Chapter 1
A group of tourists stepped out of the elevator on the top floor of the Pinnacle Tower, one of Capitol City's major landmarks. Jordin Tyler followed them, trying to look inconspicuous. Her big, over-sized glasses helped in that regard, as did the prim bun in which she had pinned her chestnut brown tresses that day. Her beige challis dress had a round neckline and wide straps, showing off the silken skin around her attractive shoulders. The light fabric pulled taut across her bust and whispered like a daydream around her alluring legs, which were sheathed in silky pantyhose.
The tourists all clamored for the Observation Gallery, before moving on to the famous Skyview Restaurant and Lounge, forty-four stories above the city.
While she enjoyed the view, Jordin nervously caressed her bare wrists, where her silvery metal bracelets usually were. The Skyview being the popular attraction that it was, she shouldn't have been surprised by the security checkpoint in the ground floor lobby. The metal detector hadn't worried her as much as the ultrasonic scanner designed to detect ceramic weapons and explosives. The device itself had been built by Hasselhoff Electronics, where she worked. At close range, the oscillation could have triggered the flat trinadium power cells hidden in her bracelets, and that would mean... WHOOSH!... Jordin Tyler transforming into the superheroine Victory right there in front of everybody! Which would be kind of embarrassing, to say the least!
So to be on the safe side, she had removed her bracelets and placed them inside her briefcase, where they still were. Jordin had gotten so used to wearing them everywhere she went, that with them gone from her wrists she felt vulnerable, but if she had to be truthful, surprisingly relieved. As if not having the ability to transform, relieved the stress that she might need to...thus the young woman had yet to put them back on.
"Miss Tyler?" said a lean man in a blue pinstriped suit. Although in his 40s, he was actually about an inch shorter than Jordin, and wore coke-bottle glasses. "I'm Mr. Alan Limweener, First Bank of Capitol City."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Limweener," Jordin said cordially, shifting her briefcase as she reached to clasp his dry hand. First Bank was the largest financial institution in the city, handling the accounts of most major corporations and many government agencies. "Upgrading your security with our 655 system is the smartest move you could make. I have the specifications right here. And Mr. Ridley also asked me to show you our..."
"Yes, yes we'll get to all that," the man interrupted with an impatient glance at his wristwatch. "But thanks to your tardiness, we're running late. We'll talk over lunch."
He turned curtly and led her into the restaurant. Jordin's cheeks felt a little warm. She didn't think she was late but also wasn't about to argue with such an important client.
Suddenly the windows of the Observation Gallery shattered and a tremor shook through the floor. Tourists screamed as half a dozen men in black jump suits rappelled through the opening.
Startled by the loud noise, Jordin jumped, tripping herself up on her high heels. Fortunately the restaurant maitre'd was right there to scoop her into his arms, with one hand around her slim waist and his other hand inadvertently grabbing her peach-like ass through the thin fabric of her dress... her briefcase, forgotten by both of them, fell and skidded across the floor.
Before the outraged Jordin could form a protest, the man set her back on her feet and reluctantly removed his hand from her from her soft, round derrière.
"Sorry about that, miss," he was unable to hide his grin.
"Um... that's... all right," Jordin stammered, straightening her big rimmed glasses. Then she mentally kicked herself. If someone was attacking the building, she didn't have time to worry about a little inappropriate touching!
People began to panic as the six intruders spread out from the gallery, cutting them off from the elevators and the stairs. Jordin spotted her briefcase containing her bracelets. Raising one flawless eyebrow, she whipped off her oversized glasses with a smug little smile. Once she changed into Victory, her invincible superheroine alter ego, these thugs were in deep...
"Come ALONG, Miss Tyler!" Mr. Limweener said, grabbing Jordin's wrist just as she was about to scoop up her briefcase.
"But... but my briefcase!" Jordin squeaked, as he pulled insistently dragging her in the opposite direction. He might be an anemic little milquetoast, but he was strong enough to overpower a skinny 24-year-old girl in high heels!
"This is no time to worry about your contracts!" Mr. Limweener muttered, steering the girl around a serving cart loaded with food. "We must get to the service elev-"
"Going somewhere?" growled a deep male voice. One of the thugs in black leather was already in front of them, holding a gun on them.
A second grabbed Jordin from behind, his brawny arms easily overpowering the girl's useless struggles and pinning her arms at her sides. Jordin let out a little shriek and began thrashing in his arms. She was easily overpowered by the assailant and in her struggles only succeeded in twisting her challis dress all askew. Her struggle ended with a gasp of dismay as one hand wrapped around her soft throat, tight but not choking. His other hand wrapped tightly around her torso, trapping her arms, along with the hem of her dress. Jordin's cheeks warmed with the realization that her dress was bunched in a way that totally exposed her left hip and thigh, including the nude colored band of her panties. Also one shoulder strap had slipped loose, allowing the top of her garment to twist and pull, exposing glimpses of her pink bra and a generous amount of skin.
She sagged into his grasp flustered and embarrassed. With Jordin subdued by the hand on her throat, her attacker took the opportunity to explore briefly under her twisted skirt, feeling the gap in between her silken thighs, before moving upward along her supple curves to squeeze her right breast.
"Is this chick the one?" he sneered, roughly fondling Jordin's plump boob through the thin fabric of her dress.
Rapt by the moment's panic, any protest seemed to catch in her throat.
"No, dumbass!" said the first, keeping his pistol trained on Limweener. "Does she look like a bank president to you?"
Limweener licked his thin lips but didn't speak.
"You never know," the fondler grinned, pulling at the left strap of Jordin's dress as he leered down her breathtaking cleavage, watching her sweet bosom rise and fall with short panicky breaths. "Do you take night deposits, sweet cheeks?"
"P-please..." Jordin gasped, feeling like a helpless girl without her bracelets. The feel of the thug's hot breath on her slender neck raised goosebumps on her bare skin. All she could do right now was play along until she could think of a way out of this! "Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want..."
"Shut your trap," the first thug said mildly and without rancor as he scanned the restaurant. The elevators and stairwells were secured, the tourists and staff all herded together at gunpoint. One of the men was unpacking a cylindrical object about the size of a water cooler jug. "Hey! Careful with that bomb, jerk!" the thug snapped. "You want to blow us all to kingdom come?"
The hostages, overhearing his comment, began to murmur together in fear.
