Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the focus in this storyline is most definitely the latter.
And as always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.
DAY THREE: THE MISSION CONTINUES
BlackCat Girl was in the kitchen at her Washington D.C. base. She had taken the girl back with her to the League of Liberty and Justice Headquarters and allowed her to occupy one of the guest rooms. She had a lot of questions to ask but realised that right there and then the distressed, exhausted young woman had needed compassion, not the third degree.
Above all, BlackCat Girl could not understand why Raven, or a Raven-lookalike, had kidnapped the young woman and coerced her into taking part in such a lewd display. Was it Raven, she wondered? The young woman might confirm that it was but it still made no sense.
It was the strangest situation she had ever faced and she was determined to get to the root cause before bringing it to the attention of her fellow Superheroes. Not only did she want to prove her capabilities by solving this by herself, she did not want anyone to find out that she had sat and watched the lewd display before leaping to the rescue. And it seemed it was that delay that had allowed Raven, or her lookalike, to escape.
She knew that by finding out the whole story, she might gain some sort of an insight into the situation and therefore she had not said much about the girl's ordeal to anyone. She felt ashamed of herself for allowing the young woman to be ravished like that by the Raven-lookalike whilst she watched, and even more so that she had made herself cum as the same time that the girl had reached her orgasm.
That was so disgusting, and yet at the same time it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened in BlackCat Girl's young life. She even felt horny right now as she sipped some orange juice from the tall, slim tumbler, just thinking about it.
When she had brought the young woman back to Headquarters, she had ran a bath and allowed the girl to soak herself for a long time. When she eventually emerged in just a short, white, towel, ready for bed, BlackCat Girl had helped her along the corridor towards her bedroom. At the door, the girl had slipped off the towel, brazenly revealing her stunning young body to BlackCat Girl, before putting both hands around the young Superheroine's neck and thanking her before softly kissing her cheek.
When BlackCat Girl had returned to her own room, she had felt stimulated, a deep arousal spreading through her slender, curvaceous body. She knew that after her intensely erotic voyeuristic experience, the effect of seeing the girl naked, so close, and feeling her soft flesh press into her as she thanked her, had brought out an intense sexual feeling inside her. And even the fact that this was another woman had not prevented her from allowing her hand to pleasure herself to sleep.
It was when she was making coffee that she heard the door open behind her.
"Hello."
BlackCat Girl jerked her head in the direction of the door and saw the diminutive, dark haired girl standing there, her deep, soulful black eyes trained on her.
"Hello," she responded, attempting to shake the unnatural erotic thoughts out of her head but feeling an instant arousal as she looked at the girl.
"I'm Melissa," she said, walking over to BlackCat Girl.
She again threw her hands around the young Superhero and kissed her on the cheek. BlackCat Girl immediately experienced the same sensations that had overtaken her last night begin to course through her vibrant body and she was fully aware of the growing wetness between her thighs.
"I wanted to thank you again," the girl said, moving back a few feet.
"That's... er, that's fine," stammered the confused young crime fighter. What on earth was happening to her?
She felt another flush hit her as she took in the young woman's appearance. She had asked Holly to find some clothes for her, but was not expecting such a short skirt, nor the plain white t-shirt that clearly displayed that she wore no brassiere underneath, her erect cherry-coloured nipples thrusting against the material. As the young Superheroine's blue eyes travelled back up to meet the young woman's gaze, they both smiled.
"Well, Melissa," started BlackCat Girl, attempting to recover her composure. "You must be hungry? Why don't you have some breakfast first?"
"First?" enquired the petite girl, raising a dark, inquisitive eyebrow.
BlackCat Girl laughed nervously. "Well, we have a few questions to ask about yesterday before we let you go," she muttered.
"We?" asked the girl, raising the same eyebrow again.
"Well... er, me, I suppose," BlackCat Girl responded. "Although Holly will be in the other room, recording the conversation."
"Holly?" came the soft response. "Oh yes, she lent me these clothes." Almost absent mindedly it seemed, she took a step closer to the young Superheroine. "Perhaps some toast?"
Louisa Layne was not in much of a better mood when she reported for work the next morning. Her sexual frustrations remained and she was determined not to contact Wonderman until she had cooled down. And then, and only then, she would ensure some plain talking. The two of them needed to clear the air otherwise her growing sexual frustration would tip her over the edge. She knew there had to be more to this than met the eye and she was determined to discover exactly what that was.
"Louisa!"
The voice belonged to Jerry, her boss. She swung her shapely legs around on the desk to see her editor of ten years waving her into his office. During her time at the Daily News, she had grown into the most famous investigative journalist in the paper's history and he usually grabbed her first when he had something interesting to discuss.
She eased herself down from the desk, smoothed her tight, black skirt and quickly headed over to his office at the far end of the busy room. He closed the door behind her.
"Louisa," he repeated, thrusting a sheet of paper under her nose. It contained an address. "We got a tip off on who is behind the vice and drugs in the City."
Her adorable nose wrinkled as she looked at the piece of paper and looked back at Jerry. She raised a dark eyebrow, a disbelieving look on her face.
"A tip-off? Who from?"
He shook his head. "You know the score, Louisa. These things don't appear with signatures. It's anonymous."
"Jerry, we've been trying to get an insight on this for three years now," she responded, shaking her head. "Why now?"
His old, wrinkled face stared at her. He ran a hand over his thick, greying hair and took a long drink from the mug beside him. He pulled a face.
"The coffee's cold," he explained.
Louisa shook her head again in exasperation. She still had her frustrations with Wonderman on her mind and whereas normally she would take the lead having been given such news, right now she was feeling nothing but frustration.
"You get out of the wrong side of bed this morning?" he enquired, his grey eyes peering at her over the top of his small, gold rimmed glasses in that school teacher style of his.
Her dark, angry, eyes flashed at him in response.
