On Friday night after
Club Ritz
closed, Camilla and Candice were walking out in the parking lot behind the strip joint, on their way to Candice's car. Since Camilla, in her skin-tight black outfit and matching high heels, hadn't shared Candice's bed in two weeks, she chose to sacrifice going home with a man for the sake of her lonely friend's pussy. Candice was wearing a shimmering crimson evening gown, black underwear, and black high heels. Both girls were brightly made up, as usual, and had their Nigrovum-black hair, eyes, and pale skin--their Nigrovum-inspired 'Goth girl' look.
Suddenly, five men appeared from several hiding places behind the cars. No one else was in the parking area, so it was safe for the men to attack. The leader of the men was Sam, who was still resentful about how Camilla had snubbed her during their dates. With him were three young white customers who'd each enjoyed many lap-dances from Camilla that night, but weren't given a chance to sleep with her. The fifth man was her classmate in Dr. Martin's class, the one she gave her come-soaked panties to and used Nigrovum to stop him from pursuing her. The men surrounded the girls.
"What do you creeps want?" Candice demanded in an angry voice that failed to hide her fear.
"What do you think we want?" Sam asked. "You girls are lookin' delicious tonight--yum, yum."
"Yeah," said Camilla's classmate. "I love how that black outfit hugs those titties and ass."
"And you with the red dress on," said one of the other three men. "I'm gonna tear that thing off and fuck you till next week."
"Camilla?" Candice whispered in terror.
"I've got this," Camilla said, already concentrating, summoning the psychic power of Nigrovum to her aid. "Don't worry." She could feel it vibrating throughout her body, getting her every muscle ready.
The men started slowly closing in on the girls. "You've got
this
," her classmate said, pointing at her camel-toe, which was well-lit by a nearby streetlight. "And we wanna have this."
Camilla could have visualized those tiny stars shining in the men's ears, deafening them with that piercing ringing sound, and bringing them to their knees, as she had done to Mrs. Holland in her husband's office washroom. Or Camila could have used her psychic powers to get each man's cock and balls in a tight death grip, as she'd done with gossipy Tom in that same office. But that would have been ridiculously easy.
Instead, Camilla wanted to see if Nigrovum could improve her abilities at
tae kwon do
. She kicked off her high heels.
Quickly and intensely, she focused her visualization on the fight scene in
Iron Man 2
, when Black Widow took out a group of male attackers. In her skin-tight black suit, and given the situation she and Candice were in, Camilla didn't need to use very much imagination.
"Why are your eyes closed, Camil?" Candice said in terror.
"'Cause she's scared," Sam said. "She can't look."
Camilla's classmate was the first to attack: when he got to her, she opened her eyes and gave him a low roundhouse kick inside, hitting him sharply in the balls. He fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
Then Sam came at her, while the other three men grabbed Candice and pulled her dress off.
"Camilla! Help!" she yelled.
"Just a minute," Camilla said, feeling the Nigrovum flowing through her, even taking control of her body. Never taking her eyes off of Sam, she asked, "Why are you doing this?"
"This is for givin' me the cold shoulder, two dates in a row," he said. "This is the big payback!"
"You're not my type. Sorry," she said, throwing a kick that Sam dodged.
"You too slow, bitch," he said. "You may know karate, but I know c-razy!" He grabbed her by the left shoulder, ripping her outfit down almost to her tit.
"Sorry, James Brown, no payback for you," she said, giving him a front kick in the chest and making him fly into a wall--he was knocked out. He hadn't let go of her outfit's material, so it ripped off, revealing her left tit. "Fuck! I liked this outfit. Now I have to buy a new one."
Her classmate got up and licked his lips at her exposed tit. Remembering her wicked kick, though, he chickened out and ran away.
"If you want pussy, look in the mirror," she yelled.
"Camilla!" Candice screamed.
"Coming," Camilla said, running to the three men on Candice, whose black panties were being pulled down her kicking legs.
Camilla reached the guy pulling down her panties and gave him a semi-circular roundhouse kick in the gut, knocking him to the ground. The other two men, startled by her surprising abilities as a fighter, let go of Candice, turned around, and faced Camilla.
That first of the three men knew a bit of martial arts, too, and he got up and tried kicking her in the torso: she blocked his leg with a single forearm block; then he tried throwing a punch--she deflected that with a palm block. Immediately after that, she kicked him in the balls, making him buckle to the ground.
The last two, remembering the sweetness of the exposed tit that they had enjoyed fondling just a half hour before in one of
Club Ritz
's private rooms, ran at her. She jumped up with a scissor kick, hitting them both in the face and knocking them to the ground. When she did the kick, her tights split all along where her pussy and ass-crack were. All her yummy parts were exposed, except her right tit.
Candice had put her clothes back on by now, and she got out her keys and ran to her car. "C'mon, Camil," she yelled. "Let's get outta here before they come to!"
Camilla grabbed her shoes and purse, and ran to the car. She got in just as Candice was starting the engine, and they drove away.
"My hero," Candice said with shaking hands on the steering wheel, but feeling both relieved and very horny. "My
super
hero."
"My pleasure," Camilla said. "Though I'm gonna have to buy a new set of black tights. Fuck!"
"I think you look kinda hot that way, actually," Candice said. As they went down a lonely road, she took a quick look down at Camilla's crotch. "Ooh, look at that yummy pussy. I'm glad I shaved it for you this afternoon."
"Do you think I should wear this outfit onstage, all ripped and everything?"
"Sure. You'll drive everybody wild; I'm getting wet just looking at you. Let's just hope you don't have to fight off any more guys like you did tonight. You sure gave those guys a licking, and you're getting one as soon as we get in my bedroom." Candice licked her lips. "I knew you'd had some more
tae kwon do
lessons last July, in case those Satanists attacked us again; but how'd you get so good at it so quickly?"
"Nigrovum, of course. I can't believe I actually did a scissor kick; that's an advanced move. I've only seen people do that in movies, and I did it perfectly on my first try. Nigrovum can make me do
anything
: it's made me a fuckin' goddess!" Camilla's hair was all dishevelled again, not so much from the fight, but from the Nigrovum. She also had that wild-eyed look, the one she'd had after attacking Mrs. Holland.
"Don't let yourself get overcome with your own power, OK?"
Totally ignoring Candice's warning, Camilla continued: "Ever since those punks in Vancouver tried to rape me--remember, when I was running around naked that one night--I'd wanted to resume my
tae kwon do
lessons. No need for lessons now, thanks to my tiny black ovoid alien friends, swimming around in my blood."
Ten minutes later, they were inside Candice's apartment, rushing to her bed. Camilla didn't even bother taking off her tights, since she knew Candice liked the way she looked, and her tit, pussy, and asshole were all accessible to her friend's lips, tongue, and fingers. Candice took off her dress and shoes while Camilla got on the bed, lying on her back. Leaving her black underwear on, Candice got on the bed and on top of Camilla.
"My hero," Candice sighed, kissing Camilla softly on the lips. Camilla put her arms around Candice, hugging her tightly. They started French-kissing, and Candice gently squeezed both of Camilla's tits. "My superhero."
"My licking...Lois Lane," Camilla moaned as Candice tongued her right ear. Camilla grabbed Candice's ass. "Oh!"
Candice moved down to Camilla's exposed tit and wrapped her lips around the dark nipple. As she sucked away, Candice put her hand on Camilla's vulva, briefly stroking her clitoris. Then she slid her long finger inside Camilla's vagina, tickling her G-spot. Camilla, always sighing and moaning, ran her fingers through Candice's black hair.
Candice then brought her head down between Camilla's legs and started licking her hard clitoris. Both her index and long fingers were in Camilla's wet cunt now, the former stimulating her G-spot and the latter gently poking at her A-spot. Camilla's sighs grew into squeals. She looked down at the former redhead who was eating her out; their eyes locked, and Camilla delighted at seeing the lewd smile on Candice's face.
Candice pushed Camilla's legs up over her so she could get access to her asshole. Candice's fingers continued probing Camilla's now-soaking pussy, and her tongue was vibrating against Camilla's anus. Then Candice's fingers and tongue switched places: her index finger gently poked its way inside Camilla's rectum while her tongue reached inside Camilla's cunt, feeling for her G-spot. Candice exhaled heavily, since her nose was resting against Camilla's clit and her breathing would stimulate it.
Candice sucked on Camilla's right labium while her finger probed all around Camilla's rectal walls, stimulating her vaginal walls indirectly. She sensed that Camilla would come in the next few seconds, so she let go of the labium, opened her mouth wide, and waited for the waterfall. It then gushed out, and Candice swallowed every drop. Camilla was screaming in whistle register, then as she calmed down, her screams went in a decrescendo into softer, lower-pitched sighs.
Candice got up and lay beside her lover, holding her close. Camilla put her arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.
"Thank you, baby," Camilla said.
"My pleasure," Candice said. "I owed you that; I love you."
Camilla said nothing.
**********************
On Saturday night at
Club Ritz
, Father Josiah walked in, dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. He saw Candice and walked up to her.
"You're Camilla's friend, right?" he asked.
"Yeah," Candice said. "She's in a private room with someone now, though. Hey, you're the priest."
"Uh, yeah," he said, blushing.
"I'm sorry about, uh, what happened at that party at Mr. Mennon's house. I didn't mean to, uh...I mean, I didn't know you were the guy I was f--... Oh, I'm so embarrassed."
"Oh, uh, the less said about that, the better."
"Agreed," Candice said emphatically.
