The setting sun cast an orange glow over the rooftop. Grace took in the downtown scenery briefly before turning back towards the man next to her on the roof.
"Hell of a night you picked to meet with me, Chief. If I didn't know better I'd say the setting is almost romantic," Grace said with a smile. She was talking to the River City Police Chief. He was a little too old for her, but she didn't mind making him a little uncomfortable with her off-hand flirtations. In her opinion, he was way too serious all the time.
"Well, yes, I mean, no there's no way for me to plan the weather. That's not what I'm here to discuss anyway." The Chief had the opposite feelings towards the superheroine. She could stand to be a little more serious about crime-fighting in his opinion, and her outfit could be more modest. He'd asked her in the past and she had brushed it off by saying it was important that she fight crime at her most comfortable. He didn't bring it up again, but all of her thin fabric and clothing that left little uncovered, coupled with that the superheroine was about his daughter's age, didn't make him comfortable in the slightest.
"Okay, so what's this about? Not enough room in holding cells for all the bad guys I've been catching." Grace laughed.
The Chief sighed. "Unfortunately, no. I talked with the city council, the mayor, and your team, and we decided to take you off-duty effective immediately."
"What?" Grace's lighthearted demeanor vanished. "Are you serious? There's been less crime than ever! And what do you mean we? You all went behind my back on this?"
The Chief held up a hand to stall her protests. "Sorry that this had to happen. There are credible rumors of a gang-affiliated super and we don't think you have the skills to handle it at the moment, given your youth and track record with Masquerade."
"This is outrageous! It's unfair! I don't remember you guys having much better luck with Masquerade than I do! At least give me the chance to prove myself against this super!"
"I'm sorry, the decision is final. Please leave on your own. I don't want to make you leave."
Grace scowled. There was nothing she could do right now. She glared at him and leapt off the rooftop towards her team's headquarters.
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"As a new member of CAPE, the local police have the right to ask for you to be taken off-duty, called a Probationary Request," Anthony calmly explained.
"I've been kicking ass before I started working with CAPE. I can't believe you wouldn't at least ask me about this!" Grace retorted.
"Yes, Grace, I know. I don't like it either but CAPE needs to comply with local governments or we're no better than the criminals that we fight. Sorry, but those are the rules."
"Fuck your rules. And I do all the fighting anyway. There is no 'we.'"
"I know you don't mean that," Cassie said, concerned.
"Whatever," Grace snorted. "Have fun with your new hero."
Grace stormed off. Anthony and Cassie shared a look, but didn't stop her from leaving.
That night, Grace tossed and turned for hours, rehashing the same argument with Anthony and the Chief over and over. How dare they not have faith in her! Does the Chief not see the bigger picture? Sure, Masquerade was getting away with money, but Grace was making a difference by stopping gang activity! Late in the night, Grace slipped into a fitful sleep.
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A blast of energy launched towards Grace, and she quickly created a shield to protect herself. The superheroine looked towards the source of the attack and saw a shirtless, muscular man with glowing temples. The new super? She tried to get a look at his face, but it was too bright to make out any details. Another blast caught her off guard. She couldn't get a shield up in time; Grace closed her eyes and braced herself for the blow.
The scene had shifted when her eyes opened. She was on her knees in front of the enemy super and was bobbing her head on his cock. Grace squealed in surprise, yet didn't stop herself. A hand caressed her face.
"What a good slut," she heard him say. She moaned around his thick shaft in affirmation and closed her eyes.
The scene had shifted again. Grace opened her eyes to see nothing in front of her.
"Ahh!" she cried out. She was being fucked from behind by the unknown super. He squeezed her tits while he thrust in and out, eliciting uncontrollable moans from Grace.
"Ah, yeah! Harder! Fuck me harder!" she heard herself yell.
He swatted her ass, and she moaned louder. "You like my cock inside you?" he asked.
"Yes! Yes! Cum inside me!" she screamed. Her orgasm was close; his load would certainly push her over the edge. He shot his load into Grace, and she closed her eyes in anticipation.
-
Grace gasped and awoke in a sweat. It had been another dream, just as real as her previous ones. The superheroine sighed. She really needed to get laid again soon. The dreams were raw and sexual, but she didn't want to admit to herself that getting fucked by gangsters and thugs was so arousing. It had to be her dry spell. Grace closed her eyes and tried to complete her orgasm, but couldn't. Of course not, she thought grumpily. She turned back into her covers and drifted into restless sleep.
Weeks passed, and Grace was still sidelined. A temporary replacement hero had still not been chosen by CAPE, and crime had been rampant because of the police's incompetence. Cassie could tell that Grace was stressed out and frustrated, but Grace kept shutting her out. Grace hated seeing River City in disarray and hated even more that she wasn't allowed to do anything to help. The endless inaction was mind-numbing. Even sleep was no escape for her because she'd been having the same dream every night. Some faceless thug or enemy super fought her, and she always ended up on her knees with a cock in her mouth. Grace would always wake up sweating, aroused, and on the brink of climax, but her attempts to orgasm were fruitless. She had been only able to return to bed on-edge, barely getting any quality sleep night after night.
One day, Grace woke up and decided she'd had enough sitting around. Finding her crime-fighting clothes, Grace disrobed down to her panties to change. First, she put her hair up in a loose bun to keep it out of her face. Next, she slipped into her shorts and tank-top. The shorts were high-waisted and made of soft denim, perfect for comfort and flexibility. Her tank-top was cropped to show some of her midriff, and the thin material clung tightly to her chest. A faint outline of her nipples was visible and her shorts showed off her slender legs, but in her experience those qualities had only helped her by distracting enemies. Her modesty could take a back seat if it gave her an edge. Last, Grace put on boots, gloves, and a grey cloth mask to cover her mouth and nose. Ready to pick a fight, Grace headed out into the city.
She needed some action, but there weren't many places she could look. Grace no longer had access to any of the intel she gathered before, and she wasn't about to ask her team - former team, she mentally amended - for help. There were some old lumber factories on the outskirts of River City listed in the dossier, or she could go back to the Scarlet Lounge, the one place she knew had Three Kings gang activity, but the embarrassing memory of her sexual encounter made the idea unappealing. For her ego, she elected to canvas the abandoned factories.
The superheroine spent the entire afternoon fighting, threatening, and questioning any person she came across traversing the outskirts of River City to no avail. Most hadn't even been members of the Three Kings Gang, and those that were refused to snitch. Grace was getting disheartened at her lack of progress, but she was determined to get some quality intel; she was far from useless, like the police and Anthony seemed to think. From her perch on a rooftop, Grace spotted a gang member, distinguishable because of the blue crown stitched into his jacket. She floated down behind him silently and shoved him towards a nearby wall.
"What the fu-." Before the man could attack, she used her powers to construct indistinct bars of pale blue energy that lashed across his body and pinned him to the wall. She covered his mouth with her gloved hand.
"I do the talking. You only talk when I ask you a question." Her eyes glowed with powerful energy. She gave him the same barrage of questions she'd been using, but trailed off when she noticed his eyes were fixed on her chest pushing against the thin fabric of her top. She cut her interrogative tirade short as an idea came to her. She couldn't believe she was even considering it, but given her lack of progress she needed to take a risk. Hopefully, no one would ever find out.
"Do you want me to suck your cock?" she asked.
"W-What?" he replied. No way he heard that correctly.
"Do. You. Want. Me. To. SUCK. YOUR. COCK." Her hand pressed softly on his crotch.
He hesitantly responded, "...Yeah?" It had to be some kind of trick. This was too good to be true.
"I thought so. You keep talking, I keep going. Understand?"
He nodded. The superheroine, standing and still staring him down, unzipped his pants and reached in. Her hand traced lines on his underwear, tantalizingly close but never quite touching his cock. She felt his member stiffen.
