The
Global Protectors – True Romance
By Marcus Lycus
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Marcus Lycus
May
2005
Part 5 – Win a Dream Date With Shamrock!
“Win a dream date with Shamrock?!”
“Cool huh?”
“But-“
“Come on Sham, you’re always complaining that you can’t find a nice boy and how all you ever do is monitor duty and go home to watch Seinfeld reruns right?”
That wasn’t true. Shamrock preferred to watch Friends reruns but she did not correct Eliza.
“Um…”
“Well the fact is our website gets 200,000 hits a day! All of them are big Protector fans and surely some of them must be nice guys right?”
“Uh…”
“So I set up this essay contest, the guy writes 100 words about what he’d do on his dream date with Shamrock. I pick the top 5, give them to you, you pick the best one and it’s on. And hey even if things don’t work out you’ll have a dream date with a nice guy, can’t ask for more than that right?”
“No-“
“Plus there’s a $10 entry fee and all the money will go the ASPCA (after expenses of course). So you’ll do it?”
“I, I guess…but…”
“Come on Sham, but what?”
Shamrock wanted to tell Eliza she had a boyfriend already but she remembered her promise to Jake. She couldn’t tell anyone, not even someone trustworthy like Eliza.
“N-never mind… I-I’ll do it.”
“GREAT!” Eliza slapped the Irish girl on the arm and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She walked off to get things going. Shamrock’s little date was going to be a real dream alright.
The kind of dream that makes you wake up screaming.
***
Two weeks later…
“Hey, uh, Kisume, let me know if you need help in Japan, I’ll be here. Waiting. OK. Good luck.”
Shamrock wrinkled her nose and turned off the communicator. She’d just told Rising Sun about an emergency in Japan offered to help. No luck. How come no one wanted her to go on missions anymore? No matter how many times she volunteered Shamrock always ended up sitting in the basement watching the computer screens. She just had to remind herself it was important work telling the others about trouble and sending them out to help. Very important. No one else could do it. Shamrock just kept telling herself that until it stopped hurting.
With Jake so busy lately she felt totally alone. He had barely talked to her in weeks; he was always busy with stuff and always hanging out with La Sola. Shamrock was starting to get a little jealous but she knew it was silly. She had to trust Jake. Jake said he loves her; a man wouldn’t lie about something like that!
“Hey Sham” she heard a raspy whisper behind her. Shamrock jumped but it was just Eliza. Shamrock had liked almost everyone but had never really warmed to the Global Protector’s office manager. Eliza was always so busy running around doing stuff and bossing Shamrock around. Plus after that fight with Red Jack last year Eliza’s face was scarred, she looked a little scary.
Eliza smiled, usually that was a good sign but since her injury Eliza’s smile was pretty creepy. Shamrock tried to put those bad thoughts out of her head, she knew Eliza was a good person, and there was no reason for her to think such bad things.
“Got good news for you, I’ve got the top 5 entries from the Dream Date contest.”
Shamrock pulled the entries out of the office manager’s hands. Maybe a dream date with a nice boy was just what she needed to cheer up. And maybe Jake would get a little jealous and spend more time with her she thought naughtily.
She looked at the first one:
Hey
Bay-B! U R so hot! I wanna meet
U –n- then we’ll fall in luv –n- then we’ll fuck like
bunnies…
Shannon crumpled it
up. As a literature major she
hated bad English.
Hey Shamrock I really want to go
on a date with you cause I really love Star and I wanted to know if you could
introduce us…
Shannon hesitated a second before
putting that one in the circular file, after all, this boy was
honest. The next one had a
picture:
Hey babe, me and my frat brothers
wanna do this!
It was a picture of an impossibly
well-endowed woman being taken from behind while she sucked a guy’s
cock. Shreds of Shamrock’s
costume had been photoshopped onto it.
Shannon tore it into confetti.
Ms. Shamrock I really love
you. From the first time I saw
you on the TV I thought we were soul mates from another
life. I got your ASPCA calendar
before they cancelled it. I
look at it everyday. Sometimes
I have this dream that maybe like I was your little puppy dog and you were
my kindly mistress-
Shamrock sighed, that was so
sweet. So much nicer than the
others.
-and every night I’d kiss you good night
with a little
lick-
Shamrock sighed
again.
-between your legs and I’d lick and lick
and lick until your love juices filled my little puppy mouth and then my
little puppy dick would get hard and I’d put my little paws on your
hips
and-
Shamrock threw that one across the
room and backed away afraid that she might accidentally see more of
it.
YUK! She knew she’d be haunted by bad thoughts every time
she saw a puppy.
She looked again at the letter from
the guy who wants to meet Star. He wasn’t so
bad. But she reluctantly reached
for the last one. She couldn’t
believe these were the top five letters.
Maybe what La Sola said was true, maybe there are no nice boys and
maybe all men are scum.
My dearest Shamrock,
So far so good… But Shamrock could not help but feel like the shoe was about to drop. What would be wrong with this guy?
I know you don’t know me but I hope these
words will give you an idea of who I am and why I want to win a dream date
with you. My name is Alexi and
my friends call me Lex. I’m
a senior at Megapolis University majoring in comparative literature and art
history.
Shamrock nodded. That sounded OK.
The contest rules asked that describe my dream date with you. Well first we would go to the Mignola Gallery to see the impressionist exhibit.
Shamrock smiled, she’d been wanting to see that for ages but no one ever wanted to go with her.
After that we would have an early supper, maybe French food at Mobius’ Bistro or Chinese at Jimmy Lee’s. Then, if you don’t mind we could go by my apartment and I could show you some paintings I’ve been working on. Then I’d take you home about 10 and maybe get a goodnight kiss.
Shamrock started to sigh but caught herself, the letter wasn’t over yet and who knows what horrors awaited her.
I know you must get millions of fan letters and
I’m sure all the guys say this, but I really think you’re very
special and I want to dedicate myself to making you
happy. You probably won’t
even read this but at least I know my $10 went to a worthy cause like the
ASPCA.
Signed
Alexi
P.S. I’m sorry this is more than 100 words.
Shamrock sighed loudly. Then sighed again. This was wonderful! He was perfect! She looked at the enclosed picture. He was a charming young man with a shaved head and a nice smile. She walked over to Eliza and showed her the letter.
“This is it! This is the one!”
***
Three days later Shamrock stood in the Gaea Building Lobby dressed in her formal costume. La Sola had designed it for those times when the Global Protectors had to attend events where a backless, strapless leotard just would not be appropriate. However in keeping with Maple Leaf’s motto that ‘you have to sell the product’ the formal costumes were still strapless and backless but had an ankle-length skirt, which was slit up to the hips. The back also dipped down, almost to the crack of the ass. La Sola had boasted that the formal costumes made the heroines look fully dressed while revealing just as much as their normal costumes. She had also designed the skirt to tear off in an instant if the heroines needed to be in a fight.
Shamrock’s dress was modeled on her costume. It was green on the right, orange on the left and white in the center with a line of three green shamrocks traveling from her left breast to her left hip. The Global Protectors’ heavy ceramic communicator bracelets were replaced with two elbow length white gloves, the communicator had been reduced to a small bracelet studded with
cubic zirconiums. The smaller communicator lacked the range and durability of the bigger ones but it had a lot more style. On her feet she wore high-heeled open-toed white shoes with small shamrocks on the heel spikes. They were an inch higher than the heels on her boots and hurt her feet but she liked the extra height, it made her feel confident. La Sola and the Gaea Building’s on-staff beauticians had spent half the day on her makeup and putting her hair up. When they were done they’d added a small silver tiara with an emerald shamrock in the center.
Shamrock felt beautiful but also a bit apprehensive. The last time she’d worn this costume she’d ended up meeting a real creep. She was careful not to get her hopes up this time. After all even though Alexi looked nice she hadn’t even met him yet.
She walked around the lobby again clutching her small handbag. She was hoping Jake would come by and see her and see how pretty she was and then maybe… She’d run into him a few times over the last two weeks but he always seemed so busy. They’d gotten together one time in a supply closet but that was all. She was starting to wonder if Jake was avoiding her for some reason. That was the real reason she’d gone along with this, to show Jake she didn’t need him and that if he was too busy for her she could just find another nice boy.
Except he hadn’t noticed.
He’d walked right by her talking to La Sola and hadn’t even looked up. She’d wanted to call out to him but was too embarrassed. Now she wanted to cry and her date hadn’t even started yet. She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue.
She heard steps behind her, quickly smiled and turned.
“Remember Joss is supposed to have a thing for blondes so you should try and grab him as soon as we arrive. You’re the best one to convince him to do the next Global Protectors’ film instead of the Ultra Woman movie.”
“Gotcha boss.”
It was Maple Leaf and Star in their formal costumes. They looked so elegant and sexy and relaxed, Shamrock suddenly felt like a big phony in her formal wear. Maple Leaf noticed her and stopped. She looked at Shamrock from head to toe and frowned.
“What are you dressed up for? You don’t think you’re going to the mayor’s reception tonight?”
“N-no…” No one had even told her the mayor was having a party.
Star came to her rescue. “Hey tonight’s that Dream Date thing right?”
“Y-yes.”
“Oh. That. Well let me know how your little thing goes. If it works out we’ll go ahead and do something more high profile like a dream date with La Sola or Star.”
“R-right…”
“Hey Irish Chick, good luck! And hey you might need this!” Star giggled and tossed Shamrock something from her purse. Shannon caught it. It was small foil packet but when she turned it over she saw it was a condom. The Irish girl dropped it in horror. Why would Star even carry something like that!?
But she had no more time to think about it since one of the Global Protectors’ limousines pulled up and Eliza hopped out. “Hey Sham, here he is, your dream date, Alexi!”
“Hello Shamrock, it is a real honor to finally meet you.” He took her gloved hand and gave it a light kiss.
“H-hi!” Shamrock beamed, her earlier worries forgotten.
“I have to say you are even lovelier in person than in your photos.”
“I know, no! I mean, you’re cute too! I mean, I mean, thanks but I’m not really that cute, everyone says so…”
“Whoa there Shams” Eliza put her hand on Shamrock’s bare shoulder “no need to be so modest! I was talking with ‘Lex here on the way over and he’s like your biggest fan.”
“Fan?” After years in the sidelines Shamrock wasn’t used to the idea of having fans.
Eliza slapped her bare back and gave her a bit of a push towards the limo. “Now go have a good time kids and don’t worry about curfew, I won’t wait up!”
As the heroine and her date left Eliza winked at Alexi and he winked back.
***
Nothing interesting happened during the date.
***
But at the end…
“Thank you Alexi, I had a real, real good time tonight but I have to get going, it’s almost 11 o’clock.”
“Of course Shamrock, but before you go would you like to stop off at my place. My roommates and I just found a box of kittens in the alleyway that someone abandoned and we’re trying to find them a good home.”
“Kittens?” Shamrock’s heart skipped a beat, she loved kittens. And homeless kittens just made her want to cry. She had a term paper due in just two weeks and she really wanted to get started plus she’d had a few glasses of wine and that made her sleepy but those poor kittens…
“OK! I guess I can come up for a few minutes. Driver wait here.”
“Okay Miss Shamrock.”
***
Shamrock’s heels clicked up the narrow wooden stairs. She didn’t like this place it was dark and icky. She reminded herself she was safe with a nice strong man. As usual it never occurred to her that she was safe because she was a superpowered heroine who could tear down the whole building.
Shamrock noticed the heavy steel sliding door in Alexi’s apartment. She’d heard this was a dangerous neighborhood so she figured it was just a sensible security precaution.
“Hey guys I’m back! And look who stopped by!”
Alexi’s roommates Erik, Victor and Jack came into the living room. Their jaws dropped when they saw the gorgeous heroine before them decked out like a princess.
“Not bad huh? And you guys made fun of me for doing that contest!”
“H-hi everyone, my name’s Shamrock and I’m with the Global Protectors…” Shamrock’s voice trailed off. She realized that everyone here knew that already. She just wasn’t used to people admiring her. She was kind of starting to like it.
“I’m uh, here to see the kittens.”
“Right”
“Yeah”
“The kittens”
Jack cackled for some reason.
They led her towards Alexi’s room in the back. Walking down the hall she heard the heavy steel door slam shut.
Alexi’s room was like a shrine to Shamrock. She couldn’t believe it, he had every Shamrock poster, action figure, calendar and magazine cover up on his walls. He even had the Official Shamrock Biography that the publisher had cancelled due to low orders. In the center he’d put two very rare pictures one of Shamrock standing over the defeated Human Dreadnought (moments before she collapsed from exhaustion) and another of her just after she beat Red Jack (moments before she collapsed from exhaustion). Shamrock didn’t want to be proud but she still beamed when she saw those (rare) victories.
“Wow”
“’Lex is kind of a big Shamrock fan y’know.”
“I can see.”
“The guys at work will never believe this. Hey while Lex is getting the kittens can we take a picture with you?”
“Sure!” Shamrock’s eyes brightened. This whole dream date thing was great! She’d never realized she had such devoted fans.
She checked her hair and make up in her compact mirror and set on the bed. Each of the roommates sat next to her for a picture. Erik was a tall boy with pale, almost white hair and a faint eastern European accent Shamrock could not place. Victor was stunningly handsome and also had a faint accent. And now that she thought about it Alexi also sounded a bit Russian, how odd. Jack on the other hand sounded all American. He kept cracking jokes and then laughing with this strange loud laugh. Shamrock smiled, all four of them seemed like such nice boys.
“So what’s it like being a heroine?”
“It’s a lot of work, but it’s so much fun. I love helping people.”
“Y’know from what Alexi was telling me you’re like the best Global Protector. He says that you’re like the only one who’s not into money and sex and stuff.”
“Well…”
“I mean you look in the paper and there’s Rising Sun fucking a 16 year old-“
“What? No, she wouldn’t…”
“Didn’t you see?” Victor walked over to a table and dug out a copy of Capes & Masks clearly showing Rising Sun making out with Hero Boy One on a beach in Japan. Shamrock’s lip trembled as she leafed through the article. There were all kinds of pictures and it clearly identified HB1 as a sixteen year old hero. “I can’t believe…”
“And of course there’s all the usual crap about La Sola and Star and those guys” Victor tossed her a few more magazine all promising steamy pictures of Shamrock’s teammates. She barely looked. She was used to that.
“But nothing about you. You’re like the saint of the Global Protectors. You never do anything nasty.”
Shamrock blushed and looked down. “If you say so…”
Alexi came in behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Shamrock, are these guys giving you a hard time?”
“What? No, they’re actually pretty nice. I, uh, saw your room, it’s nice too.”
“Thanks. You don’t think it’s too much?”
“Maybe a little.” Shamrock chuckled. “And are those the kittens?” Shamrock knelt down and looked at the three poor kittens in their metal cage.
“Yup, we found them in the alley outside; I guess some thoughtless person just thought they could throw them away like garbage.”
Shamrock waved to one and cooed. “They’re so CUTE!”
“Hey ‘Lex we were just telling Shamrock here about her sterling reputation. I mean no wonder you like her so much.”
“She’s an angel” Alexi said with confidence.
“Well I was thinking we should check on that for you. Care to put a little money down?”
“Yeah, I am.” Alexi pulled out a fifty and threw it on the table. “Come on, you guys in?” The other roommates each threw fifty bucks down. “So how we gonna prove this?”
“I was thinking of playing the Naked Truth.”
“I dunno guys. I mean if Shamrock’s up for it.”
“Tell you what ‘Lex, Shamrock, we’ll play the Naked Truth and if Shamrock passes we give all $200 to the ASPCA. If not… we’ll spend it on booze. That’s fair right?”
“Uh…” Shamrock was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.
“OK, OK instead of that if Shamrock loses we’ll donate the $200 to Ultra Woman’s Environmental Foundation. That’s win-win right Shamrock, either way it’s $200 to charity.”
“I guess…” she checked her watch, how long was this going to take? “So what is this game, it is like Truth or Dare?”
“Sort of. Wait here and let me get some stuff and then we can play.”
***
Shamrock did not like the way this game was going. Victor had left the room with Alexi and the kittens. When he came back Alexi had a gag and his hands were cuffed and Victor had some kind of electric prod that he was holding over the kitten cage. The other roommates had come back with six packs of beer and were looking at the Irish heroine hungrily.
“Hey Shamrock, relax, we’re not going to hurt you, I mean you’re a superheroine, how could we hurt you? It’s all for fun.” Alexi nodded to show he was OK.
“OK I guess, what are the rules?”
“Well you have to tell us the truth. If you lie then I’ll shock the kittens.” He touched the metal cage and the kittens yelped. Shamrock dashed forward but Jack blocked her. Victor turned up the prod and held it close to the cage. “Uh-uh-uh Shamrock. Another outburst like that and I’ll fry these three little kitties.”
Shamrock was in tears, Alexi tried to get up but Erik held him down. “you said it was a game!”
“I said we wouldn’t hurt YOU, and that it was all for fun. FUN FOR US of course. No one said anything about not hurting the kitties or fan boy here. So what are you going to do heroine?” Victor moved the electric prod next to Alexi’s face.
Shamrock tried to think, was she fast enough to grab the prod before it killed Alexi or the kittens? She wasn’t sure. And she knew that when she wasn’t sure she could rescue the hostages there was only one choice. “I’ll play along.”
“Hey great, and don’t forget the $200 for charity either!”
***
“So tell us, is it true you’re all just a bunch of Global Prostitutes?” Erik asked.
Shamrock shook her head, hoping her hair would hide her face just like her hands were hiding her breasts and crotch. How could they do this to her? How could she let them do this?
Taking off the dress had been the first step. “That’s why it’s called the Naked Truth. Most people can hide a lie on their face but not the involuntary reactions in their skin or body. Works even better than a lie detector.” Shamrock didn’t know if that was true or if it was just and excuse to see her naked but it hardly mattered. There she was. Naked in front of strange boys. She tried to be brave. She remembered someone telling her once that this was what it really means to be a heroine. Not just fighting bank robbers who really couldn’t hurt her. It means sacrificing herself, her morals, her pride, to protect others. That was what she had to do.
For the life of her Shamrock could not remember who had told her that though.
“Well Prostitutes or Protectors, which are you?”
“Protectors!”
There was a shock, the kittens yelped. Shamrock looked up.
“We told you what would happen if you lie.”
“It’s not true! It’s not! We’re heroines! Heroines!”
“No one said you’re not heroines, I asked if you’re prostitutes? Do you have sex for money?”
“What? No!”
“Really? You guys have a nice headquarters, bet that cost a lot of money. And then there’s those jets, and the trips around the world, and fancy hotels. How do you pay for all that?”
“P-people donate money…”
“They pay you money.”
“pay us money… Please, can I just put my clothes on-“
“Not yet, this is still the Naked Truth. So people pay you money, we’re halfway there. What do they pay you for?”
“For being heroines.”
“Do they come up after a battle and give you a bag of cash?”
“N-no, at parties, at fundraisers…”
“Tell me about those, is that when you have sex for money?”
“N-no…”
“Never?” There was another shock, another yelp.
“I…” Shamrock tried not to think about it. She tried not to remember those times she saw Maple Leaf leaving in a limo with some rich guy. Tried not to think about the time she found Tigress in a side room with the NBA star, or saw an old Japanese guy with his hands up Rising Sun’s dress, or the time she heard La Sola’s moans in the ladies’ room stall next to her. She’d spent years trying not to think about it, but… it was true. It was all true. Her teammates had had sex for money. They were prostitutes.
“yes” she sobbed.
“And you?”
“NO!”
“You just took off your clothes for $200 bucks. That sounds pretty much like a prostitute to me.” Eric waved the prod over the cage again.
“Y-yes...” she whispered.
The roommates gave each other high fives and whooped. Victor threw a beer can at Shamrock’s head; she didn’t even try to avoid it. Erik stood up and walked around the room pulling down some of the Shamrock pictures. He turned them over and hung them back up. Now each one showed a member of the Global Protectors having sex with a rich donor. Shamrock looked at them seeing her teammates, her friends, being screwed different ways by different men. She sobbed again.
“See! That wasn’t too hard was it? Victor, your turn.”
***
“One down, two to go Shamrock. So my question for you is, are you a slut, do you have sex with men you don’t love?”
“No! Of course not! Never!” There was shock and a yelp.
“Never?”
“I…”
Victor took out a print out. “Does the name Antonio DiSeduttore ring a bell?”
“He was my boyfriend.”
“And you loved him?”
“Yes… I think…”
“You think.”
“I… really can’t remember well, there was this villain called the Incubus and his magic kind of interfered with my memory but…”
“How long did you know Antonio?”
“A couple of days…”
“So you knew him a couple of days, screwed him and now can’t remember much? Sounds a bit slutty to me. But hey you’re a hot chick, probably horny as anything. These things happen. How about James Stock?”
“He… we… we teamed up to stop this villain.”
“And you fucked him.”
“He… I thought…”
“How long did you know him?”
“A few hours.”
“Have you seen him since?”
“…no…”
“And what about Jake Hammer?”
“He’s my boyfriend!” Shamrock said confidently.
“Boyfriend?”
“Yes!”
“When was the last time you talked?”
“Two weeks ago…”
“Not much of a relationship.”
“We have to keep it secret so his enemies can’t find out-“
“Well he’s going a good job of hiding it, since he’s engaged to La Sola now.”
“What?!”
“Yup. Been about four weeks now. You’ve been screwing another woman’s man Shamrock. Your friend too. Shame, shame, shame. Sounds like you’re a slut to me!”
The others whooped and hollered as Victor went around the room flipping posters. Now they showed Shamrock having sex with different men whom she barely knew.
The Irish girl wiped her nose with her hand tried to brace herself for the last questioner. What could he say that was worse than this?
***
“So Shamrock, you’re a prostitute and a slut. But are you a whore?”
“What?”
“Do you fuck men you hate? Do you enjoy it?”
“What? No! No! I’m not like that…”
“So you don’t fuck villains? You don’t enjoy it?”
“I…”
“Dynamo? Blackchrome? Master Menace?
“They… they made me…”
“Of course they did. Did they make you enjoy it too?”
“Y-yes! They made me!” she sobbed.
“But you did enjoy it.”
“Yes, I liked it, a little.”
“Right the first time!”
Jack now ran around the room flipping posters to show pictures of Shamrock in the arms of one villain after another. Sometimes with a look of horror on her face, but in others a clear look of passion.
***
“Well there we go, you’re a prostitute, a slut and a whore. Right Slut-rock?”
The girl sobbed. Victor threw another beer can. “I said RIGHT!”
“Y-yes!”
“So tell us Slut-rock, Sham-whore, Glorified Prostitute, what’s gonna happen next?”
“You, you’re going to … me.”
“We’re gonna WHAT?”
“You’re going to…” she sobbed again, she couldn’t say it.
Close enough Vic figured.
“DAMN RIGHT WE’RE GONNA FUCK YOU! And you know what, you’re gonna like it!”
Shamrock sobbed.
***
Shamrock was on her knees again. Her long red hair was matted with sperm that dripped down her face and onto her breasts and flowed down her thighs between her legs.
She felt like she would never be clean again.
The worst was her costume. Her lovely formal costume. They’d put it back on her after ‘the naked truth’. For a second she had hoped they’d been joking, that they would let her go. But no. They’d had their way with her, and even worse they had left the beautiful costume on her the whole time, pulling it down off her breasts, pulling it up over her crotch, tearing the thin material that covered her most private place…
For hours. While she screamed for them stop. And then after she screamed for more. She could still taste the salty cum in her mouth, part of her wanted more.
They pulled her on her knees towards Alexi; he was still gagged and had mutely watched her whole humiliation.
Victor reached behind him and undid the rope. Alexi flexed his aching wrists and looked down at Shamrock. He pulled out the gag and spat onto the floor.
“Well ‘Lex she’s all yours. You guys can leave now, we won’t bother you again. All you have to do is say you still want her.”
In her heart Shamrock could hear those nice things he had said. Maybe they could be together and she could just forget these horrible boys. Shamrock looked up hopefully.
The slap knocked her off her knees onto her side.
Alexi took to his feet.
“Slut. I saw you. I saw you cumming when they touched you, kissing them back, squirming your hips like a whore in heat.”
“N-no, no, I was… I didn’t”
“Moaning ‘more, more’ I heard that!”
“They made me… the kittens…”
“You’re a heroine Shamrock. Super speed, super strength, you could have stopped them a dozen different ways. The only way this could have happened is if you wanted it to!”
“No!”
“Now get the fuck out of here.” He slapped her again and left the room. He didn’t start laughing until he was in another room with the door closed.
Victor pulled her into a sitting position by her filthy hair. “And don’t forget Slut-rock, we’ve got video and photos, you tell anyone, Tigress, Maple Leaf, ANYONE and we’ll know and we’ll put it all on the internet so your family can see. Got it?”
Victor slapped Shamrock when she didn’t respond. “I said got it?”
“Yes!” she sobbed.
Victor pulled her to her feet and shoved her towards the door.
“W-wait! The kittens! You said you’d let them go!”
“What? Oh right the kittens. Erik, show her the kittens.” Erik tried not to laugh as he held up the cage and flipped a switch on the base. The cute kittens disappeared.
“We didn’t have time to get real kittens so we just used a hologram. Too bad. Looks like you went through all that for nothing.”
Shamrock sobbed again.
***
The driver smirked at her as she got in the limo.
“Spilled some milk on yourself Miss Shamrock?”
“Please take me home. Please, just take me home.”
“Can’t do that Miss Shamrock, your address is secret remember? Gotta take you back to the Gaea Building. Hey your buddy Aussie Girl’s on duty tonight; you can go say hi to her!”
“just go… please…”
***
The four roommates left soon after and headed downstairs laughing and retelling what had happened. Vic teased Lex about not getting any but Lex laughed it off reminding them he wasn’t interested in sloppy seconds. Besides the boss promised him a taste of La Sola’s ass if he did his part.
The boss was waiting for them in the building lobby; she was a well-built woman in a dirty pink prom dress with a thick veil over her face. They stopped short.
“Hey boss. All done!”
“That’s good. Henchslut, go get the tapes from upstairs.”
“Sure thing Eliza!” A girl in a cheerleader outfit and domino mask ran upstairs; the guys noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. The woman in the pink dress rolled her eyes. “Shouldn’t have said that Henchslut…” She fingered one of her gaudy rings.
“Eliza huh? Wasn’t there a porn star named Eliza, that flick with the cheerleaders and supervillains?”
“Wasn’t me. Now Shamrock, how was she?”
“Tight.”
“Wet.”
“She’s a screamer.”
They all laughed.
“I mean emotionally.”
“Pretty much a wreck. Was all that stuff we said to her true?”
“Every word.”
“Damn.”
“So I guess now we get paid off right.”
“Sort of…”
The woman in pink raised her ring and drew a quick line across the four men; they fell over gasping and were dead in seconds. “Ever hear of a microwave laser boys? Well I just cooked your hearts from the inside out.”
A voice called from upstairs “Hey Eliza, I got the video, and I was wondering before you kill those guys maybe I could be with them for a while, I’m really feeling kind of horny-“
The cheerleader came down with a handful of disks from the hidden cameras in the apartment. “Oh.”
The woman in pink gestured for her to come close. She took the disks, threw them in her Gucci purse and slapped the cheerleader.
“Dumb slut.”
Then she headed out. Wouldn’t do to be in a neighborhood like this at night. Just wasn’t safe.
As she got in her car she took out a remote and pushed the button. Upstairs certain wires shorted out causing a small fire. It quickly spread. Alexi, Victor, Erik and Jack’s apartment building was wooden, over 100 years old and filled with bottles of alcohol and old newspapers and magazines. The fire department wouldn’t even look twice at this blaze.
***
Shamrock ran to the shower room and tore off her formal costume. She tore the scraps into small pieces and threw them down the incinerator chute. She ran into the shower and turned the hot water all the way up. She just wanted to be clean. Just to forget what she did, what they said.