Enter the Scarlet Samurai:
She looked across the short distance to her opponent, a long time criminal that had managed to have his last conviction over turned and was back on the streets. He had not waited very long before his compulsion for wrong doing took over. In the dim light of the alley she could make out his tall thin frame with long greasy hair that hung in dirty ringlets passed his shoulders. The wife beater shirt was stained with whiskey, sweat and other pungent patches. His tattered jeans had long since expired for anything that should have passed for clothing and barely hid his shriveled parts for which she was greatly appreciative.
She wasn't sure which was worse the open sewer or the perp standing in front of her. He held the knife in his right hand in a way that told her he was well versed in its use but it was the hunger to harm in his eyes that chilled her to the bone.
"Well bitch what are you going to do?" He spat out as he moved the knife in a slow circle.
"I plan on taking that knife away from you and taking you to the police in more or less one piece." She said with a confidence that caused him to pause for just a moment.
"You are joking right?" He said sneering now at his unarmed foe. "You don't even have a weapon... what are you going to use harsh language?"
"That is entirely up to you," She said reading his body language and saw his muscles tightening up indicating he was ready to attack. "If you give up now you will save yourself quite a bit of pain."
He didn't smile at this little jibe his features screwed up in a hateful mask of rage and it was two seconds later that his knife hand slashed out with a speed that would have penetrated the defense of a lesser trained opponent. She was waiting for his strike catching his wrist with her left hand as she side stepped his thrust. Then she swapped hands gripping his wrist and yanked hard with her right hand pulling him off balance even as her left hand struck him in the throat with the ridge causing his head to snap back and the wind driven from him. Before he could recover she placed him in an arm bar and with a not so gentle twist forcing him to drop his knife and fall to his knees. Her serene features never changed as she looked down at him.
"Surrender," She asked with just a hint of mirth in her voice.
"Fuck you!" He spat and then he howled as something in his right arm snapped.
"I will ask again, do you surrender."
It was the lack of emotion in her voice that drove him to desperation and reach for the nine millimeter hidden in the small of his back. She saw his motion as well as movement at the front of the alley.
The stranger already had his weapon drawn and was taking aim at her when everything slowed down. She could count every heartbeat as a life of training took over. She dropped down and struck her nearest foe hard enough in the chest to crack his sternum and the bullet meant for her skull raced overhead harmlessly. She grabbed the fallen knife and with barely a glance at the man at the front of the alley she threw it with as much force and accuracy and she could manage. A second gunshot split the night but this bullet also went high and wide as the handle of the knife protruded from the shooter's armpit. He turned and ran trying to pull the blade free from his tender flesh whimpering the entire time. She grabbed her foe by his collar and drew him to his feet as she rose and dragged him to her waiting vehicle. She opened the rear passenger door and shoved him head first into the back seat and then slammed the door behind him.
"Try not to bleed on the upholstery." She asked nicely.
If he said anything coherent she was unable to hear it over the roar of the engine as she drove him directly to the nearest police station. Let them handle his medical needs she thought as she chauffeured him back to jail. She was long gone before one of the police officers noticed the crumpled form of Jimmy the Snake near the front door of the station.
"Damn that woman!" swore the police chief. "I hate vigilantes like the Scarlet Samurai; they make for lots of paperwork and a fierce ass chewing from the mayor."
"But you got to admit she saved us a lot of leg work to track this piece of work down," said Detective Sam Diamond with a shit eating grin on his face.
"Diamond if you appreciate her so much you can take him to the hospital and baby sit him until he is patched up." The chief said in his 'I am not amused' tone.
"As you wish," Detective Diamond said the smile never leaving his face. "Come on sweat heart we'll get you all better after the mean girl kicked your ass."
There were several laughs as the detective carefully got his charge to his feet. He directed him out and to the nondescript police cruiser and with a ruby like whistle off they went into the early morning light.
I looked down at the art table and the finished product of yet another issue of Scarlet Samurai. Granted it was only a web comic but it had its followers; one of these days one of the big studios like Marvel would come knocking to offer the team jobs that actually paid. But as far as a hobby went there were far worse things I could be doing with my free time. Since I was a kid and inherited my older brother's comics I wanted to be an artist. Specifically I wanted to draw characters of my own imagining and see them come to life on paper and see people read them with as much enthusiasm as I had drawing them. Even doing the convention circuits and do signings for fans of all ages. Tired I rubbed my eyes and stood up then glanced at the clock and swore; it was nearly four in the morning but thankfully it was officially Saturday morning.
I staggered to the bathroom, stripped down and ran a shower to help ease my cramped muscles and let my mind go over the next issue.
I could see it like a movie in my head, the curvaceous red head with the long muscular legs like a dancers walking up to the front of Club Fathom and give the security guard at the rope 'the look' and without missing a stride he moved the rope for her and quickly hooked it back up before anyone else could enter. The doorman opened the door for her and the wall of sound drowned out the moans and bitching from the other girls who were on the wrong side of the rope. The music was like a stream she swam through looking around for tonight's diversion. Life wasn't just crime fighting she had to live and take life by the balls. She moved onto the dance floor stalking through the mob for a fresh piece of meat.
"Hey Red!" someone shouted over the music.
She turned to see a handsome young man in his mid twenties dressed in a black silk shirt that was opened so that his muscular chest was exposed. He wore tight jeans that did nothing to hide the generous erection down below.
She gave his a cursory examination and then without warning slid her fingers into the hair of a nearby busty brunette who was dancing with her posse. She drew the stunned girl into a soul wrenching kiss that left them both panting and wanting for more. Her green eyes bored into the icy blue eyes of the brunette and moaned something only she could hear. Whatever was said had the brunette telling her friends that she was leaving, NOW! She settled one of her arms around the brunette with her hand gripping her left ass cheek firmly. She led them to the bar and ordered four shots of Petron Tequila and told her new friend it was time to take turns with body shots off each other's tits. The bartender settled four shot glasses on the bar and tipped the bottle and ran the flowing alcohol into the glasses with practiced ease.
"On the house ladies," he smiled and nodded to her.
"You start precious," Red said as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her black lace bra and the ample cleavage contained therein.
There were a mixture of whoops and hollers as well as a few 'oh god damn!' The brunette took the first shot glass and placed it between the firm breasts of the red head. She licked her lips before lowering her mouth to the glass then to make things better still she cupped both tits and gave them a gentle squeeze as her teeth latched onto the glass and with a quick motion tipped it back and didn't spill a drop. Red took the glass from her mouth so she didn't have to remove her hands from her breasts.
"Your turn lover," the brunette moaned.
The hands left her tits reluctantly and moved to her top and tugged it down so that the top half of her breasts were revealed. It also showed any who could see that she was not wearing a bra. It was Red's turn to lick her lips and swallow hard. She set the shot glass between the most perfect pair of tits she had ever laid eyes on and like the brunette cupped them to hold the glass still. The brunette moaned loud and long and Red felt her lust become an all consuming thing. Slowly she lowered her head and took in the other girl's scent and it was as intoxicating as the tequila. She managed to get her mouth over the entire open surface of the glass and made a tight seal before knocking it back. The audience moaned and groaned as the hunger spread like a virus among those infected by the sight of the two girl's foreplay.
"I think I came..." moaned the brunette as she clung close to Red.
"Wait til I lick your pussy... then you'll know for sure that you came." She replied.
"Oh god I can't wait!"
