands of dollars and that the privet
collection must be worth millions! The utter lack of any
obvious alarms numbed her with a growing sense of dread.
No motion sensors, no alarms on the doors? But then again it
was still early. Not even eight p.m. yet as a large clock
somewhere chimed the seven thirty half past toll. When the
house goes to sleep maybe they activate the alarm system?
That would make sense. Who turns on their motion sensor
alarms or door alarms when they are moving about the house?
Still odd that the green house doors were not locked? Perhaps
they consider the green houses as inside doors and not
exteriors?
Well, these were green houses on the third floor. Not
everyone could have made it up here so easily as she did.
Still there was something nagging her as she shadow whispered
around the cases. And then she froze! Crouched down on one
knee heart pounding mouth suddenly dry as that building dread
cracked and exploded into pure shock!
Havoc had not told her 'what' the item she was stealing was?!
How could that be?! But he hadn't! He had given the address.
The back ground basics of the mission so her super heroine
conciseness would be assuaged. But he had utterly failed to
mention what the item was! What it looked like!
She looked around her and blinked at the hundreds of rare
priceless works on display. She didn't have a fucking clue!
Not a single mother fucking god damn shitting cum sucking
clue what she was supposed to steal!
How could this be?! This shit only happened to her! You never
hear about Omega Woman sitting across from you sipping her
coffee and saying, "oh yeah, FYI, screwed myself up royally
last night by illegally breaking into this rich guys house to
steal back some priceless knickknack that he had bought off a
fence that actually belonged to this other rich guy who it
was previously stolen from and wanted it back but did not
want to involve the police as they were both friends and
well, you know, I get there and I suddenly realized, I have
no fucking idea what it is I am supposed to steal?! Ha ha!
Right?! What a fucking blonde!"
Never! This never happened to other super heroines but it
happened to her ALL the time! Why?!
Azure Angel looked around her, her heart pounding in her
throat. What to do? She could call Havoc. It was that pervert
bastards fault anyway! Of course she would have to sneak back
out of the house and find a pay phone because she did not
have any phone on her; because after all her clothes and
weapons were all summoned mental energies and maybe Flag Girl
or Amazing Babe could wedge a smart phone up her twat but she
didn't even OWN a cell phone!
The nearest pay phone would be the downtown library. Of
course she also did not have any money shoved up her Easter
Basket!
Azure Angel slapped her forehead and growled.
She could take out a guard and use his cell phone or...
She could find a phone in the house and use it?!
She bit her lower lip over that one. Seriously, using the
phone of the guy who you break into because you don't know
what it is your supposed to be stealing?! This bites. This is
exactly why people are reluctant to hire her for anything
except flashing her hooters at birthday sing-o-gram jobs and
after that last screw up with her going to that kids party
instead of the office party she wasn't going to get hired to
do that for a while as well.
There was a land line phone sitting in its cradle along one
of the trophy room walls. She crawled over to it and picked
it up and thumbed it into life. She got dial tone and with a
deep breath dialed Havoc's number. She got his answering
machine service as she always did and before she could stop
herself she left the number of the phone in her hand and hung
up.
What she had just done was so incredibly stupid that for
several seconds she just stood there and blinked at the
handset in her hand.
Then the phone rang. DOWNSTAIRS! She looked at the phone in
her hand with shock and anger. Then as she could not help but
hear from the staircase at the far end of the trophy room
leading down stairs she heard a man pick up the phone and
start speaking.
"What? Who? Azure Angel? No I- wait a second." The man walked
to the staircase connecting the fist floor to the second. The
first floor was awash with bright light the second floor was
mostly dark as had been the third floor. She watched as the
man walked slowly up the stairs. He was very fat. It took him
a while.
When he got to the top of the staircase he flicked on the
trophy room lights. Dozens of flood lamps came on as well as
all the exhibit case internal lights.
He could see her at once. Kneeling there at the far end of
the room opposite of him. His robe was open he was in his
boxers and muscle shirt having obviously stripped for bed and
fallen asleep some where downstairs.
He walked up the last step and then over a few feet so he was
in the alleyway of display cases so he now had a direct line
of sight of her. "There is some guy on the phone for you. He
says he knows exactly what you want. He says you are to steal
the Aztec idol and then describes it. To save time that would
be the case to your immediate left," Unable to stop herself
she turned to look. "Ah, no your other immediate left. And
three display cases towards me. He also says your partner
Yummie Wang is an incredibly stupid bitch and he is going to
increase his cut by another 3% to drive that point home. Do
you wish to talk to the man?
He sounds like he is running a marathon?" The man held out
the phone to Azure Angel who dropped her forehead to her
kneecap and tried not to cry.
"No," she managed to say in a small voice.
The man shrugged and thumbed off his handset. "Look when a
super heroine breaks into my house to steal from me I know
something terrible must have happened. When I bought that
particular piece I knew the providence was fishy and the man
I was buying from was, well, dirty to say the least. But I
really wanted it and I let myself persuade myself it was all
up and up." He scratched behind his ear with the phone
antenna.
"If you need that piece for some reason, and I am guessing
that reason is the rightful owner wants it back. Well, then I
am willing let you have it." He walked over to the display
case and opened it.
Azure Angel blinked and slowly stood up, "well, ah, that's
really nice of you, sir."
"Oh, nice has nothing to do with it. If I were a nice person
I wouldn't be living in a house like this; I'd be pulling a
graveyard shift down at the doughnut shop hopping I didn't
get shot that night by some thief or the cops if I was black.
No, I'm a real bastard. I am willing to give you that item
you want and let you leave here with it; right out the front
door if you want, but only after you let me fuck the shit out
of your sexy Asian body! And I am talking tits, mouth, ass,
pussy, the whole around the world! Now, think before you ball
up those fists at me. I know the name of your accomplice this
Yummie Wang and I got your fence on speed dial and I have you
on my security cameras breaking in and trying to rob me. Oh,
the camera's are well hid but they miss nothing. Now, why
don't we start with you taking off that costume of your's and
crawling over here on your hands and knees and giving me a
big warm kiss on my dick. Because you and he are going to get
very well acquainted over the next several hours."
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"Huh, as you can see, sir. I have recovered your stolen
property." A somewhat worn looking Azure Angel handed over
the item to the man in the brocaded bathrobe.
"AH! Well done! Did he give you any problems?" The man winked
at her and she frowned and tiredly grabbed her elbow and
scratched it.
"Why... no. Why should he? I got in and out without any
problems at all. I am sure he will never bother you about the
recovered item."
"HA! I am sure there were a lot of 'in's and out's' involved
and I KNOW he won't trouble me over this thing because it's
absolutely worthless."
"What?! I don't understand?"
"Don't worry I will pay the fee in full. In fact, I will go
inside and do that right now. As far as understanding well,
you see my friend and I are middle aged men who are fat and
ugly and unlike most rich fat and ugly men we don't like to
pay for the same old boring sex. So we came up with this plan
to pretend this item is stolen and then we contact a young
super heroine and of course 'catch' her in the act. We then
have our way with her and set it up to do all over again.
Last time I had the pleasure of draining my balls into
Amazing Babe. Now there is a girl who knows her anal! WOW!
And this time it was his turn to have you, Azure Angel! I bet
he had fun with those over sized pumpkin tits of yours! Very
impressive!"
"What the hell?!"
"Oh, come on. Consider it a right of passage. We have done
this to over a dozen super heroines and several female privet
eyes. Hell, we have nailed Flag Girl three times in this past
month alone." He sighed and shook his head, "I really just
don't thinks she gets it even though we always explain it to
them afterwards as that's part of the humiliation and fun.
But with her, well, like taking candy from a baby. A short
term memory loss addled baby."
"You're one sick bastard! You know that?!"
"Please, your breaking my heart- er, what's that?!" He spun
around at a loud crashing sound and ran back inside his
mansion leaving Azure Angel upon the door step. She fumed
there for several seconds until she heard the gun shots and
then ran inside to watch the man in his bathrobe crumple to
the floor dead and a dozen rather scruffy looking men smash
glass display cases and grab items before vanishing in beams
of light.
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"So she gave him the goods and then he gets shot?!" Havoc
slapped his forehead as his body bounced forward and backward
in his office chair. Evidently the girl under the desk was
really into paying off her debt in a most aggressive manor.
"Look, you tell Azure Angel she is just one more screw up
from being down there," he jabbed his forefinger into his
desk top.
"I will tell her, perhaps while she is bench pressing a small
car, now about her payment."
"Payment?! She stood there and let the guy get shot before he
released the funds! None of us are getting paid out of this
mess. Worse those two went back and forth stealing from each
other like weekly! Bunch of klepto's or something! Man, going
to miss that sweet deal! And Flag Girl is going to miss it
too! She told me she was saving up for a car!"
"Eh, yes. So do you have any other jobs for Azure Angel?"
Yummie Wang fidgeted in her seat; sudden images of her
waiting on tables in the skin tight black Perkins uniform and
getting her ass pinched by young boys ever time she leaned
over to swab the table or popping buttons off same said
uniform on her always too small blouse and watching them roll
across the Formica table as girls sneered and boyfriends
giggled, filled her worried head as did eviction notices and
her empty fridge.
"Why do I bother?" He suddenly winced and jackknifed in his
chair, "Braces, honey! Braces!" He recovered and adjusted his
tie. "Okay, I was saving this one. But there is this retired
guy way out on Mulberry claims there is some aliens who moved
in next door-"
"We'll, take it!"
"Wha? Oh, oh-kay. Great. Glad to hear it! Now, you get back
to that so called super heroine of your's and tell her to get
out there and make us some MONEY! I am not running a baby
sitting service here!"
Yummie Wang glanced at the pile of clothes sitting in the
corner with the book bag and My Little Pony lunch pail on top
of it and gave a weak smile and got up and left.
Havoc suddenly straightened up and shouted after her,
"Mulberry! 1221 East Mulberry! Guy's named Richard West!" He
sighed, "I bet she gets the East Mulberry and Richard West
messed up. Seriously why do I bother. In an hour I will be
getting a phone call from some guy named Richard East at West
Mulberry wanting to know why I sent a ninja assassin to kill
his ass! I need a vacation."
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