Global Protectors – All Fall Down
By Marcus Lycus
Welcome back to the final Global Protectors story. The end is here! Worlds will live and worlds will die and something, something…
Legal Horrors – The Global Protectors and Dynamo are copyright, trademark etc. of Doctor Droid (www.superstories.org/droidzone) and are used with his permission. Other characters and text are copyright Marcus Lycus.
This story is meant for people over the age of 18, please don’t read it if you are younger than that. Any resemblance between characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental of course.
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Marcus Lycus
November 2006
Part 4 – La Sola Eclipsed
La Sola smiled as she received the award. The World Peace Institute was honoring her for her efforts to bring an end to domestic violence in Latin American families. She gave her speech to an audience filled with politicians, reporters, community leaders, diplomats and victims of abuse. Everyone was there.
Except her teammates.
She didn’t let it show but it hurt. Even a year ago the team would have shown up to congratulate her but it seemed more and more they were busy with their own projects and their own problems and had no time for one another. Even Maple Leaf just muttered something ‘no time for another fucking award ceremony’. They were losing touch with what made them teammates and great heroines in the first place.
La Sola wondered what she could do to rectify that.
She finished her speech and the reception began. The reporters cornered her first, wanting to know about her on-again, off-again relationship with Ben, her upcoming solo film and her battle with the Human Dreadnought. It took forever to satisfy the ravenous horde but she didn’t mind. That’s how the game is played after all!
Her award ceremony and her impromptu press conference would, at best, get her 10 seconds on the news, but that would remind millions of people around the world that she exists, that she is a good person and that they should buy something with her face on it.
In the corner a man in a tux watched her work the crowd. Watched the Senator suck up to her for an endorsement, watched the movie star hit on her, watched the other businessmen line up to write her checks. It was disgusting. He turned and left confident the stuck-up heroine would never even notice.
La Sola noticed Wolfe leaving and scowled. That man obviously hated the entire Global Protectors team, why did he even bother coming to events like this? But before she had time develop that thought, she was interrupted by an up-and-coming fashion designer who wanted to show off his portfolio.
***
The next morning…
“Hey boss, you sure this is the right guy?”
Wolfe closed his eyes for a second and reached into his pocket. He took out his cell phone and dialed the special number his partner gave him. The number that did not match any registered phone number anywhere in the world as far as Wolfe’s researchers could tell. Senior picked it up on the first ring and they talked for a minute.
“Yeah, Slab that’s the guy alright. My uh, contact says we’re about to see him in action.”
***
The jogger was cute but not what you would call hot. She was petite, and maybe a few pounds overweight, but good looking. And young. She was wearing a pair of terrycloth boxers with the word ‘Juicy’ across her butt and a black Nike sports bra.
The man gave her a good look. He knew the type. A year or two out of college, just moved to the big city, no steady boyfriend, temping or waitressing while living in a tiny place with too many roommates while trying to figure out what she wanted out of life.
He thought about it for a second and decided she would do. She was a bit below his normal standards but then again, he wasn’t exactly up to his normal standards either. He ran a hand through his thinning salt and pepper hair and walked after her. The light changed and she waited at the corner catching her breath.
“Hey there, jogging huh?”
The girl sneered, as if she would even reply to a lame line like that! She looked at the creep; he was wearing a threadbare suit with ring around the collar and hadn’t shaved in a few days. But when she met his eyes, her expression softened. “Uh yeah” she found herself saying.
“Must be hard jogging out here on the street with the traffic and the pedestrians and creepy guys leering at your tits.” The man was openly staring at her chest; the girl’s nipples were standing up in the cold morning air.
“Um, yeah.”
The light had changed. The jogger didn’t notice.
“Bet you’d like some privacy huh, living with roommates and stuff, I bet you’d just like some time alone huh?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Follow me.”
Before she realized it, the jogger was following him down an alleyway, through a door and into an underground parking garage. It was still pretty early and the deeper levels were deserted. When they arrived in a secluded corner he turned and kissed her, she responded passionately. “Been a while huh?” He asked when they broke the kiss.
“Um, yeah.” Seven months and eight days since that one-night stand with the guy from the temp office. He never even called again.
“Take off your clothes.”
She pulled down the shorts and her panties. She peeled up the sports bra. The man squeezed her juicy ass and juices began to flow between her legs. He rammed her hard and she cried out. He pushed her against a concrete pillar and fucked her for half an hour before cumming. As fucked her he felt more and more like himself, his olive skin became flushed, then pink, then dark red. His thinning grey hair became black and full, his 5 o’clock shadow became a pointed goatee. His muscles swelled under the dirty clothes he wore, veins popped out, filled with black ichor, his member lengthened and spread inside the jogger, filling her like no other lover had, or could.
Below him the struggling woman grew pale, her skin lost vitality, her muscles lost their tone, her breath came in gasps. She looked like she was years older.
“Uh…” she groaned and found the strength to look up at her impromptu lover. “Oh my GOD!” She screamed.
Antonio the Incubus smiled, “Not quite.”
She screamed again, but it was cut off when Antonio bit off her head.
Antonio finished eating the rest of her and returned to his human form. He didn’t like the taste of human flesh but he found that leaving drained corpses around the city attracts the wrong kind of attention.
And it would be a while before he was ready to attract attention.
Antonio used to prey on hookers but found the mob got too upset at losing their girls. But this girl was just a temp and no one would even notice she was gone until her roommates realized she hadn’t kicked next month’s rent. They’d probably just go through her stuff and put a new ad on Craig’s List.
He licked his lips. He wondered what her name had been.
When he walked out of the alleyway his suit looked considerably newer and cleaner. His hair was thicker and darker. He was shaved and had a well groomed mustache. Antonio DiSeduttore looked and felt much more like himself. Unfortunately it would only last a few days, then he would have to find a new victim, but no too soon or the cops might just notice a pattern. Since his defeat by the Global Protectors he had to act slowly, build his power, or it would all fall apart.
A big man in a chauffer’s uniform filled the end of the alleyway.
“Ya Tony da Incubator?” The big man cracked his knuckles.
Antonio consider fighting for a few seconds. No one was supposed to know his name. Anyone who knew his name was a potential threat. And anyone who confronted him like this would be ready for him. So there was no point in fighting.
So he smiled. His smiles weren’t as devastating on men as they were on women but they had some effect. “If by Tony you mean Antonio, then yes, I am he.”
“Muh boss wants to talk to ya.”
“Well then, lead on sir!”
***
Meanwhile across town…
“Surrender La Sola! You will never stop us from looting the McCloud Museum of Sequential Art!”
La Sola sighed and easily dodged the Lazy Dog’s clumsy blow. His partner the Quick Fox was harder to avoid but even running at MACH1 her punches weren’t strong enough to hurt the Latina beauty. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the plaza had finally been evacuated, she decided to act.
“You smelly perro, it’s time for your bath!” While the Lazy Dog tried to look down her top she grabbed the big man by his leather collar and tossed him into the fountain. The marble statue of Zachary T. Paleozogt shattered on impact and the big villain was dazed. The Quick Fox came around to hit her again but the heroine dodged gracefully when the villainess slowed to jealously look at La Sola’s legs. While the Quick Fox was shooting away and coming around again, La Sola flew to the roof of a nearby apartment house and pulled loose a water tower. She tossed it at the fountain. The basin cracked and water from the fountain and the tower flooded the plaza. Then she grabbed the second thing she needed. The Quick Fox was helping the Lazy Dog get up when she saw it coming; she started to run but lost traction on the slippery marble plaza. The Quick Fox fell and skidded. Then the electrical line hit the water. Millions of volts of electricity shot through the villainous duo before the circuit breakers cut in. They fell to the ground, lifeless.
The crowd cheered!
“We’ll take it from here heroine.” Lieutenant Sharpe and his Paranormal Crimes Unit moved in. The bitter detective looked the tan heroine up and down. His unit had been about to act when she butted in. He sighed. Another blown bust. That probably meant another budget cut and another tongue lashing from the commissioner about letting heroines do his job for him.
“Gracias I was just on my way to the Cosmo offices when I saw these two. He looked around the wrecked plaza. Sorry about the damage.”
“Don’t worry about it; I’m sure the Protectors’ insurance is paid up.”
“Yes, I suppose it is, now please excuse me, I must speak to the press.” She turned and smiled and waved at the crowd. A flock of reporters descended on her taking pictures and asking questions.
“No problem glory hog, I’ll just take out the trash, with girls like you around that’s all us cops are good for anyway…”
***
Hours later Antonio emerged from J. Benedict Wolfe Sr.’s guest bathroom. We was showered, shaved and dressed in a thousand dollar suit. His cheeks were still sunken and there was still grey in his hair but signs of handsomeness and style were there.
He looked at the Oriental housekeeper as she passed but then shook his head. She couldn’t be…
He found Wolfe in his study reviewing a copy of the Kirby Guide to Villains.
The Incubus – There are many myths and legends about this male demon who supposedly had the power to seduce and enslave any woman. He was regarded as nothing more than a myth until 2003 when he nearly defeated the Global Protectors. He usually appears as a handsome and suave gentleman but in his true form he is a hulking red-skinned demon with a forked penis. He feeds off the sexual energy of his victims and found an almost limitless supply of power when he challenged the Global Protectors. It was only the heroic efforts of Star that saved the day. – The Kirby Guide to Villains 2006 Edition
“So you’re the man who made the Global Protectors wet their panties?”
“Well… I’m not one to kiss and tell but…” He held up eight fingers and blew them a kiss.
“That’s quite a claim. If I hadn’t seen the Billy Hatch videos…”
“Well I’m not quite the man I was you understand.”
“So I hear, but my partner says that can be fixed with some help from me and a specialized diet.”
“A temping offer…”
“Especially since you’ve been living on the streets the last three years.”
“Yes… there is that… I know how I stand to benefit, but what’s in it for you? What do you want Wolfe?”
Wolfe smiled. “I want to watch.”
***
“BEHEMOTH SMASH PUNY BLOCKBUSTER!” The hulking purple-skinned monster picked up a taxi and tossed it through the marquee, scattering movie fans and causing chaos. Hundreds of feet above two Global Protectors looked on with disapproval.
“What’s the problem ay?” Maple Leaf flew in and joined her teammates La Sola and Tigress as they hovered over the battlefield.
“BEHEMOTH HATE HOLLYWOOD CRAP!”
“Seems the Incredible Behemoth just saw that new Stellar Man Returns movie and is a bit peeved.”
“I don’t blame him; I mean Stellar Man’s a deadbeat dad? What’s up with that? And how old was his girlfriend supposed to be, sixteen?”
“Yeah well even a dumb movie like that doesn’t give him an excuse to trash downtown. Now if he’d just seen Ex-Titians III: The Last Stand, then maybe I’d be down there with him ay?”
“Well they were both better than that Behemoth movie two years back. I mean who put Ang Lee on a superhero flick? They should have hired Jerry Bruckheimer.”
Tigress snarled at her teammate’s impromptu movie reviews. “Enough talk! It’s time for action. Maple Leaf you go get a tanker truck full of fuel, La Sola you’ll need to find us a cement mixer, in the meantime-“
“Una momenta por favor Tigress. Before we start leveling downtown there may be an easier way to deal with this. Behemoth is fueled by anger right; once he calms down he turns back into a 97lb weakling?”
“That’s the story. What are you thinking Carmen?”
“Just wait, you can always smash him if this doesn’t work.” The tan Latina slowly descended until she was just a few feet off the ground, around eye level for the ten-foot tall monster. “Señor Behemoth! Yoo-hoo! Señor!”
“BEHEMOTH WANT TEN DOLLARS BACK!” He picked up another car and tossed it through a Stellar Man billboard advertising milk.
La Sola frowned; she wasn’t used to being ignored by men. She lifted a chunk of concrete and tossed it at Behemoth’s head. “Señor! I’m talking to you!”
“UH? WHY HOT FLYING CHICK HIT BEHEMOTH! BEHEMOTH JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE!”
La Sola hovered closer, very conscious of how big his fists were and how much they would hurt. But she’d been around testosterone filled-men before; she knew they were more bark than bite. Usually at least.
She drifted even closer and ran her fingers through his thick lavender hair. “Mmm, tu eres muy macho Señor Behemoth.” She whispered in his ear.
“BEHEMOTH ALL MAN! BEHEMOTH MANLIEST MAN THERE IS! BEHEMOTH SHOW YOU!” The monstrous creature dropped his torn green trousers and exposed himself to La Sola. The crowd shrieked, men averted their eyes, as did most women.
The heroine almost gagged. His member was definitely in scale with the rest of him, three feet long and over six inches thick! She felt sorry for any woman who tried to wrestle with that one-eyed snake. But she never broke character.
“Wow! Señor Behemoth es muy grande!” She levitated herself a few feet away from him and smiled coyly. She arched her back and took a deep breath; her strapless costume was strained to its limits keeping her breasts in. The Incredible Behemoth drooled openly. She stretched one long tan leg and then the other. Behemoth stomped a few steps closer he reached for her. She took his fist (which was as large as a trash can) in her two dainty hands and kissed it. The Behemoth smiled like an idiot. La Sola hovered behind him and put her hands around his thick muscular neck and kissed the back of his neck. The Behemoth trembled like a volcano about to erupt. She pushed her breasts against his bare back and nibbled on his ear. “Maybe Señor Behemoth you and I can find somewhere private and we can…” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she described, in detail, what they might do. The Behemoth’s grin got wider and wider.
“OH YEAH!”
And the volcano erupted. Gallons of while slime shot out of the Behemoth’s oversized member covering the street. Onlookers fled in panic. The Behemoth panted and grunted a few times, eyes squeezed shut. And then he was done.
“OH NO! BEHEMOTH CUM TOO SOON…”
“Hush… it’s OK, it happens to a lot of men.” She could feel his body shrinking under her.
“But Behemoth never happen before, Behemoth so embarrassed…”
“It’s OK, es bueno I’m sure you’ll be fine next time.”
“Behemoth tired now…” He fell forward into a puddle of his own cum and shrank down into Dr. Bruce Flag, mild-mannered physicist.
Tigress and Maple Leaf landed.
“Well that was… different ay?”
“Well after all the damage I already did this week I thought maybe we could try something that didn’t involve explosions and property damage. I think our insurance company had enough to do already. Now the city only needs some mops.”
Tigress kicked the unconscious scientist. “Not bad. You did almost as well as I did.” She chuckled to herself. La Sola considered asking about that comment but decided she was better off not.
A dozen police cars pulled up, Lt. Sharpe ran out, tranquilizer gun in one hand, gas grenade in the other. He stopped dead. “Oh.”
“Hola Lieutenant Sharpe, sorry but we already put him to sleep.”
He looked at the puddles of white slime coating the street. “Do I even want to know what that is?”
“Probably not, no. See you next time!” The three heroines took to the air before Sharpe could even begin to curse.
***
A half dozen interns milled around the conference room waiting for their orientation. These college freshmen and sophomores were dressed in their first suits and feeling uncomfortable in the corporate environment. The first one was called in.
“Hello, I’m Mr. DiSeduttore I’ve been looking at your resume.”
“Well I hope you’re impressed.” The applicant giggled awkwardly. He held up the scented pink paper and made a show of examining it.
“Let’s see, high school honor society, psych major, student government…”
“I try to do my best.” She giggled again.
“All meaningless.”
“What?”
“I don’t see a single practical skill, relevant experience or noteworthy achievement on this list. What makes you think you’re qualified to work here? What have you done with your life?”
“I- I’m only nineteen” she said weakly.
Antonio looked her up and down. She was young, blond, bright from a middle class family and her life was a list of moderately impressive academic achievements. In her whole life no one had ever told her she wasn’t good enough. Now she looked like she was going to cry.
Antonio laughed then and relaxed. “I know, I know, I was just messing around.”
The girl smiled and relaxed a bit. “I can tell this is your first real interview, you’re way too tense. I mean you still have your blazer buttoned.”
“Huh?”
“You’re supposed to unbutton it when you sit down or you stretch the fabric.”
“Oh, sorry.” She opened her blazer.
“And you should try and relax, let your hair down.”
“Um OK.”
Once he got that far, Antonio only needed another four minutes to get her to pull up her skirt, drop her panties and spread her legs. He luxuriated in the feeling of her tight pussy around his dick. No more quick fucks in alleyways for him, from here on out it was going to be college girls in corporate suites, with his favorite heroine as the coup de grace.
He spent the rest of the afternoon going through the other five.
***
La Sola’s doorbell woke her up around 10 in the morning. Cursing the intrusion she climbed over the sportscaster. He was still snoring and completely unperturbed by the ringing bell. She wrapped a robe around herself, brushed her hair and answered the door.
“Hey miss, we’re selling Cub Scout cookies, do you wanna buy some?”
There were seven adorable Cub Scouts in their little blue uniforms standing awkwardly around in the hallway.
“Ai que lindo! Please come in while I get my purse.” Carmen fished for her wallet while her guests looked around her palatial apartment. “Funny I thought it was the Girl Scouts who sold the cookies.”
“Ah what with political correctness these days we gotta sell cookies and they get to go white water rafting.”
She finally found her wallet. “Well I’ll take 2 boxes. How much is it?”
“We’ll take everything ya got toots!” Carmen turned and now the Cub Scouts had pulled guns. They took out looting sacks and started checking out her place. La Sola gave them another look, “Madre de dios! You’re not children you’re midgets!”
“Got it one try huh babe? Actually we’re dwarfs, the Seven Deadly Dwarves to be precise: Lazy, Envy, Greedy, Angry, Gluttony and Lusty. I’m Pride, the leader and the best looking and the smartest and best fighter and you’ve fallen for another one of my foolproof plans. Hey Lusty, tie her up! Lazy give her a hand!”
“Oh boy!” The one called Lusty took out some duct tape and advanced on her, his tongue was out and he was drooling. The once called Lazy simply lit up a joint and stood there looking placid.
Carmen rolled her eyes.
Fifteen minutes later…
“Thanks Miss Mendez we’ve been after the Seven Deadly Dwarves ever since they hit the Disney® Store last month. How did you beat them all?”
“Oh you know what it’s like being a single woman in the city; I took some karate classes and some kickboxing. Can’t be too careful.”
“You punched out all of them?”
“Well except for that one” she pointed to Lazy, “he just stands there and stares at his hands.”
***
The limo pulled away from the auditorium and headed for the west side. Inside the giddy teen girl could barely sit still.
“I like, can’t believe I won! I’m like totally Miss Teen Queen USA!” She raised her bouquet of white roses to her nose and smelled them again, as if she was worried they’d faded in the last few minutes.
“Yup, you won, you’ll spend the next year living in Shooter Tower, traveling America and appearing before your fans. After tonight everything in your life is going to be champaign and silk. After tonight.”
“I know! It’s so exciting!” Her hands and legs shook with excitement again. Then she ran her delicate fingers along the silk Miss Teen Queen USA sash, touched her tiara and smelled the roses again. “I still can’t believe it!” She took a look out the windows of the limo; it seemed to be headed away from her hotel. “So where are we going again?”
“It’s a little after-party where you can thank the judges for choosing you.” Antonio answered.
“Oooh, so like the quarterback and the actor and Miss American Queen will be there?”
“Most of them, yes.” Antonio lowered the sunglasses he’d been wearing all night and looked directly into Miss Teen Queen USA’s green eyes. She met his gaze and could not look away. “These are some very important people so you’ll need to try very hard to make them happy. Do you understand?”
“Um, yeah, sure.”
“These are people who can make or break your career, if you make them happy you could be a fitness celebrity, a spokes model, a soap opera star, even a TV weathergirl, but if you mess up you’ll be back in Podunk Idaho before you know it.”
“Actually I’m from Iowa.”
“Whatever, now lean forward.” Antonio leered at her breasts as she bent forward; he put his hands on her temples. There was a hiss and a yelp of pain when his finger brushed her silver tiara. He moved his hands lower on her head and closed his eyes, she closed hers as well. “Got it?”
She nodded.
Then they arrived.
“This is kind of-“
“Funky huh? All the rich folks love having parties in places like this.”
‘Funky’ was not the word the beauty queen planned to say. More like disgusting, gross, filthy or (worst of all) ghetto. It was an abandoned warehouse with graffiti, trash and even bums. A few of them were looking at her! But there were other cars in the weed-choked parking lot and she could see some chauffeurs milling around so this had to be the place.
Antonio took her be the arm and led her down some narrow stairs. She almost slipped in her heels but years of beauty queen training saved her. Antonio knocked on the metal door, it opened and he led her in. The teen queen’s eyes adjust to the gloom and she recognized some of the celebrity judges and audience members. The used car tycoon, the news anchor, the retired baseball star, they were all there in that filthy boiler room. They were drinking beers from some coolers and whooped when she arrived. She beamed them a beauty queen smile and waved!
“Here I am!”
They cheered back. Antonio helped her stand on a milk crate. She waved regally and blew kisses to the men. Antonio took out a shopping bag filled with business cards, he swirled his hand around and drew on at random. “Harvey Packer, come on down!” Harvey’s friends gave him a high five while the other VIPs moaned in disappointment. The shipping millionaire helped the teen queen down from her perch and led her away towards the boiler room. She hesitated a second but Antonio smiled at her and waved her onward.
The boiler room was even darker and dirtier than the main room. It was lit by a single 40 watt bulb and spider webs were everywhere. So the teen beauty queen looked away and looked at the man instead. He was short and pudgy and balding. And practically drooling on her breasts.
She had a moment of dizziness and asked herself what she was doing in here with a strange man. She thought of her boyfriend back home in Iowa, they’d just made love for the first time the night before she left for the contest. And now… this guy was pulling down the shoulder of gown, exposing one firm breast.
“I…” Suddenly she heard a voice in her head, a lot like Antonio’s, “Silk and champaign girl, all your dreams come true, if you make them happy.” So she painted on a smile and acted like she was thrilled to be there. It’s what beauty queens do best.
A half hour later Harvey stumbled out, conspicuously pulling up his fly. The other guests cheered and Antonio drew out the second card. After that he drew them two at a time.
When dawn came Antonio sent them on their way and check in on the queen. Her robin’s egg blue designer original dress was tattered rags now, her lightly tanned skin was covered with hickies and black and blue marks. He face and hair were matted with cum, but she still had tiara on askew and clutched a handful of broken flowers.
She smiled up at him. “Did I do good? Were they happy?”
Antonio smiled back and helped her off the floor. “You did good kid, they were very happy. And now you’re Miss Teen Queen USA.”
The girl cooed.
“Now let’s get you cleaned up.” Antonio walked to the corner and unrolled a hose. He turned it on the girl. She shrieked from the cold water but obeyed Antonio and washed the worst of the cum from her body. He told her to tear off the remainder of the dress and the girl meekly complied. She tossed into a pile of trash and shrieked again when Antonio turned the water back on. When he was done the girl hunched into a ball shivering trying to stay warm. Antonio picked her tiara off of the floor and replaced it on her head. He pulled her to her feet and replaced the wet silk sash around her body so that it covered one perfect breast. She was so perfectly degraded he took out his camera phone and snapped another picture. Along with the hidden camera in the room he had a pretty nice collection.
He reached between her legs and squeezed, she bit her lip from the pain but kept smiling. “And from now on, no one is going between those two legs unless they’re worth seven figures. No more wasshisname from Podunk, Idaho, just celebrities, millionaires and athletes. It’s that great?”
She gritted her teeth and nodded.
“I bet just meeting a millionaire makes you horny. You can’t keep your hands off of them.” She looked blankly; he squeezed harder until she nodded.
“Good girl.”
He put his jacket around her and led her back to the limo. No sense giving the winos a free show, she was an expensive fuck now. In the backseat he put his arm around her and Miss Teen Queen USA fell fast asleep. It had been a perfect night, her degradations proved his power was back at its peak and even helped feed it. It was a perfect night, and he hadn’t even fucked her.
***
La Sola finished her latest sketch; the Global Protector’s eveningwear line was done! She leaned back and lit a cigarette. There was a knock at the door. Carmen waited; her friends usually knocked and just came in. Finally she called out and Shamrock timidly crept in.
“Hi, um, La Sola, I was wondering if maybe, um… can we talk.”
Carmen glared at the shy Irish girl, they’d hardly spoken in the last year and she preferred it that way. She’d rather spend an evening with Star than this rat. La Sola considered herself friends with all of the Global Protectors except this one. A year ago La Sola had been engaged to Doc Hammer, the smartest, strongest, bravest man in the world but then she learned Shamrock had been sleeping with him behind her back. She’d already gotten her revenge on Hammer, but had never confronted her teammate about it. She could barely stand to look at her, barely stand to be civil. She hated how Shamrock lied and pretended to be such a good girl when La Sola knew she had tried to steal her fiancé.
“Yes.” La Sola said icily.
“I was wondering… I mean I know you have some boyfriends, like a lot and…”
“Are you called me a slut Shamrock? That’s pretty funny coming from you.”
“What? No, no, of course not… no Carmen, I was just-“
“Just wondering who else you can try to take from me? Is that it? Well amiga” she said contemptuously “I have nothing to say to you.”
“Um, OK. Thanks anyway.”
“Don’t let the door hit your culo gigante on your way out.”
Outside the door Shannon almost cried, La Sola practically called her slut! For a whole year Carmen had been rude to her for no reason. Shannon suspected it was because Carmen was jealous of her missing boyfriend Doc Hammer. She always suspected Carmen was interested in him. It was so unfair, Carmen had so many boys who liked her and she was jealous of Shannon’s!
That made Shannon think for a second, Doc Hammer had been missing for a year and she had never even worried about him or tried to find him. He could be in danger! She really should do something… But then her head started to hurt, she’d been having these strange headaches lately, and by the time her headache cleared up she’d forgotten all about Doc Hammer.
***
“What the fuck is this?” Wolfe demanded tossing the photos back at Antonio. “I mean seriously, what the fuck? I was going to have her over tomorrow and Christ, now I don’t even want to touch her.”
“Isn’t it great?”
Wolfe looked at Antonio’s shit-eating grin and snarled. Antonio chuckled and waved to an intern. The nineteen-year old blond was dressed in a white teddy and fishnet stockings; she poured them both drinks and moved behind Wolfe massaging his neck. The mogul didn’t object. Across the room a redhead and a brunette were making out on the couch. He heard the brunette gasp and moan, obviously having an orgasm. The redhead nodded and added a check mark to her tally. She was leading the brunette 13-7. Wolfe wondered if the could make that into a reality show. Maybe call it the ‘World Series of Lesbo Dyke-Outs’.
Antonio’s voice brought him back to the here and now. “Think about it. I got little Miss Princess from Podunk to spend all night on her knees in an abandoned warehouse sucking cock. I’m back Wolfe, I’m back. Now just imagine what I’ll do to those Global Prostitutes.”
Wolfe’s snarl faded and he laughed too. “OK, OK, good point, shame about the girl, I was looking forward to breaking her in.”
“Don’t write her off so soon. Right now I’ve got two professionals from the Thorne Club training her. I mean she’s cute and stuff but she fucks like a virgin. But with a little guidance and um, ‘sex-ed’ she’ll be the fuck of a lifetime. Oh and as an added bonus, as of last night she can’t control herself around rich men. Once word gets out your partners will be begging you for a weekend with Miss Teen Queen USA.”
Wolfe smiled at the idea; he’d been using the cheerleaders that way for a while, something new wouldn’t hurt.
“In fact, you’re trying to start a satellite service in the Persian Gulf right? Maybe some of those guys would like it Miss Teen Queen went on a little ‘good will’ tour, I bet they’ll be filled with good will after she visits.”
Wolfe chuckled at that. “All right Tony, you’re forgiven. But enough rest, I’m sic'ing you on them Global Girls tomorrow. They’re having a party and I got you an invite.”
Antonio smiled; he’d waited three years for another crack at the Global Protectors. “Who first?”
“Who else? The Spanish chick, La Sola.”
***
La Sola listened to Maple Leaf’s speech with a critical ear. To most listeners it was just another laundry list of the team’s achievements but La Sola had heard enough of these speeches (and given enough of them) to catch the defensive streak. Maple Leaf kept rehashing the same few recent charity events and humanitarian missions or bringing up ones from years ago. La Sola wondered if anyone in the audience knew this was because there had been so few of them lately.
Tonight’s event was the launch for a new program of public tours of the Global Protectors’ Gaea Building. Families would be able to see the team’s trophy room, their virtual-reality room, their supersonic Globe Hopper VTOL jets, have lunch in their cafeteria and maybe even meet a real Protector in person. All for the low, low price of $59.95 a person (children under 3 half price). Maple Leaf spun it as an outreach program to show that unlike SOME superhero teams with their fancy space stations the Global Protectors were down-to-Earth and accessible to all.
La Sola didn’t like it. She felt like they were turning her home into a theme park. La Sola remembered how happy they had been to build their headquarters in the middle of a pristine forest, they not only got to appreciate its beauty they’d protected it from developers. And now bulldozers were clearing space for the new parking lot and gift shop. It almost made her want to cry.
But the audience seemed to buy it and that was the important thing.
Once the reception began Maple Leaf made a quick round greeting the important guests, and then disappeared upstairs with Buck Wolfe leaving La Sola alone to play hostess. Carmen really didn’t like that. Maple Leaf knows how important these events are but lately had been blowing them off. With Rising Sun and Aussie Girl out of the country, Star busy in the recording studio and Val and Tigress busy with their own things La Sola felt like she was the only one trying to make this team work. Shamrock was scheduled to come but hadn’t showed. Carmen wasn’t surprised by anything that backstabber did. So she was alone to do the job of the whole team, she hated it but she didn’t let it show.
“Ay, Señor Mayor how are you…”
“Dean Richards, you look well, who is this with you? Your graduate assistant? Well she is very pretty…”
“Señora Flores, so nice to see you again, I hear you’ll be having Star on your show next month for her new album. Oh don’t worry; I’m sure Señora Estrella is looking forward to it.”
“Hello Señor-”
“DiSeduttore, Signorina Sola, Antonio DiSeduttore, I am a reporter.”
“An honor Señor DiSeduttore. I must ask, have we met before? You seem so familiar.”
“Perhaps, I attended some of your events three years ago unfortunately I have not been able to attend since then. Care for a smoke?” He held out an expensive Italian cigarette.
“Yes but we have to step outside, these silly Americans think the slightest whiff of smoke will give them cancer.”
Soon in the woods outside…
“So Señor DiSeduttore do you like what you see?”
Antonio’s hungry eyes roamed up and down her tan flesh shinning in the moonlight. He wanted her. Three years in the gutter after her comrades defeated him, and it was all worth it now.
“I do, I do… but I’d like to see more. Take off your top.”
“So forward Mr. DiSeduttore. Are all Italians like this?”
Antonio frowned, that should have worked. But no matter, he knew from experience that getting La Sola naked would not take too long.
La Sola was wearing one of the Global Protector eveningwear costumes she had designed. The white and blue flowing dress wrapped around her butt and the back of her legs and then each half flowed halfway across her chest, meeting around her navel in a golden sun pendent and wrapping around her neck. The center of her chest and her back were left bare. The whole dress would fall off in a second if that pendent came undone. Antonio’s hands ached to tear it off. But he restrained himself.
“Words… who needs words…” He leaned in and kissed her full red lips. His hand wrapped around her slender neck, her arms wrapped around his waist and they kissed again. “That’s better Señor DiSeduttore.” He kissed her shoulder blade. “Much better.”
***
Emily Tillbrook and Kristen Watson tried frantically to entertain the VIPs but without Maple Leaf or even La Sola around they were deserting the party in droves. By 9pm the whole thing was over. Emily cursed them both under her breath. What was so fucking important they were missing their own party?
With nothing else to do she took Kristen back to her office for some lesbian sex.
***
Wolfe and Maple Leaf relaxed in her office. The heroine locked the door and poured them both scotch and sodas. She made hers a double and downed it quickly. Standing by the window Wolfe was pleased to see La Sola go into the woods with Tony, he didn’t waste any time. Good.
Maple Leaf was wearing her own eveningwear costume, not as daring as La Sola’s but very attractive. It was white and red of course, decorated with falling red maple leaves in an autumn pattern. It was slit up both legs to her hips and cut down to show her cleavage. She had been wearing a red and white jacket to look more professional but she tossed that onto the couch.
“Fucking vultures. Goddamn fucking vultures, here to see us perform for them like trained seals.” She poured herself another drink. “Come to the fucking Gaea Building Mr. and Mrs. America; bring your screaming brats along too. Look at our stuff, maybe dad will get to look down Star’s top. Whoop-dee-do!” She downed the second drink, poured a third and plopped down onto the couch. Wolfe was still sipping his and looking at her collection of awards and photos. Even he was impressed. A bit. These broads had done some good work.
“Yeah, well Maple Leaf think of the eight million dollars this will raise and what that will do for your balance sheets. Besides, all that B-S you were putting out, there’s something to it. These tours prove you’re not some psycho vigilantes hiding in a cave, you’re celebrities, you’re in everyone’s living room, so you gotta let them into yours.”
“Fuck ‘em.” She muttered. “And fuck you too.”
Wolfe sat down next to the drunken heroine and handed her another glass. “You’re a mean drunk huh?”
“I hate you.”
“Of course you do, but right now your team is in debt up to your eyeballs and I own that debt. So keeping this little sorority of yours running means keeping your sponsor happy. He reached over and pawed her breasts “and I’ll keep you happy too.” She squirmed a bit and her nipples rose to attention. “Mmm you’re a horny drunk too.”
“Screw you…” she muttered back. He nibbled on her ear and Maple Leaf sighed.
“Screw you too Jillian.”
Maple Leaf gasped.
“Yeah, I know your secret identity, wasn’t too hard once you let me look at your books. ‘Maple Leaf’ isn’t a person, somewhere down the line the whole Global Protectors thing had to be registered in the name of a real human being. Jillian Havre, former prosecutor, current expert on superhuman law. And one hot babe.”
He put his hand up her dress and rubbed; her legs closed on it and squeezed trapping him. “Not now Wolfe, not here, not in my office OK?”
“Your office?” He whispered back. “I provide 60% of your operating expenses and own 80% of your debt, did you know that? I bought them all up; they were pretty cheap since they’re considered junk bonds these days. I own those two fancy jets you girls fly around in, that expensive virtual reality room in the basement, that fancy lab where Dr. Boyd keeps failing to make more heroines, those skimpy little costumes you girls wear, and I own the girls inside them too. And I want what’s mine!”
He rammed his fingers up her crotch and the brunette winced in pain. With his other hand he popped one breast out of the dress, then the other. He nuzzled her again and she responded. “I know you like it rough Miss control-freak, nothing turns you on like being helpless.” She kissed his flabby neck and whispered, “fine Wolfe you bastard, you’ve got me, now let’s find one of the guest rooms and get this over–“
He shoved her off the couch onto the floor and climbed on top of her. “Uh-uh! Right here Maple Leaf, on your carpet in your office. Right now.”
Maple Leaf scowled and made two fists, and opened her mouth. This is going too far!
But behind Wolfe she could see the picture of her and the team the day they opened the Gaea Building, she could see the picture window that overlooked all of Megapolis, the scale models of the team’s two jets, letters of thanks from needy people all around the world… everything she had worked so hard for. She opened her hands and closed her eyes. She felt Wolfe pull off her red panties.
And so there, in her office, on the Global Protectors’ logo in the carpet, wearing her formal costume, Wolfe fucked Maple Leaf until she screamed for more. And when he was done he got up, zipped his fly and left her lying there with her own cum staining the carpet.
“Hey Jillian, don’t forget about that Irish chick.” He ordered as he stomped out.
***
In the woods La Sola and Antonio fucked on top of her outspread dress until late in the night. Antonio tried and tried again to drain energy from the enthusiastic Latina but somehow he never quite could. He would pull and she would pull right back, the effort was exhausting and soon he decided to relax and enjoy it, there would be time to drain her later on. Finally they both came for the third time and he collapsed in her arms, his head pillowed between her two wonderful breasts.
When the Italian finally fell asleep La Sola gently pushed him free and quietly flew to a stream for a moonlight swim. Refreshed she found him again and gently retrieved her dress. She kissed him on the cheek, tucked him in under a tree and left a note in his pocket. “Call me – LS”
She hummed to herself as she reentered the Gaea building. At least something good had come from this miserable tour thing. That Italian certainly knew his way around a woman’s body. She’d have to see him again soon. But first of course she’d him stew a few days, couldn’t seem too eager!
She passed Wolfe coming out, he gave her a shit-eating grin, she sniffed the air behind him. Her enhanced senses caught the scent of Maple Leaf’s perfume and Wolfe’s cum. She scowled. Carmen had slept with some real scumbags in her time, but it had always been for pleasure, always been her choice. She pitied Maple Leaf for sleeping with that pig. Pitied her and hated her. Maple Leaf was better than that. Carmen could not imagine why Maple Leaf would even let that man touch her. She decided to find out.
***
Antonio woke up in the woods, soaked by an early morning rain. He stumbled to the road and called one of the interns to pick him up. He fucked her in the backseat before they left. That helped a bit, but he was still so tired from the night with Carmen he fell asleep on the way back.
***
That morning’s Global Protectors meeting was memorable.
The team sat down. No one noticed Rising Sun’s empty seat anymore. Aussie Girl was in Australia on some personal business. And there was another empty chair as well...
Maple Leaf cleared her throat and pointed at it.
“I regret to announce that after a thorough performance review Shannon O’Sullivan has left the team and will not be returning.”
The five heroines around the table exchanged looks. Maple Leaf’s face was impassive, Val’s disappointed, Star was smug, Tigress approving. La Sola considered for a second. Shannon had slept with her fiancé, but other than that she had been a loyal friend. Someone had to stand up for her. “Jillian! How can you do that! Shannon may have had her problems but-“
“La Sola, sit down. We can talk after the meeting.”
“But Jillian-“
“La Sola, sit down, puh-please, just sit down and… and let’s have a meeting. OK?” Maple Leaf’s voice broke. La Sola looked at her again; she could see her leader was on the verge of tears. She sat down. Maple Leaf took a few deep breathes to calm herself.
“Um, anyway, moving on to our open cases, the police say there have been no signs of more (quote, unquote) ‘vampire’ attacks so we can forget about that rumor. Moving along, Val you might be interested in this, the Swedish Embassy says two of their citizens are missing, probably just hooked up with some guy but they’ve asked us to keep a look out…”
Tigress stifled a laugh, no one noticed.
“I, uh, did a new monitor duty schedule because of the, the… the, uh change. So take a look. And um, there’s nothing else important right now, so uh, you’re dismissed.” Maple Leaf turned and reached for a tissue.
***
La Sola tried talking to Maple Leaf after the meeting but the Global Protectors’ leader wouldn’t budge. Emotionally Jillian was upset but she wouldn’t let that change her idea of ‘fiscal realities’.
Back in her office La Sola tried to call Shannon but there was no answer at her place. Either she was out or she wasn’t taking calls. Carmen suddenly felt guilty; she’d been close to the Irish girl ever since she joined the team. She still felt partially responsible for Shamrock and Aussie Girl’s disastrous initiation to the world of super heroics. And for the last year she had been beastly to the redhead Protector because of a man. She never even asked Shannon for her side of the story. When Shannon had come to her for help she’d pushed the girl away. And now Shannon had lost her job, lost her friends, and from Tigress’ reports had practically lost her powers.
The kind-hearted girl deserved more than that.
She reached for the phone.
She called her accountant.
She made a mental note to call the Italian reporter if she had time.
***
Back at his office Antonio checked his cell phone again for messages. He called his voice mail just to be sure. Then he checked his email again and paged an intern to see if there’d been any visitors or messages.
Nothing.
Nothing since he checked 20 minutes ago.
He started to dial La Sola’s number again but stopped himself, there was a better way.
A few years back he’d learned all of the Global Protectors’ names and addresses. He called a florist and sent 12 dozen white roses to Carmen Mendez’s apartment. It was expensive but hey, it was Wolfe’s money.
Then he called in the six interns.
All of them were dressed according to his specifications. Miniskirts, white shirts (tight and half unbuttoned), white stockings, high heels and blue blazers for the ‘respectable’ outside. As soon as the door closed these came off and revealed the white teddies they wore inside his office.
He rifled through his desk until he found a recent photo. “OK, all of you, you’re going to the salon right now and getting your hair done like this!” He held up the picture of La Sola and her wavy light brown hair. “And… and… you, you and you are going to the tanning parlor, and all of you are going out and getting La Sola costumes! And get back here as soon as you can! Got it?”
The interns seems a bit dazed his yelling, some looked ambivalent. One was shaking her head. Antonio forced himself to relax and calm his voice. “I mean… I mean you are all gorgeous young women…” They relaxed when they heard that. “I just need you all to do this for me for an important project, I’ll be sure to mention it in your letters of recommendation.” The girls coo’ed. Letters of recommendation! “So please, go enjoy some time at the salon, get yourselves pedicures and manicures and facials and tans for you, you and you and then come right back. My treat.” He handed one of them Wolfe’s corporate credit card.
They hugged him and kissed him goodbye and thanked him and left.
Antonio plopped back down in his chair and started to fret. He called his voicemail again. Then he called the florist to see if they’d made delivery.
***
“Ah Señor Camaño, thank you for coming in.”
“Anything for my best client. I have the reports you asked for. I have good news and bad news.”
“Start with the bad.”
“Bueno there’s a lot of it.”
La Sola’s accountant went down the list of problems the Global Protectors’ finances had. Carmen’s own finances were in good shape, her clothing lines were selling and the telenovela based on her life was a hit from Tijuana to Tierra Del Fuego. But her team was in dire shape.
“And so Señora Sola without this new support from Señor Wolfe your team would be bankrupt already.”
“What about Rising Sun’s projects in Japan?”
“We checked into them and it seems Okami media is a subsidiary of Wolfe’s company. It’s more of his money. And as far as we can tell from the trade press there’s no actual project going on. No buzz, no previews, nothing in production, nothing.”
“Then where is Rising Sun and what is she doing?”
“I really can’t say.”
“I see. Gracias. I think I have a lot of questions for Maple Leaf. Now what about the trust fund?”
“Well Señora Sola, I don’t know who this Shannon O’Sullivan is-“
“She’s someone who deserves more than she got.”
“Well she is now a rich woman. Not “rich” rich, but certainly set for the rest of her life.”
“Bueno, bueno, gracias. She won’t know where the money came from?”
“No, it is all confidential as you requested. We hired a third party to manage the trust; they’ll tell her it’s from a lost uncle or something.”
“Thank you, that will be all.”
After the accountant left La Sola lit a cigarette and brooded by her office window. The Gaea building was set in wooded hills overlooking the city of Megapolis. From her office La Sola had a view of the entire skyline. It was a striking vista, the sort of view people would pay millions of dollars to have.
She wondered how much longer she would have it.
Tired of depressing thoughts she took out her cell phone and called Antonio.
***
Carmen woke up about noon. That night with Antonio was so tiring and so long but oh SO good. She patted his hairy chest, he snored. She really should have called him much earlier. The poor man had left so many messages. And he was certainly worth seeing again.
She put on a sheer silk robe and walked into her living room, the white roses were still fresh. She turned on the coffee maker, toaster and TV. La Sola glanced at it on her way to the kitchen the news was talking about some superhero battle at the mall. She started scrambling some eggs.
The TV showed a picture of Aussie Girl superimposed over the mall. Weird, wasn’t Aussie Girl out of the country? Carmen poured herself some coffee and turned the sound on.
“Repeating our top story, the popular and beautiful heroine Star was assaulted and beaten today by a new villainess calling herself Thunder Girl. The dark-haired woman claimed she had already killed the teen heroine Aussie Girl. The Global Protectors had no comment but fans report that Aussie has not been seen in several days.
“Madre de dios!” Carmen dropped the coffee mug.
“Wha…” grunted Antonio from the bedroom. Carmen ran back in and fished a clean costume out of the closet. “Antonio mi amor there is a crisis I must help with. There is some coffee in the kitchen, please lock the door behind you.”
Antonio sat up and patted the bed. “Oh Carmen, surely they do not need you right now, come back to bed for a little while.”
She blew him a kiss and left the room. “I’ll call you!” She yelled as she took flight.
Antonio sat in the bedroom for a while staring at the balcony door. She left him. She just walked right out and left him alone. That had never happened to him. Eventually he got dressed and headed for the office. The interns were waiting for him.
***
Carmen spent the next few days searching for Aussie Girl. There were no Jane Does at the hospitals (or morgue) matching her description and her family had heard nothing. Her communicators and GPS locators were off-line. The team was frantic. Members had gone missing before but never for this long, and there was a villain claiming to have killed her…
La Sola also found herself also doing a lot of the media. Officially they said Aussie Girl was missing but they had no reason to believe anything had happened to her. Some reporters used the case to attack the team, saying Aussie Girl was too young and irresponsible to be a heroine, pointing to her infamous nude pictures and her fight with the Amazing Arachnid at Mega University.
In all the chaos she never found the time to follow up on the financial information or to call back that Italian reporter.
***
Two weeks later, when the Aussie Girl case finally reached its sad conclusion La Sola decided it was time to clear the air with Maple Leaf.
She found her in her new, smaller office in the basement, looking at some new ads and drinking. “Hey Carmen… good news, got a new sponsor, Canadian Club! They sent over a whole case ay. Want a drink?” She poured a fresh glass.
“No, no thank you Jillian.”
“More for me then.” She downed the fresh glass.
La Sola sat down and put a warm hand on Maple Leaf. “Maple Leaf, I’m worried.”
“Yeah?”
“Jillian, after firing Shamrock, what happened to Aussie Girl, and with Star and Rising Sun out of the country, well it feels like things are out of control. We have Kristen and Emily doing monitor duty because there’s too few of us to cover it now, you’ve been canceling meetings-“
“Yeah, it’s a rough patch, but hey you weren’t even here for the start when it was just the 3 of us in a converted broom closet. We didn’t even have communicators; we had to use cell phones.”
“Yes, Jillian I know, remember? When I joined it was five of us in that broom closet. We worked hard to get out of it and build our own headquarters. We all did. That’s why I’m worried. I have my accountant look at our finances.”
“What the fuck?!” Maple Leaf sat up and glared at her teammate.
“Jillian you’ve been saying for months we’re in trouble but never went into details. I had to find out the situation.”
“You could have asked.”
“I did. Four times. You never got back to me.”
“Well I’ve been kind of busy! You might remember that whole thing with Aussie Girl.”
“Jillian, Jillian, what’s going on?”
“OK, look Carmen, we were in trouble for a bit but I’ve got it covered. We have those new tours, more publicity, and a new partner.”
“Wolfe.”
“Wolfe Media International. Five cable networks, eight magazines, twelve daily newspapers and a book company. Not too shabby ay?”
“Maple Leaf, he hates us. I don’t know what he told you but-“
“Screw you! You don’t know him the way I do.”
Carmen wrinkled her nose and frowned. “I never slept with him if that’s what you mean.”
“You’re one to talk. You’ve slept with half the men in Megapolis. Like that Italian guy at the reception, everyone saw it. You met him, said ‘hi’ and went off to the woods. Why do you even bother putting a crotch in your costume?”
Carmen balled her fists but forced herself to open them and calm down. “You’re drunk.”
“And you’re a slut. And tomorrow I’ll be sober.”
“I think we’re done.”
“I think so too.”
***
“Hello, La Sola, it’s me, Antonio.”
“Quien?”
“Um, Antonio DiSeduttore?”
Carmen’s face turned red. She’d been meaning to call him back but Maple Leaf’s comment embarrassed her. Carmen was under no illusions about herself, she liked men and men liked her. Since becoming La Sola she rarely spent more than one night a month alone. Some people disapproved but Carmen didn’t care. She knew who she was and what she wanted and everyone else could just go to hell.
But even so, sleeping with Antonio minutes after meeting him was a bit much. He’d been a good fuck but it was kind of creepy now that she thought about it.
Besides…
“Hey honey, who’s on the phone?”
“Oh no one important. Roger, finish mixing the drinks and come back to bed. I’m sorry Antonio; we’ll have to talk later.” She hung up.
Antonio sat staring at his phone for some time. No one had ever done this. No one. How could she? How could she do this to him? How?
The checked the computer system Wolfe had set up and located La Sola’s GPS transmitter. She was in one of those mansions north of the city. He grabbed his jacket and yelled for the interns to call him a cab.
“OK you’re a cab.” One said giggling.
Antonio cursed and found his own damn cab.
He had to wander around for a bit before he caught La Sola’s psychic scent. None of the houses had numbers of course and he had to keep dodging the private security patrols that roamed the area. But eventually he climbed the right fence and landed in the right bushes.
He squinted and sensed La Sola through the walls. La Sola and that sports caster were in his bedroom, the asshole was licking honey off her breasts. That made Antonio’s blood boil; it should be ME licking honey off of her globular breasts! Not him! This was so wrong.
He called on a bit of his power and jumped the 20’ to Roger’s balcony. He peered at them through the curtains. Did this washed up jock really think he could steal a woman from the Incubus? His body began to swell, muscles building on muscles. He smashed through the balcony door and bellowed, “La Sola, you are mine!”
“What the fuck?” Was all Roger had time to say before the Incubus tossed him across the room. He leered down at La Sola’s naked form and flicked out his tongue. “At last you are mine…” He growled.
WHAM!
La Sola punched him right between the eyes. The demon staggered back, wobbled for a minute and fell to the ground.
“What was that?”
“I’m not sure, turn on the lights. Oh, it’s Antonio.”
“Who?”
“This Italian guy I was seeing before I met you. He was a bit obsessive but I never thought he would do this.”
“Was it just me or did her look bigger?”
“It was just a trick of the shadows. Look at him, he’s harmless. Funny, I remember him being younger.”
“I’ll call the cops.”
***
Antonio spent the rest of the night in jail until one of his interns checked the messages the next morning and came to bail him out. He tried to fuck her in the back seat of the cab but she was all like “Yuck, gross!”
***
Later that day…
“What the fuck is this?” Wolfe demanded. He read subpoena again. Miss Teen Queen USA was suing his company for sexual harassment and six college interns had joined the suit. All of them named Antonio DiSeduttore as the harasser and Wolfe as a co-defendant.
He counted to ten and headed downstairs.
Antonio’s office was a mess. One of the interns was at the receptionist’s desk reading Cosmo. Another was on the couch with her shoes off studiously doing her toenails. A third was using the officer xerox to copy her resume. They all ignored the President and CEO of the company so he just shoved Antonio’s door open.
As before two of the interns were on the couch making out but instead of looking excited they looked bored, like jaded strippers at a truck-stop bar. The last one was fully dressed but had a La Sola costume in her hand. Antonio was on his knees in front of her. “Please baby, just put the costume on, just for a bit, please, I need to see you in it!”
“Well Tony if you want it first you’re going to have to kiss my-“
“AM I INTERRUPTING SOMETHING?”
“What? Huh? Hello Mr. Wolfe, no nothing, just an, um, office meeting. Girls please step outside, please.” The interns shot him a look of disgust and left. They left the La Sola costume on the floor and stepped on it on the way out. Tony got to his feet. Wolfe noticed his hair was really thin and he had a bad comb-over.
“Hey Tony, how’s stuff with the Spanish chick? She sucking your cock yet?”
“Hi, Mister Wolfe, so nice to see-“
“I asked a question.”
“I… I’m sure Carmen will call me soon, very soon, I’m just waiting… waiting…”
“Yeah, that’s great Tony; let me know how things go.”
“I will Mr. Wolfe, I will, I’m sure she’ll call and apologize any time now.”
Wolfe wasn’t even listening as he left. Once the door closed Antonio took out his stash of La Sola pictures, a jar of vaseline and unzipped his fly… Oh… he could just imagine her on him now.
Upstairs Wolfe made another call. “Hey Senior, it ain’t working out with Tony. From the sounds of things she’s got him wrapped around her finger.”
“I know, I know, mother fucker, so damn soon, who would’ve guessed it?”
“Guessed what?”
“Huh? Nothing, nothing I guess. I got another plan; we’ll get Doctor Darkness to part with Jake Hammer. Sola sold him out to Darkness so he’ll be looking for some payback-”
“Nah. I ain’t gonna happen. We took our shot at her and she turned it right around. I’m pulling the plug.”
“Whatever you want Wolfe. It won’t make a difference in the end anyway.”
“Yeah, whatever.” He hated it when his mysterious partner got all cryptic. “We’re moving on, I’ll clear up the loose ends.” He hung up and buzzed Slab.
“Yeah boss.”
“Mr. Slabowski, Mr. DiSeduttore no longer works here.”
“Ya wants me to show him out?”
“No Mr. Slabowski, I want you to beat that little shit within an inch of his life and then toss him on a one-way flight to Nome, Alaska. Think you can do that?”
“No problem boss.” The big man cracked his knuckles. “What are you doing with his hotties?”
“Looks like those girls are off-limits, at least till Tony is gone and I get some ‘diversity seminars’ scheduled. Prove we did our due diligence. Then I’ll maybe publish some of the surveillance camera pictures, show the world what sluts they all are. That’ll kill their little sexual harassment suit.”
“Sounds good boss. I’ll make sure we got some good video of the beating for ya.” Slab left.
Wolfe looked down at La Sola’s file. How could this plan have failed? The lady was practically a whore already. Maybe that was it, she was so far gone there was no where to take her. Either that or…
He looked again at the picture. It was a typical publicity shot, taken from the back but with her head and shoulders turned towards the camera so you could check out her ass and her tits at the same time. Wolfe had seen a million of these, with Hollywood actresses, beauty queens, even other heroines. Nothing special. But… there was something when he looked at her, he just couldn’t help but want to feel those tan legs around his waist and…
He closed the file. He shook his head. The feeling was still there. Weird. He never wanted any of the Protectors sexually, not since they killed his son. He wanted them broken, he wanted them begging, he wanted them humiliated, he wouldn’t mind fucking them, but he never really ‘wanted’ them. If just a picture of La Sola made him feel that way…
He shoved the file into the trash. Enough of that. He reached for Down Under File. In the background his cable news channel announced that one of the Global Protectors had been arrested.
Afterword
This chapter a bit hard to write since unlike the rest of the team La Sola was born rich and beautiful. She never had anything to prove. So it’s only natural that she wouldn’t be led to destruction the way the others are.
I like how it came out since at least some of the team should be able to thwart the plans against them. I wonder how Aussie Girl and Star will do…
Don’t forget to write, feedback and suggestions are welcome!