THE red cell phone was ringing. She had picked up that phone for a very specific reason and only one man in all Capital City had that number. Immediately recognizing the ringtone, the beautiful young woman practically sprang from the shower! Barely even taking the time to wrap a towel about her dripping, naked body she snatched the red phone from its spot on her dresser and flipped it open.
"Yes Mr. Mayor?" Jordin Tyler answered with no hesitation.
"Victory, I'm sorry to disturb you," the familiar voice crackled from the other end.
"I'm sure you wouldn't without good reason," Jordin responded. "Of course I'm at your disposal."
"As you know the Capital City Museum is currently playing host to a collection of priceless diamonds," the mayor continued. "I have sources who tell me that earlier today renowned cat burglar Cassandra X. arrived in town."
"And you've taken this long to call?" Jordin gasped.
"I didn't want to raise a false alarm," the mayor stammered.
"Well let's just hope it's not already too late!" Jordin said. "I'm on the way!"
Jordin snapped the red cell phone shut and dropped it on her vanity. She grabbed the two silver bracelets lying next to it and slipped them onto her wrists. When she banged them together she would instantly transform into her secret alter ego Victory, Capital City's super-heroine defender. Even with Victory's super strength, heightened reflexes and the other various powers bestowed by her power-belt, Jordin knew she would have to be extra cautious this night. Cassandra X. was the most successful cat burglar in history, she had eluded every authority on the planet and even other super-heroines, she was obviously very cunning. Jordin let a smile creep across her face realizing that she had the opportunity to be the one who finally brought Cassandra X. to justice!
Jordin slapped her wrists together and there was a blinding flash of light! When it faded her body and hair were perfectly dry and her towel had been replaced with the purple Lycra hot pants and matching halter top of her uniform. Her long legs were left bare down to a pair of calf high silver boots. Her midriff was also exposed, showing off toned abs over the silver belt that rested on her narrow hips. The halter fit skin tight on her perky C-cups and between a silver "V" was emblazoned. Glossy brown hair fell in thick locks about her slim shoulders, framing a purple mask which covered the top half of her beautiful face, thus protecting her secret identity...as well as perfectly completing her look. Ready for action the super-heroine rushed out her door, sparing not moment!
ASTRIDE her customized motorcycle Victory arrived at the Capital City Museum in no time. She made a quick circle of the exterior and found nothing out of the ordinary. She quickly realized that this was as bad of a sign as she could ask for with the world's most successful cat burglar in town. She parked the black and silver bike (which had come unofficially to be called the Victorycycle) in an alley alongside the museum. Quickly the young heroine found her own way inside and began a systematic inspection. As she approached the priceless diamond exhibit she began to hear whispers.
Yes! Victory thought to herself. I've made it just in time!
The superheroine rushed forward confidently, no longer caring if she alerted the thieves to her presence. As she came around the corner she saw three figures. The first two were men, wearing dark fatigues. The third, clearly female, wore a skintight black cat-suit and must have been Cassandra X. The trio was crouched around one of the display cases with the woman hard at work on the lock.
"Cassandra X.," Victory called striking a powerful pose. "This is your one chance to surrender quietly and peacefully."
All three jumped and whirled to face her. Cassandra X. was possessed of a mature beauty, obviously much older than Victory. Her hair was flame red, falling well past her shoulders and done in a somewhat outdated style, slightly reminiscent of Farrah Fawcett. Her eyes were shielded behind some sort of clear visor and a silver utility belt rested on her shapely hips. Her build was quite a bit more robust than Victory's slender frame, with lots of curves but she looked solid, like an aging gymnast or dancer.
"Well well, you must be Victory," Cassandra X. smirked. "I'm a bit busy at the moment, my boys here will have to deal with you."
The cat burglar went back to her task and the two men began to advance. Now it was Victory's turn to smirk, confident she would be more than a match for these two common thugs! They attacked with unexpected coordination, obviously trained warriors having fought together before. Even with her enhanced reflexes the young heroine found it surprisingly challenging to avoid and counter their coordinated attacks.
One of the thugs came at her with a big right hook, Victory managed to slip out of the way catching his wrist, turning and shoving him towards the nearest wall. Her super strength sent the man stumbling off balance. As she turned back to the second attacker, he was already mid swing and caught her with a glancing jab. As the young heroine tried to shake it off, he quickly followed up with a straight side kick that caught Victory in the stomach. She was surprised at the force of the blow, which managed to set her back on her heels. Then before she could regain her balance, the first thug wrapped his powerful arms around her!
Victory gasped indignantly, even as his grip tightened his hands found their way to her breasts. She never decided if it was intentional or circumstantial, however he had both hands full! Once there she felt his big hands squeeze and grope her firm melons, sending a chill down her spine and distracting the heroine long enough for the other man to land solid blow to her jaw.
Momentarily dazed Victory felt the first thug's grip tighten, both around her torso and on her breasts. As the man in front drew back to throw a second punch, the young heroine leaned into the grip restraining her, using the purchase to lift her legs and deliver double booted kick that sent the attacking thug tumbling across the room. He smacked the wall with a thud, and slumped to the floor unconscious. Then she again planted her feet, leaned forward bringing the man holding her off the ground slightly... he made a confused noise just before Victory threw herself and him backward with all her super powered might. They slammed into the wall, the thug acted as a cushion, taking the full brunt himself. His grip went slack and the young heroine stepped away without looking back to see him crumple, also unconscious.
"Now Cassandra," Victory said boldly, squaring up to Cassandra X. with her fists on her hips. "I hope that's the last bit of unpleasantness..."
"Unpleasantness?" the catburglar smirked glancing up the heroine. "Looks like you enjoyed it to me?"
Victory cocked one elegant eyebrow in confusion, then glanced down. She was aghast to see her nipples standing out, hard and evident beneath her purple halter top. They must have been stimulated by the inadvertent (maybe) groping during her struggle with the thugs. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest to conceal her embarrassment.
"Stand up straight and place your hands on your head, you're under arrest!" Victory blustered even as her cheeks flushed bright red.
Cassandra X. rose slowly and turned to face the super-heroine, her hands however brandished a weapon that looked like a paintball gun. She smiled confidently.
"Don't do it Cassandra," Victory warned. "In case you haven't heard, bullets are useless against me!"
"Oh I've heard," the cat burglar purred.
She fired three times! Victory sprang to motion; with enhanced speed and indestructible bracelets she was quick enough to deflect anything short of machine-gun fire. To her surprise the weapon fired not bullets but small blue pellets. As they struck her bracelets instead of being deflected they burst open, releasing puffs of smoke. Victory scowled, errantly waving a hand trying to clear the gathering cloud.
