[Author's Note: this story follows Bombshell: Riverside Origins.]
Chapter One
"Where's the rest, Buzzy?" Tuck demanded, examining the baggy full of white pills.
"That's all he gave me," the woman said with a shrug.
He eyed her suspiciously, then took a menacing step forward. "Why you always playin' wit' me?"
Even though Buzzy was a very muscular woman, Tuck must have outweighed her by almost two hundred pounds. He wasn't that much taller than her, but his physique was hulking, blocky and thick. As usual he was wearing an orange River City Iron hoodie and workout pants.
"Think I ain't been doin' this long enough to know when a bag's light?" he growled.
Buzzy ran a hand through her short, dark hair. "I ain't saying it ain't light, I'm saying I ain't take none."
She was wearing camo shorts that were cropped very short to show off her bulging thigh muscles. There was a switchblade in her back pocket, and Buzzy reached for it, trying to be nonchalant.
They were standing in the back parking lot of the gym where they were both trained as powerlifters, between a dumpster and the lifting stones. Tuck had recently recruited her to help with his side-hustle. They weren't heavy pushers, mostly dealing steroids and party drugs to the gym rats, and mostly just to fund their own steroid usage. Lately Tuck had been branching out and getting more ambitious, hence her starting to keep the switchblade on hand.
"So I guess, Dr. Kelvin tryna rip me off now?" Tuck took another menacing step forward. "After all this time doin' good business..."
"It's just a few," Buzzy shrank back, discretely slipping the switchblade out despite her admission. Keeping a wary eye on the big man, she dug five little white pills out of her pocket. "I was just gonna take 'em, not-"
Tuck lurched forward and swiped the pills out of her hand. Buzzy leapt backward, stumbling and falling over one of the heavy cement stones.
"You dumb bitch," Tuck laughed. "These ain't even good to take! They're roofies."
Buzzy scrambled to her feet, flipping out the blade and brandishing it defensively. Then she paused, "Roofies? Who're them for?"
"Who else? Them frat boys," he explained, counting the pills and dumping them back into the bag.
"I'm afraid the gentlemen of Sigma Omega Beta are going to have to cancel their order," said a voice from above.
Tuck and Buzzy looked up in confusion. "Who the fuck?"
A sleek female figure dropped out of the sky into the dim light of a parking lamp. She was an average sized woman with silky blonde hair, framing a face that was partially obscured by a blue mask. An electric blue leotard clung to the subtle curves of her figure, with purple and white stripes running down her hourglass sides. Matching elbow length gloves sheathed her arms. Her long slim legs were bare down to a pair of high heeled calf length boots.
Miranda straightened, staring down the two dealers despite being considerably smaller than either of them.
"However," she went on. "If you'd like to handover the merchandise, and give me the name of your supplier... I'll be happy to handle the return for you."
"Ooooh, it's that super girl," Buzzy gasped.
"Super girl?" Tuck grunted. "Ain't no super girl in Riverside."
Buzzy thrust her hands toward the dynamic blonde. "Wha'chu lookin' at then?"
"That's enough," Miranda held up a hand. "Let me be clear, I'm only here to get the name of your supplier...and make sure you trash those roofies."
"A'ight, good point," Tuck said to Buzzy, stuffing the bag of pills into his front pocket. "So what do they call you, superbitch?"
"That's not important," Miranda replied. "I want to know-"
"I ain't telling you shit," the dealer cut her off.
Buzzy sidled a little closer to him, making a not-too-subtle show of flicking out the switchblade.
Miranda scowled. "It won't be pretty if I have to make you talk."
"Make me talk?" he balked. "How you gonna make me do that, little girl?"
That is a fair question, Miranda thought, sizing up the burly powerlifter. Damn, this guy's not going to be scared or intimidated by me at all. She put her hands on her hips and spread her feet, trying to assume an imposing stance anyway.
"I have my ways," the heroine declared. Shit, I really need some ways...
"Tough talk for a skinny little cardio bunny," Tuck snorted, and reached down to give his crotch a squeeze. "Why don't you come on over here and we'll see if we can't find a better use for that mouth."
"Dream on, pig," Miranda said, emerald eyes rolling behind her blue mask.
"Dream 'bout them titties maybe," he said, blatantly ogling her chest. "What'chu think Buzzy?"
"Look fake to me," the woman sneered. "Too perfect."
"Don't listen to Buzzy," Tuck laughed. "She just mad cuz she the president of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee."
It was true the woman's hard squarish pecs left little room for mammaries. Unsure how to even respond, Miranda could only pout and cross her arms over her own plump boobs.
"Believe it or not, I don't care what either of you think of my body," the heroine huffed. "I came here for information."
"Why don't you turn around and let me get a look at that ass!"
Miranda pursed her lips, blew out a frustrated breath. "I'm trying to find some missing people," she said through grit teeth. "I'm sure you know women have been going missing all over the city."
"I don't know shit 'bout that."
"I'd imagine that giant bag of roofies in your front pocket would beg to differ."
Tuck grinned. "What bag?"
Miranda looked to Buzzy. "Don't you even care they're taking women off the streets? How do you know you won't be next?"
"Fuck them hookers," the woman brandished her switchblade and flexed a muscular arm. "Ain't no one takin' me."
"I'm sure you believe that," Miranda sighed. "Look I'm not trying to bust you guys or anything, I just need some info so I can stop whoever's doing this before it gets worse."
"And I just need a decent hummer," Tuck grumbled. "So, how about you bring them pearly whites over here and wrap them lips around my cock, maybe I'll think about telling you something."
Miranda scowled, uncrossing her arms like a wild west gunslinger. "Guess we'll just have to do this the hard way."
"Buzzy," Tuck growled. "Slice her."
The woman snarled and lunged forward, the gleaming blade leading the way.
"Big mistake," Miranda almost smirked, lifting one arm to block the attack.
The Nandex fibers of her suit generated a protective magnetic forcefield and the knife skipped off it harmlessly. Then Miranda thrust her other hand forward, the high-tech glove generating a repulsor burst that knocked the female weightlifter backwards off her feet.
"Ah shit!" Buzzy hit the ground with grunt.
Miranda stepped forward calmly and kicked the knife out of her hand.
Tuck lunged at her, throwing a beefy-armed punch. The heroine ducked it easily and caught him with a right-cross of her own. The nanofibers of her gloves also amplified the kinetic energy of her hand, reinforcing the blow and sending him sprawling onto the ground.
Buzzy was starting to get up.
"That's far enough," Miranda snapped, aiming a gloved hand at the woman.
Buzzy hesitated, propped up on her elbows, glaring up at the heroine.
"You might be able to protect yourself, but the women who'll be sucking on those roofies won't be able to," Miranda said. "Whether they're abductors or common date-rapists, how could you be helping them?"
"I ain't got no answers for you, superbitch," Buzzy growled. "You know what them reds'll do if they hear we been talking?"
"Shut the fuck up!" Tuck snapped, using the dumpster to pull himself to his feet.
"Reds? You mean Russians?" Miranda said. "So you do know who I'm looking for."
Buzzy winced. "I don't know shit."
"Do you know who the Hammer is?" she turned back towards Tuck, extending her other hand. "Where do I find your supplier? Tell me!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
"I'm not the cops, okay?" Miranda snarled, keeping her hand outstretched. "You can't plead the fifth and lying to me won't help your case."
"Cops or not, I ain't no snitch," Tuck said. "Definitely ain't saying nothin' to some slut in a cheap Halloween costume."
Miranda scowled, squaring up to the dealer and planting her fists on her hips. "This doesn't have to get any uglier, but unless you tell me what I need to know-"
The cocky heroine was interrupted again when Buzzy sprang to her feet and shoved her forward. Tuck reacted right away, lunging and grabbing Miranda in a bearhug. Her arms were pinned to her sides as his own beefy appendages coiled around her. Miranda squealed in surprise and alarm as he effortlessly scooped her off the ground.
"Put me down!" Miranda squirmed and wiggled but was simply and easily overpowered. Her slender body felt even smaller as his massive form engulfed her.
"Got ya now, bitch," Tuck growled, his breath hot and foul in her face.
She groaned wordlessly, trying to twist away as his clutch began to tighten around her. The magnetic forcefield protected against most forms of metal but offered no protection from either the powerlifter's meaty arms, or brute strength. Tuck squeezed and pain spiderwebbed out from ribs that were still tender from a previous injury.
Miranda cried out sharply.
"Oooh, but you were right though," Buzzy crowed behind her. "She does have a nice ass...well, for a skinny bitch anyway."
Miranda clenched her teeth as the other woman grabbed her backside with both hands. She jiggled the pert cheeks, laughing sardonically. Then Buzzy jerked Miranda's leotard into a deep wedgie, and spanked her exposed cheeks, one then the other.
